The icy wind blew the ice dust on the surface of the frozen sea, stirring up a thin layer of fog like waves. In the direction of Ovechin Bay, there was a small group of people who were slowly advancing against the icy wind.
"It's about time," Brando suddenly said after a while.
"It's about time?" Jutta looked at him in confusion.
"We can enter the city now," Brando replied.
Everyone looked at each other. Although the main force of the White Legion had left Ovechin, it was impossible for there to be no guards stationed in the city. Other things aside, they had not seen the White Legion's Drake Knight Regiment on their way here. Everyone knew that their lord had come here for a reason, but they could not guess what he was thinking. It was obviously unrealistic to rely on such a small number of people to ambush Ovechin. Even if they used a decapitation tactic, it was also impossible.
After all, the White Legion was one of the four most elite legions in the Empire. If they only had this much ability, it was obviously not enough to convince them.
However, Meyr and Jutta did not question Brando's decision. Only Taru asked casually, "My Lord, just us?"
After a short period of interaction, Brando was already used to this student from The Shire. Hence, he was not surprised by his question. He turned around and smiled mysteriously at him. "You'll know later."
"Later …?" Taru was puzzled. "Wait, my Lord. You know that I'm not afraid of death, but you're making me curious. What are we going to do?"
Jutta frowned. "Enough," she stopped him. "Just listen to my Lord's orders. You talk too much nonsense."
"It's okay," Brando said as he turned around and continued walking forward. His voice came from the front along with the cold wind. "Of course you have to know your target. And of course, we're going to occupy Ovechin."
"Occupy?" Meyr raised his eyebrows.
"O … Wei Xin?" Taru's jaw dropped: "My Lord, I didn't hear wrong, did I? With just the few of us?"
"I've already answered your question, haven't I?" Brando replied with a smile.
"Erm, alright." Taru shrugged. "But my Lord, you have to tell us how to do it, right?"
"Very simple. Who does Ovechin belong to?"
"The mayor of Ovechin is Count Brill, but the one who can make the decision now is probably the commander of the White Legion stationed in the city, Duke Ambunar," Meyr immediately replied.
"That's why we need to convince Duke Ambunar to give us Ovechin City," Brando replied without turning his head.
"Don't joke around, my Lord. There is no doubt that this is impossible." Taru shook his head disapprovingly, obviously treating Brendel's words as a joke that wasn't that funny.
"No, I'm not joking. Why is this impossible?" "Taru, didn't your teacher teach you that there's nothing impossible in this world?" Brendel grinned at Taru's astonished face and winked at him. "Taru, didn't your teacher teach you that nothing is impossible in this world?"
Hearing these words, everyone couldn't help but stop and look at each other. Myr furrowed his brows. He didn't even notice that his hood was blown up by the cold wind, and his long hair was fluttering wildly in the wind.
… …
The commander of the Drake Knight Legion, Hudson, stood by the turquoise river and looked at the dark city on the west bank. There were faint lights in the darkness, and the tall towers and temples outlined the outline of the city. Everything was peaceful and quiet, as if the war at Fathom Port had nothing to do with it. But Hudson knew that other than his Drake Knight Legion, only Baron Luke and Prince's troops were stationed in the city of the White Legion. Their defense was weaker than a piece of paper, and they were in danger of being ambushed at any time.
Although most people, including Duke Ambunar, did not believe that the eldest prince had the ability to attack Ovechin City, this did not stop Hudson from worrying.
His worries were groundless, but he still could not fall asleep. In the middle of the night, he put on his clothes and came to the turquoise river, hoping that the cold wind would clear his mind and clear his doubts. Finally, the darkness of the night made him feel a little more at ease. He hoped that the night would bring them good luck, just as the others wished.
But suddenly, he felt that the night had faded a little. This illusion startled him, and he quickly rubbed his eyes, only to find that it was not his perception that was wrong. A few hundred meters away, the Iron Wolf Bridge that crossed the turquoise river was only a silhouette in the darkness, but now the outline of the bridge was faintly outlined, and the white rocks that formed the bridge were clearly visible.
The light was still gradually getting brighter, but Hudson was terrified. He looked up with some difficulty and saw a line of golden light rising from the horizon. This golden light was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart. Outside of Awe Hin, half of the sky had turned from black to pale white. Then, a beautiful pink appeared beneath the clouds, as if the sublime inland sea had been set ablaze. It was incomparably dazzling.
This scene was not rare. For the past hundreds of years, Ovechin had to experience it almost every day. This was the sunrise, the arrival of the day.
The morning light was not shifted by anyone's will. It broke through the heavy darkness and sprinkled on the earth, enveloping everything in warmth. Ovechin's shadow was rapidly retreating, as if it had been defeated, and in an instant, it had retreated to the west of the turquoise river. In the face of this scene, Hudson did not feel the slightest warmth. He only felt a chill in his heart.
The undead of Madara had promised that the sun would set in three days, but now it was not even half a day.
"Captain, something big has happened!" Several knights hurriedly ran over from the direction of the dragon knights' camp.
"What are you panicking for? I'm not blind!" Hudson frowned and looked back, his heart full of anger. He did not know if it was because of the betrayal of the undead, or because of the panic of his men, but he gritted his teeth and scolded, "What are you waiting for? Go and prepare —"
His words were stuck in his throat.
In the sky above Ovechin, a bright circle of light appeared. The whole sky was buzzing, as if heralding the arrival of something. Everyone in the city stopped what they were doing. Hudson and his Knight looked up instinctively. Some citizens ran out of their homes to witness this strange scene.
Then, countless circles of light appeared in the sky. Mast after mast extended from the circle of light, then the bow of the ship, then half of the ship, and finally the entire ship sailed out of the circle of light. In the sky above Ovechin, countless warships appeared in an instant. It was as if the city had just been bathed in the sun, and then the sky suddenly darkened.
At that moment, the people of Ovechin understood what it meant to blot out the sun.
Countless silver sails flapped in the wind like the sea. For a moment, the entire sky above Ovechin seemed to be filled with this sound.
Hudson was petrified, and so were his Knight subordinates. Of course, they knew where these silver warships came from, but no one dared to act rashly. In order to ambush this fleet, all the air forces of the White Legion had been sent to the frontline by Duke Ambunar, but their prey had appeared in Ovechin, which was dozens of miles away from the frontline. Martha above, Hudson screamed in his heart. What exactly went wrong?
At this moment, there were at most a few Griffin Knight scouts in the city, but there were only a few of them. How could they fight against this fleet? Unless they were crazy. As for the others, were they going to let their infantry and cavalry fight against the fleet and kill the enemy with their minds?
Should they let the Griffin squadron back?
It was too late. Hudson's mind was blank.
Trentheim's fleet didn't launch an attack at the first moment.
…
In Kongwei Fortress, Duke Ambunar stood up with a serious expression and looked at the uninvited guest in front of him.
"Who are you?" Count Brill, who was destroying documents, also stopped what he was doing and looked up at the stranger who pushed the door open. His expression changed. "Who let you in? Where are the guards?"
Duke Ambunar reached out to stop his old friend.
"You must be the grandson of Darius, Count Tónigel, Mr. Brando," the duke said calmly. "What brings you here?"
The one who pushed the door open was Brando, followed by Jutta, Meyr, and Taru. Other than himself, the others looked as if they were facing a great enemy. Behind them, several guards dressed in the White Army's battle robes were lying on the ground in a disorderly manner. They had long lost consciousness.
Brendel was not surprised by Ambunal's question, but he was a little surprised that Ambunal was so familiar with him. It seemed that his grandfather was quite influential in the Empire. Not only Veronica, but even this duke, who was known as the 'Ghost Wolf' on the battlefield of the Holy War, was able to recognize Brendel's identity at once.
Compared to his identity as the Count of Tónigel, the people of Cruz were more sensitive to his identity as the descendant of Darius.
He thought that the Empire did not take him seriously. At most, it was because of the intervention of the Bugas that they paid so much attention to the White Legion, but it seemed that he had underestimated his influence. He knew that the White Legion was directly loyal to the Silver Queen. Since Duke Ambunar could recognize his identity, it meant that the Silver Queen, Constance, should also know of his existence.
For a moment, Brando felt a little flattered.
He thought for a moment, then waved his hand to signal Meyr behind him to close the door, and then smiled at the two people in the room. "Duke, I think it's time for us to sit down and have a good talk."
Ovechin's defense was weak. Although there were some masters in Fort Kongwei, they were still some distance away from him. In fact, in the entire White Legion, except for Ambunar, who was close to the supreme class, he did not have to worry about the others. Besides, he had the dimensional elements. In fact, he did not alert anyone when he entered the room, except for Count Brill and Duke Ambunar.
Duke Ambunar's face was as calm as water. He stretched out his hand, and the floating skeletal staff flew into his hand. He looked at Brando and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Surrender."
"Surrender?" Duke Ambunar was surprised. "Who surrendered to whom? Are you representing the eldest son to me?"
Brando was not angry. He replied, "Duke, you know what I mean."
Duke Ambunar did not speak. He was standing at a position where he could see the scene in Ovechin through the stone window. A moment ago, the cold wind howled in the harbor, and the scene of the night had disappeared. The bright sun shrouded the entire harbor, and the newly thawed dock was a mess. A little further away, the sky was filled with silver 'clouds'.
That was the Tónigel fleet.
The constant buzzing in the sky seemed to remind him of the final result of the battle. Although Her Majesty the Queen and the undead of Madara seemed to work together seamlessly, the result was that the White Legion had fallen into a huge trap.
He still did not understand what the problem was.
The Tónigel fleet did not attack.
But once the Erouine people, or the Buga people, started to attack, Ovechin would change hands in an instant, and even fall into a sea of fire. There were still troops of the White Legion in the city, but whether it was the Earth Dragon Knight Regiment, Baron Luke and Sir Prince's troops, they could not go up to the sky to fight with the floating fleet.
The other party had not attacked yet because the other party had given him an ultimatum.
Duke Ambunar knew that this ultimatum had been given a few seconds ago by the unbelievably young Count in front of him.
What was left was his choice.
"The descendant of the marshal is better than I thought." He raised the skeletal staff in his hand. "But it's impossible for me to surrender!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a white light pierced towards Brando.
Frost Wolf.
The emblem of the Telek family.
They were the most terrifying beasts of winter in the north of Brittan. They were ruthless, and they breathed the breath of winter. The mountain people believed that the winter wolves were the spokesmen of winter. Their appearance meant the arrival of winter, and when winter came, everything would be frozen, and it would be the season where all life would fall into stagnation and eternal sleep.
In the legends that circulated in the countryside, when the gods passed away in the last era, there would be an endless winter. Spring would not return, and after that would be the end of the world.
Endless winter.
This was Duke Ambunar's element.
In an instant, the temperature in the room dropped. Brando, who bore the brunt of it, shook his head as if he had expected this.
It was obvious that the Spirit Wolf's bad temper was not an undeserved reputation.
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