"The seven great holy wars of the father of the reinvention of the motherland brought it immortal glory, and it was a symbol of the glory and authority of the empire. Under this golden scepter, the soldiers of the Great Holy War will fight with it, and march forward with its waves! Whether he is a mercenary or a marshal, whether he is an ordinary groom or a noble Elector, any soldier of the Great Holy War must obey the master of this scepter! Lord Otlandus! I give you the glory of this empire in your hands, do you understand your responsibility and burden? Can you bear this responsibility and burden?"

Ashubi's voice echoed in the sky like thunder, and the sound amplified by magic shook the hearts of every soldier. This sacred staff of the commander is a symbol of the power of the empire, a symbol of the immortality of the imperial army, and the ceremony of awarding the staff is also the ceremony of formally appointing the commander of the army, which is destined to be solemn and solemn, and must be witnessed and heard by every soldier.

"Your Royal Highness the Holy Crown Prince, I understand the trust and responsibility of the Empire in me, I will bear this burden, and I will use my life and soul to complete this heavy trust!

Marshal Yang slowly took the scepter with both hands, and there was irrepressible excitement in his voice, and the bright sun shone on his short black hair, shining on his black armor inlaid with golden griffin reliefs, casting a glorious curtain on the marshal of medium stature. At this moment, everything on the earth seemed to freeze, and only the hearts of 100,000 people beat out a stirring sound under the armor.

"All right, my marshal, my sword, my left hand! Stand up, give orders to the army, may Sigmar and the gods bless our victory!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Ashby's face, and he grabbed the black-haired marshal's arm and helped him to his feet. In an instant, a huge Sigmar sigil rose from behind him like a volcano, and golden warhammers and crosses shrouded the entire platform in a golden glow. The young prince stood side by side with the black-haired marshal, and the golden scepter shone brilliantly in the marshal's hand.

"I, a descendant of Ostrand, son of the knight Voynich, marshal of the Empire, and now commander of the Great Holy War, Jan Sobiesky Otlandus, I am sure you will be happy to hear it, won't you?"

The black-haired marshal raised his golden scepter to the endless array of troops, and his expression became calm and gentle again. Unlike the crown prince Ah Xiu, who was like a flame, the feeling of this black-haired marshal was like a calm lake, and he brought not agitation but tranquility.

"Brave comrades-in-arms, we have come to the gates of Kislevgrad, and I believe that the glory of the Emperor and the gods is in your hands. This is a fight for Kislev, but also for our country, a fight for our home, and I know that this battle will bring tears to countless families, but it will bring stability and peace to many families. I believe that we will be triumphant in the near future, and I am sure that most of our comrades-in-arms will be reunited with your families with honor in the near future! ”

The black-haired marshal ended his brief speech with a solemn military salute, and the huge military formation fell silent in an instant. No one spoke, everyone seemed to be thinking, Marshal Yang's words were very calm and short, but there seemed to be a special flavor in this calm and shortness. Hyde also suddenly fell into thought, and the intensity of his anticipation did not seem to come.

"My dear comrades-in-arms, the undefeated magician of the empire has made us a promise that he never makes easily, is there anything you don't understand?"

The crown prince Ashubi thoughtfully straightened his hair, and then suddenly laughed, his face full of pleasant expressions. The solemnity just now is gone, and now Ashubi shows his sun-like enthusiasm. His words were like an arrow shattering the ice, and the entire army fell into a boiling of ecstasy almost instantly.

"Long live the holy crown prince! Long live the undefeated magician!

Countless helmets and feathered yarcaps flew into the sky one after another, thunderous cheers rose like flames, and at this moment the magnificent army array rose and fell like a wheat field in the wind. There seemed to be indescribable magic hidden in Marshal Yang's words. But Hyde was a little confused, he didn't know what to do.

"Marshal Yang, who has never been defeated in battle, has already made his promise to us! Our victory is certain! Your Highness, don't you know?"

Marshall saw Hyde's confusion, and the tall red-haired young man smiled and gestured to Hyde. Almost instantly, Hyde suddenly understood the meaning of Marshal Yang's words, and he immediately laughed. Yes, Marshal Young was a man who had never been defeated in nine wars and fifty-two minor battles, a question that Frey and Marshall had said to him. He has already made a promise of victory, isn't that enough?

"The miracle of sixty victories, Yang. "This is a myth that circulates among the great armies of the Empire, and in a sense it is an exaggeration, because there are three major battles and fifteen minor battles that can be considered draws. But in a sense this is a true myth, because in these eighteen draws, Marshal Young's army and the friendly forces that fought together never suffered more than 10% losses. In the cruel old world, this is already considered a miracle, and there is no need for further comment, because it is a miracle to create such a battle damage in the war against the Poison Skaven Demon Rat Clan, the Chaos Naqi heretic.

"Undefeated magician, miraculous Lord Yang!"

Thousands of soldiers said this, so this imperial marshal with the blood of Aurora and Kislev became a legend of the empire in ten years, he is the god of Mirmidia, there is a legend that the wisdom of the Valkyrie once personally descended on him, he has a quarter of the Aurora blood, so there is also a legend that he has been blessed by the ancient gods of the mysterious Aurora Empire thousands of miles away, so countless legends have flown to this son of a poor knight from the mountains of the Duchy of Ostland, and even rumors say that the Grand Inquisition of the empire has also investigated and studied。

But Marshal Yang had a solid supporter, and it was the wolf lord of Midlandland who first recommended him to the post of generalissimo of the empire for the power to command an army. He had served under the great generalissimo and his princess for ten years since he was a teenager, and it was rumored that he almost married the Valkyrie Princess's beloved personal maid, but now this maid had become the chief lady of the court of Midland, and the third champion of Midland, the head of the pack.