"Didn't they just finish fighting the High Mountain Kingdom? Do these guys not get exhausted from war?"
"They're a bunch of lunatics!"
The soldiers murmured amongst themselves, with panic, anxiety, and tension filling their hearts. They no longer wished to participate in any war.
In recent years, they had heard of many well-known countries being destroyed by the Ashen Empire. In the northern Thrace fairy tales, each soldier of the Ashen Empire was a monster capable of breathing fire.
But under the stern gaze of the Military Governor, no one dared to talk of retreat or surrender.
Under countless focused gazes, Hain stood at the top of the city tower, raising the dazzling Sun Holy Spear, his voice echoing in the city: "Loyal warriors, you must have heard the news— the Ashen Empire has declared war on us!
They shamelessly tore up the peace treaty, seek to seize our land, plunder our wealth, and turn our loved ones and friends into the slaves of evil dragons!"
