We walked tirelessly throughout the day until we finally stopped to camp as the sun began to set.

Some of us set up tents around a warm campfire.

Seeing this, I asked, "Elara, do we have tents?"

"Our backpacks are filled with your food and cooking equipment," Elara replied.

There were times when I regretted and envied others for having something I didn't.

I sat around the campfire, cooking, and observed Elara leaning against a tree, reading a book, and Draven, who was sound asleep near the campfire.

Some soldiers were busy cooking their meals over their campfires, while others tended to their weapons and checked their equipment. Light conversations could be heard, sharing experiences and stories with each other while waiting for the food to cook.

Someone was playing a simple musical instrument, like a flute or lyre, accompanied by their singing, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Finding solace in pleasures before heading to the battlefield was common for soldiers, as they never knew if tomorrow would bring them back or lead them to death.

Later, I noticed a crowd gathering around something, piquing my curiosity, and I approached them.

Two people were engaged in a fierce fight, exchanging punches and kicks. The first person was throwing punches rapidly, while their opponent dodged.

Several soldiers had gathered around to watch, some looking excited, shouting words of encouragement.

In the midst of the audience, a man was discussing bets with others, wagering on the outcome of the fight. Coins were stacked, and they had bet a considerable amount.

Many gold coins were at stake, and the temptation was so strong that I couldn't resist and got involved in the betting.

As the fight continued, cries of frustration and disappointment could be heard. "Idiot, strike properly, damn it! I bet on you!" Angry voices emerged. At the same time, other shouts were heard. "Bastard! I'll lose my gold coins like this!"

"Beat him!"

"Good! Corner him!"

Not long after, cheers erupted as one of the two fighters landed a blow, causing their opponent to stagger back. Their opponent quickly got back up and retaliated. The entire camp came alive, all eyes on the fight.

Meanwhile, among the audience, a man was talking to others, confident that his choice would win.

In the end, the person I thought would win turned out to be the loser. I had lost a lot of gold coins, darn it!

Afterward, everyone dispersed and returned to their tents.

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The atmosphere slowly quieted down, and the soldiers began to rest. Some sat around campfires drinking, while others entered their tents to sleep.

When morning came, I woke up amidst the bustling camp. They were adjusting their equipment and gear.

Firm commands were issued by the attack leader. We began to line up in formation.

Our lines began to move forward.

Two days and one night of travel brought us to the southern coast. From a distance, we saw around 27 boats docked there.

Our arrival was greeted by enemy forces, already lined up as if they had known about our arrival in advance.

At the front of their formation, someone was giving a speech.

"Sjáið þá, við munum drekka blóð þeirra í kvöld. Láttu skrik þeirra verða söngurinn ykkar! Því að stríðsguð Tyr hefur ákveðið að þetta verði sigur okkar!"

Although it was distant, his voice echoed and reached us.

Elara approached me from behind, saying, "Gunnar, the Captain has ordered me to join the long-range attack unit."

I nodded while scanning the battlefield, where we would fight. "Alright."

There was a faint smile on Elara's lips. "Make sure you stay alive at the front lines."

I looked at her. "Don't worry, I've been through many battles. I've been waiting for this moment."

Meanwhile, beside me, Draven signaled and quickly joined the forces on the right flank.

After Draven and Elara went to join the others, Dariel approached me, giving firm orders to line up.

One by one, the close-range attack units, including the unit under Dariel's leadership, lined up in the front.

It didn't take long before we were fully prepared for the attack.

"Forward!" a firm command came from the back of the formation. With that order, the long-range attack units advanced, extending their steps until their attack range reached the towering enemy forces in the distance.

The enemy forces employed the same tactic. Both sides exchanged attacks; arrows and spears flew through the air. Elara's magical attacks drew attention. The effects of her spells were striking, resulting in many casualties among the enemy forces.

As a result, the enemy retreated behind their shield formation, holding shields in front of their lines, creating a barricade. Slowly, they advanced, withstanding the attacks from the long-range attack units.

Our side retreated the long-range attack units, pulling them to a safer and more strategic position behind the front lines.

In the following moments, the front lines of our forces responded to the enemy's movements. We closed formation and began to move forward. Step by step, we advanced without haste. The distance between our forces and the enemy dwindled until both sides came to a halt, creating a narrow gap between us and the enemy.

The atmosphere was tense, eyes locked, sending unspoken messages between the two sides. It was only a matter of time before the real battle began, and we waited for the command with bated breath.

In the next moments, they suddenly threw their axes from behind their shields, catching us off guard. Many among us were killed, and we quickly took cover behind our shields. I sheltered behind Dariel's shield as the axes continued to be hurled. "Haha, sorry for bothering you, Captain!" I exclaimed.

"Damn it, I didn't know they fought like this!" Dariel said in frustration.

In the following moments, shouts could be heard. The momentum of battle took over.

Dariel stood tall in the midst of the formation, his voice resounding. "Everyone, prepare for the confrontation!" he shouted.

Both sides finally clashed.

I held my zweihander sword, and adrenaline flowed through my body. Two enemy warriors stood before me. I swung my sword, successfully cutting through their bodies.

A threat approached from the side. An enemy warrior rushed towards me quickly. But before he could get close, Dariel stepped forward, kicked him, and ended his life.

I refocused on the enemies in front of me. Their attacks came at me several times, hitting my body. Though not fatal, the pain was still felt.

I missed Elara's protective magic at times like this.

My sword stabbed one of the enemies, and I saw him stagger, then I swung my sword to decapitate him. Blood sprayed, staining my face, briefly blurring my vision.

Someone launched an attack with their axe. I adjusted my position to dodge, then quickly got up, sending a powerful punch to his face, momentarily stunning him. I seized his axe and attacked his head until it was in pieces.