Chapter 285: The Romantic Truth
The stuffy heat felt like a big hand that strangled everyone’s neck, making it difficult to breathe. Every breath of hot air into the soldiers’ lungs felt like a ball of fire going down their throats. Everyone’s trachea and lungs seemed to have been severely burned.
Timus had carefully put away the small box and picked up the Greatsword of Meredith that he had thrown on the ground.
He turned around and looked at the soldiers behind him. Every one of them looked sickly and very weak.
Timus sighed and turned around, “Don’t you all want to continue fighting?”
No one dared to respond to this question. In a war, if a soldier said that he did not want to continue fighting, then he would be no different from a deserter.
In a more serious case, he could even be charged with treason.
The scene suddenly became terrifyingly quiet. Only the sounds of heavy and oppressive breathing could be heard around them.
At this moment, even trying to breathe while standing was a form of torture.
Facing the silent soldiers, Timus tried to speak as patiently as he could to the soldiers.
“I know that the participation of the God of Death in this war may have scared you a little. Even I was even surprised.
“But you must understand one thing.
“The right to survive will always be fought for by ourselves. If we cower, then what awaits us will only be destruction.
“If you leave the battlefield now, your country and your race will be completely exposed to the enemy without any protection.
“Right now, even if everyone survives, I’m afraid that they won’t be able to live for long…”
Timus’s words stung the soldiers, and he did not try to beat around the bush. He did not say that he would definitely win this war, but he told everyone the bloodiest reality.
Because he knew very well that this kind of thing had to be done voluntarily. All hypocritical lies and coercion were meaningless.
The hot air had gradually risen and melted into the clouds in the sky. Drops of rain fell from the sky, and in an instant, it became a torrential downpour. Every soldier was soaked from the rain, and their hair stuck tightly to their foreheads, which made them look very miserable.
Obviously, these soldiers were not immediately motivated by Timus’s words. On the other hand, it would be really strange if these soldiers were actually so easily motivated by Timus’s casual words.
Timus did not have such abilities to motivate the soldiers, but someone else did!
Gilroy slowly walked out of the crowd and walked to Timus’s side. He turned around and looked at everyone.
Right about when everyone looked at Gilroy, they all tried to guess what he was going to say. Gilroy did not say a single word. He just raised the Sword of the King in his hand high up.
His eyes showed determination as he said loudly, “Those who are not afraid of death, follow me!”
After saying that, Gilroy turned around again and walked forward, step by step against the storm. At this moment, everyone was stunned. They had not expected Gilroy to make such a move at a time like this. In everyone’s imagination, the leader would stand up and say a lot of encouraging words to everyone at this time.
Gilroy did not do such things. It seemed that he was a man of little words.
However, this simple sentence managed to ignite the fire within each soldiers’ heart. They did not know why, but they felt that the ‘fire’ in their chests gave them endless courage. Along with it was the rapid recovery of physical strength, as well as endless strength.
Some people could guess that this was the power that exuded from the Sword of the King. However, people were more willing to believe in the power of romanticism. They assumed it was not the effect of the Sword of King, in reality, this was the story of a weak soldier who inspired all the other soldiers!
Gradually, someone took the lead and took a step forward. UIn the dense rain curtain, they firmly chased after Gilroy’s footsteps.
It was not enough for only the first person to step forward. They still needed the appearance of the first follower. Right when the first follower appeared, more and more people had joined the ranks.
Gradually, the advancing soldiers changed from one to two, from two to three, from three to ten. Bit by bit, it went from ten to tens of thousands!
All the soldiers felt the growing courage and strength in their hearts. With resolute eyes, they advanced forward against the wind and rain.
When this scene fell into Timus’s eyes, he was extremely surprised. He did not expect that this disciple he had just taken in had such a leadership temperament. One had to know that things like charisma were somewhat unclear.
Some people could be very powerful and rich, but they simply did not have the charisma to charm others.
There were also some people, such as Gilroy, who was weak, but had such an impactful special power.
Perhaps, this power was brought by the Sword of the King.
Perhaps, the appearance of the Sword of the King was just an opportunity.
An opportunity to help Gilroy awaken his true powers earlier!
Half an hour later, the human soldiers surrounded the elven Ancient city of War.
The murderous atmosphere made the people in the city tense.
The elven soldiers on the tower were ready to fire their assaults.
However, these soldiers were the only front liners they had left. This time, the elven army had devoted almost all of its military power to the war.
They officially had no ability to resist. What they did not understand was why the human soldiers had not launched an all-out attack.
If they wanted to, the Ancient City of War could be occupied by the victorious soldiers in an instant.
This had not only puzzled the elven soldiers, but also the human soldiers.
After the humans arrived at the Ancient City of War, Gilroy, as a temporary commander, ordered all the soldiers to surround the city but did not ask them to launch an attack.
This order was passed on to Gilroy by Timus.
In fact, Timus received this order from Mike.
No one knew why, this included Timus and Gilroy when they gave the order.
Only Mike knew the real reason for the halt in the attack. He did not want to occupy the city by force because he was not sure if his way back could be found among the elves.
If possible, he wanted to find an opportunity to visit Nikorei again in the Ancient City of War.
Perhaps he could find the answer he wanted there.
When Timus asked Mike for the reason, Mike said the same words he heard from his Timus from his own world.
“Sometimes war is for peace, but it also dispels peace.”