My Kingdom Building Done Right!
Chapter 254: The Lions Of Aslan Soleil
Vlad was awoken from his sleep by the heavy beating of war drums.
He hastily stood up from his bedroll before leaving the tent to see what was going on.
Seeing the crowd, the teenage boy squeezed his way to the very front, only to see the Darkmane Tribe’s army preparing to advance toward the mountain.
""Hooh!""
""Haah!""
""Hooh!""
""Haah!""
Their voices were loud. And as they chanted along to the beat of the war drums, an intimidating presence began to radiate from their bodies.
Countless banners of the Darkmane Tribe fluttered in the breeze, making them look like an army of death about to annihilate everything in their path.
"Watch closely, Vlad," Ragnar said calmly. "This is how barbarians fight."
Although his brother tried to hide it, there was a tinge of excitement in his voice.
This wasn’t the first time Ragnar and Wayne had witnessed war with their own eyes. When they were younger, their father had brought them to the front lines to watch the battle between the barbarians and the Kingdom of Britannia from a safe vantage point.
It was Godwin’s way of teaching his sons the arts of war, as well as how barbarians intimidated their foes before the actual fighting began.
The sound of war drums and war horns reverberated in the surroundings. The warriors of the Darkmane Tribe also hit their shields with the sides of their weapons in harmony with the beat of their battle chant.
An effective war chant not only raised an army’s morale but also made the warriors more eager for battle.
Even Vlad felt his blood begin to boil inside his body as his own adrenaline spiked due to the war chant of the Darkmane Tribe.
While that was happening, Troy sat on a makeshift throne placed on a platform being pulled by several war beasts from the Darkmane Tribe that looked like black lions.
They were called Darkmanes, which was the symbol of the Darkmane Tribe.
Each of these Darkmanes were Rank 4 Monsters, standing at three-meters tall.
Jafar stood beside Troy’s throne, while Cain, Travis, and their brother, Byron, sat on chairs behind their father’s throne.
They would observe the war from the elevated platform and watch as their tribe waged war against their enemies.
"Mages, use Wind Magic to blow the remaining smoke away!" Jafar ordered.
Although the smoke rising from the ground wasn’t as thick as it used to be, it still blocked their view. They couldn’t attack their enemies unless they could see them.
With that, the mages of the Darkmane Tribe invoked their wind magic, summoning a powerful gust of wind to blow the haze away.
As the war chant of their tribe continued, the smoke gradually parted. Eventually, they could finally see what they were about to face.
But the moment their view cleared, the faces of everyone, including the spectators, turned solemn.
Tall walls that were at least thirty-meters tall appeared before them, standing proud at the base of the mountain.
Along its ramparts, the banners of the Aslan Tribe and Ravage Tribe fluttered majestically.
And to their surprise, there were actually people standing there.
Truth be told, while the Darkmane Tribe was preparing to advance their troops, Daedalus had already informed Leone that their enemies were preparing to attack.
The young man immediately ordered his people to head to their respective battle stations. At the same time, he asked Rasta and the shamans of the Ravage Tribe to activate the wind totems to create a wind barrier around their fortress.
This wind barrier wasn’t meant to blow the smoke away, but instead to simply push it back enough so that it wouldn’t affect the defenders of the tribe.
Soon, Leone headed to the base of the mountain while riding on Arion’s back.
He stood there alongside Logan and the Orcs, while Brann and Maximus hurried behind him.
Ulric, Jason, and Kael remained at the fortress because they would be the ones giving orders to their people.
As for Godwin, Hagen, and Malik, they moved towards the third floor to observe the battle.
They were a little surprised because there were repeated crossbows and ballistas on the balcony that was meant for group gatherings.
Since their role was to only spectate, they stood in a place that wouldn’t get in the way of the defenders of the Aslan Tribe.
""Hooh!""
""Haah!""
""Hooh!""
""Haah!""
The loud war chant of the Darkmane Tribe that was powered by shaman magic was loud enough to reach their ears.
"It has been a while since I saw something like this," Hagen said with a smile. "How nostalgic."
"Just make sure you don’t get hit by the Darkmane Tribe’s Fire Catapults," Malik commented. "I’m sure Troy will be more than happy to hear that you died from an accident."
Hagen smirked, but no longer said anything.
If he died because of that, then he had no one to blame but himself.
It was then that the three chieftains, the Darkmane Tribe, and the spectator tribes in the distance heard the Aslan Tribe’s war chant.
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The sound of a loud and bold war horn spread throughout the surroundings, drowning out the chant of the Darkmane Tribe.
It held a dark and foreboding melody that made those who heard it feel a sense of danger, forcing them to pay attention.
Suddenly, the sound of hundreds of war drums being struck at the same time echoed throughout the mountain.
Then, the chanting of the Aslan Tribe followed suit.
A haunting chant that couldn’t be ignored.
At that moment, Kael, who stood at the ramparts of the fortress on top of the mountain, spoke in an arrogant tone, matching the chant of the Aslan Tribe.
His voice was being magnified by Daedalus to reach far and wide.
"Who rides with banners raised so high and dreams of glory won?" Kael asked boldly, his voice booming across the land. "Who marches proudly toward the den to challenge Soleil’s son?"
"They speak of valor by the fire of victories yet to claim.
But crows have heard such boasts before and never learned their names."
The members of the Aslan Tribe then started thumping their spears on the ground before chanting in chorus in a tone that was filled with boldness and determination!
"""Oh, hear the wind through broken spears,
Hear the wolves and ravens wail.
Many came to hunt the lion,
None returned to tell the tale."""
"""The earth remembers every fool,
Who thought the golden pride would fail.
Now their bones lie in the shadows,
Of the Lions of Soleil."""
Leone suddenly had a realization. This was the war chant that Kael and Daedalus had created together without telling him anything.
In order to give Leone a surprise, Kael would always train the Aslan Tribe in the Hidden Valley to practice this war chant, ensuring Leone wouldn’t hear about it.
The young man had to admit that the war chant was better than he expected. It clearly showed the determination of the Aslan Tribe.
Even the Orcs were thumping their feet to the ground, following the beat of the thumping of spears, which created a more powerful and thunderous boom across the land.
Kael’s arrogant and defiant tone continued to taunt their enemies, prompting Troy and Jafar to order their people to increase the volume of their own war chant.
However, it was futile.
The chant of the Aslan Tribe continued to drown them without mercy.
"A hundred chiefs once crossed the plains, a thousand warriors strong," Kael said in arrogance. "Their war drums shook the mountain roots, their marching lasted long."
"Yet when they met the lion’s gaze, their courage turned to dust.
For steel may break and flesh may fade, but pride destroys the unjust."
This time, the Orcs banged their weapons on their shields, joining in on the Aslan Tribe’s chant.
"""Oh, hear the wind through broken spears,
Hear the wolves and ravens wail.
Many came to hunt the lion,
None returned to tell the tale."""
"""The earth remembers every fool,
Who thought the golden pride would fail.
Now their bones lie in the shadows,
Of the Lions of Soleil."""
Even Logan, Khan, and Rasta were subconsciously tapping their feet to the beat. Clearly, the chant had also taken hold of them.
"Ask the rivers where they went," Kael said. "Ask the forests where they sleep. The rivers whisper of the dead... The forests their silence keep."
"Ask the mothers still who wait, for sons who swore they’d never kneel.
The answer lies beneath the grass, where blood was spilled by Soleil."
"""Oh, hear the wind through broken spears,
Hear the wolves and ravens wail.
Kings have risen, kings have fallen,
Yet the lion still prevails."""
Kael then raised both of his hands toward the heavens, as if challenging the Darkmane Tribe to do their best in this war.
"So let the arrogant draw their swords and let them charge without avail," Kael’s voice boomed. "The grave awaits all those who stand against great Aslan....
"Soleil!"
The Aslanians locked their gazes onto the enemies who dared to invade their domain.
Grimjaw Mountain was their home.
Even if they had to sacrifice their lives in the process, they would not allow anyone to destroy their Eden of the East!
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End of Volume 2: The Eden Of The East