On the Red River Plain, a large number of soldiers of the Holy Seville Empire stood under the setting sun, mournfully surging in the camp. Many of them knocked their swords against their shields, making a sound that seemed to summon the souls of the dead.
A large number of priests and knights of the Faith of the Sun knelt on the ground and kissed the sacred ornaments on their necks. They prayed in the direction of the sun, praying for God's forgiveness and for God's response to their hearts.
"Why?
Why are you doing this? "
Jorkins was now wearing the uniform of a soldier of the Holy Seville Empire. He was wearing a sleeveless smock over his chainmail armor, and he was carrying a shield on his back and a standard longsword on his waist. He was the initiator of the initial rebellion, so he had many supporters among the slaves of the rebel army.
However, at the beginning of the rebellion, he knew that they would be defeated by the Crete Empire. So, after discussing with the other leaders, he decided to take a few of his supporters and secretly cross the border of the Crete Empire to ask for help from the Holy Seville Empire.
When the Holy Seville Empire sent troops, he volunteered to join them and became a captain. He led ten soldiers and followed the mighty army to this place.
Jorkins had hoped to welcome home hundreds of thousands of his compatriots in the Crete Empire, but now, all of them had been turned into corpses at the hands of the damn nobles of the Crete Empire and the hateful executioners.
Jorkins recalled the familiar faces of his father and younger brother, as well as his missing mother and sister. Those painful memories flooded his mind, and his face was already covered in tears. The rims of his eyes turned from red to bloodshot, and they slowly turned from red to bloodshot.
"Unforgivable!
I will never forgive those guys.
I want them to pay the price for this! "
Jorkins angrily cut his arm with his long sword, stained it with blood, and raised it to the sky. He shouted hoarsely, "Blood for blood!"
Suddenly, anger ignited the army. Everyone roared madly, and the crowd surged. Everyone raised their weapons and shouted in their hearts.
"Blood for blood!"
Inside the tent, all the Holy Knights and a large number of nobles were gathered. They were so excited that they could not suppress their emotions. Everyone looked at Verthandi with red eyes, hoping that she would immediately make a decision and lead the army to attack the Crete Empire. They wanted the Crete Empire to pay a heavy price for their evil deeds.
"Your Majesty, let's send troops!"
"Do they still think that we are the same as we were decades ago? This time, we'll make them pay the price for the evil they did to us Orcs decades ago! "
"This time, we absolutely can't tolerate hundreds of thousands of beastmen doing this while we're at the gates. This is a blatant declaration of war against us. We can only fight and repay them with blood!"
At this time, a large number of shouts suddenly rang out from outside, immediately alarming everyone in the tent. They walked out of the tent and immediately saw the crowd's agitated and angry roars.
Verthandi, who was already frowning in anger, could no longer suppress the rage in her heart when she heard the cries of tens of millions of people. She pulled out the Sword of the King from the gorgeous scabbard at her waist and pointed it in the direction of the Crete Empire.
Her golden ponytail swayed, and her flaming golden eyes revealed a strong anger. "Send troops! Blood for blood!"
Suddenly, all the Holy Knights and nobles roared at the same time. The anger of hundreds of thousands of people rushed to the clouds and shook the sky. The clouds in the sky seemed to be burning.
All the soldiers in the camp were immediately ready to go. They brought all their luggage and lined up neatly. They were divided into combat units, and under the control of their respective commanders and lords, they lined up on the plains and waited for their emperor's orders.
Verthandi rode a white horse. As the horse galloped, the figures of Verthandi and the Holy Knights swept past the soldiers at the front of the formation, so that everyone could see their figures.
All the soldiers and knights looked at their emperor with longing. Her Majesty had rescued the orcs from chaos and disaster, and had led them to a future of peace. She was the Lion King Will, who had won wars again and again. They would always follow behind her, even if she had to conquer to the ends of the earth.
Their unconditional trust and worship for Verthandi could be seen in the eyes of all the soldiers. It was as if the golden-haired figure in front of them was their faith and everything.
Verthandi held the Sword of the King high as she passed in front of the formation. Her large cloak fluttered in the wind like a fluttering flag. Everywhere she passed, cheers sounded like thunder.
"Long live the King!"
"Long live the King!"
"Long live the King!"
The cheers spread from the front all the way to the sky. Their momentum was ignited in an instant, and all they could see was the figure in front of them. The whole world seemed to become small in front of this figure.
"Fight for justice!"
"Punishment for evil!"
Verthandi had only said two short sentences, but they seemed to be taken as the truth by everyone. Everyone's eyes were red, especially the knights in front of Verthandi. They were so excited that their eyes were filled with tears and their bodies were trembling.
Following Verthandi's orders, the army was immediately mobilized. Hundreds of thousands of troops crossed the Red River Plains and broke into the territory of the Crete Empire. The flames of war swept across the land, once again igniting the war between humans and orcs that had lasted for hundreds of years.
In the capital of the Crete Empire, in front of the palace, thousands of people were gathered. A large number of soldiers had been recruited, and the knights were all over the square in front of the palace. Even more civilians were watching from afar as the Prime Minister of the Crete Empire, Duke Tembor, signed the war mobilization order. Then, the Emperor of the Crete Empire, Zolman II, also signed the war mobilization order, despite his extreme anger and depression.
At this point, the war was completely inevitable. The ordinary people of the Crete Empire were divided into two factions. One faction was worried about the upcoming war, while the other faction believed that the Orc Empire was not worth mentioning and could not be a match for the Crete Empire.
The nobles and soldiers of the pro-war faction still retained their past strength and glory. After the war mobilization order was signed, they cheered impatiently.
Duke Tembor held the war mobilization order high, the gilded ink still emitting heat. He stood in front of the stage, accepting the cheers of everyone. The soldiers below the stage cheered. They were eager for military merits and titles. At this moment, they needed a war to obtain the titles, fiefs, wealth, slaves, and women that Prime Minister Tembor had promised.
The Prime Minister of the empire, Duke Tembor, raised his hand and a document. Behind him, the red flag of the Crete Empire fluttered. Fully armored knights stood guard on both sides, accepting the baptism of the eyes of the nobles, soldiers, and civilians of the entire city.
"This war is glorious, and we will usher in the final victory!"
"We will show the barbarians who the real masters of this land are!"
Tembor's passionate roar made the soldiers, who were already eager for war, roar again. They followed Tembor's waving arms.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
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