Dingle's vision dimmed, and he said in a low voice, "Then let's use them sparingly. If we really don't have enough, there are plenty of stones on the mountain that we can use."

"There's always a way, isn't there?"

Upon hearing this, Harris forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and said:

"The main force is still behind, and Verri is on his way to meet them. Let's wait until they reach the base camp on the mountaintop before making any decisions."

"Next, we are about to fight an even tougher battle."

Dingle nodded: "The fall of the military base has already shown us just how terrifying the Yan Kingdom's army has become."

"This will be our final battlefield."

“If we still can’t defeat them here, Harris…” Dingle looked at Harris, his face pale.

“Yes, we will defeat them here,” Harrisnu said in a deep voice, then added:

"The Goths never yielded to the strength of their enemies."

"If they want to completely defeat us, we'll take them to hell with us."

"Being buried here is at least a good place for us, after all, this is our home, while they have to die in a foreign land."

“We were clearly luckier, haha.” Harris forced a smile.

“I think I need to learn from your optimism.” Dingle laughed too, laughing so hard that his eyes squinted, then coughed until tears streamed down his face.

The cold wind howled across the snow-covered hills, and suddenly, a few piercing cries of eagles echoed through the steep mountains.

The two of them turned their heads to look at the sky at the same time.

Beneath the dark clouds, high in the sky, a black shadow streaked past and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Although they couldn't see anything clearly in that fleeting glance, they all knew it was the Golge Eagle.

The main habitat of the Imperial Eagle is in the Nzos Mountains.

"It seems we're lucky to see the Golgotha ​​eagles this season."

Harris suppressed his ugly smile, which was replaced by deep sorrow. In just a few days, hundreds of thousands more of his compatriots had died on the battlefield. Since the naval battles began, nearly a million people had lost their lives.

"Yes, let's go, we still have a lot to do." Dingle lowered his eyes and strode towards the mountains with a heavy expression.

The Golgotha ​​had disappeared into the sky, but Harris's gaze remained fixed on the dark cloud until, a few seconds later, he led his warhorse and caught up with Dingle.