In the previous chapter, the eerie movements of the mysterious figures near the camp hung over the allied forces like an ominous cloud, casting a shadow over the hearts of every soldier. However, with the great battle at hand, there was no time to dwell on this unknown threat. The atmosphere on the Glorious Plain was thick with tension, for the decisive clash that would determine the fate of the Glory Continent was about to begin.
Inside the command tent of the allied forces, the flickering light of torches illuminated the room. Solomon and the generals of the alliance were gathered around a large map, their faces serious.
"Everyone," Solomon began, his voice firm and resolute, "after enduring countless hardships, we've finally driven the Wild Wolf Tribe to this Glorious Plain. The outcome of this battle will decide the future of the Glory Continent. We cannot afford to be complacent!"
"Solomon, rest assured, we understand the gravity of this battle. However, the Wild Wolf Tribe will fight to the death. We must be fully prepared," a towering general with a thick beard said, his brow furrowed in concern.
"Indeed," another general concurred, "we must carefully fortify our lines and bolster the troops' morale. The soldiers must feel confident as they face this battle."
"I will personally inspect every fortification to ensure their strength. And as for morale, I will speak with every soldier, remind them that we fight for the peace of the Glory Continent!" Solomon said, determination gleaming in his eyes.
"With you in command, we can rest easy. However, the specifics of our defensive layout still need further discussion," an older general added.
"Let's take a look," Solomon said, pointing at the map. "The Glorious Plain is vast and open. We can set up multiple layers of defence. The outermost layer will consist of archers and mages, our long-range forces." He traced a line across the map. "They will deal heavy damage from afar and disrupt the enemy's attack rhythm."
"A good plan," a young general nodded approvingly. "The combined power of magic and a rain of arrows will certainly send a strong message to the Wild Wolf Tribe."
"The middle layer will consist of infantry and cavalry, our main force. They will engage the enemy directly in close combat. This is where the battle will be decided, and our soldiers must be fearless and resolute," Solomon continued.
"Of course, our infantry and cavalry are battle-hardened veterans. They won't let the enemy break through easily," a cavalry general declared, thumping his chest.
"The innermost layer will be composed of elite warriors, a reserve force. At the critical moment, they will play a decisive role in turning the tide of battle." Solomon's eyes sparkled with insight.
"Excellent! This defensive layout is airtight," a general said with a smile. "But the morale of the soldiers is just as important, Solomon. You must rally them."
"Of course," Solomon replied confidently. "I plan to hold a grand pre-battle rally to ignite the soldiers' passion and ensure they are filled with courage!"
Shortly after, a grand pre-battle rally was held at the allied forces' camp. The soldiers stood in neat rows, their eyes a mixture of anticipation and tension.
Standing on a raised platform, Solomon scanned the crowd, his voice booming. "Warriors! We have fought long and hard, enduring countless hardships, and we have finally arrived at this Glorious Plain. Today, we will face the Wild Wolf Tribe in the final battle! This fight is for our homeland, for the peace of the Glory Continent!"
"For the homeland! For peace!" the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the plain.
"The Wild Wolf Tribe's invasion has brought nothing but disaster to our lands, forcing countless families to flee. We can no longer allow them to have their way! We will use our courage and strength to defeat them once and for all!" Solomon raised his arm high, his voice filled with fiery passion.
"Defeat the Wild Wolf Tribe! Defeat the Wild Wolf Tribe!" The soldiers' cheers grew louder, their spirits soaring.
"Every warrior here is a beacon of hope for the Glory Continent. Your bravery and sacrifice will bring peace to this land. Let us unite and fight together, for glory, for victory, for the future of this continent!" Solomon's voice rang with infectious enthusiasm.
"For victory! For glory!" The soldiers roared, their eyes burning with fierce determination.
On the opposite side of the Glorious Plain, the camp of the Wild Wolf Tribe was equally tense.
"Chief, the allied forces have set up their defences across the plain. It looks like they're fully prepared." A warrior of the Wild Wolf Tribe reported.
"Ha! Do they think they can stop us with this? We, the Wild Wolf Tribe, fear no challenge! In this battle, we will give everything to reclaim our glory!" The chief of the Wild Wolf Tribe roared, swinging his massive axe in the air.
"For the tribe! For glory!" The warriors of the Wild Wolf Tribe cried in unison, their war wolves howling in the night as if echoing their chief's call.
At that moment, both sides were fully prepared. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, and the clash that would decide everything seemed poised to begin.
Yet, just as the battle was about to erupt, a mysterious messenger appeared on horseback, riding swiftly toward the allied forces' camp. Cloaked in black, his face hidden in shadow, the messenger approached with urgency. Who was he? What news did he bring? This unexpected arrival could alter the course of the battle—what impact would his message have on the outcome? Everything was shrouded in uncertainty, and the tension was palpable, as if the winds themselves held their breath.