Those who cannot conquer must bow. They must find power, or serve those of us who have it. You are my generals, my troops. You shall battle by the will of your leaders. Troops, my raiding dogs, teeth of bronze, commanders, my wolves with iron teeth. When a kingdom closes their gates in fear, you will annihilate it. When they make weapons and walls, you will tear them down, lay waste the metal and stone. When a person raises a bow or sword against you or the troops, you shall hang them in a tree. Keep our kingdom in your minds as you go forth in your quest. This flying kingdom is the hearts of our people, but you are the right men and women, the scorching hearts. Conquer lands for us and build some knights. Shape us a new path. Let our foes, men, and women alike, weep a sea of tears. I shall drink it all.
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