"Right now, there is a position that requires someone to step forward and take it on!" Ye Qingcheng's gaze slowly swept across the entire hall. The impassioned roars of the knights within gradually subsided beneath his gaze. No one shrank back under Ye Qingcheng's eyes—not even Zhang Tie, who looked at him calmly and steadily.
Ye Qingcheng's expression was grave and stern. "This position can be filled by none but an Earth Knight. The Earth Knight who takes it must travel alone across thousands of miles, with powerful enemies ahead and no reinforcements behind. He may even need to penetrate deep behind enemy lines and into encirclements. Every step will be through thorns. This position is the vanguard of the three armies, the eyes and ears of Great Xia, the death-sworn warrior among knights, and the courage of commanders and generals. It is exceedingly dangerous—a path with nine deaths and one chance of life. Once you accept it, you may not abandon it halfway, much less loaf around or play tricks. Otherwise, military law will show no mercy. For this reason, I do not wish to assign anyone by force. Those willing may step forward now!"
The moment Ye Qingcheng said this, everyone understood why ordinary Black Iron Knights could not take this position, and why it required Earth Knights. These were the scouts and suicide squads among knights. At a time when the Devil Race's armies were flooding in like a sea blotting out the sky, one could imagine what sort of mission a lone knight would have to undertake amid the fiercest clashes between humans and devils, upon a battlefield where tens of millions of knights slaughtered one another. Calling this position nine deaths and one chance of life was absolutely no exaggeration.
After hearing Ye Qingcheng's words,