Chapter 285 - The Romantic Truth (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
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!