The blue underside is embroidered with a white totem, and the banner of the mighty seven-colored elk rolls in from afar.

When the White Legionnaires, appearing on the horizon, turned into a black line that separated from the sky.

"I am afraid that there are more than 200,000 enemies."

With his feet stepping out of the swamp of the Black Wetlands, Aaron observes the movement of the White Forest Legion in the distance. His ears soon received a report from the sentry of the wood elves, "My Emperor, the size of the enemy legion is about 400,000!" ”

It is not difficult to guess that the Westerners have gathered superior forces and want to destroy the last royal city in the north, Cliston, in one fell swoop.

But the 400,000 army still made Aaron feel a heavy pressure.

After all, if you add up the farmers and reserves of Claiston, it is only 100,000 men.

Such a comparison of forces is definitely not as simple as four to one. What Aaron accepted was originally a mess, and the most elite main legion in the north, the War Bear soldiers, only had 10,000 men led by Kurush.

And the main force of the White Forest Legion in the Western Territory, the White Forest Heavy Legion, also has at least 100,000.

In the sky above the dense White Forest Legion, there is even a 5,000-strong Air Knights.

Unicorns, expensive and rare.

The Grand Duke of the Western Realm not only used all the air horses in the Western Territory, but also hired the air horses of the Eastern Continent and the Southern Continent with a lot of money.

Otherwise, even if the Western Realm is rich and rich, it is impossible to make such an air knight order.

"It seems that the main army of the White Forest has all arrived. It's a big battle. …… It is also a battle that will determine the survival of the North! ”

Despite having previously chopped off the head of the commander of the White Forest Legion, the Grand Duke of the Westlands quickly appointed his new commander for his outpost.

Yes, for the million-strong army of the West, the 200,000-strong army of the White Forests is just an outpost.

"Soldiers, sacrificing to besiege their homeland is an honorable choice. As a soldier. It is a privilege from God to be able to experience such a great battle. The Westlanders are coming in abundance, but they will not be victorious. Because of this war, we will surely cover the Black Swamp with the corpses of the Westsiders. Today, we are fearless here, and today, we will fight here with blood! Roar--"

A loud roar that shook the heavens and the earth caused the air to burst.

The more times like this come, the more necessary it is to boost the morale of the soldiers. After all, the scale of the White Forest Legion is so large, and the 5,000-strong Knights in the Sky are like a sword blade inserted in the hearts of soldiers in the north.

All eyes on it. Crackling, Aaron's bones exploded, causing the northern soldiers to generally raise their foreheads!

Lion claws, snake tails, fleshy wings, and scaly skin.

"Roar~~~"

A dragon over 50 meters in length flew into the air, spreading its wings and flying above its own legion. Followed by the giant eagle transformed by the two thousand wood elves, plus the five hundred unicorn knights owned by the north, in an instant, the sky above the head of the Fourth Legion of the Avenger Army was condensed in the air. It's more shocking than the white forest.

"Array! --- Forward! ”

The Fifth Legion of the Avengers marched in unison and set up a battle line in the Black Swamp. The archers are in front, the spearmen are in the center, and the swordsmen and other reserves are behind.

Woowoo――――――

The sound of a loud horn. Shake the sky. When the army of 400,000 white forests shouted loudly, "There will be gains and losses, and there will be gains and losses!" While such a slogan was advancing, the combat morale of the entire White Forest Legion was as high as 500 points.

If you want to get, you have to give. For the soldiers of the White Groves, war took their physical strength, courage, and even their lives. And at the time of giving. But he got the prosperity of the west, and did his duty for loyalty. It is a supreme honor, and a noble character.

This pride in self-identity makes the eyes of every White Forest soldier bloodthirsty. Especially when the flag of the seven-colored elk in the west is five or six times more than the flag of the war bear in the north.

……………………

“…… Claiston's departed heroes are like the frozen war bears in the sky. ”

“…… Tread the earth of the world and save the lost lamb from the clutches of the ice wolf. ”

“…… The War Bears are attacking, and the people of the North are united and fraternal like brothers. ”

“…… Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish, until all hardships and obstacles are a thing of the past. ”

“…… The enemy surrounding Claiston is really boring. ”

“…… The banner of the war bear will surely be planted in the general's head! ”

I don't know from that corner, the sky above the entire Fourth Legion floated this ode to October, the distant and ancient battle song of the northern frontier of Claiston.

Many old soldiers, or nobles, whenever this ancient war song came to their ears, it spilled tears of sorrow again.

Not long since

"Immovable as a mountain, solid as a rock!!"

A single roar on the ancient battlefield will make the enemy tremble!

The Bear Warriors of the North are all heroes, they have never feared anyone with weapons in their hands, and they never leave any chance for the enemy on the battlefield of killing.

It's a pity that under the offensive of the White Forest army, the northern border was completely defeated, and most of the once invincible War Bear Legion has now become a pile of white bones and no longer exists.

The effect of this war song awakened many lost souls. The desolate atmosphere made most people determined to die, and the morale of their own battle reached 500 points, which was on par with the White Forest Legion, which was several times their size.

It was only a few seconds after the aftermath dissipated that a louder Imperial war song suddenly sounded from the leading ranks of the two thousand Spartan Heavy Helmed Warriors, overshadowing all the momentum and echoing and roaring through the Black Swamp.

"The walls of the city were as white as frost. The magnificent temple is my heart's desire! ”

"The mountains are shaking, the earth is shaking, and the bitter cold wind pierces the warrior's backbone!"

"The extension of the blade is the tip of the tongue of a god of death, tasting the blood of the enemy with the heart and stripping the soul of the loser from the body!"

"The king's anger is unstoppable, on the way forward, I will bombard all the enemies to slag, and then I will bow deeply and thank you, congratulations on becoming cannon fodder for the most powerful empire in the world!"

"Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die!" Holding the power of the earth in his hands and never lacking the courage to kill, the banner of Sparta roared and fluttered in the wind and snow behind him! ”

"I, a conqueror, a warrior...... Stepping on the tired bones, I'm coming! I'll see you! I conquer! ”

The Battle Song of the Spartan Empire is over.

The captain of the Spartan heavy-helmeted royal guard suddenly raised the spear in his hand, raised his arms and shouted! The strong fighting morale and the courage that spewed out all of them made almost everyone dumbfounded! "The happiest and most glorious thing in life for the Spartans is to be able to die in a hearty battle. The Spartans did not ask how many enemies there were, only where they were. The dense ants are nothing more than a group of clowns who are greedy for life and afraid of death. We, the Spartans, came to the battlefield with shields on our backs and had already prepared stretchers for our corpses. In the morning we wiped our bodies, and in the evening we ate together in hell!!! ”

"Woohoo, whoa, whoa—"

"Salute to the Emperor! Hats off to Sparta! After today, this battlefield will surely become an epic battlefield, because today, the Spartans fought here in blood! ”

"Woohoo, whoa, whoa—"

Your battle morale continues to rise, 500 points, 600 points, 700 points, 900 points!

As Aaron saw in his eyes, the existence of two thousand Spartan warriors had sublimated a 'sad' legion with glory, and the morale of the battle soared from 500 to a situation where it was about to explode.

Two thousand Spartans stood at the forefront of an array of tens of thousands of people! They raise their spears, they shout! They salute the bloody battle that is coming! Heroic courage is enough to stimulate a farmer who usually only farms to become a bloodshot madman in an instant.

The Spartans forged the personality of martyrs in battle.

In the aftermath of the Great War, in the yellowed scrolls, the Central Empire was bound to rewrite its own war history.

The courage of the Spartans will make the world reluctant to smell these strong breaths, and no one will want to approach their true hearts, because this is a group of warriors who will slaughter them.

On this vast battlefield, if the individual Spartans were just a speck of dust in the breath of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on both sides.

Then the Spartan phalanx, and the empire behind the Spartan phalanx, are the bloodthirsty demon kings who are ready to move in this grand atmosphere! (To be continued......)