Press On!
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Alright." Listening to the loud discussion by his clansmen, Cartier finally made up his mind, "We can only enter the Magic Seal Door now. As for whether there will be elves in the future or whether we have to remain as gnomes forever, these are no longer important.
"After all, we have no other choice."
After saying this, Cartier was like a deflated balloon.
Hearing this, the other gnomes felt as if their hearts were filled with lead.
In their eyes, today marked the burial place of their elven race.
After all, the situation had already reached a desperate level.
Even if these gnomes were given wings, they could not solve the crisis in front of them.
Instead of waiting here to be slaughtered by the mercenary group behind them, it would be better to hide behind the Magic Seal Door and fight for a chance of survival.
However, there was still a group of gnomes who were extremely dissatisfied and uncomfortable.