The wind was calm, without any waves, as if the smoothest silk wiped the dry skin of the warriors, and then disappeared without a trace in the air, leaving only the faint "woo~" sound.

The clouds that were alarmed by the supreme power of the sun had long since run away, and the golden light shone on the earth and turned into a beacon in the sky—the source of life for all things. The night is long and sinister, and the day is bright and vibrant, so that people can't help but worship the sun that stands proudly above the sky.

The whole army of more than 15,000 people, neatly led by slogans and banners, formed a strong phalanx and marched forward. With the shield in front of them and the spears clenched in their hands, their faces were resolute and silent, and there was still a hint of nervousness in their eyes, and they couldn't help but burst out of the green tendons on their arms.

Knights from all over the world, calmly guarding the flanks of the large phalanx, the war horses under the crotch walked gracefully without saying a word, they knew how to make their masters more comfortable, and for the knights, there was no more haode brother than the war horse, and the care between the two sides was more than that of blood relatives and the people they were loyal to.

The small squires behind them respectfully held high the family banner for them, indicating the identity of the knights. Only the knights of the imperial guard and the knights of the dawn from Rome, the banner that represented their allegiance was the most haode! The golden laurel wreath and the dawn coat of arms became the symbol of their unity.

The Noldor hunters from the south maintained a loose formation and followed closely behind the large phalanx, not clearly positioned. They carried two slender quiver pots that resembled badminton barrels at their waists, and held nearly a man-tall Noldor longbow in their hands. These warriors are all excellent mature hunters in the South, rapid fire and projectile strikes are their specialty, compared to human archers, these people are the real fire cover of the coalition forces.

Each of them was able to shoot a full eight arrows before the first arrow landed, and the master of them could even shoot ten arrows! Compared to the Noldor Ranger, who was good at accurate shooting, such a stormy firepower was what the coalition needed -- they could greatly demoralize the enemy and make the soldiers feel safer.

They came to the battlefield with a desire for revenge, and no one had the will to fight more desperately for victory than they did.

All preparations have been made, and all that remains is a dignified victory to decide the fate and future of both sides!

The sound of footsteps stopped on a flat ground with a very low slope at the front of the ruins. Terenus, Theodore, Salald, Aaron. All the commanders of this coalition army had arrived, and the escorts and lieutenants behind them followed closely behind with their banners held high, not leaving a single step behind.

The only surprise was that what Terenus had produced was not the sign of the Knights of the Dawn, but the glorious cross that symbolized the Holy Empire - a black rectangular cross on the silver-white banner.

This long-lost banner was a bit of a distraction to many of the natives from the north, including many of the First Legion's infantry and heavy cavalry, most of whom were from Talboa and Haringos, and even though they had sworn allegiance to the Golden Laurel, they had never forgotten the glorious cross that had been flying for four hundred years.

Terenus stopped at the front of the army, turned his horse's head to face the soldiers, and looked at the soldiers with a look of relief beneath their somewhat old skin.

Theodore, Salald, and Aaron retreated to either side of him to make room for the old man, and the warriors looked eagerly at their marshal, awaiting his impassioned speech.

But the old man didn't seem to be as passionate as he had been in Tulga, swallowed his throat a little, and began to speak in a gentle tone peculiar to an old man, like a child.

"The warriors of the north, the Salionians, the Mithmen, and the Romans. I am honored, but I am also terrified, because I am now your commander, leading the most powerful army in the entire north, and a tribe of orcs, in this great ancient forest!"

"Many of you may have heard of me, or of the Knights of the Dawn - especially the people of the Empire, and I'm sure you must have heard of what the Knights of the Dawn had done to watch over the Empire. I believe that this name must be very honorable in your hearts, a great order of knights, whose name should be immortalized, and the brave knights fought to the death against the orcs!"

"But that's the knights of the past, the old man you see now, I, Terenus Norhan, I fought bloodily, but I didn't fulfill my oath! Emperor of the Holy Empire, the young emperor, fought alone with the orcs in front of his throne!"

"I have lost my glory and will never get it again, and the people to whom I am loyal have left this shijie, and everything seems irretrievable. ”

"But now, Heaven has given me a chance! The blood of the great Pendragon family has not really withered. The great Radiant Cross, the great Emperor Aragon has blessed his descendants!

"Our comrade-in-arms and brother the Romans, Venerable Caesar Theodore Julian, protected the blood of the Pendragon family Zuihou in the face of danger and survived tenaciously!"

"Her name is Helena Pendragon, heir to the Holy Empire Zuihou!" the old man roared in a deep voice.

As Terenus shouted, the Knights of the Dawn guarding him lined up on either side, leaving a wide path in between. They drew their Dawn Swords and held them up in front of their eyes, expressing their highest respect in silence.

Carrying the banner of the Radiant Cross was Knight Ain Talboa. Although he had long known that Helena's identity must be extraordinary, he didn't expect that it was actually Pendragon Zuihou's bloodline! Thinking of this, Ain felt more and more responsible, and the proud little knight raised the flagpole in his hand and looked at Helena with an upward gaze.

The white war horse under him walked with dexterous and steady steps, and the glorious cross cloak behind him wrapped the girl's delicate body, and the silver dazzling armor reflected the golden sunlight, which was particularly dazzling.

When she walked in front of everyone, she was as proud and holy as a god, and no one dared to question her identity! There was no doubt that she was Helena, Helena Pendragon, the heir of the empire, the blood of Pendragon!

Helena gently took off her helmet, her long black hair spread out like a waterfall, pouring down like silky satin, and her sky-blue eyes shone with pure light.

"My fellow citizens, the humans of the North, and ............ I am Helena, Nyoldor Elves of the Silent Forest, Helena Pendragon, your robes. ”

Helena's voice was soft, with an immaculate tone, but it could be heard clearly in the open field—all of them held their breath and listened silently to the voice of the Pendragon descendant.

"We came here, bloodied and sacrificed. I know a lot of people will die here, a lot of people, a lot of friends and loved ones. We have only one purpose, to defend our homes and loved ones from harm. ”

"So, warriors. Helena looked at these ordinary warriors calmly: "Please, fight for our homes and loved ones!"

"If you will allow me, I will stand under your banner, Your Highness Helena!" Salald was the first to turn and dismount, draw his two-handed broadsword, and fall on one knee in front of Helena's horse.

"My father, who lost his oath to defend the Emperor in order not to harm his subjects. This is a shame that can never be washed away! It is a shame for the people of Salion! We are ...... Join...... Even their own emperors can't protect them!"

"Salionite—!" Salald whispered with his sword in both hands and his army behind his back, "Fulfill your oath and pledge allegiance to Pendragon!"

"Long live Pendragon - !!! Long live Pendragon - !!!"

The cries of the mountains and the tsunami, first of all the knights of Salion, soon spread to the entire army of Salion, and the entire left flank of the army was shouting!

"And Brennus!" Aaron jumped off his horse, followed after Salald, and knelt down on one knee in front of Helena's horse: "In the name of my father, I owe allegiance to you, Your Highness Helena, allegiance to Pendragon!"

Aaron's move almost detonated a bomb! What was originally just a shout from the left flank quickly spread throughout the entire army, and the momentum was so great that it seemed to be about to tear down the sky!

"Long live Pendragon - !!! Long live Pendragon - !!!"

"Long live Pendragon - !!! Long live Pendragon - !!!"

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If there was anyone who was most embarrassed at this time, it was probably the soldiers and knights of the Roman legions.

Although they also wanted to shout like their comrades, at least they were still a little sane and sober, knowing that the Golden Laurel Crown and the Radiant Cross Banner to which they were loyal had no affiliation or obedience, and it was impossible for them to shout as unscrupulously as they were.

Theodore could feel that almost at the same time that Aaron said those words, a lot of eyes were on him, watching his every move.

There were soldiers, there were Salald and Aaron's, and there were Knights of the Dawn............ Theodore could clearly see that Salald's slightly smug gaze was sneaking a glance at him.

It's a shame, my friend, you thought you had won a game, but I had already laid the groundwork. Theodore thought triumphantly. He got out of Webber's body and slowly walked over to Helena's side, looking at his friend with a soothing smile at his once silly friend, who was still pure and immaculate.

He saw Helena shaking her head slightly towards him, her eyes tangled. It was a little funny and a little relieved for him - Helena was still Helena, no matter who she was, or who she was.

Young Caesar turned around, a purple sword fluttering in the wind, a bright sword pointing to the sky, and a smile shouted:

"Romans, fight side by side with your fellow citizens!"

(Note: The Noldor Hunter's bug-like rate of fire is based on an Indian leader who fired ten arrows before the first arrow hits the ground, a record that has not yet been surpassed - in fact, there is, but twelve arrows seems too mystical to be accepted.)

It is said that the Saxon archers in the Crusaders were able to shoot three arrows in 1.5 seconds, I don't know if it's true, if it's true, it means that there is a serious mistake in the way we practice bow and arrow competition today)