Some things were easier said than done. That was why there were so many empty talkers in the world.
On the battlefield, people would tell themselves that as long as they could overcome their fear of death, they would be able to face their fear easily. However, when the blade was about to touch their heads, they would often be able to understand the lightness of the Grim Reaper's footsteps from the indifferent eyes of the enemy.
Your head would fall to the ground, and the world would spin in front of your eyes. Finally, you would fall into dust. The battlefield would be filled with darkness and decay. The symbol that represented your existence — your name, your status, your beliefs, and your family — would be reduced to nothingness under this sword. After that, there would be no beginning or end. No one would know what the world after death would be, because it might not exist.
The mountains, rivers, forests, and plains would still be the same color. The sun, the moon, and the stars would still move side by side. The place where you left the world would be filled with white flowers and green grass, but you would not be able to feel all of this again.
Before a catastrophe, fear would seep into your bones, and then your heart would be bitterly cold.
Although Jutta was not a fledgling who had just stepped onto the battlefield —
Even though in the south of Erouine, the war between the nobles was full of small skirmishes, but as a mercenary, she had also experienced life and death several times. When a person experienced death and bathed in blood on the battlefield, there would be a complete transformation. Some veterans who walked out of the battlefield believed that it was because the person who had experienced all of this had released the beast in their heart.
Jutta did not know what the beast in her heart was. At this moment, she only felt an unprecedented seriousness. This kind of seriousness was the same as many years ago when she was alone and holding a long sword to face the bandits that appeared in the wilderness of Chabnuo Mountain. The cold wind blew away the sweat on her forehead, and her fiery red hair stuck to both sides of her forehead. However, she did not feel it at all. Her five fingers were tightly clenched on the sword. This sword was once given to her by the young lord. The red crystal on the hammer emitted a deep light under the night sky.
The tension in her heart came from the heavy responsibility. This responsibility came from the control of the fate of others. She was afraid that her decision would send these outstanding young people to their deaths. Although they had already disregarded life and death, who could guarantee that what they did was really meaningful? Would she be able to live up to the trust in their eyes?
Although Jutta had already become the leader, she was unable to answer these two questions.
She did not know that she was already standing at a crossroad. Countless people had stood at this crossroad. At this crossroad, human nature had to overcome cowardice. Some people chose to retreat, but even more people hit their heads and bled. They became cold, heartless, ignorant, and arrogant. Only a few people could truly see their own hearts and take that crucial step to become the best commanders.
This was a choice on the battlefield. On this square chessboard, the chess pieces had the courage of the chess pieces, and the chess players had to have the courage of the chess players.
The mountain wind blew through the treetops, making a soft rustling sound, as if it was mocking the meaningless killing in the mortal world. The gods had left long ago, but only their children were left to hurt each other.
The battlefield was littered with broken bones. The eerie white bones were buried between the rocks. A few black steel longswords were stabbed into the soft soil. If it were not for the black rose flag fluttering in the night wind, Jutta would almost think that this was the battlefield of Grinoires. There was no doubt that there had just been a battle here. The invaders were skeletons controlled by Cruz. She ordered Meyr to mercilessly crush these enemies. Compared with the Madara army in the Silverman Valley, these undead were not worth mentioning at all.
The battle ended quickly, and the necromancers did not have the ability to use the skeletons' vision to investigate. Besides, the skeletons had no vision to speak of. Therefore, they were likely not exposed yet. But this was nothing to be happy about, because the real challenge was yet to come. Everyone knew this in their hearts.
"This is a probing attack. The White Legion's Knight is likely to follow behind."
Jutta agreed with this view and nodded gently.
Sure enough, three ghost-like white dragons and the White Legion's Knight riding on them emerged from the forest. These people were obviously the vanguard of the Knight Regiment. The Cruz's side did not know how many enemies were lying in ambush behind the silver forest, so they were also carefully deploying their actions. Seeing that the Cruz's people were more cautious than expected, Jutta's eyes lit up. She immediately raised her sword and shouted in a low voice.
"Charge!"
She knew that she could not give the enemy too much time, lest they figured out the situation on her side. At this moment, there was no room for regret. Even if it was a mistake, she had to make it to the end.
The short command contained a special kind of power. The young Knight from Erouine launched a strong attack like a flash of lightning. The wind in the mountain pass was always abnormally cold. The grass swayed between the rocks, and the gravel was blown by the wind. In the face of all this, the Cruz's people were shocked. Heavy cavalry always had an overwhelming advantage when facing light cavalry head-on. In the eyes of the Cruz's people, these people who were rushing towards them were crazy.
But after all, they were professional soldiers. After a short moment of shock, they reacted quickly. They raised their spears and prepared to fight. This series of actions on the dragons was almost instinctive. Originally, these Knight's were the vanguard who came to investigate the enemy's ambush in any direction. If they found the enemy's ambush in any direction, they should immediately withdraw and inform the main force behind. But when they found that there were not many enemies, they thought that it was likely that they were the enemy's scouts. So, their first reaction was to meet the enemy.
This series of judgments made them miss the best opportunity to distinguish between the truth and the truth.
Although they did not think that they would lose.
Jutta maintained her position in the charge. She could already feel the oppressive feeling of the huge body of the dragon in front of her, especially when the distance between the two was getting closer and closer. She could even see the huge, cold, gray-brown eyes of the enemy, with vertical pupils that were characteristic of cold-blooded animals. A Knight was sitting on the high and smooth back of the dragon. She could not see the face of the Cruz's person, but he was holding a three-meter-long dragon spear and thrusting it towards her.
The depths of Jutta's jade-like eyes shrunk to a deep point. In the glittering light, the tip of the spear was reflected. The tip of the spear pierced the neck of the warhorse, making a series of crisp sounds of bones breaking. But before that, Jutta had instinctively jumped from the saddle. The warhorse fell under her feet, whining and rolling down the mountain stream.
She passed by the dragon and grabbed the metal buckle on the opponent's saddle in mid-air. The Cruz Knight was a little surprised, but not too surprised. He pulled out his sword — the standard cavalry sword of the White Legion. It was longer than an elbow and a half, with a short blade and a thick blade. There was a weight added to the blade, so when he swung the sword, it was like a curved black moon, towards Jutta.
Most people could not change their direction in the air, but this was obviously an exception.
Suddenly, a red sword appeared in Jutta's hand. "Flame!" She shouted angrily, and a dazzling flame appeared on the tip of the sword. The Knight did not have time to react before he was engulfed in flames.
"Ah —!" The Knight let out a shrill scream, and the sword in his hand flew out towards Jutta.
Jutta dodged sideways, and the sword flew past her cheek.
"Her weapon —!" The Knight's companions finally noticed the change in the battle. They tightened the reins, trying to turn their behemoths around to support their companions.
But Jutta would not give them the chance. "Meyr, hold them back!" She shouted, and at the same time, she kicked the chest of the knight who was burned beyond recognition. Because the dragon knight was fastened to the saddle with a belt, this kick only caused the knight to sway a little.
That was enough.
She had already landed firmly on the drake's back. She reached out and grabbed the knight's helmet, forcing him to tilt his head back to reveal the weakest part of his neck. Then, she slit his throat with her sword. Steaming hot blood spurted out, covering her gloves and wrists. Jana's expression did not change. She sheathed her sword and swung it hard, cutting off the leather straps on the knight's thighs and calves. Then, she tossed him off the drake's back as if he was trash.
The remaining Knight Cruz could not help but be angry when he saw this scene. He roared, "Damn it!"
They immediately left Meyr and the others and turned to attack in this direction.
Of course, this decision was not only driven by anger, because Jutta, who had seized the dragon, was now the biggest threat to them. The scout cavalry alone was not a threat to heavy Knight like them, but the rider on the dragon's back was different — not to mention that this woman had shown first-class strength.
Moreover, she had a fantasy weapon in her hand.
In a battle of this level, this weapon was the power that could change the outcome of the battle.
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Sir Marory was quietly waiting for the results of the battle. He did not know how many enemies there should be behind the forest. Judging from the previous performance, it should not be too many, but no one dared to guarantee that. War was not a gamble. Perhaps this was just a means to confuse them?
Therefore, he carefully sent out a few vanguard teams and let the main force follow closely behind. The free time was just enough for the skeletons to regroup. The false alarm just now had wasted a lot of time. He faintly felt that something was wrong. He could not help but subconsciously look in the direction of the Lache Mountains. In that direction, a huge fireball was gradually sliding below the horizon. On one side of the dark blue sky, Wei Yuetimis outlined a silvery white silhouette.
It was not early anymore.
He turned his head back a little anxiously. In front of him was a pitch-black sea of Shining Silver Trees. In fact, it was not that thick. Fog had already started to form in the forest. Shadows flickered, and it was silent. Only the rustling of footsteps echoed in his ears, as well as the heavy footsteps of the Earth Dragon. The silent darkness was more like a terrifying monster, quietly waiting for its prey.
"Why hasn't anyone come back yet?" He finally could not help but ask. This kind of silent and uneasy waiting was suffocating.
"The skeletons sent out are all gone." The middle-aged man dressed as a wizard said in a lower voice, "But they were not destroyed fast enough. The enemy may be really short of manpower."
"But my people haven't come back yet." Sir Marory frowned and replied.
"They probably won't come back," the middle-aged man replied with a frown. "But we can't be held back here by them." He looked back and said, "My servants are ready. It's time to give the order, Commander."
Sir Marory looked at the flickering forest again and hesitated for a moment. He knew that the middle-aged man was probably right. The enemy dared to hold them back even though they were short of manpower, which meant that they were probably an elite force. If that was the case, then the vanguard he sent out might really not come back.
But if he guessed wrong, then a wrong order would bury the entire army here. Perhaps his own death would not be regretted, but if that secret fell into the enemy's hands, he could not help but shudder at the thought of it.
But he could not stay still. The feeling of uneasiness was still lingering in his heart.
On the other side of the forest, the last drake fell heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Beside the huge body of the drake, Jutta was bathed in blood. The two young men were also seriously injured. Only Meyr was in a slightly better condition, but he was also injured.
The battle did not last long, but for Jutta and the rest, it was a long battle. The White Legion Knight's strength was outstanding. Except for Jutta, even the most outstanding among the young men, Meyr, was far behind. If Jutta had not taken out one of the vanguard at the beginning and used the advantage of the weapon in her hand and the deterrence of the explosive crystal, they would have paid a heavy price even if they had taken down the vanguard cavalry in the end. Casualties were inevitable, and they might not have been able to stop the vanguard from reporting to the main force.
Fortunately, everything went well. Cruz's army was still moving very slowly, which at least meant that everything they had done so far was worth it.
But after all, the delay was not endless.
It seemed that the commander of the Cruz army had finally made up his mind. Meyr squinted his eyes. He could already see the dense banners of the Cruz Knight regiment behind the Silver Flash Forest slowly moving forward. Although the undead army behind them did not have any banners, they should be following closely behind. Perhaps they were even in front.
"They're coming." Meyr replied a little dryly. Although he had the determination to face death from the moment he became a Knight, when he really waited until this moment, he realized that he might not be fully prepared. It was not because of fear or cowardice, but because he was unwilling to accept the fact that he was not fully prepared.
How could he die in such a place?
Jana didn't say anything. She just nodded quietly.
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