The silver moon was once again covered by the clouds, and the sky was dark. The silvery surface of the lake had turned dark, and the blurry silhouette of the scenery in the distance could no longer be seen.
The night of murder was dark, and the wind was strong.
Loriste did not know why he thought of this saying, but he felt that it was very appropriate.
At this moment, he was standing on the shore of the lake. Gusts of autumn wind blew across the clear and cold surface of the lake, blowing the outer cloak that covered his armor, making it flap in the wind with a 'hualala' sound.
Padt and Redi were standing behind him. Each of them had two mounts in their hands. Three of them were their mounts, and the last one was a spare horse with four javelins hanging on its left and right. The javelins kept swaying back and forth from side to side.
Behind them was a neat platoon formation, and all the soldiers were wearing the same purplish brown iron armor. There was a palm-sized, silver-grey lion pattern on the left chest of the iron plate armor. In his right hand was a lance of the same length, and in his left hand was a warhorse. Behind him was a black cloak of the same style, and on his left arm was a purplish-brown shield the size of a washbasin. On the left side of his waist hung a saber of the same style, and he was wearing the same iron apron, armor, and boots with iron visors and spurs.
This was one of the most elite forces of the Norton Family, and the main escort force of the northbound convoy, the Iron Spear Cavalry. After equipping themselves with the standard equipment of the White Lion Legion, they looked even more capable and extraordinary.
Every soldier stood solemnly, and did not speak a word, as if they were statues carved from iron and stone. Only the occasional neighing of horses could break the silence and darkness of the plains.
A murderous aura filled the air above the platoons, and when the cold night wind blew past the platoons, it brought with it the chill of a murderous aura.
The silver moon peeked out from the clouds again, and the gentle silver moonlight once again illuminated the entire world.
The surface of Egret Lake shimmered with silver scales again, and white mist filled the air from afar, obscuring the entire field of vision.
The Locke's boats were lined up one meter apart from each other. The three-meter-long boats were lined with two-meter-wide wooden rafts. The boats were connected to each other, forming a small path that led into the depths of the mist. It was impossible to see the end of the path …
Two figures could be seen in the depths of the mist, and they were running towards them one after the other. The path began to ripple and undulate …
The two figures who ran over were the guards Ruhr and Maud. They panted as they arrived in front of Laurist. "Sir, the pontoon bridge is connected to the other side. Sir Aire ordered us to report that we can pass …"
"Well done." Buckingham nodded and strode towards the floating bridge. Ruhr and Maud took over Padt and one of Redi's mounts and followed behind Lollister onto the pontoon bridge.
The phalanxes around the lake began to move as well. Soldiers led their horses and lined up behind Padt's mount, getting onto the pontoon bridge.
Laurist walked for more than ten minutes on the bridge, which was more than four hundred meters long. The bridge behind him shook violently, and the lake beneath the boat rippled, collided, and finally formed tidal waves …
Very quickly, one by one, the Armored Lancers led their mounts onto the shore. Then, under the guidance of the guards waiting at the side, they gathered at the designated open space. At this time, they had all mounted their warhorses, and not long after, they gathered into two companies.
Wales crossed the bridge and came to Laurist's side. "My Lord, shouldn't we set off? “
Let's go. "Lollister said softly. “
In the dark forest, the group of horses advanced in silence. On the winding path, they could occasionally see the white arrow markings painted on the trees on both sides. Under the silver moonlight, the markings were exceptionally pale.
All the warhorses' hooves were wrapped in thick leather sheaths. In the quiet path, the sound of the hooves echoed like thunder, shaking the earth and the forest …
An hour and a half later, three mournful cries of owls came from afar. Aire, who was in the lead, reined in his horse, and the group stopped.
Three black figures rushed out from the forest and arrived in front of the group. The leading black figure spoke to Aire softly, and then disappeared into the forest with his two companions.
"My Lord, we are less than two miles away from the enemy's camp. I suggest we dismount and walk there. Even though the hooves are wrapped, the tremors on the ground can still be detected by the enemy. We need to get closer to catch them off guard … "Aire said to Lollister.
In order to ensure the success of the night ambush, when the silver moon rose, Aire led half of the guards he picked from the main camp and sneaked across Egret Lake. They removed the sentries on the other side of the lake and successfully blocked the path leading to the enemy's camp.
"Pass down the order. Everyone dismount. Get on the horses and chew. Lead the horses and walk. Be careful not to make any noise." Lollister turned to Pat and ordered.
In less than an hour, the enemy's camp appeared a stone's throw away. A few sentries at the camp's entrance leaned against the camp wall and dozed off. There were no sentries on the two watchtowers on either side of the camp's entrance. Perhaps it was because they were in a stalemate, but the camp's security was surprisingly lax.
"My Lord, I will take some men to deal with the guards at the camp's entrance and watchtowers. Open the camp's entrance." With that, Aire's figure flashed twice and disappeared into the darkness …
"Everyone, prepare your equipment and act according to the plan …" After Lollister gave the order, he squatted down and untied the hooves of his steed.
Under the silver moonlight, a few black figures suddenly appeared at the camp's entrance like ghosts. Cold lights flashed like stars, and the four dozing guards seemed to leak air. They collapsed against the camp's wall and fell into eternal sleep.
A figure climbed up a sentry tower like a gecko. He quickly climbed down and climbed up another sentry tower.
The gates of the camp opened silently ….
Lollister raised the spear in his hand and roared: "Kill! “
The hurried sound of hooves broke the silence of the night. It only took a few moments for the galloping warhorses to cover a distance of more than a hundred meters. Lollister took the lead and charged through the camp's entrance, killing his way into the sleeping camp …
Countless armored cavalry swarmed in, and the sounds of killing rang out everywhere in the camp. Screams and cries filled the air …
Tent after tent was set ablaze. In the flames, armored cavalry with lances appeared like ghosts in front of the soldiers of the Guardian Legion who had just woken up from their dreams. They mercilessly slaughtered these unarmed soldiers of the Guardian Legion. Wherever the hooves passed, there were only corpses, blood, and raging flames …
Lollister rode his horse straight to the main tent in the camp. According to the information provided by the second prince, the Madras Principality had a Great Swordsman and seven Gold Knights. The Great Swordsman was always by the Madras Grand Duke's side. There were four Gold Knights in the Seamount Army, and three in the Guardian Legion.
Lollister believed that there must be a Gold Knight among the ten thousand soldiers of the Guardian Legion in the camp. As long as he could take down this Gold Knight, tonight's night attack would be a success.
As the spear swept across, two of the central tent's pillars were cut in half. The entire central tent tilted and fell to the ground. However, aside from the dozen or so guards of the tent becoming ghosts under Laurist's spear, Laurist did not encounter the Golden Knight that he had expected.
Just as Lollister was pacing back and forth in the main tent on his horse, he heard a loud clang not far away. There was a flash of golden light. Lollister turned around and saw that it was Rod Wales brandishing his shining spear against a figure on the ground whose sword was also shining with golden light. The loud clang just now was the sound of spear and sword clashing.
Alright, so the Gold Knight had run over there. No wonder he couldn't be found in the main tent. Ross had picked up a loophole again. Lollister muttered to himself as he urged his horse forward slowly. He reached his right hand behind him and a spear fell into his palm. Lollister began to hold the line for Rod Wales, paying close attention to the fight between the two Gold Knights. He was ready to save them at any time, just in case.
Rod Wales was like a mad tiger. He used the advantage of being on a horse to use the spear in his hand as a machete. The blade of the spear flashed with golden light, creating dazzling arcs as it slashed at the Gold Knight standing on the ground like a storm.
The Gold Knight was not careless either. He used his sword that was flashing with golden light to parry the slashes from all directions. However, he was on the ground and holding a short weapon, so he was at a disadvantage. He had to take a small step back every time he parried.
Rod Wales's roar was like thunder. His last slash caused his opponent to take a few steps back.
He turned his horse around and used his spurs to hit the horse's abdomen. The warhorse beneath him neighed and galloped forward. Rod Wales shouted, "Kill!" He raised his spear and slashed down …
The Gold Knight on the ground had just regained his footing when he saw Rod Wales and his horse charging towards him. He let out a strange cry and straightened his stance. He raised his sword and prepared to block the slash again.
The spear slashed down like a bolt of lightning. Just as it was about to collide with the sword, it suddenly stopped and made a miraculous half circle, bypassing the sword. The slash turned into a stab, and the golden light from the sword flashed violently …
The knight on the ground did not expect his opponent to suddenly change his move. The sword that he was prepared to parry missed and realized something was wrong. However, he could no longer turn around. The shock in his eyes instantly turned into despair. With a 'puchi' sound, the blade of the spear sank into his chest.
"Go to hell." Rod Wales lifted the corpse of the Gold Knight with his spear and smashed it on the ground beside him. Blood flowed down the blade of the spear …
"Good job!" Laurist praised loudly. "Like a ferocious tiger, your moves are miraculous, and you killed the enemy in one strike. I'll call you Ross the Ferocious Tiger from now on. "
Rod Wales chuckled happily. "Thank you for the compliment, Sir. I'll be called Ross the Ferocious Tiger from now on."
"That's too unfair. I contributed a lot this time. Locke, you have to give me a name too." A voice sounded beside Laurist.
Laurist turned his head and saw that Aire had appeared beside him without a sound.
"Mm, I'll give you one too. Let's call you Shadow," Laurist said.
"Shadow Aire? Not bad, I like it. "Aire thought for a moment and was happy. He was very satisfied with this name.
"Right, I have something to ask of you. Sir, look up. "Aire pointed upwards.
Laurist raised his head and saw that the soldiers of the Iron Guards stationed on Bread Hill had been alarmed by the battle in the barracks below. They had hurriedly organized a group of people to light torches and descend the hill. They were already halfway up the hill.
"Looking at the number of torches, there should be at least a thousand of them. We only have a few dozen guards blocking the path down the hill. I'm afraid it'll be difficult to defend against them …" Aire reported.
"They're just seeking their own deaths. I wanted to trap them for two or three days and force them to surrender. Now is the perfect time. We'll charge up the hill and directly occupy their position." Laurist said as he looked at the flashing torches halfway down the hill.
"Blow the horn and inform the second prince to feint an attack to hold them back. Ross, I'll leave the barracks to you to clean up the mess. Gather a large group of soldiers and follow me up the hill. Aire, let's go. " Laurist urged his horse towards the back of the barracks. Aire grabbed a horse and followed behind. Padt and Redi, who were not far away, also chased after them when they saw them.
The sound of the bugle horn echoed in the night sky … ….
The second prince, who was pacing back and forth in front of the army, stopped and listened attentively. "Did you hear the horn? Krisya? "
The golden-haired female knight replied happily, "I heard it. It really is the horn."
"Locke and the others succeeded!" The second prince ordered excitedly, "Men, blow the horn in response. Raise the torches and set up the wooden carts. Approach the border …"
Not far from the wooden fence erected by the Madras Duchy to seal off the border, countless torches suddenly lit up. They were like the stars in the sky, bright as day. Countless people shouted the slogan "Kill, kill, kill!" in unison. The loud sound shook the heavens and the earth.
Clusters of candles were also lit up in the Liedana Fortress, illuminating the entire fortress. Guards wearing leather armors appeared on top of the fortress, nervously watching the torches in the distance converging into phalanxes, waiting for the enemy to cross the wooden fence. They would launch a storm of arrows to counterattack the moment those phalanxes crossed the wooden fence. … … … … … … …..
There was a sparse forest at the exit of the road leading down from Bread Hill. It was less than fifty meters away from the barracks. There used to be a dozen sentry posts, but they had long been taken care of by the guards who had sealed off the road.
The road was not wide, only about two meters long. The reinforcements from the mountain were about to come down. When Laurist arrived on his horse, he could already hear the shouting and the noise of marching.
The road was shaped like an S, and there were no enemies coming down from the hill. Without a word, Laurist unsheathed his sword and rushed up. He had just run a few dozen steps when he saw many soldiers from the Ironguard Legion holding torches turn around the corner in front of him. Seeing Laurist rush up, they thought he had come to report. A voice shouted, "Stop, what happened in the barracks below?"
Laurist did not say a word. Seeing the enemies in front of him, he suddenly shouted, "Kill!"
He pounced into the crowd of enemies, his longsword shining like stars. The enemies screamed and rolled down the road one after another …
Laurist split the waves and went against the flow …
The enemies on the road finally shouted, "Enemies, it's an enemy attack …"
The enemies on the road below were in a mess. They had to pay attention to their feet and defend against the enemies at the same time. They were in a mess and could not organize an effective attack against Laurist. Instead, the terrain was perfect for Laurist to use his full strength, causing them to suffer heavy losses.
The enemies on the road above started to retreat to the hill, but the enemies on the road below could not retreat even if they wanted to. Laurist was extremely fast, and he had already reached the waist of the hill. Enemies were everywhere, and he only cared about killing to his heart's content.
The soldiers of the Ironguard Legion were no match for him. Since they could not coordinate with each other, Laurist was able to fight with ease. Every move he made was a killing blow. The most pitiful ones were the soldiers he had left behind. Not only were Aire, Padt, Redi and the others charging towards him, the corpses of their comrades were also falling from above, smashing them into the ground.
Laurist chased the retreating enemies all the way to Bread Hill, focusing on the enemies with torches. Without the light from the torches, the soldiers of the Ironguard Legion did not know how many enemies were chasing after them. They only knew to run in panic, and from time to time, an unlucky soldier would fall down the hill with a long scream.
The silver moon hid behind the clouds again, and the hill was dark.
A familiar voice came from behind, "My lord, my lord, where are you …"
A few torches lit up at the entrance of the hill. Padt and the others had also climbed up the hill.
Laurist was about to reply when he felt a chill in his heart, and his hair stood on end. He hurriedly dropped to the ground and shouted, "Be careful, get down quickly …"
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