Despair was plastered on the faces of Black Wind Fort's warriors. However, despite their fear, none of them retreated. They stared at the approaching enemy troops, silently resigning themselves to their fate.
"Hold your head high! You are soldiers of Astania! Even if we die in today's battle, we will be welcomed by Aru in his Divine Kingdom!" Shouted a bald and muscular old man wearing heavy steel armor.
This guy was the commander of Black Wind Fort, a newly ascended Transcendent Knight.
Upon hearing his roar, the soldiers puffed up their chests, their spirits lifting up.
"Commander is right! Even if we die, we will die with honor!"
"For Astania!"
Alaric who was hidden behind the clouds smiled upon hearing this.
Black Wind Fort only had two thousand soldiers and half of them were just ordinary warriors with no mana. Compared to the enemy troops who had ten thousand warriors, it was inevitable for them to face defeat.
