What is the earth shaking the mountains?

For the Sakrand Empire, it was a modifier - the Imperial, to be precise, the Sakrands, liked to use "the earth shook the mountains" to describe the neat steps of tens of thousands of legionnaires and the loud shouts when the army passed by.

Just as the Boi liked to use the word "thunderbolt" to describe their hussar armies, the Byrnes liked to use the word "in full swing" to describe their beautiful knights in leather armor wielding spears and horses...... Once.

"Boom————! boom————!boom boom————......"

When the "earth shook the mountains", like rolling and muffled thunder, with the continuous collapse of snowflakes, the expressions of the defenders of the Valley of Bloody Bones couldn't help but become nervous.

On the white snow, a large "black shadow" suddenly appeared.

Millions.

Like a wave.

"Boom————! boom————!boom boom————......"

The earth-shattering sound, even the flag on the top of the castle, the masonry on the tower, the snow under the feet... You can clearly feel the uninterrupted shaking, as if it is a force that is enough to subvert the whole world.

"I... I... O my Holy Cross!"

As if he was frightened, Ramalos looked at the army of monsters that swept from the end of the glacial wasteland like a gushing and tumbling flood all over the mountains, and frightened the six gods:

"It's... This is an army of monsters?"

"And we're the only line of defense that can withstand them?!"

"That's it. ”

Count Regretel, who was also pale and trembling in two streams, blushed from nervousness, and it became difficult to even exhale:

"Either kill them all, or... Kill them all!"

"Boom————! boom————!boom boom————......"

As a Byrne Knight or... As the Earl of Byrne, the two of them had not seen the formation of an army of "tens of thousands": an army of four or five thousand could cover a mountain, and an army of tens of thousands of people would be boundless at a glance, and when the number exceeded 100,000, it would be ......

It is the Flood, it is the thunder, it is the power that can overthrow everything and destroy everything.

And now, standing at the top of the slope of the Valley of Blood, in their eyes, it was densely packed into a mass, almost an army of monsters next to each other that didn't even have the slightest gap......

At least 300,000!

"You said kill them all......" The loud noise almost completely drowned out the voice of the Earl of Lake City, "I think... It's more realistic to change it to how to live, right?"

"Why, what? Even you bastard who isn't afraid of death knows to be afraid... ......"

Regrel, who looked stunned, suddenly thought of something, and looked back sharply at the Byrne Knights behind him.

Really...... The warriors who had been on the march with Loren since the Battle of the Great Green Sea were all extremely panicked at the moment, and their cheeks were paler than the snow on the ground.

"Vomit ——!"

The sudden sound made Rigrel look at him, and several of the fighters seemed to be overpanicked, and they fell to the ground and vomited.

Soon, like a chain reaction, the warriors behind him pounced one after another, either kneeling on the ground or lying on their horses, their bodies convulsing.

No, it's not good... If this continues, before the enemy really pounces on him and kills him, the morale of the whole army will collapse first!

"Boom————! boom————!boom boom————......"

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

When the word is no longer an "adjective" but simply a narrative, it looks so scary than you think!

What to do?!

With no reinforcements in sight, how can we calm down the panicked warriors?

What are you going to do?!

The Earl of White Horse Peak, who was clutching the hilt of his sword, looked anxiously at the Byrne knights with the same expressions behind him—because he knew very well that his face would never be much better than theirs.

"Boom————! boom————!boom boom————......"

"Flag bearer, blow the rallying trumpet——!"

Just when the six gods of the Earl of White Horse Peak were gone, a sonorous and powerful voice interrupted his thoughts: "The whole army is assembled - everyone is in formation, ready to meet the ——!"

Surprised, the two turned back sharply, and Loren Turin, who was supposed to be commanding the battle at the top of the tower of Fort Clarion, had appeared at the forefront of the cavalry array at some point.

"Yes!"

The flag bearer who received the order did not dare to slack off... Soon, the loud and rhythmic sound of the horn sounded one after another throughout the entire Bloody Valley military formation.

Finally... Whether it's the knights of Byrne, the hussars of Boi, or the "black walls" of the Empire, they can still hold on to their weapons and shields in the face of the coming battle, and control their restless mounts to keep their eyes in the direction of their enemies.

Even though they were really scared.

"Boom————! boom————!boom boom————......"

The tremors were even louder than before, with the icy screams of tens of thousands of rotting corpse demons.

But on the battlefield, the eyes of all the defenders of the Valley of Bloody Bones were focused on the figure in front of the gentle slope of the Valley of Blood, waving a golden lion flag on a black background, galloping wildly.

"Imperial——!

The loud voice echoed through the valley - if you didn't consider the possibility of causing an avalanche, it was a good way to reach the ears of every knight and soldier.

"A bloody battle is right in front of you—I really don't want to talk to you anymore at such a life-and-death moment, and your willingness to stand here is enough for itself!"

Sinking inside, the black-haired wizard at this moment was extremely calm, and with the enhanced vision of "transcendent perception", he stared seriously at the pair of eyes that were shocked, frightened, uneasy and even excited.

He knew what these people were afraid of, or what they wanted to hear.

He also knew that these people were not afraid of death at all - they were willing to stand here, and the moment they saw the monster army, they had not yet collapsed, which proved that they did have the courage to fight to the death... Whatever the reason.

Their fear, in addition to the instinctive reaction of the body, is only because of one thing... It doesn't make sense.

Fear of the pointlessness of your own death, fear of failure, fear of becoming a family or something or something - for ordinary people who live poorly and have no entertainment, honor and faith, dignity and these... Sometimes it's really more important than being alive.

"It's a war that we may only have once in our lifetimes, but for us it's no different from any war – the winner lives, the loser dies. ”

"So don't have any superfluous thoughts, we're proud Byrnes, we're Saklans, we're Boi—and above all, we're Imperials, and there's nothing to fear from standing on the battlefield that once guarded the Empire and fighting the enemy. ”

"Because if our ancestors, our fathers, were able to protect us with their flesh and blood, so that we could live in peace and ease, there is no reason why we can't do it, and there is no reason why we can't do better than them. ”

The calm words made the warriors who were still panicked listen attentively—not because Loren's voice was loud enough, but because only when they were calm could they hear what their duke was saying in the roar of the earth.

"That is why our comrades-in-arms, our robes, our compatriots - fear is inevitable, but we need not be nervous, for our comrades around us will protect us with their shields and weapons, with their flesh and blood. ”

"I, Loren Turin, will protect you with my own flesh and blood!"

The black-haired wizard's voice continued to ring over the Valley of Blood, and he could see those who were also nervous, worried, and calmly looking at him—Ain, Luceen, Dalton, and Charlotte, Isaac, and Peter Fasa who weren't here......

"We stand here, not fighting for the Holy Cross, not even for glory – we do everything we can, to live, to fight for those who believe we can go back alive!"

"Therefore hold on to your shields and weapons, and obey the instructions of your commanders beside you, and obey every command, and fulfill your duty, and fulfill your duties;"

"I cannot promise you that victory will favor us, but we have defended the ground that should be defended, and we are facing the battle that should be fought, and when everything that can be prepared is ready, what reason should we doubt ourselves?"

"We are here to fight the enemy because we believe we can win – we believe that with our courage, our faith, our unity, we can defeat our enemy!"

"Therefore... Thirty years later, when the story of the Battle of the Valley of the Bloody Bones spreads in front of every fireplace in the land of the Empire, and amidst the terrified, resentful curses of our enemies, we can say with great emotion and pride ......"

"The war... I'm worthy of it!"

Calm words, echoing in the Valley of Blood.

The frightened and cold eyes became fiery again.

"Boom————! boom————!boom boom————......"

The loud sound of thunder rolled in, and it was hard to calm down, and the defenders of the Valley of Bloody Bones, who had recovered their morale, began to feel uneasy again, and their eyes "unconsciously" looked at the "torrent" that was black and oppressive.

At this moment, a long dragon roar "came to an abrupt end" of the terrifying loud noise of the monster army.

The defenders of the Valley of Bloodbones looked up—the crimson dragon Grum, winged outstretched, tore through the lead-gray clouds and swooped down toward the black "torrent".

"Boom ——!!!!"

The thunder was followed by a golden-red rain of fire!

From east to west, flaming pillars of fire traversed the Valley of Blood with the figure of the winged dragon—countless rotting corpses still running towards the top of the hillside were shattered in the flames, melting and evaporating like ice and snow.

Pitch-black smoke and flames rose up from below the Valley of Blood, obscuring the sky and the sun!

"My comrades-in-arms ——!"

The black-haired wizard's loud cry rang out amid the explosion of flames:

"I am confident that you, the heroes of Byrne, from Boi and Sackland, will pass this ultimate test of proving yourselves, defending all that we hold dear, ready to sacrifice everything, willing to sacrifice yourselves for ultimate victory!"

"But as I said, today we do not fight for glory and faith, but we seek to have a clear conscience!"

"Loyalty, glory, tenacity, indomitability—the noble qualities which you exude, make me determined to believe in you, and to place my hope of victory in you, and not in myself, and on you the future of Byrne, and in the future of the Empire. ”

"Boom————! boom————!boom boom————......"

In the midst of the flames and smoke, the rotting corpse demons who "surged" like a torrent almost extinguished the burning dragon flames with their melted "corpses", and continued to advance towards the high ground of the Valley of Blood.

"We will join His Majesty the Emperor who has come to our aid from the north, and slay the Eagle King of the Azores in the glacial wasteland—and then drive south to slay the Azorean elves who have set foot on our lands, plundered our riches, and slaughtered our people!"

Therefore, I hope that you will trust me and put your hopes in me. The black-haired wizard roared:

"Trust me to protect you, believe that I can win this monster invasion that will go down in history with you, believe that I can bring you victory, and wait until we win......"

"Trust me... I can take you home!"

"Win this battle, I'll take you home!"

The next moment, the black-haired wizard turned his horse's head, threw the black and gold lion flag in his hand as a throwing spear, and firmly stuck it on a raised rock under the gentle slope of the Valley of Blood:

"Array! Meet the ——! enemy"

"Long live Loren Turin——!"

The abrupt shout made Regrel, Earl of White Horse Peak, who was still immersed in the black-haired wizard's speech, turn his head sharply and look at Ranmaros, who was shouting with a sword next to him, but the other party was still laughing without conscience, and shouted loudly again:

"Long live Loren Turin——! hahahahahahaha......"

Soon... The slogans spread throughout the defenders of the Valley of Bloodbones as if they were a contagious disease, and the waves of shouting and shouting rose one after another, and finally converged into one:

"Long live Loren Turin————!!!!!"

"Long live Loren Turin——————!!!!!"

"Long live the Empire——! Long live Loren Turin————!!!!"

A loud shout echoed in the sky, steadily pressing the "momentum" of the monster army over.

It's weird.

Obviously he just told the truth, and the enemy who was obviously enough to kill everyone was right in front of him, and his body was still trembling... But there was no trace of fear on the faces of the thousands of defenders in the Valley of Blood.

"Probably... That's a hero, right?"

Gently lowering the trumpet in his hand, the flag bearer, Count Grenwell of Stormcastle, stood on the mountain with a smile and looked at the figure holding the flag high.

Nothing was promised, nothing changed, nothing was told ... But it's like promising the whole world, telling you the truth that changes the world, and making everything you are doing meaningful.

For the sake of this "meaning", all people are willing to dedicate everything to his face, to his feet, and only hope that everything they do will be in that "meaning"... It's useful, and it's "meaningful."

Heroes... Hehe.

Grenwell, who looked up at the dome, had a faint light in his eyes:

"The Black Duke Roland Turin, 'Sage' Brandon I... I can finally understand what kind of characters you are. ”