This is not an army, but a tide of calamity forged by blood and flames!
"Drum." Duke Edmund issued the order briefly.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In an instant, ten thousand drums roared simultaneously, battle flags surged like tides, and the previously silent and oppressive battle line suddenly came alive.
Some wavering pioneer knights tightened their grip on their short spears and gritted their teeth, stepping forward.
Among the Silver Teeth Army, a young knight's palms were drenched in cold sweat. Hearing the drumbeats, he felt as if he was fiercely pushed, abruptly drawing his longsword.
An older knight who had been praying softly with his head down now raised his head, gazing at the creatures on the horizon, rekindling his rage as if returning to the glacial frontline thirty years ago.
Fifty thousand warriors advanced half a step in unison, and their steely resolve condensed into an unshakeable wall of will.
