Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 605 - 605 285 Holy War Knight

605: Chapter 285 Holy War Knight 605: Chapter 285 Holy War Knight Leon spoke frankly to the warriors about what they would face after marching this time, without hiding information about the Spiritual Field, which people in this era also know as the “Cursed Land,” possibly at the end of this expedition.

This was a bloody battle where most would likely have no return; they would face not just the Undead but even ominous entities from ancient times that could manipulate the souls of the living and distort human minds.

In confronting possible Spirit Realm Demons, spiritual strength sometimes mattered more than physical strength.

Rather than relying on deception and concealment to bring a weak-willed team, Leon preferred to use the near-certain, deadly truth to select strong-willed warriors from this alliance of nearly ten thousand.

Those who could survive this war until now were not many weaklings, but for attacking Rolannar, Leon needed more than just skilled Soldiers.

He made no promises of wealth, land, or glory to those participating in the raid.

Nor did he make any assurances of victory.

He simply used straightforward words to issue a command and inform the entire army:

“…

Warriors voluntarily participating in this expedition against Rolannar City, gather at the square at dawn the next day; the rest shall defend Baldim County, guarding the land of the living…”

That night, all the warriors at Kilmerton Pass were tossing and turning.

The terrifying danger repeatedly emphasized by the leaders, and the unusual move of giving no rewards for the death squads, tortured people’s hearts.

This choice was never offered by any leader to their army before.

Participating in this battle would yield nothing, perhaps…

only prove one’s courage.

And staying back to protect the fortress would not incur any disdain or punishment; holding the fortress was also a daunting task.

The choice, for most who tend to avoid harm and seek benefits, was quite simple.

The next morning.

Leon arrived early at the entrance of the main castle, quietly watching the still-dark square.

The Ranger Knights were already waiting in one corner of the square, their calm expressions seemed as if they were merely going for a picnic.

Leon was not surprised; these seasoned warrior Knights naturally possessed fearless determination.

But somewhat to his surprise, nearly all the Soldiers from the Avalon Knights had arrived, which made Leon feel proud and gratified.

This wasn’t something he arranged deliberately, but indeed, most of them came.

Not just the Knight Order’s Sergeants…

Leon raised his eyebrows, looking at the militia that followed the troops from behind and stepped out of the camp.

Even many of the more than one hundred conscripted militia and cooks from the baggage train had shown up.

Frankly, he was a bit puzzled by this.

These people had just been ordinary lieges not long ago, including farmers, cobblers, Hunters, and even many idlers and hooligans from villages.

They hadn’t undergone much training, and Leon had never thought of relying on them to fight, merely having these laborers manage supplies for the Knight Order, build fires and cook.

…

How dare they come?

Leon had personally emphasized the danger of this expedition to the Knight Order soldiers in the camp yesterday, and because he knew the inside story, his words were extremely heavy.

After all, he absolutely could not allow the warriors on this journey to waver in the frightening predicament where all bets were placed.

However, when speaking, he actually hadn’t considered the baggage train, nor did he pay attention to the conscripted soldiers’ watching and listening at that time.

Forget it…

Leon withdrew his gaze and stopped pondering their psychology.

Whether it was being influenced by the honor and courage of other warriors in daily interactions.

Or holding a lucky mindset, risking their lives in a gamble.

Since he had said his words, he would not reject them.

Quickly, volunteer warriors from other units stepped out of the camp and gathered at the open space of Kilmerton Fortress.

The arrival of the Holy Lake Knights did not surprise Leon; in fact, if he hadn’t suggested that Irem leave some people behind to prevent the complete loss of the Holy Lake Knights should they fail, the Illaril Knights would have unhesitatingly all shown up.

For these devout believers carefully selected from the Holy Lake Region, being able to die in the holy war to reclaim Illaril’s resting place was not a threat but a supreme “reward.”

They believed they could return to Illaril’s embrace after dying in battle.

Sometimes Leon even slightly feared these Knights who drank Lola’s bathwater daily.

In any era, whether for gods, great figures, or a certain ideology, this spiritual power, in Leon’s view, was terrifying, but fortunately, these fervent pilgrim warriors were now on his side.

The next to arrive were nearly a hundred mercenaries from the Shatai Group, about three hundred warriors of the Thorny Flower Family, over three hundred Sea Eagle Knights from West Bay County, and more than two hundred Kantadar Soldiers from various places in groups of three or five.

On the spacious square, the warriors ready for departure started forming ranks.

After counting, a total of one thousand nine hundred and forty-one brave warriors gathered for the entire army.

Although not counting the two thousand Forbidden Guards of the Dwarfs, this did not reach the limit of two thousand five hundred under Holy Light Protection.

But the reason Leon assembled the troops for the expedition against Rolannar in this manner was precisely for quality over quantity.

Perhaps among these warriors, there might still exist individuals whose hearts held weaknesses that could be exploited by Demon souls.

But if anyone lacked even the courage to face the deadly realm directly, entering the Cursed Land would merely send their souls to the Demons.