The war in the Northlands was still ongoing. It had been almost two months since the ambush, and the frozen soil of the Northlands was already covered in blood. Not only was there blood from the humans who were the masters, but there was also blood from the uninvited beastmen and elves.
"Take down all of Sleuweir in ten days, take down the Northlands in one month, and attack San Antonio in three months!"
For the beastmen, no one would mention the arrogant words they had said when the ambush had been successful. The tribe leaders had never expected that the humans would be so stubborn.
The abnormally successful initial ambush had confused them, and the foolishness of Sleuweir's higher-ups made them even more optimistic that the war would soon end.
In order to quickly break down the humans' resistance, the beastmen chose to annihilate the cities that were fiercely resisting. They chose to send out wolf riders to massacre the villages, and chose to use scorched earth tactics. Now, this decision had been proven to be the stupidest of decisions.
The butcher's blade didn't extinguish the Northlanders' fighting spirit. In fact, it was the opposite. The pitiful wails of their own kind and the miserable state of those who were massacred stirred up the bloodlust and anger in the hearts of the People of the Mist.
"Can you just watch as the women you just married are humiliated to death? Elderly fathers are hung to death because the occupiers wanted to save some food? Did those bastards stab the baby in the spear because of his crying? All of this is happening! Are you still men? If you are, then you should be more willing to fight to the end with me. What's there to be afraid of? It's just death. Is it any worse than living in humiliation right now? "
After the pitiful state of the occupied and massacred regions spread, the anger buried deep in the hearts of the People of the Mist was finally ignited. Even without the summons of their lord or king, the People of the Mist decided to risk their lives to protect their families and people.
"The Will of the Mist will never yield" might only be a slogan, but it was a fact that the People of the Mist had never been conquered by other races for thousands of years. In front of the bloody butcher's blade, the People of the Mist were just like their ancestors. They didn't lower their heads, and the bloodlust that had been engraved in their blood for thousands of years was awakened.
The young husband, Emma, kissed his newlywed wife goodbye. He brought along a blunt chopper and joined the militia without any protection or combat power, just so that his future children would not have to worry about being afraid, and that they would not one day become a dazzling object that was stabbed into the ground by a spear.
The old veterans held their spears and walked to the frontlines. Perhaps they were old and frail, having retired from the army for many years, but their wisdom and experience allowed the new soldiers to avoid the most dangerous traps and grow rapidly in the constant war. They were not like the legendary veteran who carried the coffin into battle, but they had long since believed that they would be lucky to return alive.
"… If this old man's experience can help a few more lads return alive, I will be very satisfied. If I'm a burden, please don't hesitate to abandon me. I'll let those bastards know what it means to be a veteran! "
If the Red Maple defense line and Antoon were the two lighthouses that brought hope, then the countless resistance organizations and self-organized militias were the boundless wildfire that set the prairie ablaze. After the sparks were ignited, it would be difficult to extinguish them.
"What are you afraid of? At most, we'll just die. Living like this is even more humiliating. "Perhaps their words were quite crude, but they spoke of the bravery of the northern tribes who were like troublemakers.
"Damn it, in the end, they're all resistance organizations and guerrilla groups! Those bastards are insane! "
In the cities that they conquered, any beastman soldier that was left alone would be unable to return to their own camps. The powerful Wolf Knight was also disappearing in large numbers.
The militia that didn't have heavy armor or sharp swords learned how to use the terrain to ambush their enemies and use bait to surround and kill the beasts. Not only did this vengeful slaughter not frighten the People of the Mist, it actually made the flames of hatred burn even more fiercely.
"They're insane! Have you ever seen a decapitated head stare at you? Have you ever seen a beggar who has lost both his legs suddenly grab onto your legs so that his companions can stab both you and himself? They're basically a bunch of completely irrational lunatics! "
They were afraid. The warlike beastmen were afraid. The beastmen who viewed dying in battle as an honor were afraid. In front of the bloodshot eyes of the crazed invaders who were willing to perish together with them, in front of the glares of those who died with their eyes wide open, the beastmen were afraid!
The beastmen finally understood why those weak humans had been able to block their own species for over a thousand years, and why their powerful ancestors had been chased back to the Northernmost Highlands countless times.
"… We can't continue wasting time like this. We absolutely need to destroy the enemy's determination to resist. We need to strike the enemy's vitals with one punch."
The beastmen gave up on their strategy of slowly and steadily taking over the human territories. They gave up on the cities on the outskirts and focused all of their efforts on destroying the two "lighthouses".
And so, the Sleuweir Kingdom's capital city, Antoon, was in a state of emergency. The human allied army's main headquarters, Red Maple, was holding the line … The tribe leaders knew that if they didn't get rid of these two obstacles, this battle would probably never end.
"Antoon has surrendered! King Füml has surrendered!"
When this news spread, people were shocked and in disbelief. Then, they started wailing in extreme pain. The entire country was crying.
A veteran soldier in his seventies lost his son, grandson, and son-in-law in this battle. He didn't shed a single tear. When he mentioned his family members who had died in battle, he would often stroke his beard and smile proudly.
"They're good people. They didn't embarrass me, Old Philly. They've fallen, so I, this old guy, will continue to take their place. When I fall, my granddaughter and daughter will take their place as well! I don't believe that I can't chase away those goddamn beasts! "
But when this news spread, he cried like a child. He collapsed on the ground and pointed a trembling finger towards the north as he cursed angrily.
"My son, what did you all die for? Is such a bastard country worth risking our lives for? Your deaths weren't worth it at all. "
This was also the reason why Roland was so furious. When the people of this country hadn't fallen, why should the king, who was their protector, fall?
At the very least, the Roland of that year, even though he had turned into a pile of bones, he still turned into a vengeful spirit and returned from hell to fulfill his oath to protect the country.
This unyielding battle spirit was also the reason why the people of the Mist remembered the story of the Twin Stars. This was a nation that would never give up. They would only recognize a king who would never surrender!
"Fake King Füml! He doesn't deserve to be king! "
When the news of Füml's surrender spread, although this anger and doubt spread among the people, from a certain standpoint, the Beastmen had indeed achieved their goal and dealt a heavy blow to the pride of this nation.
In a short period of time, the resistance decreased greatly. Füml's surrender represented the first time in the history of the Mist royalty had surrendered. This was like a heavy punch that ruthlessly struck the backbone of this nation.
* Crack! * This backbone that was known as the unyielding will of this nation let out a pitiful cry as if it was about to snap. At the same time, the pitiful cry of all the people of the Mist was accompanied by the spirit and will to resist. But fortunately …
"The previous king, Roland, appeared and executed Füml Caso on the spot. He declared that the surrender was invalid and handed the throne to the previous king's only daughter, Princess Glina Caso! The Mist royalty has yet to surrender. Our flag has yet to fall! Antoon's battle is still ongoing. Our king is still fighting. "
Fortunately, Roland's appearance reignited the flames of resistance and made them burn even more fiercely. Meanwhile, Roland's oath was the beginning of a new rule for this nation.
"… We, the people of the Mist, have never liked war. We swear to never start a war of our own accord!"
Old Philly, who had jumped off the cliff while carrying the enemy, shouted this oath. He knew that his daughter and granddaughter had died before him, but this time, he didn't cry. Instead, he patted his chest and nodded proudly.
"You killed two beasts before you died? Well done, as expected of my, Old Philly's, son. You guys go first, I'll be right there. We've agreed to meet again in heaven! "
"… But if war still comes knocking on our door, we shall let the invaders know the sharpness of our swords!"
Currently, Emma was already a qualified soldier. In a letter he wrote to his wife, he had already fulfilled this oath. When his comrades checked his belongings and sent him this letter, he had already fulfilled this oath.
"We do not like war, we do not like war. At this point, we declare that the God of Law shall be our national religion. We declare that we will never start a war of our own accord. But if war is truly unavoidable, we shall do everything in our power to protect our homeland! We swear that our people will forever stand at the peak of the Northlands! "
This short declaration left a new mark in the hearts of this nation. Not only Sleuweir, but the neighboring Donglan, who were also descendants of the People of the Mist, were also repeating this oath.
"… We shall do everything in our power to protect our homeland! We swear that our people will forever stand at the peak of the Northlands! "
One hundred and seventy-four Knight rode on the young Frigid Maw. Under the advice of the senior Lion King, the young beasts that had hatched ahead of time had already signed a new contract with the young Knight. Under the fluttering war flag of the Mist, the new generation of Aurora Knight had already completed their final training. Today was the day that the young Aurora Knight would head to the battlefield to support their people.
Under the watchful eyes of their families, under the leadership of the undead seniors of the Aurora Knights, the silver warhorses began to float into the sky one after another. The faces of the young knights were still immature, but their arms that held their spears were as steady as a reef. Their gazes were fixed on the distant horizon, where the blood of their kin was flowing. They could not wait to end this war.
"Let them see what the strongest aerial cavalry squadron in the entire continent looks like! Let them see the pride of the People of the Mist! "
But when they entered the battlefield, they were destined to become the new focus of the Northlands. Without a doubt, the Aurora Knight, the pride of the People of the Mist, would ignite an even higher flame.
And when all the declarations were linked together, when this oath of "never going to war" transformed into a sword of will that shocked even the Gods, the People of the Mist's declaration finally received a response.
"I, the God of Law, Wumianzhe, declare that I will protect the People of the Mist."
When the holy silver light descended from the clouds, the People of the Mist finally had a true God to protect them. And with the increase in his believers, Wumianzhe finally completed his transformation and obtained a new Divine Concept — the Guardian God of the Northlands.
"As long as the master of this land still follows the principle of not going to war, I shall protect him forever. I bless him, bless him that he will never be conquered, bless him that he will … "
A guiding path of light descended. From now on, the People of the Mist's souls would belong to Wumianzhe's Divine Domain, and the brave warriors who sacrificed themselves for their people would become Valkyrie. No true God would be able to steal the People of the Mist's souls from Wumianzhe's hands. No!
Why am I so certain? That's because …
"Roland, that boulder is too difficult to deal with!"
"You guys hold him back for me. I have an even more important matter to attend to. Where were we? Right … I bless him that he will reach the pinnacle with victory, and bless him that he will enter the Valkyrie Palace after his death! May the scales of justice forever stand above the Northlands! "
My voice resonated with the voice in the sky. After so many sacrifices, we had finally taken this step!
"I, the Guardian God of Law and the Northlands, Wumianzhe, swear to expel all invaders! Not satisfied? Come and fight! "
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