Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 607 - 607 285 Holy War Knight_3

607: Chapter 285 Holy War Knight_3 607: Chapter 285 Holy War Knight_3 The dwarven army waiting in front of the great army doesn’t know what those Felu people are doing.

All they can see is that all of them have knelt under the sword of the Felu commander.

Only this time, Leon did not care about the kneeling of his companions and everyone else.

This is not a kneeling to him.

It’s a kneeling to the warriors’ own honour.

“Valiant and fearless warriors, you have resolutely chosen to protect this land with your lives.

Everyone present here is a true hero!

Today, no matter where you come from or who you once were!

Under the witness of the sun, in the name of the Alliance Marshal, with the highest respect, I bestow upon you the title of ‘Holy War Knights’.

This shall be the honour remembered forever in the long river of history, rise, noble knights who defend the masses, follow me to reclaim the land desecrated by eternal night!

I promise that upon the day of triumph, every inch of land and every home that the Holy War army swore to defend will never betray your noble and heroic deeds.

You are worthy of this land being guarded, even if you sacrifice, your families and descendants have the right to inherit this glory!

Today’s heroic actions against evil will be eternally remembered, and everyone’s name will be sung by the world!”

With the ennoblement of thousands of knights, Leon withdrew his long sword and ordered the entire team.

The warriors, already knights themselves, perhaps felt honoured and inspired just to receive a heroic title worthy of being sung by minstrels for millennia.

Yet behind them, the faces of soldiers and sergeants from all over the world were flushed with excitement.

Several dozen Avalon militia holding swords had trembling hands, for they did not understand the law or monarch power, only knowing that they had transitioned from humble farmers facing dirt to become noble ‘knights’.

As for having the right to rule this guarded land?

They dare not imagine what they and their families might gain from the Holy War after victory.

Perhaps staying was initially just a rash and impulsive decision to not fall behind, but now, even amidst death, they would feel no regret.

The Holy War Army, born under the sun, once more set out.

Leon mounted his horse, leading everyone forward.

Now everyone has a shared identity, a shared goal.

“No wonder you like this colour, it is indeed beautiful,” Lola’s voice murmured in Leon’s heart.

“What?” Leon questioned, puzzled.

“Haha, of course, the gold and white, if you…

if you could see them now, the noble light shining from their souls is exceptionally enchanting…”

…

A day’s march, unprecedentedly high morale of the Holy War Army soldiers, under the dwarves’ exploration and guidance, entered the eastern mountains of Kantadar and discovered the ancient mine hidden for millennia.

Four thousand warriors gradually entered the profound darkness.

The light of the Holy Lamp illuminated the shadows, deep into the underground Helarn Mine Tunnel, with a linear distance of hundreds of kilometers in length.

The vast network of underground tunnels would undoubtedly cause intruders to get lost if not for the dwarves’ guidance.

The army cautiously advanced through one underground hollow after another, over suspension bridges, along corridors of rusted iron tracks.

The profound underground soon deprived even the hidden snakes, insects, rats, and ants of any trace.

After two days’ journey underground, Leon began to suspect whether Hem had led them in the wrong direction when he felt the familiar space-time distortion phenomenon ahead.

He raised his arm, and the army behind him immediately halted.

Leon raised his lantern to illuminate the path, and the air ahead appeared as a translucent thin veil, steaming within the tunnel.

This location still seems some distance away from Rolannar, yet surprisingly, the Spiritual Field here encompasses such a vast area.

“Are you ready?” Lola asked.

Leon nodded silently within.

He lifted the dazzling Guardian Spirit Holy Lamp, waiting for the small teacher’s soul to willingly enter within.

As the order was passed down, lanterns within the rear line were activated with mutual magical connections.

For that instant, Leon felt a moment of worry.

Though not the first time separating from Lola, this time she was residing within the fragile Magic Lantern, not the safe Mage Tower of Lady Aphrodite.

However, realizing that even if the lantern were destroyed and he died in battle, the small teacher could still return to the Gold Token within Avalon Tower via the magic anchor point of the Netti Card, Leon felt somewhat reassured.

His heart slightly emptied as if the presence tightly clinging to his soul vanished, while the magical light in his hand gleamed with sudden splendor.

The entire army seemed engulfed by an invisible anchoring field, Leon, fearless, led them first into the Cursed Land…