The Arannor Kingdom III

Westian immediately led the remaining cultivators in the Royal Hall towards the battlefield after the voice became less audible. Despite the fact that they weren't that far apart, Westian moved quickly toward the defensive wall.

Westian could see the situation on the battlefield from a distance. Heads were thrown from the top of the wall, bodies were dropped from above, and blood was splashed everywhere.

All of this combined to give them a sense of oppression they had never felt before. The soldiers were fighting furiously, surviving and attempting not to destabilize the entire situation, which had already gone awry.

"I didn't think they'd go that far. They fight as if they were slaughtering animals. There was no fear on the faces of the soldiers. They have no fear of death. What happened to them in reality? "How can they be so daring?"

Westian was taken aback when he witnessed his enemies fighting fiercely as if it were a blessing. They showed no fear in their actions and continued to attack even after losing an arm or a leg. They continued to fight and kill as many opposing soldiers as they could as long as they didn't die.

Everything happened for a reason. Voran delivered a speech to his troops before the attack began. Just before they launched their attack.

"This moment will go down in history," Voran said. Everything begins with this. You will be the kingdom's primary mover and shaker. This war would be the kingdom's first conquest, and it will be remembered for all time. Your accomplishments will be remembered and not forgotten. The death you will face will bring you glory that no one else will have. They perish in their sleep! A woman's body on top of a woman's body! Food abounds! You, on the other hand, are far superior to them!! You died in a battle for glory and victory on a bloody battlefield. Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Kill them all!! Bite them even if you don't have any hands!! Attack!!"

Voran excitedly sent them off, and he sat quietly on his horse, staring at the wall and his troops attacking it. Voran stood back and watched his soldiers fight quietly. He was unconcerned when some of them were killed while attempting to scale the wall. Voran didn't let the onslaught of attacks end there.

"Sian and Hainz, you two... Go up there and accomplish something. Your presence will have an impact. They wouldn't be able to survive just by adding soldiers. You require dependable individuals. Swaster Merran was severely injured in that war, and they weren't very good. The Cultivators will be an additional card on our side. So you two are the ones I can rely on for the time being. Go forth and demonstrate your abilities!"

Voran directed the two of them to fight on the top of the wall and assist the soldiers fighting there. He could imagine how hard and fierce the battle was up there. He wanted to feel as if he had rushed into the battle that was taking place above the wall. He, on the other hand, waited for them to open the gate while continuing to launch another wave of attacks.

Aside from that, he couldn't do anything about the situation in front of him. Voran drew his sword and raised it high. The sun's rays were reflected in all directions by the blade. There were still a lot of soldiers around him, and Veus didn't change his formation for even a second. They formed a 6-column lined formation that put a lot of pressure on the opposing soldiers.

"This sword has demanded blood, and they're up there. I'm not sure if it's just a regular sword or not. For the time being, it's far superior to my bare hands." He lowered his sword and replaced it in its scabbard. "Other than my resolve, I have nothing to be concerned about."

Voran frowned as he witnessed such a fierce and bloody battle. Even though it was his second time, this type of thing was foreign to him and not something he could quickly adapt to. However, when he recalled the situation, he realized that he would have to get used to it.

"They've sent reinforcements! They were not only well-educated, but they were also capable. Their presence boosts the fighting spirit of the soldiers, which is detrimental to us. It makes no difference; my army will not be that weak, and I still have another hidden card."

Voran approached Veus calmly after saying that. He took his time riding. They needed to send the last of the nobles who remained in their army. It didn't matter if they were injured or not; they had to be sent there as long as they could stand. That's what he told Veus. He did, however, exclude Swaster Merran, who had been seriously injured and was possibly on the verge of death.

As he reflected on Swaster Merran's predicament, an idea occurred to him. A way to keep him alive and exploit his talents while also destroying everything around him. For a brief moment, the thought crossed his mind, but he quickly returned his attention to what was in front of him.

"It would be a shame, Your Majesty, if we sent them there. We will actually harm ourselves by threshing them there. What our troops require there is a new and powerful force. If His Majesty insists on sending them, I recommend..." Veus kept him at bay while observing the entire situation on the battlefield. He resumed his speech after a few seconds. "Once the gates open, Your Majesty, we can send him in there." We sacrifice them in order to keep the gate open as long as possible until the entire army can enter!"

Voran deliberated on the strategy. He only wished for their deaths because it had always been his intention to bring them to the battlefield. Perhaps this will be a setback. But that is only a short-term loss, not a long-term loss. He still tolerated the existence of nobles in his kingdom because it ensured the continuation of a kingdom's existence. He does, however, have his own set of criteria for seeing and allowing it.

"It's not bad. It's a lot better than throwing them into the wall! So, my Marshal, I'll leave the troop organization to you! I have faith in your strength and ability. Make them fear your name, as well as mine. Make it known to the world that Salauster Vande Voran is not a child. Only you have the highest cultivation in the army right now. I hope you're aware of this, Veus!"

Voran reminded Veus that he was currently the strongest member of his squad, despite the fact that Larsson had a task just as important as the current attack. Voran looked around the battlefield and saw ki bursting from every corpse. That's when he cracked a smile.