Chapter 68

Well, what should I do?

I wonder if I can go out there and boost the morale of our allies and demoralize the enemy with my words.

It might be difficult.

Then, I should change my approach.

Isn’t something like this often influenced by the atmosphere of the moment?

In other words, it’s better to win the other party over with something other than the content of my speech.

What I noticed while listening to the other side’s speech was how well their voice carried.

Thanks to their clear and resonant voice, it sounded persuasive, making people want to follow obediently even before the content of the speech mattered.

Then, I will try to project my voice even better.

However, just speaking normally won’t be enough.

Even shouting won’t be sufficient.

Then, the only thing I can rely on is magic.

While riding, I started to build up my magic power.

I concentrated that magic power on a single point in my body.

My vocal cords.

In the human body, producing sound is nothing more than the vocal cords in the back of the throat vibrating.

The vocal cords in the back of the throat convert the vibration of air into sound, which is then emitted as meaningful language.

I imagined infusing my vocal cords with magic power.

I made the vibrations of my vocal cords in my throat, along with the air, emit from my mouth, carrying the magic power with it.

And I would strike the listeners with that magic power.

"The Fontana family recognized my ownership of the land of Balca. They even left a document officially acknowledging it. However, seeing that Balca was beginning to develop, they are now trying to take it away. They are trying to take our land, the things on that land, and even the people living in Balca. The evidence is the assault incident that happened the other day. My brother was injured without any fault of his, even though he was not resisting. Can such a thing be allowed? We must protect our land, our belongings, and ourselves. Now is the time to show the strength of those who live in Balca. Fight, warriors!"

The words came out smoothly.

At first, I didn’t know what to say, but once I started, I couldn’t stop.

Perhaps I was more upset about this situation than I thought.

I continued to point out how unreasonable and lacking in common sense the other side was.

It seems that concentrating my magic power on my vocal cords was also successful.

Both allies and enemies remained motionless, listening to what I said.

Well, the man who was speaking first tried to interrupt, but he couldn’t hear over my voice.

Perhaps it was because I kept inserting the phrase "fight" into my speech along with the denunciation of the Fontana family.

It seems that the enemy’s morale was starting to decline, while ours was rising to the point of leaning forward.

I glanced back and was surprised.

The impression I got was that of fierce dogs pulling on their leashes to the limit, trying to bite the target in front of them.

Everyone in our camp was eagerly waiting to be unleashed.

This should be good enough.

"Everyone, charge! Annihilate the enemy!!"

And so, we plunged into battle.

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"Get out of the way!!"

I led the charge.

Riding, I charged into the middle of a group of over 500 people.

I pursued the man who had been speaking in front of the Fontana army, who was retreating back into the ranks upon seeing my charge.

Perhaps I was intoxicated by the situation.

No, it might be more accurate to say that I had been hyping myself up while giving the speech.

I chose a charge attack without any hesitation, which would normally make one hesitate.

But it wasn’t a mistake.

I suddenly ordered a full charge and charged in, after having been bombarding them with my magically enhanced voice.

The enemy had no mental preparation to deal with this.

Perhaps they intended to form a defensive formation with shields and spears, or rain arrows from their archers.

But the leading group of the enemy was caught off guard and directly received my mounted charge.

I swung my weapon left and right.

What I held in my hand was a stick.

I had brought a hard tooth sword, but it felt a bit too short for use while riding.

So, I had prepared something else.

I had created it with magic.

I used hardened bricks, making them a convenient length and thickness.

Unlike a sword, it had no blade, but being hit by such a hard stick would naturally cause tremendous damage.

But I was surprised by my own strength.

I have a spell called "Body Enhancement."

Casting the spell alone can strengthen my body, but I usually set it to a moderate enhancement ratio for everyday use.

However, what I was using now was a magic that sent the refined magic power throughout my body to maximize my physical strength without using the spell.

It further enhanced my body, allowing me to swing the hardened brick stick.

This had an effect beyond my expectations.

The peasant soldiers of the Fontana army, struck by the hardened brick stick, were sent flying.

It wasn’t just a matter of being knocked down and falling backward.

They were blown back as if repelled, colliding with the ground and the peasant soldiers behind them.

"Haha, what is this? I can strengthen myself this much?"

I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched the scene.

Overwhelming the enemy with sheer force.

If I thought about it calmly, it was a terribly barbaric act.

But in this battlefield, it only served to elevate my spirits and release pleasure chemicals in my brain.

I continued to raise my spirits, charging through the enemy, blowing them away as I advanced toward the center of the Fontana army.

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