LAST MAN STANDING | Best Epic Heroic Orchestral Music | Epic Music Mix

"Surrounded by dozens of heavily armed enemy soldiers, mounted on horseback, the warrior looks around him, his fellow warriors have all fallen to the hordes and their razor sharp swords, spears and arrows. He stands alone now, steeling himself for what may be his final battle. He must not give in to defeat, for if he falls, the kingdom will also fall; he is their last hope...."

“Death can have me when it earns me.” -Kratos

He stands alone. His comrades lay scattered around him, staining the Earth red with their blood. He is surrounded. Blood drips from his armor. He is already wounded. He leans on his sword, surveying the battlefield. Dozens surround him, on foot and on horseback. His armor is heavy, his sword feels like a massive weight. With all he has left, he lifts his blade. Wearily, he takes a battle stance. He stands alone... but he is unbroken.

"With his friends who hate him, and his Family who has abandoned him, he turns to war. He is stationed in the Frontlines and with the first fleet of enemy soldiers they are outnumbered, ten to one. With a battle lasting almost a day, his allies have fallen by the cold steel of his enemies. Being the last one of the Frontlines still breathing, surrounded and tired, he fights on. He is prepared to face death, but continues to slay more and more enemies. The scariest man is the one with nothing to lose."

"Your comrads have fallen! Your walls broken. Your lords cold and dead. Lay down your arms. It is over." "As long as I have breath in my body, it isn't over..."

"There is no strength in numbers.. A warrior is defined by their skill in combat, no matter how outmatched you are you can always triumph over them."

Played this while going to work, feels like I’m going on a battlefield.

Thank you for including "You Are The Chosen One" into this amazing mix :). You rock ^^

"Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser-men to light the flame. We will fight to the end. And we shall never surrender."

"You never struck me as someone who fears death, that's not the problem is it?" "No, Death can have me when he earns me!"

Distant thunder wake him up. After years of combat in this war he was ready, completely awake in mere moments. Standing he looked one more time on his brave companion. A horse he used as a pillow. She didn’t complain so it was fine. Scream distracted him from praying. At once he ready his immensely long sword. Some “dark knights” were still here to kill any survivors. Their army far away now. They didn’t need rest - battle ended to quickly to satisfy any bloodlust. One such party of four spotted him. They may be barbaric but not mindless. Slowly they surrounded him. He razed sword straight into clouds above. Every kill meant dozens even hundreds of lives saved. Thunder roared once more, closer this time. Circle of death closing on him. “I don’t want do die here. I will not die here!” He dashed forward his sword going more horizontal as he speeded up. As one raiders rushed their horses. He used giant sword as spear pointing on hourse’s neck. Horse lend backwards in fear but it was moving to fast now. In desperation animal throw itself to its right. He still wounded it. Barely even scratch it looking at the abnormal size of his weapon. But it’s enough to make poor animal choke on its own blood. The raider couldn’t free himself in time and coursing in his language went with his horse to ground. Weight of horse crouched his leg. Scream grow lauded when dying horse moved in pain. Eldrych found himself screaming to. His right leg burning in pain just as his enemy was brought to ground. “What kind of magic is this?!” He screamed between gritted teeth. He turned dragging his sword behind. There was no time for thinking - another raider was closing in. He once again speeded up to meat his opponent. It was barely a jog now with his leg working less and less. That raider had a spear. It did not make Eldrych hesitate. He put all his weight in a Powerful swing. Aiming not only for head of a horse but mostly at the tip of a spear. The rider raised his spear so it wouldn’t be destroyed. Sword reached poor animal slicing horse’s head off It didn’t stop Eldrych’s sword. With a thud raider went flying with blunt force alone. Eldrych looked at others barbarians. Two on horses and one with useless leg. They stared at him from save distance. Not caring about their companion. Eldrych used this moment to finish off the black knight closer to him. His armor bended severely from last strike. aiming for the head he raised giant sword and simply let it fell. It was more then enough to kill. He glanced once more at unmoving knights. “They don’t know what mercy is… and yet I’m still alive” He looked at his right leg - still in pain. An arrow sticks out from his calf. “Fuck…” Arrow shrank in size before his eyes going deeper and deeper inside his body. “Fuck!” Living poison. He knew it was to late to treat it now. Raiders knew this too. They were still waiting, watching him dying. Slowly. “Cutting my leg off not an option right now” He gathered corpses around him in a pile. “Fire mage would be really useful right now” Why it needed to rain on day of battle. Or rather on day of a sloughed Eldrych though. He got on top of his pile and raised the sword possibly the last time. Hilt up stabbing his own thigh. Right one of course. he was praying for luck. Because only luck could save him. Raiders eventually got bored and went looking for another victim to kill. But even after minutes of slow ride they sow it. Lightning stroke mad man’s sword knocking him out. They thought it was enough to kill him. But it only cleared poison in his leg. If scavengers won’t find him… Eldrych will live to fight again.

"Though my throne is built upon lies, and the bodies of my fallen comrades... A warrior still has their pride, I refuse to relinquish the power I fought for to anyone. So long as I have breathe in my body: My will is my own, and I shall not bow to any God, King nor man."

This Battle is lost, but their fight has only started.

Whoever reads this, I hope you are happy and that everything in your life is going well. If not, it means that something needs to be changed...Because you're not gonna give up just yet <3

On this rainy day a battle was fought. Or rather...a one sided massacre happened. Their enemies fell like flies drawn into a flame, all except for one. He wasn't anybody special, he was an unnamed soldier like all his brothers around him. Standing defiantly against their numbers, his lance soaked with rain, mud, and blood. His armor carved, chipped, and dented beyond recognition. And his body bruised, stabbed, cut, and tired from the fighting. Yet this one last soldier stood defiantly against them, a great army with superior cavalry and numbers. He spoke not a word, fighting off every single attack thrown at him. He was a nobody before this battle, but during this moment he became both a legend to his allies...and a curse to us. That single knight with the elegant silver hair became hence forth known as "The Specter of vengeance". Nobody knows what happened to this legendary being. Some say he died that day, others claim to have seen him in the shadows just outside camp. Waiting for his time to strike us down like he did to our brethren. But we know one thing for certain: Alive or dead...he will get his revenge for that day. Whenever that day will be...will come eventually.

Give it all you got! Never surrender.

me: "playing the mix at the gym" the gym: "get motivated"

FORWARD! SO LONG AS A CADIAN HEART BEATS, SO TOO DOES CADIA STAND!

For giggles because this scenario popped into my head with a future character. Derroth can only vaguely remember why he got out of retirement. His farm suffered from a blight, and he needed money to put aside for his son. Yet he was 50, considered a venerable age for a Half-Orc, especially for a former guardsman. His late wife blessed him with five wonderful children, two of which he personally gave away to two deserving young men. The best years were behind him and he could have had his sons take care of this, and yet, here he was, the one who decided to stay behind and hold back a horde while the rest of those who had many more years ahead of them went on ahead to warn the lord of it's arrival. He didn't have to do it, and yet here he is. A man much more powerful than him offered to stay behind with him. One that commanded the power of the god of storms, and yet, when his back was turned, Derroth knocked him out with a single blow to the back of his head and sent him on his way with the last horse available in the keep. Meant for him in case he should retreat. Hopefully that man will forgive him for doing that to him. There doesn't need to be one more friendly body here. He idly scratched his heavily scarred face while he leaned up against the wall of the parapet and felt the stubble there, grumbling a little. He will need a shave when this is all over. If he survived. Chuckling to himself, the guardsman pulled out his axe, one fashioned from his woodcutter's axe to be better suited for battle, along with a whetstone, and got to work sharpening it one last time. He wasn't able to finish it in time before the thunderous gait of troops began to drown out his sound of the scraping of metal on stone. Sighing, he put the stone away and stood up, overlooking the host he plans to greet. So many bodies before him. It seemed to go on forever. Last time he spotted so many, he was younger and had the bodies of other good men with him to fight back the tide. Not this time. Hefting his axe, Derroth stood up and went down the steps to go greet them. As per the usual, the head commander came up to him astride his horse and offered some drek about offering him terms. The half-orc didn't give him a chance to finish before using his axe to cut a deep gash at the knees of the horse. He didn't want to do that to a good animal who's only crime is being rode by such a twit, but it was the best move he could have done. The horse let out a loud whinny as it collapsed with a spray of blood, warming his face. There was a scream from the commander as the horse fell on him, pinning him against the cold earth. Knowing that he was helpless, the Half-Orc stepped onto the side of the horse and brought the axe down upon the commander's head, silencing him before doing the same for the horse. The silence was deafening as the old guard pulled his axe out of the horse's skull with a wet squelch and bellowed out, "There is no quarter for monsters and men! I plan on dying today! How many of you plan on doing the same?!"

I touched the stars, and saw the glorious light of a thousand suns! Now, blinded by this elegance, how could my purpose be anything... but dark