On the dark flying beast, beneath the cold iron surface, a pair of deep eyes penetrated the obstacle from afar, watching the army in the death swamp.
The wind howled and swept across the wings.
"No one can slip under my nose,"
The Witch King of Angmar laughed playfully, then suddenly drew the long sword from his waist, and the black blade was instantly covered with magical flames.
Pointing behind him, a cold voice resounded through the sky: "My servants, this world needs a new master. Kill all who get in the way, for the sake of Sauron!"
With the cry of the Nazgul, the eyes of all the strong orcs turned red.
The dark flying beasts in the sky and the wargs on the ground also emitted a terrible low roar from their throats.
The voice of the Witch King of Angmar seemed to contain magical power, making the dark creatures who heard it become violent.
In an instant, countless splashes of water sputtered on the swamp, mixed with the sound of waterfall-like footsteps.
The immense momentum approached the soldiers of the Green Kingdom.
Looking at the scene full of oppression, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
"Om!" In the silence, a sharp sword-drawing sound came from the front of the army.
Shiyudaya's figure appeared in front of the military field, she shouted loudly, her voice almost hoarse:
"Soldiers of the Green Kingdom! Today, we stand here with no way out!"
"These ugly bastards want to kill our families! Eat our flesh! They want to destroy the world!
"Should we be afraid? No~!"
"We should make them realize how foolish their ideas are!
"The only thing we have to do is to cut off their heads with spears and swords, and let them know who the guardian of this land is!"
"For the land behind us, for our homeland, for our loved ones, for no more fear, for tomorrow, for everything! Everyone, come with me to end this apocalypse here! Come with me!"
Shiyudaya rode a horse and coiled in front of the army, her voice reaching the ears of every soldier, firm and unquestionable.
This ignited a high momentum in those who were previously apprehensive.
Yes, there's nothing to fear. It's a big deal to die.
But it's absolutely impossible for these ugly strong orcs to cross their boundaries like this.
Even in death, they will fight.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The straight silver spear filled the sky, masking the solemn cries of battle, yet chilling.
Syudea turned around, her sword leading the charge towards the front.
Her figure, not majestic, was resolute and unyielding, seeming unbreakable.
Beneath the icy helmet were eyes that ignored everything, unwavering.
"Boom~ boom boom boom." The mounts under the soldiers of the Green Kingdom also stepped forward.
In time, the thunderous footsteps grew from silence to existence, from weak to strong.
Like the bell at sunset, distant and bright, signaling that when it stops, something must end.
The belief in mortal death hung in everyone's hearts, its terrifying aura even more potent than the orc army's madness.
At this moment, no one had the intention to retreat, with only one goal in mind.
To kill the enemy before them.
At any cost! Even their lives!
Like two terrifying mudslides, silver and black, light and dark, under the dim sky, on the waters of the dilapidated swamp of death, they clashed amidst the violent storms, causing the water to sway incessantly.
"Boom!" The next moment, the icy steel torrent collided head-on.
"Boom boom boom!"
Countless sparks flew along the front, the violent collision heating the surface of the armor.
The spear clashes were ruthless and decisive.
Under the collision, figures flew and fell into the underwater swamp, obscured by floating vegetation.
"Boom boom boom!"
The two sides intertwined. Tears, cries, screams, blood, entrails, and countless things mixed on the battlefield, yet no one cared.
"Bang!" Syudea swung her sword, constantly cleaving the powerful orcs rushing toward her.
In the midst of battle, she turned and shouted, "Wolf, seize the moment, go!"
"Princess Syudea, take care!" Woolf looked at Syudea, his heart full, but he didn't hesitate.
"Follow me, soldiers of the First Legion!"
After their agreed plan, Syudea stayed to intercept while he led the First Legion to raid Mordor.
The Witch King of Angmar saw Woolf's move, considering intercepting, but then an arrow flew from the ground, narrowly missing his face.
"Sauron's minions, your opponent is here. Where do you wish to run?"
Syudea said to the Witch King of Angmar, resolute.