Thousands of griffins were hovering in the low sky, groups of unicorn holy beasts and giant bears, wild beasts such as wild wolves were breathing heavily, and all the elves wearing vine armor and carrying war bows were
They were all silent, waiting for the final order.
In the war of the gods, the elves suffered heavy losses, and even their wise men perished in the imperial capital. This time, as an ancient intelligent race, the elves used all their strength, and the elves from the Green Forest Kingdom came from all over the country.
Half-elves came out in full force, and the little fighting power in front of them had already wiped out their entire wealth.
All the creatures gathered here, regardless of identity or belief, are all the essence of each race, representing the highest strength of their respective races. Whether they are magicians, warriors, or other identities, it no longer matters.
The important thing is that they are all warriors who are willing to face death and dare to face the King of the Dead. They all have a steel-like fighting will and an extremely tenacious fighting spirit.
They are the last weapon put together by all life, the only team that wants to fight death, and they are also the last hope of the world!
All these warriors gathered together, and the murderous aura and blood emanating from them seemed tangible and tangible. A solemn and murderous aura filled the air, stirring over the once empty Kent training ground.
When the white fish belly in the east began to turn red, a burly orc appeared in everyone's sight.
It's Douglas.
The supreme leader of the coalition forces, the quasi-god of the orc world, Lord Douglas of Kent!
The appearance of Douglas first made the orcs' breathing become heavier. It was as if the warriors who were ready to see the flag were raised high, and as if the warriors who were preparing to meet again heard the horn of attack and involuntarily clenched the weapons in their hands.
Even the calm human warriors and magicians were infected by this restless atmosphere, and their breathing gradually became heavier.
Douglas' eyes slowly swept over, looking at these soldiers whose whole bodies were wet with dew, he took a deep breath of the slightly humid morning air, and said loudly like a shout:
"All beings who hear my voice, no matter where you come from, no matter if you are orcs, humans, or elves. You all know as well as I do what kind of enemy we are about to face."
Douglas's already loud voice raised the tone again, echoing in the huge training ground: "Yes, we are going to fight death, we are going to fight the King of the Undead. Our enemy is already so powerful that we can't even imagine it.
But we have to face it because we have no other choice."
"This is a battle with great disparity in strength, but we cannot retreat and have no way to retreat, because this battle is not only for ourselves, but also for all life in the world."
The burly Douglas stood on a high platform in the middle of the training ground, looking at the soldiers below from a slightly overlooking angle, as if a true god was looking down on all living beings from the clouds. His words were not deep, but they were sonorous and powerful. They were straightforward.
The voice is not even majestic and passionate, but it expresses the simplest, most direct and most touching truth in the strongest tone:
"In the upcoming battle, we may fail, and everyone may die. Even I cannot guarantee that I will survive, but like you, I will definitely face death with strength. In this world
On the battlefield, our ancestors, our compatriots, and our families have lived and reproduced for generations until now. If we lose, this endless cycle will no longer exist, and the world will become a dead place!"
"So, we can only fight with all our strength. No matter what the final outcome is, we must fight to the end. This is our mission and our responsibility. Now, it is time for us to fulfill our mission!"
"Whether this world where grass grows, warblers fly, fish leaps over, and whales sing, the answer lies at the tip of our knives. Whether it can continue to exist is in our hands. Whether it is necessary for ourselves and our descendants to exist, the answer lies in our hands."
Because of the continuous shouting, Douglas's voice seemed a little hoarse, even a little hoarse. Tens of thousands of soldiers from all directions did not send out a single cheer, because Douglas's pre-war mobilization was not to cheer people up or boost morale.
I just express the most essential thought hidden in my heart: For myself and for the world, if I want to fight for the last chance to survive, I have no choice but to fight.
This idea existed in the hearts of all the soldiers. It was stirred up by Douglas's words. The idea of fighting and living became stronger and stronger. The depression in the heart had nowhere to vent. Every life that was stimulated wanted to go.
Fight the undead army desperately, even if you die, you will die vigorously!
When the first light finally appeared in the sky, Douglas, facing the east, was bathed in the new sunshine, and his whole body was covered with a layer of the most natural golden color, like a golden silhouette rising with the sun. Full of saying no
It is as majestic and mysterious as a god.
All the soldiers knew as well as Douglas that the upcoming war was extremely difficult. To describe it as a narrow escape was already the most optimistic estimate. No one would naively think that they still had the possibility to survive. This was almost
A fight to the death.
Under normal circumstances, no one would dare to imagine such a battle except for those fanatical believers. But now, the world has become a life and death gamble, and all living beings have become chips on the gambling table. In this way
The big gamble has nothing to do with honor or faith, only life or death.
Death is indeed terrible, but when life is forced to the point of no return, death will inspire boundless fighting spirit.
Even if he must die, he must take a big gamble and let that powerful and terrifying opponent see the power and dignity of life.
Douglas had already drawn the sword in his hand, swung it vigorously in the direction of the sun, and shouted in an unusually hoarse voice: "The war between life and death has begun, we have no choice. Let's go——"
As Ziying's sword was swung down hard, the soldiers who had been depressed for a long time on the training ground finally burst out with a cry.
Thousands of beings full of fighting will roared at the same time, as if thunder suddenly fell, the deafening shouts startled the birds in the distant forest to fly up one after another, and there were lingering sounds echoing in the surrounding mountains: