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As the bedroom door swung open, John was greeted by a flurry of activity within. All the maids were dressed in their uniforms, waiting inside. What was going on?
In a soft voice, Annie whispered from his arms, "My dear, you're heading to battle today. You must give it your all."
"Alright, alright," he replied, determination rising within him. "I’ll take on seven at once!"
With that thought in mind, he forced his weary body to rise and ate an orange to steady his spinning head.
Dressed in his Plate Armor with the assistance of the servants and equipped with his sword, he strode out of the castle without looking back.
Outside, the sunlight bathed the land, illuminating the resolute figures of Master, Kuiradi, and Kevin Qi. Beside them stood two formidable warriors from Roman Twilight, both Half-Step Transcendents who commanded attention.
The Wandering Knight, Mozart, bore a massive sword that glinted ominously in the light, as if it could cleave through any obstacle. The other was the bard Tagore, wielding a pair of short-handled bronze hammers, intricately crafted and imbued with immense power.
Behind these five strong figures were fifteen warriors summoned by John. Each one exuded an aura of awe-inspiring valor. The first ten among them had consumed the rare Magic Wolf Bloodline Knight Potion.
However, acquiring the Magic Wolf Heart had proven exceedingly difficult; this month John had exerted every effort to obtain only a few of them. Often, when people successfully hunted a Magic Wolf, its heart would either be destroyed on the spot or carelessly discarded.
(Few would bother to eat the entrails; let’s not even mention that hunters wouldn’t mind—only knights or their attendants could hunt Magic Wolves.)
Behind these warriors stood four Hundred-Man Teams. Each soldier wore a solemn expression and bore an air of menace. Over the past month and a half, Master had led these men to eradicate every bandit hideout around their territory. Their hands were stained with blood; they were seasoned veterans and elite fighters.
This was nearly all of John's military strength.
After leaving thirty guards behind to protect Annie, John brought forth every capable warrior he could muster; he was determined to survive this battle.
He mounted his warhorse and rode past each soldier, scrutinizing their faces before finally positioning himself at the front of the line.
"Brave warriors," he called out, "we have been summoned by Governor of Blink County Marquis Duvas to fight! This battle is for the glory of Blink County and for the future of Salty Fish Village. I promise you that when this fight is over, you will not be shortchanged—wealth and beauty will be yours."
"All you need to do is follow my command and charge at any enemy who dares draw their sword against me. Let them know the strength of my salty fish knights! Let their faces be stained with blood and fear fill their souls."
"If any among us should fall in battle, do not mourn or shed tears. They are heroes—valiant warriors called forth by the halls of Valhalla to meet their divine patrons."
John drew his sword high into the sky.
"Now let us march forth! For victory!"
Under the leadership of Master and the others, all the soldiers shouted in unison.
"For victory!
For victory!
For victory!"
Armed with weapons and clad in armor, the soldiers stood in formation, turning to march towards their goal under the guidance of the flag bearers.
"Brother, do you believe in the existence of the Hall of Heroes?" Redman asked.
"Do you believe it, brother?" John replied.
Redman laughed heartily, "Of course I believe! If I didn't, how could those below believe?"
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