Chapter 362: Promation (3)


    ''Let me tell you why you have nothing to fear from the Vanguan King. I will tell you a story of a hero of our Blood. Shall I tell you his story!"


    ''Tell us great Duke'' some yelled


    ''Yes, tell us'' the other yelled. Arial then spoke


    ''Caelum, Bravest of men, what could the power of the Demon King effect with all his people and might, with his army and magic, from Davarus to Arakath, against Levitia our predecessor? Levitia! What he wanted of the world he took, and gave to the Emperor only what he pleased. What he had, he held as long as it suited him, whether it be weapons, whether it bend, and relinquished it only for something better''


    ''Did not the First Generation, our ancestors, founder of our nations, conquer at the Dark Land the lords of the Demonnds in the heart of their kingdom, nor had the lords of the Darknds any hope of safety until they humbly offered their daughter, sons, mother and father, sister and brothers, rtives and friends,nds and sea, every possession of the Empire for their safety fearing to anger such godlike people? This soil, which, after you, is called Davarus were conquered by their hands and might. Are we not their great descendants?''


    ''TRUE'' the crowds yelled.


    ''WE ARE THE BLOOD OF THE SKY'' another yelled.


    ''HAHAHAHA'' Arialughed.


    ''Did not our ancestors capture the King of the Fay at Arm, and keep him there until he restored Arm to the Second Family? Have not our ancestorpelled the great Demon empire to submit to us humans, we who share the same blood as Levitia the Savior, OF THE BLOOD OF THE SKY PEOPLEOF CAELUM DESCENT!''


    The crowds roar like a huge roaring of fire, a passion in their heart lighted to form a huge me of strong will and pride.


    ''Did not the same ancestors rule uncontested and unchallenged as long they exist? Are we not a conquering race? Are we not of that blood?''


    ''YES, WE ARE'' the crowds yelled,


    ''YES, WE ARE''


    Arial continue his speech.


    ''Blood of conquerors flow inside our vein. But why do I talk of former times? Did us not, in our own time, engage the Anis at the border every year fighting deadly battle, our rtives die under their steel, our brothers, our sons, our kin ughtered by their attacks? But did we retreat? Did we run and shown our back?''


    ''NO!'' they all shouted. Arial continues


    ''No, we have shown them our might. And now the Anis is nothing more than our prey. Did they not prefer flight to battle, and use their spurs now? Did you not see the fear on their eyes when they fight against you? Have we not once defeated the Anis? Have we not showed them our steel? Have we not showed them how formidable we the Caelum are? We, who conquers and the Anis who have been conquered. Does anybody deny that we Caelum, the minority of people, yet we are the ruling power of the human continent? Why this disparity in distribution of power? Is it not because we are their superior? Are we not conquerors!''


    ''YAHHH'' The crowds yelled in agreement, some soldiers nging their shields, like the deafening song of the Orcs.


    ''Ah! Let any one of the Anis whom, a hundred times, our predecessors, both Sky people and Caelum, have defeated in battle,e forth and show that the race of First Generation ever suffered a defeat from his time until now, and I will withdraw conquered.''


    And another cheer resonated around the squares.


    ''TRUE, TRUE INDEED MY LORD'' The crowds answered with great enthusiasm.


    ''Is it not, therefore, shameful that a people ustomed to be conquered, a people ignorant of war, fearful of our might, a people even without courage, should proceed in order of battle against you, my brave men? Is it not a shame that King Harald, perjured as he was in your presence, should dare to show his face to you? To me, the man who he dares break an oath towards? It is amazing to me that you have been allowed to see those who, by a horrible crime, beheaded your rtions and your people, my kinsman in the south, and that their own heads are still on their shoulders. Raise your standards, my brave men, and set neither measure nor limit to your merited rage. May the lightning of your glory be seen and the thunders of your onset heard from east to west, from north to south, and be all of you the avengers of noble blood.''


    And his word ring with finality, like a descending of truth from heaven, that his word is not opposed, that without a doubt that by the end of the war, Harald will no longer have his head, that as surely there is day after night, Vangua will fall to the dragon.


    Arial looking at the aroused crowds with cheer behind his back and exited the stage. All of this was done to find aid.


    The current is right now set on his favor, the wind on his back, and it is by this promation of furious anger mix with racial pride, surely the county, dukedom, kingdoms surrounding Arrandy, knights of every degree, soldiers, and adventurers will join him in his venture.


    These promations that Arial has spoken awoken a continent wide attention.


    The crier from vige to vige, town to town, castle to castle, pce to pce all announce the duke speech, and great numbers of adventurous men determine to enter Arial service marches to Arrandy.


    Horses, arms, and outrements were everywhere in great demand. The invasion of Vangua and the question of joining it were the universal topics of conversation.


    The roads of the great city near the region of Arrandy from the west of Zettel, to the north of Aethend is covered with knights and soldiers, some on horseback and alone, others in bands,rge or small, all proceeding to Arrandy to tender their services.


    And all the while Arial is preparing in his castle.


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