Their leader turned to look at us. Her skin was as white and smooth as ivory. A golden helmet carved in the shape of a lion mercifully helped us cover her face, but I could still feel the power of her vicious gaze sweeping over our position.

As far as the eye can see, a wave of fear is set off.

Our army was dwarfed by a massive enemy and was on the verge of collapse before a single arrow was fired. The brave leaders let out a steady shout, and at the last moment, they held their formation, but even I could hear the fear in their voices.

I also felt an uncontrollable sense of urgency to empty my bladder. But I sufficated the feeling back. I'm Kauali. I can't pee my pants the first time I go to war.

Even so, my hands broke out in a cold sweat and my chest ached.

I want to run. I have to run.

There is no possibility that we will engage such a force.

"These bastards are pretty big." Coughlin said, a nervous laugh coming from our ranks. My fear lessened a bit.

"Maybe they look like gods," Sejax's booming voice echoed far away. "But they are all mortals. They will bleed, they will die. ”

I took strength from his words, but I wondered if he knew how wrong he was.

"We are Acacians," he yelled. "It is the heirs of kings and queens, our ancestors who carved out this land, and we are rightfully mastered. Yes, the enemy is outnumbered, but the warriors they send are all slaves and mercenary mercenaries. ”

He raised his weapon aloft, the sun reflecting his shining blade. At this moment, he is glorious and magnificent, and I willingly follow him to the end of the world.

"We fight for freedom, we swear not to be slaves, this is our homeland, we raise noble people, we are free people, there is no weapon more powerful than freedom, so we will triumph"

A cheer rang out in the Kauali array, which soon infected the rest of the army.

Acacia Acacia Acacia

Our battle cries echoed through the towering walls and reached Shurima's troops. The Celestial warriors spoke briefly to their attendants, who then conveyed their orders to the various divisions of the troops. Immediately, the enemy troops began to climb our gentle slopes.

They march at a slow pace and deliberately control the pace. With every third step, the warriors raised their spears and struck their shields. The sound was so powerful that it was like a slow war drum that swept away our fighting spirits, and we thought that we would soon feel the edge of those blades.

My mouth was dry and my heart was pounding. I set my sights on Sejax for strength, hoping to draw courage from his unshakable momentum. His chin was resolute and his gaze was grim. His soul knew nothing fear, and there was not a trace of doubt. The landslide is in front of it, and the face does not change color.

He felt my gaze and looked down at me. "Do you want eggs?" he said.

He handed over two peeled eggs.

I shook my head. I can't eat at this time.

"I'll have one," Coughlin said, picking up an egg and biting off half of it. Sejax ate the other, and the two chewed thoughtfully.

The Shurima people are getting closer.

"It tastes good," Coughlin said.

"Pour some vinegar while boiling the eggs," Sejax responded. "It's better to peel."

"Wit."

"Thank you."

My eyes jumped between the two, and I couldn't understand why they were talking about family affairs when they were faced with the overwhelming armies. But I feel much more soothing.

I laughed, and the laughter quickly spread.

The Kauali laughed loudly, for some reason, and soon the whole army began to laugh. The fear that threatens us to defeat without a fight is gone. Fresh resoluteness is poured into our hearts, and steel flows into our sword-bearing arms.

The Shurima stopped two hundred yards from us. I tasted a strange texture in the air, like chewing a tin ingot. I looked up just in time to see the high-speed spinning spheres on the war machine begin to burn, emitting a blazing light. The group of priests around them swung their canes downward.

A ball of fire broke away from the central sphere and threw it into the air, flying towards us.

Beads of fire fell in the middle of our infantry formation, exploding a cloud of light green flames and a scream. Another bead of fire followed, followed by another.

I felt sick and there was a wave of barbecue-smelling heat in the array, and although the scene was terrible, our fighters still held their ground.

More beads of fire flew towards us, but instead of hitting our position, they swayed through the air before turning around and smashing into the ranks of Shurima pikemen.

As I marveled, I saw our sorcerer float his staff in the air, and the veins of magic pulsed between them. My limbs stood on end, and the air around me was shrouded in a faint light, like a curtain had been drawn.

More beads of fire shot out of Shurima's war machine, but all crashed into the magical barrier around our army, exploding in midair.

The cheers in our front line drowned out the screams of pain. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad I hadn't been targeted. I watched as the miserable wounded were dragged to the rear by their comrades. It must have been tempting to stay behind, but we Acacians are descendants of the Explorer King, and the warriors who escorted the wounded rushed back to their positions in the line as quickly as possible.

Our mages are obviously under a lot of pressure, but their power is constantly keeping the Shurima bombardment at bay. I glanced back at the tent on the top of the pyramid. There, too, pastors are pulling out all their might. What exactly will happen in the end, I can't imagine. What kind of weapons are in it, and when will we use them?

"Steady," Sejax said, and I immediately turned my attention to the enemy forces in front of me. "They're marching in now. The time has come to test us. ”

I saw that the Shurima had begun to run and rush towards us. The line of archers in front of us fired a round of arrows, and dozens of enemy soldiers fell. Bronze plates and shields saved a few lives, but at such close range, some arrows pierced through the breastplate and killed the enemy.

Another round of salvo shots hit the Shurima people, followed by another.

Hundreds of people fell. Their front was uneven and disheveled.

"Up," Sejax yelled. "Rush in"

Our infantry formations lay their spears flat and charged forward like wedges. I was swept forward by the men behind me, trying to draw my scimitar as I ran. I yelled to give myself courage, but I worried about tripping over my own scabbard.

I saw the faces of the Shurima people, the braids in their hair, the gold on the crown of their heads, and the blood stains on their tunics. We were so close that we could even hear each other's whispers.

We thundered their wavering fronts. There was a violent tremor from the thrusting spear, and the long handle split and snapped under the strong impact. The sheer will to fight and the anger that had been suppressed for thousands of years made our charge unstoppable, slashing deep into the crowd and completely shattering their formation.

Anger gave me strength, and I swung my sword. The blade slashed into the flesh, and blood sprayed on me.

I heard screams. Probably my own. I'm not sure.