Chapter 1975: Chapter 1110 The Smoke of the Mountain Fortress Disperses

“Is it really the Lion Roar King Alfred of the Coldflame Kingdom?!”

Seveil’s old eyes widened, staring at the crown-bearing, white-haired elderly king opposite him, his astonishment evident.

A little over a century ago, the story of this brave Coldflame monarch who single-handedly killed two Green Dragons and saved tens of thousands was renowned throughout the Human World.

Though this king finally fell with heavy wounds, leaving the Coldflame Kingdom in decline for a long time, his legend remains one of the most popular tales among the Wandering Poets even today.

“I never thought I would actually see the most legendary human monarch of the past century.”

Seveil, though initially shocked, quickly regained his composure.

Having studied the Coldflame Kingdom extensively, he was well aware that this might be the true function of the highly secretive Lion King Temple of the Coldflame Kingdom.

But in the end, what is the point of the heroic spirit of a Coldflame monarch manifesting? Though he was a legendary king, the Coldflame Kingdom is now at a dead end, just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

As Seveil thought of this, Valentin, beside him, perked up with a sullen look and said to Alfred, “Even if you truly are the Lion Roar King, so what? The defeat of the Coldflame Kingdom is already determined, your appearance is just self-humiliation!”

“Haha, strongmen of the Orchid Federation, during the reign of the Lonely King, you remote barbarian tribes were nothing but scattered sand, and you actually dare to shake an ancient dynasty that has lasted for six hundred years!”

Lion Roar King Alfred’s white hair and beard moved without wind, and like a mighty Lion King, he said proudly, “Besides, who said the Lonely King was alone?”

After Alfred finished speaking, a slender and graceful red figure suddenly magnified like a projection, occupying half the sky.

It was a female monarch with a delicate Lion crown, whose fair and sophisticated face radiated sacred and unassailable authority.

Set against a fiery red dress, she looked like a blooming rose, both beautiful and thorny.

“That is Rosy Queen Ester Your Majesty!”

Seeing the immense projection suddenly appear in the sky, someone quickly shouted from our camp.

In an instant, everyone, whether from our side or the enemy’s, looked up with incredulous expressions.

“My soldiers of the Coldflame Kingdom, I am the fifteenth monarch Ester of the Coldflame Kingdom. Facing enemies as fierce as tigers and wolves, facing the proclamations of schemers, yet you still hold your sharp blades firmly, without retreating even a step. You are the bravest of my Coldflame Kingdom, please accept my homage!”

Rosy Queen Ester spoke while bowing and placing a hand over her chest in a standard Knight’s Ceremony, then continued with a solemn expression.

“That presumptuous schemer, trying to dissolve our will to fight with proclamations, he couldn’t be more wrong.”

“Since ancient times, the Coldflame Kingdom, whether royal or populace, has never needed anyone for salvation, nor will be defined by anyone, for we clearly understand that instead of waiting for elusive gifts, it is better to save ourselves with our own hands. This is the resilience and perseverance of every Coldflame citizen!”

“Soldiers, remember, dignity is based only on strength, and truth only exists wherever the iron heels of the grand army reach. Behind us are unarmed families, the hometowns we grew up in, our land, and we will not yield an inch!”

At this point, Ester raised her sharp sword high and urgently shouted, “Soldiers, charge with me, and wipe out these brazen invaders!”

Hearing the rallying cry of Rosy Queen Ester, the spirits of our soldiers, which had already been dispirited to the extreme, suddenly became infused with the War God’s spirit, glaring with bloodshot eyes and howling as they charged forward.

Facing the sudden overwhelming momentum of our camp, the opponent’s soldiers, caught off guard, couldn’t even adjust their formation before falling one after another under our soldiers’ sword blades.

“An empty show of strength! War relies on absolute power, don’t think that two old relics can turn the tide of battle!”

Seeing this, Griffin Prince Andre snorted coldly, threw a disruptive Magical Scroll into the air, shattering Ester’s projected illusion.

Then, while continuing to suppress Taylor, Andre shouted sternly to his deputy, “Readjust the assault formation and let these ignorant Coldflame dog whelps taste our power!”

Soon, as their soldiers gradually stabilized their formation, our offensive quickly slowed down.

Understandably so, as the opponents are real Main Forces Corps, each soldier battle-hardened, while most of ours are limitedly trained recruits and surrendered soldiers from the Corrupt Nobility, the combat power gap is self-evident.

“Tch, overestimating themselves, still just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.”

Noticing our soldiers being fully suppressed again, Andre snorted disdainfully.

However, just when he was ready to finish off Taylor with a complacent swing of his great axe, another heavy battle axe already swung fiercely, easily deflecting his fierce attack with a “boom”.