Veins popped up on Ardeth’s forehead. He lowered his head in silence. He was well aware of the truth behind Xuan’s words. Only few passionate persons and clans passed down from the ancient eras still retained the dream to restore Egypt because they had not become slaves to foreign nations.
“Please continue.” Ardeth said with a bitter taste in his mouth.
“So, in order to wake a race, you will need the class of blood and fire. You have to give Egyptians the desire to restore their own race just like the May Fourth Movement that happened in China. Let the ignorant people wake themselves up. The second method is a war of darkness. Kill a city to wake a nation.”
“Kill a city to wake a nation?” The rest of the people here repeated.
Zheng asked, “What are you trying to say? Just be straightforward. Hate it when you only speaks the first half.”
“Egyptians should be familiar with your clan and army by now, right?” Xuan asked Ardeth instead.
Ardeth nodded.
