The year 1684 of the Tertiary Era was the year of the iron spear.

At the beginning of the year, an independent uprising broke out in the northern part of the Land of Zephyr, which had existed for hundreds of years, and then began to spread to the entire country like a fire.

In the same year, the Frost Rose was founded in Rourkna and began to centralize its rule, and in the same year, the Vilga Business Alliance, one of the Seven Kingdoms of Snowwash, split, and part merged into Frost Rose, and part of it united with the Fledgling Parliament in the south, and declared independence from the Snowflower Alliance.

At the end of summer, the rebels of the Land of Zephyr defeated the Duke of Rock Wall in the north and marched south, and in the early autumn, they encountered the legendary Knights of Lightning in the wilderness of Wind Breath.

The royal family of Zephyr summoned 50,000 warriors of the White Horse tribe, hired 20,000 halberd guards from the Duchy of Black Rock, and recruited 200,000 soldiers with 100,000 defenders of the royal capital, a total of about 400,000 troops, and confronted the 200,000 troops of Clancyia in Soland City.

On the eve of the previous year, a small group of elite troops should open the river gate to the east, and small boats full of dead branches and hay sneaked into the city, which then caused a fire and chaos, and the defenders of the city urgently mobilized people to support, and then on the west side of the wilderness, the rebels took advantage of the night to begin to attack the city, and the drums shook the sky.

There was a moment of confusion in the royal capital, and Prince Flick, who was in charge of defending the city, immediately made a decision, leaving a small part on the east side to block the small group of enemy troops that sneaked in, and then the defenders went to the west side to support.

After the siege began, the rebel army gate began to push the wells and rushing cars, and the dark wilderness was full of torches swimming, which caused a great psychological deterrent to the defenders, but it only lasted 2 rounds, and the siege troops retreated, and then fireboats loaded with explosives went down the river from the upstream to blow open the river gate on the east side.

At this time, the defenders woke up like a dream, and transferred most of the elite to the east side again, but after most of the people were transferred, the west side began to attack again, at this time the two ends were attacked by the enemy, the city was full of fire, and the people were panicked, and the king of the west wind ordered that the defenders be divided into two, each guarding the east and west, no longer tired of running for his life, and consuming physical strength.

By this time, the night was dark, and the gate on the north side of the royal capital was opened by the people organized in the city in the chaos, and the army of Clencia quickly took control of a large area and began to engage in street fighting with the defenders.

Although there were many defenders, due to the previous back-and-forth movements, the establishment had been scattered, and at the same time, the physical strength was also extremely consumed, and the 200,000 people who were temporarily conscripted, most of them were peasants who had not experienced military training and the will to fight, and a large number of them fled, defected, and surrendered in the melee, and the army was defeated for a while.

At this time, the white horse tribe stationed outside the city to guard each other also attacked, the white horse flag fluttered, but unfortunately in the dark night, the field of vision was limited, which was really unfavorable for the cavalry, and was blocked by the traps and trenches prepared by the Clencian military first, and only after defeating the rebel army that was delayed outside the city did it rush to the outskirts of the north side of the royal capital.

With the help of the fire on the city wall, these warriors on the grassland and the rebels stationed outside the city gate fought together, and soon the small number of rebels left behind were charged through the formation, and the warriors of the White Horse tribe began to re-block the city gate, preparing to catch turtles in the urn of the rebel army entering the city, trapped in it, and the sky was also bright.

At this time, another white flag appeared on the hill, facing the newborn sunrise, the pure white flag was a black sun, they were covered in steel armor, and their sharp spears reflected a faint golden light in the morning light, although the number was small, but they had an indomitable momentum.

The pure white battle flags sounded fiercely in the early morning wind, and the silver-white cavalry spears of stainless steel were slowly plated with a layer of gold, and in the face of an enemy dozens of times their size, they began to charge.

As if the front is not a battlefield full of death, but a glorious stage where thousands of years of shame can be vented, the slightly cool air in the early morning, inhaled into the lungs, the chest rises and falls violently like a bellows, and the heart is like a flame burning, so hot, so violent, so impatient.

From childhood to adulthood, from books, from the mouths of others, from the lamentations of elders, they have always narrated the shame of their clan, but who would like this feeling. Everyone came to this world with the good expectations and blessings of their parents, and they also had suppressed pride and unwillingness in their hearts.

This pride and longing burned violently in his chest at this moment, overpowering all uneasiness and fear.

The galloping knights plunged into the enemy line like a sharp knife, bringing up countless blood flowers, and the blazing and golden cavalry spears melted gold and broken iron, piercing the armor and bodies of one enemy after another, and never tired, never flinched, and never regretted in the face of the enemy's curved bows and long knives.

They began to suffer heavy casualties, but they also took ten times more of the enemy.

At noon, the scraps of flesh and blood slipped from the armor, the original white banner was dyed a messy dark red, Kanda was covered with arrows, and stood on the hill where the corpses were piled up, his ears were cut open with a wide gap, the rich dark red blood flowed slowly, and the knight's helmet on his head had already been torn off by the enemy, and he didn't know where to roll down.

The sword had been broken in the melee, and only the rifle full of gaps was thrown in his hand and pestled against the corpse of the enemy.

Pulling out the solid cavalry spear, bringing up a small stream of blood, he staggered back a few steps before slowly stabilizing his body, and looked around to see that there were no living enemies or standing teammates.

On the castle in the distance, a banner of Venus on a blue background was gradually raised, and the earth-shattering cheers were heard in the city.

He grinned, his blood-stained face invisible, and then fell with his head up.

[Old man, I did everything you told me back then, and you won't blame me anymore.] ]

The noon sky was bright, and the dazzling light of the sun made his vision gradually blur, and the wounds on his body seemed to no longer be painful, and his limbs began to slowly numb.

Is it going to end here, Kanda thought, but his heart was not as excited as before, but there was a sense of peace and contentment.

The once weak, the long-cherished wishes of the race, the advice of my father, these pasts have been suppressed in my heart like a folded cloth, but today they have been smoothed out by the hot iron one by one, there are no regrets, and death seems to have become acceptable, no longer so hateful and fearful.

He slowly closed his eyes, quietly waiting for the last moment to come.

At the end of autumn, the Orcs joined Clancy, a race that was once considered humble and weak in everyone's eyes, and the white steel cavalry swept away the last hopes of Zephyr, snuffing out the last expectations of the nobles, and in the chaos, the rebels broke through Zephyr's palace and ended their centuries-long rule.

The name Clencia officially appears in history, and begins to compose his glorious and moving epic.

A pair of hands covered Kanda's eyes, blocking the glare of the sun, and then the warm magic began to flow through his body, and then a soft voice sounded in his ears.

"I can't rest yet, Mr. Commander."