Since I was reincarnated as a poor farmer in another world, I decided to lay bricks and build a castle

Well, what shall we do?

What can you do to inspire your allies and sharpen the enemy's will with what I say, though I've come forward?

It could be difficult.

Then let's change our mind.

Wouldn't this be influenced by the air on the spot?

In other words, you can beat them for something else than what you talk about.

What I felt when I was listening to the other mouth was that my voice was good.

Thanks to a well-heard voice that traveled a long way, it sounded like a compelling voice that I would honestly follow before I could say what the story was all about.

Then I shall speak better than that voice.

But you can't just talk normally.

Shouting out loud is not enough.

Then the only thing to rely on is magic.

I start working out my magic while I'm on the road.

And I concentrated that magic on one point of my body.

Vocal cords.

As the mechanism of the human body, speaking out only means that the vocal cords behind which are trembling.

The vocal cords in the back of your throat emit air vibrations as sounds, as meaningful languages.

Imagine putting magic on it.

The vibration of the vocal cords trembling in my throat, combined with magic with the air, emits from mouth to mouth.

That's how you beat every magic into what you hear.

"The Fontana family has granted me ownership of Barca's land. I even left a statement and officially admitted it. But I'm trying to take it away from you when I see Barca start to develop. They're trying to take our land, take what's on it, and even the people who live in Barca. That evidence is the injury case in the meantime. My brother was irresistibly hurt, even though he had no sin whatsoever. Can I be allowed to do this? We must protect our land, our things, and ourselves. Now is the time to show the power of what lives in Barca. Fight, warriors!

Even words come out unexpectedly.

At first I didn't know what to talk about, but once I started talking, I couldn't stop.

I probably couldn't sit on my stomach for a lot more about this than I thought myself.

Keep saying this about how they are outrageous, lack common sense, and unreasonable.

Concentrating magic on the vocal cords was also apparently a success.

Both enemy allies continue to listen to me without even moving Pickle.

No, the first guy I was talking to was trying to interrupt on the way in, but he lost my voice and couldn't hear me.

Is it because, in conjunction with the rebellion against the Fontana family, he kept talking everywhere with the phrase "fight"?

Apparently, even as I see it, the opponent's morale is starting to decline, and this one is so wary that it's going to be frozen.

I looked backwards and was surprised myself.

I got the impression that a fierce dog was pulling a string that led to the collar to its limit critical, but was still about to bite at the target in front of me.

Everyone in their own faction is waiting now or now to be released.

It's time for this.

"Assault all! Destroy the enemy!!

That's how we got into the fight.

"Out of the way, get out of the way!!

I gave the order. I got the lead. Run.

We rush into the middle of a group of over 500 people on a ride.

The one who was talking in front of the Fontana Army is chasing my assault and turning back into the army.

Somehow, aren't you drunk about this situation?

No, maybe you're right that I was giving you a voltage while talking to myself about the front door earlier.

Normally, you'd hesitate. I had chosen the assault without any hesitation.

But that wasn't a failure.

Until then, I was trying to beat the magic out of him, and I was talking to him, and all of a sudden I ordered an all-army assault to go in.

The other side had no mental respite to deal with.

Maybe they were meant to put together numbers and combine shields and spears to take a defensive stance of "Xu".

Maybe he was going to let the arrow rain with his bow.

But the opponent's leading group got moro of my riding assault without getting ready for it.

Swing the object in your hand to the right and to the left.

What I'm holding now is a stick.

I also bring a hard tooth sword, but I felt the reach was a little short to use in the riding position.

That's why I had something else for you instead.

I created it magically.

With a length and thickness that makes it easy to use a hard substance called a cured brick.

Unlike a sword, if you don't have a blade, but still get beaten with a stick that's hard enough not to take a crack at the metal, it naturally will be tremendous damage.

But I was surprised by my power.

I have a spell called [physical enhancement].

I can strengthen my body just by casting a spell, but I set it to be an enhancement multiplier there so that it's usually easy to use.

But what I'm using now was magic that sent all the magic I had worked out without a spell all over my body to strengthen my body to the fullest.

wield a stick of hardened brick by strengthening your own body even more than using a spell

This worked better than I expected.

Fontana army peasant militia slapped with hardened brick sticks.

That's what blew it away.

It's not that level of being hit with a stick and falling back.

It was blown away as if it had been bounced backwards, and every peasant militia behind it was clashing to the ground.

"Ha, what is this? You've been able to fortify it so far."

Seeing the sight made me laugh.

Defeat the opponent with overwhelming force.

It's a terrible barbaric act if you think calmly.

But in this battlefield, it was only an act to lift the spirit and to blow out the euphoric substance in the brain.

I continued to raise tension and thrust my enemies toward the center of the Fontana army.