I WILL PROTECT YOU 'TILL MY LAST BREATH | Best Epic Heroic Orchestral Music | Epic Music Mix

The last of his clan of warriors.
His arms tired from repeated blows and strikes in battle and his leg shot with an arrow, a poison barb for a tip, and blood dripping down the shaft.
He shields the only child that had survived the massacre of her people. Breathing heavily as he struggled against fear and rage as the poison did its vile work.
He turned to the small girl,
“Go, young one! I’ll hold them off! You must escape.!” But the child was not willing to leave his protection for the darkness of the escape tunnel that led underground.
“It’s alright child.” He said softly, “I will be right behind you once I deal with these creatures. You must live—“
“SO SHOULD YOU!!” The terrified girl shouted through her fearful sobs and tears. “I can’t survive on my on! What if they follow me?! And you couldn’t make it? What if…”
The warrior gritted his teeth and yelled in agony as he forced himself to stand, snapping the arrow.
“I won’t let that happen daughter of my brother….” His eyes flared red with battle rage. “I WILL DEFEND YOU TO MY LAST BREATH!!!! I will keep my promise to your father! You shall live!! I swore to him I would not let harm befall you. And I will keep that promise!!!!!”
With that he swung savagely at the attacking monsters that strive to crush him beneath their massive clubs. At that moment the you , scared girl turned and ran into the tunnel. Yelling as she did,
“You better catch up with me!”
The warrior answered with a mighty roar as he struck down one of the beasts. The girl ran onward.

Once she had gone, the warrior fought without constraint. Slaying all who approached within his range. They fell like leaves in the autumn winds.

As darkness fell, the warrior stood still. Blood and sweat covered his shattered armor like a cloak of glistening scarlet. He slumped on the ground, the end of his strength had come. He could do no more.
“Brother…I have kept my word…your daughter….she … is…..”
As his sight blurred, he saw several lights coming out of the tunnel. They were a neighboring clan , all armed to the teeth. The young girl at the front ran towards him.
“Hang on!!!! You will be alright!!! You can’t die yet!!!”
The man lay as medicine men attended his wounds. He looked at the tearful face of his niece.
“I always keep…my promises…”

Everybody loves the idea of the protector.

MY MAN CONQ IS LIVIN'

'Tunetank- Not your hero' is my favorite❤

Given great power
I must keep in check
I can only use it
To serve and protect

Pj I will protect and shield your beautiful soul until I die ♥️

For honor truth and Chivalry a Knight shall stand and defend the weak old and young to the last of Nobel Strength.

This is the song that will be play when your chosen.

The hardest battles are fought through the mind, and the will to carry on against insurmountable odds.

i will protect you 'tll my last breath.. and i will protect you for eternity.
i love you.. and our love is stronger than any other love.. and our love will echo through eternity..
i am one of the strongest, i am one of the hardest..
and on my knights honor.. i will protect you as best as i can.. even if it means my death.
tonight.. i will dine in hell.. and die for you.
strength and honor.. heart and mind.. born of blood but forged in fire.. tonight.. this spartan dies.
i love you babe..
remember me.
the strongest.. the hardest.
strong.
honored.
immortal.
a roman empire god.
dimitri

damn, these pictures alone inspire me to write stories

the weapon of a chain mace is only effective on enemy who incase themselves with armor

"I might have every reason to harm the world, I might have every right to betray those who didn't save me, I might have every possible urge to let those who hurt me, die alone... but I don't care... I am here because I have to stop this nightmare, I am here not because I want to be, but because I have to be... I know what it's like to be abandoned and in pain... we both do... but the difference between the hero and villain.. is that the hero fights so that no other person has to suffer the hurt that they went through!"

This music helps me to write my book about a girl part siren part magician to fight darkness and it's allies including a tyrant queen

How much could we march further, if we didn't have to carry our fears on our backs? So long for it, keep pressing forward despite your mistakes and fear. Maybe you will never get rid of your fear, but you will overcome it. To

“You.” The word of the girl I could not acknowledge. I sucked in great gasps of air, blood and tears mingled on my face, turning green grass shades of red and pink, smearing as his eyes rolled, the horizon and ground dancing away. My harm bound with shield screamed, and the other locked and unable to move further. My grasp stayed to the spear, slick above the webbing of my fingers, and slick below, but for the moment, firm, and unlike the ground, not moving.

The air felt cold and sweet, and free of the smell of sweat and musk, but not blood. Behind me, the field was rent with dead and dying men and horses, scattered with broken weapons. Carrion waited yet in the trees, waiting to swoop down when the wounded weakened enough. The standing had either run ahead to chase the remaining army, and prey on the camp followers, or fled in the rout.

The spinning slowed, and I stumbled forward another step towards the apple tree bordering the edge of the field, transferring the weight of standing to leaning against the tree. The world spun again, and my knees gave out, my eyes closing, before opening again to blink away the red. My breathing slowed inch by inch, and allowed me to see the world as it was again.

There was the girl, stood before me. She was young, had no reason to be left to wander anywhere near a battlefield yet alone into it’s midst. But she had. She was maybe eight? Nine? But the look in her eyes seemed… older, than what a girl of twice as many winters should have. I blinked my eyes again in confusion. She had spoken again.

“I choose you.” The girl said again. “Strong and noble. You will be my Champion.” The fog clung to my brain, yet, the words heard but vague for context. Champion for what now? What did that mean? Was I speaking to an angel? Am I just one of those men choking on lifeblood and being picked at by ravens, seeing a Messenger?

The crunch of dry grass brought his head around, as well as the command taken by the wind. A dozen riders on horseback in livery, with swords and lances, glaring in many directions but particularly his at that moment. A woman rode with the men, dressed in officer’s protection fit for a lady. She called, the syllables lost replaced with what he read on her lips. “Come Daughter. We must return to the tents. The battle is won, but the danger is not yet passed. Leave the pikeman be.”

“Not without my Champion, Mother,” the girl said.

The lady scoffed, glancing at me with derision. “He’s a mere commoner. There are finer men in your father’s guard. Men who still stand after a battle. We will choose from among them.”

That scored a hit on my psyche, and I turned and stumbled upright. Steadier, than some minutes ago.

“He fought in the forward line of the battle, from the beginning; staying when others broke, stood until clear of the carnage. Of courageous and strong heart, to still be alive. I have made my choice, mother.”

The cheek of the lady’s mouth bunched, and then relented, “Bannerman, aid the pikeman. We shall discuss further at camp, away from assassin quarrels.” The girl smiled broadly, and skipped towards the horsemen, and was hoisted onto the horn of one of the saddles.

The lead rider cantered forward, and offered a stirrup. “Drop you’re shield it is worthless. Hold tight, camp is not too far.”

I hooked a foot and strained, using both hands to hold to the saddle, and with a nod the bannerman began to walk the animal to the west. The lady was scolding her daughter some more, and here the girl was quiet, taking the scolding, but occasionally turning to smile at me. “My champion.”

I spent the ride pondering that, as my sense returned, and finally placed the King's Queen and Daughter in their proper context. I wonder still yet at how that all had transpired. What possessed the Princess to pick me. Or the King to acquiesces to her request, that commanded it's granting. Or even me, in swearing that oath then. Ponderings ... no regrets. I shall see her rise to the throne, and possessed safely, as if my own daughter. To her, I grant my lifelong fealty.

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Had an idea for this for a while, and wanted to get this written. There are better parts, and rougher. I hope folks enjoy, for what it is.

Here I am...🎉

Live and die for your friend's and loved ones .

The picture tells it all!
We all felt the need or had the thought to protect someone! Its the purpose that raises the ethic!
Family, love, friendship...
Unfortunately not everyone appreciates that...but what the huck, I felt good with myself and after all I did something good! Am I brave? Yes! Am I stupid? No! I am a human who things that people have the logic to understand... Those who don't understand, are not humen...
Peace and love people around the world and especially Ukraine 🇺🇦 and my country Cyprus 🇨🇾 ☮️❤

Who wouldn't do anything to protect such a sweet little girl? Imagine all those women and children slaughtered at the hands of barbarians and soldiers alike. This image is powerful as it invokes determination and courage. Awesome music too!😁👍

I am no longer constipated thanks to this video

The quotes are killing me💀

Cambio y fuera.

Fear is a result of being unaware of the consequences from our actions. Courage is understanding our fears. Hate is the lack of being able to take responsibilitie an love is the understanding that perfection is perception

That make us remember the world has never been peaceful we are not exposed to it bcs someone carry it for us never abandon Hope always strive to protect your loved one and youll be far stronger than with hate despair or anger what differentiate soldier from murderer is that murderer fight to kill bút soldier fight for whats behind him war change but never disappear history repeat itself we need to learn to change if we want to change our destiny or our end Will not change times is running out but we just watch it happen bcs it does not affect us Will everyone wait till the gun is in

The soldier gasps, one more gulp of air before he snaps the shaft of an the arrow in his breast. Readjusting his grip on his flail and raising his all but broken shield, defiantly spitting out blood, and through gritted teeth he proclaims “you…will…not… touch…her”

In the face of battle, I stand tall, a Viking warrior, devoted to my people's call. With courage in my heart and honor in my soul, I fight till my last breath, fulfilling my sacred role.

In Odin's name, I forge ahead, my sword unsheathed, my shield held high. With every swing and clash, I defend my kin, no fear or hesitation, only valor deep within.

Through blood-soaked fields and thunderous roars, I tread, steadfast and unyielding, for my clan and kin, my love and pride. The Norns weave my fate, and I embrace it with Viking stride.

With berserker rage, I charge forth, my ancestors' spirits guiding me. From Valhalla's halls, they watch with pride, as I face death unflinchingly.

The winds may howl, the skies may weep, but I stand resolute, my resolve unwavering. For glory and glory alone, I fight, my people's legacy I'm savagely preserving.

In the halls of the gods, my name shall be sung, a Viking warrior's creed etched in history. Though my body may fall, my spirit lives on, forever bound to my people's victory.

Lions heart would be the soundtrack of my novel

As he draws his last breath, His arms felt heavier than ever, But in that moment of acceptance a hand brought the light, and He knew even he were to falter, others would falter because of him, drawing his last breath he takes a stand, taking up his arms facing the danger and what comes because of it. Here lies a warrior born of ash with a heart of gold.

"Whenever you feel disheartened or that you're not enough...Set Your Heart Ablaze"

If you dont fight for freedom who will?

Fear not, little one. Their pain will be greater.

this girl is little witch, but he dont care. SHE IS A CHILD. AND REAL KNIGHT PROTECT KIDS. EVEN WHEN WHOLE WORLD IS AGAINST YOU!

The softest hands behind me, the hardest attacks in front of me. I am Father, and I will not yield my position. Take this from me and I will show you what a man can truly become, and even Got would tremble at the fury and might I unleash on those who would harm the little one behind me.

I am Father of Daughters, and for you all I bleed

“If anyone has the right to be called a hero, It’s not the one who took up the blade. It’s not the one who raised his shield, nor the one who healed the wounded. Only one who truly risks his life may be called a hero. Protect your friends, save the girl, and face danger. It doesn’t matter if you fall. No, that’s just fine. Cry your heart out over it. Within the defeated, a victor waits to emerge. Stay true to your wishes. Cry out your desires. And if you do that’s what will make you the hero! Let your longings burn! Scream out your wishes!” – Zeus

For I am the one the only light you all will see when you say goodbye.
Cometh the day
Cometh the warrior ⚚

Though the darkness into the light..

Until you're last breath I will be there..

In the realms of medieval legends, whispers abound of a solitary warrior who hailed from the revered Stockholm clan, said to be guided by an unbreakable creed: "I will protect you till my last breath." Across the blood-soaked battlefield, their adversaries, staunch warriors of the Iron Will clan, stood resolute, bound by their own solemn duty: "I will do my duty till my last breath." This clash of honor will be fleeting.

The sole warrior, a beacon of unwavering resolve, faced the Iron Will warriors, their eyes burning with unyielding determination. With each clash of steel upon steel, the battlefield became a tempest of fury and valor. The Stockholm warrior fought with unmatched skill and ferocity, their barbed weapon an extension of their indomitable spirit.

One by one, the Iron Will warriors fell, their bodies becoming mere casualties of Stockholm's unwavering dedication. Their foe dispatched them with precision and lethal intent until only one remained standing. The Stockholm warrior had decimated the Iron Will clan, but their own fate loomed ominously.

As the Stockholm warrior's strength waned, their weary body succumbing to wounds inflicted in the heat of battle, their eyes shifted to the child left vulnerable amidst the chaos. A surge of urgency coursed through their veins, urging them to protect the innocent soul entrusted to their care.

With their final ounce of strength, the Stockholm warrior lunged forward, ready to shield the child from harm. But fate had a cruel twist in store. The last Iron Will warrior, driven by the same tenacity that had defined their clan, ruthlessly ended the child's life, extinguishing a beacon of hope in a world consumed by strife.

As the Stockholm warrior's gaze fell upon the lifeless form of the innocent, their heart shattered, a wellspring of grief mingling with their waning breaths. Their purpose had been unfulfilled, their guide of protection shattered by the merciless hand of destiny. Collapsing from their grievous wounds, the warrior's battered body came to rest beside the child, a final act of devotion. With eyes heavy and burdened, they closed, bidding farewell to this world for eternity.

The final Iron Will warrior, the harbinger of death, turned away, their task complete. Yet, the weight of their actions bore down upon them, their body ravaged by sustained injuries. In a cruel twist of fate, they collapsed upon the blood-soaked earth, joining the fallen in their silent slumber.

The field fell silent, a haunting stillness enveloping the forbidden territory where they lay. Their bodies, along with the innocent child, found their final resting place, concealed from the world's prying eyes. Forgotten by history, their names vanished into the mists of time, their deeds left unspoken among those who pondered their existence.

No one would ever discover the truth of their sacrifice, for the forbidden territory guarded their secrets with unwavering resolve. The flesh and bone of warriors and innocent alike melded with the earth, their story forever lost to the annals of time. Even those who had orchestrated their destinies would remain ignorant, their orders fading into oblivion.

In the tapestry of forgotten heroes, the Stockholm warrior and the Iron Will clan became but whispers in the wind, their legacy entwined in the silent fields of the forbidden territory. Their sacrifice is a poignant reminder of the perils of duty and the tragic consequences of a world torn asunder.

Let their strikes hit a wall of our bones for they shall not pass to our people. We are warriors of the emperor and shall fight until our final mug of blood has been spilt upon Gias beautiful earth where only then shall we rest.... Knowing our death was to protect our children and those we love

My Lord forgive my sins... as I will break your law by killing my own brothers from other nations. As I enter the battlefield, I wish you to guide us... with my hands, I will be stained with blood, and my wife and child are waiting for me to return home... I wanted every person in the world not to experience what we soldiers have endured and sacrificed, but I wanted them to feel that we soldiers are humans wanted to fight and preserve peace in the whole world... these soldiers deserve peace and respect... This is my hope and prayer to every generation to come and must be known..

Best epic music, greetings everyone!

THE CONQ

"Move", she thought. "I have to move. Why can't I move?"

Standing there in fear, the girl knew she had to run, but couldn't get her legs to move.

The enemy knights advanced towards her, their weapons at the ready. Three arrows were loosed into the air. Closing her eyes, she knew, and accepted, that she would die here today.

However, fate had other plans. The arrows never reached her, having struck a shield instead. Opening her eyes, she saw a knight from the kingdom she lived in. He was bleeding from numerous wounds, breathing hard, and looked like he could collapse at any minute. Yet here he was, protecting her.

"You will not harm her.", he said, standing up and readying his sword. "As long as there's life in me, I will protect her. The only way you're getting to her is through me. So...COME AND GET ME!"

Death can have me, when it earns me. At this moment Death has allied with me to bring evil to him, so we can part as equals.

A true warrior fights till his last breath by protecting the people till his body is not
used after defending 10000 enemies

damn broh are your brains made out of instruments
(not your hero)