If Li Wei, currently possessed by the spirit of a drama queen, knew what Bestna was thinking, he would definitely laugh his teeth out, then mutter inwardly:
You women don't know a damn thing about a man's romance!
And what he was doing at this moment, analyzed according to Blue Star's way of looking at things, was actually a roundabout form of military propaganda.
Yes, armies needed propaganda too.
Good propaganda could not only draw more outstanding military talent into enlistment, but also plant an inexpressible seed of faith deep in their hearts, eventually gathering into the soul of an army.
Those iron-clad armies remembered by history, who remained unyielding and swept all before them no matter how terrifying their enemies or wars, undoubtedly all possessed such faith and soul.
And what still filled Li Wei with pride was that he had been fortunate enough to possess such an army.
A group of Retainers who, before the walls of Minas Tirith, had faced an endless flood of enemies without choosing to retreat; who fought a bloody battle until their final moment, until the entire army was wiped out; who still transformed into heroic spirits, followed him into the underworld, and dared raise their butcher's blades against the God of Death to vent their fury.
And what Li Wei needed to do now was pass down this faith and spirit to the New Army.
Besides, this was also a special way for Li Wei to announce his return after having "vanished" for nearly sixty years.
It was not that he was putting on airs. Rather, in a world of swords and magic, where everyone worshipped heroes, grew up listening to epic legends, and could turn faith into flames to ignite everything, the overwhelming majority of intelligent beings just happened to eat