[The War Against the Saxons is About to Begin]
[Facing this army formed by various kings and nobles, as the leader of this war, it is necessary for you to reorganize the troops.]
[You need to make this group of soldiers aware of who is leading them and what kind of battlefield they will be stepping onto.]
[Although the forces brought by the kings and nobles are quite small and are merely trying to take advantage of the situation, to avoid being criticized, most of them are elite troops with excellent armaments.]
[Every soldier is clad in hard armor, and their weapons gleam with a cold, sharp light. Even though they are a temporary assembly, their discipline is quite strict.]
This shows that everyone has the idea of achieving victory.][
[This makes you smile faintly.]
[The enemy Saxons number at least five thousand, while Tintagel's total strength is four thousand, which is still a disadvantage in terms of numbers.]
[If it weren't for the strong support from some nobles and kings, this number might have dropped even further.]
[However, you are not concerned about this.]
"Everyone, please give the highest reception to Lord Moran. He will drive back the Saxons in this war, bringing hope as the King of Light, and he is our commander this time!"
[The various kings and nobles issued such orders to their troops.]
[Undoubtedly, this is a scheme by the nobles and kings to elevate their status; the higher they raise him, the more expectations they must meet in return.]
[You understand these people's thoughts.]
[In fact, most of these kings and nobles have already discussed this with their soldiers.]
[How could these soldiers from other countries really give their lives? Would they hand them over to others without any doubt?]
[Everyone knows the truth behind this.]
[Right now, these are merely superficial words.]
[In reality, the only troops you can truly command are your own. You have long been aware of this.]
[—It's all just things you already know.]
[Your expression shows no signs of fluctuation.]
[Although there are disloyal people among these individuals, they are still comrades who will step onto the battlefield.]
[For this reason, you can still show some mercy.]
[As for why you are so magnanimous?]
[Because you never expected the soldiers from other countries to be reliable; only your own strength is truly trustworthy.]
[You have absolute confidence in yourself.]
"Gu—"
It was unclear who swallowed their saliva.
Even after arriving at Tintagel and being shocked by various magical beasts and mysteries, they still couldn't adapt.
Looking at the two-horned beast pulling the cart.
The soldiers initially adopted a state of vigilance; facing such inhuman mysteries, they had no choice but to do so.
Two figures walked down from the cart, one after the other.
One was a stunning woman with silver hair holding a staff, and the other was a noble-looking man with black hair.
The latter is the commander leading their war.
He is known as the King of Light, Moran.
[You are dressed in the attire of a king.]
[With a handsome face and deep-set eyes, his flawless and elegant appearance, despite being in such a place filled with magical chaos, exudes the aura and majesty of a noble king.]
[The soldiers belonging to Tintagel bowed their heads, grateful that the King of Light had come to this place, granting them glory.]
"Lord Moran, this is our military strength. With such a united front and your guidance, which is renowned for its invincibility, it would be difficult not to achieve victory!"
[King Leodegrance was very pleased and enthusiastic.]
[However, the soldiers belonging to other kings and nobles in the army did not offer you the respect you deserved.]
[This made King Leodegrance quite embarrassed.]
[They stood like wooden statues.]
[These soldiers' loyalty belongs only to their respective kings; they do not intend to show respect to you, the temporary commander.]
[Some kings and nobles showed expressions of watching a show.]
[They had no intention of helping you out.]
[Someone like you, who has been elevated to such a legendary status in Britain, would naturally cause discomfort among other kings.]
[However, this is not a problem to worry about.]
"—Yes, our king, give the highest salute!"
A loud voice overshadowed the entire scene.
It contained an irresistible magical aura that made everyone present feel an overwhelming pressure.
An uncontrollable fervent will seemed to transform into an invisible tsunami.
It swallowed the soldiers' sense of self.
—That was one of the leaders of the indomitable magical army.
He was a fervent soldier who pledged loyalty to Moran, not allowing anyone to show even a hint of disrespect to their king.
In an instant, it seemed like an instinctive action.
A rustling sound of armor clashing.
The thousands of soldiers in front of Moran placed their hands on their chests and slightly bowed to show their respect.
Many soldiers were already drenched in sweat.
In the moment they were engulfed by that magical aura, they seemed to see a terrifying beast with bared fangs ready to devour them.
If they did not do this, they would surely die.
Such thoughts were transmitted to those soldiers who did not obey Moran's command, making it impossible to resist.
"Gu—"
Just being affected by the aura.
Many kings and nobles' faces twitched.
Just observing was enough to feel that terrifying pressure; their hearts were stirred up like turbulent waves.
"Ha, thank you all for your tribute."
Moran's voice was not loud.
However, it clearly reached everyone's ears.
It sounded like a very ordinary voice, without any obvious emotional traces, which made it even more frightening.
It was as if a monster was awkwardly pretending to be an ordinary person.
It gave a strange sense of disharmony.
Even the shouts of his subordinates carried this pressure; how could a king who commands a terrifying magical army be ordinary?
The foreign soldiers were cursing in their hearts.
But no one dared to say another word.
"Everyone, please raise your heads."
Moran said this for the first time.
Everyone present still kept their heads down.
"I said, please raise your heads."
Only after Moran said it a second time did the soldiers gradually lift their heads.
At this moment, their lips were pale, and their faces were ashen.
"Lord Moran, please forgive some soldiers for their sluggish behavior; they are fortunate to see you and must be so happy that they forgot themselves."
[A noble stepped forward to wipe his sweat.]
[Although he would rather die than face this pressure and talk to you, he still had to do so.]
[He originally wanted to test your depth.]
[In the end, who would have thought it would develop into this?]
[His own soldiers losing composure was already a miscalculation; they could not afford to lose composure any further and needed to remedy the situation.]
]They could not continue to show flaws.]
[Just as that noble was pondering the next words, you spoke first.]