"Tell all Barca Graham's armies. Quiet and stop resisting and surrender. Now I'm gonna save your life."
Urk troops surrounding this position.
One man comes forward from that Urk army and speaks out.
Apparently, he was speaking with magic on his voice, a talk that often felt heavy down the street to a distance.
Speaking of which, has it been since I fought Raymond that I've said it on the front porch before I fought like this?
Although there were some battles after that, it's been a long time since I've done this kind of front door thing, mostly because it was a raid using Valkyrie's maneuverability.
If you think that way as you look at your opponent from the top of the tower you built in the middle of the position, you can throw more words at him.
"Our Urk army has come to free these Einrad dwellers. It is already a well-known fact that Einrad belonged to the Urk family, many of which had migrated from Urk territory. Those of Fontana, who were selfish, bled away. Many of Urk's compatriots are now in danger. Our Urk stood up to save them. It is Ars von Barca, the head of Barca, whose greatest sinner is there. Be ashamed of what you have done, and give me your neck clean."
Oh, come on, don't fuck with me.
Why should I be ashamed of my actions?
Or is that what makes it a reason to fight?
Difficulty is not a level.
But you can't ignore what they say on this front door.
It can also frustrate the morale of the opponent by claiming his non-performance, but it is also an act that makes sense for his own army.
We are doing the right thing.
So it's not bad to point a weapon at someone.
Making you think so can carry the battle in your favor.
So I couldn't stand silently either.
Inhale heavily and refine the magic in your body to concentrate that magic into the vocal cords that are in your throat.
He then spoke from the top of the tower, exhaling air out of his body, putting his magic on the vibrations of air that his vocal cords trembled and converted into sounds that meant voices, so as to slap it against his opponent.
"Tell Urk's soldiers. You should leave your weapon and go home now. No one is welcoming you around this Einrad. When the Urks occupied the land unjustly, this one was a major traffic shock but poor. How about that now? Thanks to our rule, the fields are spreading and many wheat is bearing fruit. Everyone is happy to deliver the harvested wheat to Fontana. They are all only grateful that the rulers have returned from the Urk family to the Fontana family. The Wolks stepped foot in this land for nothing."
He pounded out what I appropriately came up with and shook his right hand up as soon as I ran out.
This soldier, starting with the part-time brothers, says, "Yes, yes," and endorses it.
It created an atmosphere as if it were the totality of the people living in the land.
Well, it wouldn't be a complete lie, though, because there are actually people around here in Barca's army.
For a little while, after hearing the gaya, I pull my hand back and let it quiet before moving on to my next statement.
"Plus Urk has a lot of weird things to say. They want Einrad's liberation, but they're not. It was at the beginning of this battle that we secretly cooperated with the Arborest family in the west to target Fontana territory. Yes, that means Urk's aim is not the cheapness or otherwise of those living in Einrad, but the behavior that ran into private personal greed. Urk ravaged this fruitful Einrad and only aimed at Fontana. Who trusts Urk, who only tells him to get out of his mouth? You are the one who should be ashamed of what you do. Guys, don't you think?"
Talk down talking to encourage even endorsement from the top of the tower.
The other person argued with what I said, and the idea that I would argue further continued.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Still, I don't think this one has any bad morale.
We were all too willing to fight when we said we were surrounded by many times the number here.
You'll do fine.
"Fine. Then I will defeat you with my strength. Be prepared, Ars von Barca."
An end was given to that contention, which lasted for a while.
The Wolk side backs down a little by indicating its intention to attack this way.
And I've pulled something gobbly out of behind it into front of the Urk army.
"Is that a stone thrower? Besides, isn't that the one I made?
"Sounds like it. Maybe you've brought so far what you used and left behind on Xyria Street last year, Master Ars."
"You pulled this far from there? Why did you do that when it's pretty heavy? I don't need a stone thrower. You can cut the trees and make your own after you get here."
"... maybe it's not a good idea. I'll tell the whole army. Be wary of throwing stones from the Wolk!
That's what Lion, who was next to me, said watching the Urk army move.
Indeed, an attack by a stone thrower is a threat to this one as well.
The position we are making now was built to encircle in great haste, so it is built with the magic of [wall architecture] many people can use, rather than [walls of Atmos] at height.
As a result, the stone will pour over the wall.
But more than that, Lion seemed in a hurry.
"What? Is that black... flames...?
I also understood that Lion's impatience saw Urk's next move.
I'm not putting more than one brick in the stone thrower I've pulled out before the armies I siege, as I always use, but I'm only putting one pretty big rock on it.
Probably fly that rock this way.
But a commander of Urk's army approached the rock and activated the magic.
Perhaps Pessi, the next head of the Urk family to be leading the Urk army this time, is about him.
It activated Urk's superior magic as the man touched the rock he put on the thrower.
[Kuroshima].
That's the magic that Urk's leading class uses.
A flame created using vast amounts of magic, but its color is different from normal.
It's not red, it's not blue, it's white, it's black.
They say that magic that produces dark flames is a hellfire that won't go away until you burn down the subject.
A black flame ignites a rock set in a stone thrower.
Then, a large rock with its black flames was thrown from the caster and flown towards this position.
"Avoid, no, protect the food. Build a wall at the rock landing point!
Burning rocks pour down to the position with loud noises with Zdon.
Doesn't seem to disappear after watering the troublesome.
Besides, Pessi throws rocks with [black] while turning in turn to the stone thrower he had brought some.
Thus the caged position of Barca Graham's army was quickly transformed into a steaming kiln with indelible flames everywhere.