Amandina and The Shire did not speak for a long time.
Only the core members of Brando's faction knew what the upcoming battle meant. Tónigel had been preparing for it for a long time, but it was still rushed.
Many people thought that the battle between Madara and Erouine would take a long time, and that the Roman Black Rose would not be able to challenge the limits of the human world again and again. But what was the truth?
Reality proved that Brendel was right once again.
The voices of doubt in the outside world had died down, and Tónigel had to do his best for this battle. Only a few people could understand what had happened in these three years.
Valhalla's silver fleet was only a part of its strength.
The Shire spoke again after a long time: "Also, I heard that Levin Ornessen Seifer's sister is heading south with their expeditionary force."
"Is that Miss Kiara?"
He nodded: "Will it be troublesome?"
Amandina shook her head lightly.
"The hatred between House Seifer and House Covardo has become the key to Aouine's future in this era. The eldest son of the king is a very knowledgeable person, and I understand his thoughts. Her Highness and I will take care of this matter, don't worry."
"Then I'm relieved."
… …
The wind in the Misty Hills had calmed down. It was the trade wind known as Tirnope. It blew from the Sea of Dusk, passed through Lantonilan's path, and crossed the wide Lake Vallenden. It reached the southern foot of the Dwarven Ring Mountains. Usually, it would bring rain from the sea, but before the last season of the Year of the Sword, the north of Majitan was still dry and dry.
The sun was bright and beautiful, and it passed through the leaves and landed on the girl's serious face.
The young girl silently put down the brass binoculars in her hand, the childishness that belonged to her youth had completely faded away. The only trace of the country girl that belonged to Bucce could be found on this face, in the depths of her flaxen colored eyes.
"There are traces of Undead activity in the east of Magitan, but the scale is not large. It should be their vanguard, blocking the exit between Chablis and Sapphire Mountain, Sir Knight."
"But we have no way to confirm the situation in the direction of Fort Kurkel. The undead have sealed off the path in the maple forest. The cavalry can't pass through there. So we can't confirm where Viero's army is now, or if they still exist."
Freya stretched her hand behind her head and tidied her long ponytail. Then, she turned around and stared at the tactical map spread out on the ground.
Not far away, the Knight captains of Erouine's Royal Knight Regiment were gathered in a circle. After hearing the report of the scout Knight, they immediately looked at the tactical map and began to make gestures.
The Undead were stationed in Karto Village and the east of Magitan's riverbank. They were made up of two large groups of soldiers, and the ones in charge of commanding them were high-grade liches, and there should be at least one necromancer.
The Undead Army was active in the south of Magitan at night, and they continuously recruited soldiers from the graveyard and the wilderness. Today, the scale of the low-grade skeleton soldiers had increased by a few times.
Although these weak skeletons could not withstand a single blow from the heavy cavalry, but when their numbers increased by a few times, they were still a problem.
Not to mention that there was also a small group of Black Knight in the two large groups of Undead.
"Is there an air force?" Among the Knight, Carglise Haberto raised his head and asked.
"There are bone vultures, and there should be ghosts in the forest. But we can't get too close to Karto Village. Rumor has it that there are a few bone dragons stationed there, but we haven't seen them yet."
"Rumor is not reliable." A Knight replied.
"But no matter what, we have to take down this line of defense and open up a path to Shallow Water Town." As the commander of this army, Carglise waved his hand and answered firmly.
Like the other Erouine Royal Knight, he was not nervous at all as it was his first time fighting the Undead. On the contrary, he was a little excited.
As a born soldier, he missed the first War of the Black Rose and the Battle of Silverman. Although he participated in the battle of Ampere Seale, it was only a civil war in Erouine. The glory of a Knight should be seized in a foreign war, and obtained from his former opponents.
Fortunately, he would not miss this opportunity. Now that the north and south of the kingdom were gradually leaning towards peace, after the princess and the king's eldest son came to an agreement, Erouine would definitely go all out to fight the Black Rose of the Roman Empire.
In Carglise's view, this was a national war.
And they, as the ones who started this war, would forever be engraved in the kingdom's history.
He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, "Listen up, everyone. Now we have to first come to an agreement. We came to this place through the Dwarven Ring Mountains, but obviously, we are not here to enjoy the natural scenery of the Misty Hills, although it is indeed beautiful."
The Knight chuckled.
"We came here for only one goal, and that is victory. No matter where the enemy is, no matter how many there are, we only have one goal, and that is victory."
Carglise's gaze swept across everyone present, and finally landed on Freya.
"Do you have any objections?"
"Of course not."
"Of course."
"Cut the crap, Carglise. Just say what you want to say."
The Knight replied at once.
"Fallacy?"
"Cut the crap, Carglise. You know what kind of person I am." The highest commander of the Royal Knight Regiment, the Knight Captain of the Royal Knight Regiment, Baron Fallacy, did not even look at Carglise as he replied coldly.
"Alright then," Carglise continued to look at Freya, "At least we know one thing, Miss Freya. If there are Bone Dragons among the undead —"
"They won't exist."
"Very well, then we will leave it all to you, Miss Valkyrie of Ampere Seale," Carglise said as he drew his sword.
Mou Ke glanced over and silently unsheathed his sword as well.
The Royal Knight drew their swords.
Freya unsheathed her own sword and placed its gleaming blade on top of everyone's swords, intersecting them with each other.
"May you live forever —"
"May the Black Pine be evergreen —"
"May your sword shine forever —"
"Long live Erouine!"
"Long live the King!"
A quarter of an hour later, more than ten pegasi with four hooves burning with raging flames soared into the sky from the forest. Under the leadership of a knight riding a snow-white wind-riding foal, they flew towards the south of Majitan.
Freya sat steadily on the saddle of Lone Lightning, holding her spear without saying a word.
The wind blew her hair in front of her forehead, and the silver mark of the Valkyrie flashed faintly.
"We did it!"
"Mother Marsha above, how could we witness such a scene!"
In Valhalla, the Cloud Giant Craftsmen in the Valuren Warrior Hall suddenly cheered. They were the people of wind and lightning, and were the most unrestrained people. Some of the people in the crowd immediately picked up a wooden bucket and drank, and in the midst of the joyous noise, laughter could be heard from time to time.
Fairy Lady Tania frowned at this scene. Unlike fairies like Fiyas, as allies of the Bugas, the Light Fairies had always been elegant and disciplined, and it was really unbearable for these dancing giants.
But she didn't say much, because this moment was indeed worthy of celebration for these people of wind and lightning.
Someone among the giants shouted, "Go tell the Lord, quick, go tell the Lord this good news!"
"No, Meos, you idiot, the Lord isn't here, go tell Lady Amandina!"
"Yes, and Her Highness the Princess!"
"Lady Brunhilde, don't forget, she and her sisters are back too!"
The strange cries of the giants immediately rang through the hall.
The leader of the Cloud Giant Craftsmen, Babu, came to the Fairy Lady with an apologetic smile, and bowed slightly to the latter, although it was a bit comical for him to bow to a floating point of light with his huge body.
"I'm sorry, Lady Tania, my people are too excited. After all, after more than ten thousand years, we can finally restore the glory of the Cloud Temple again."
"I can understand."
"This is all thanks to your generous provision of the River Gold and the Windrider Foals."
"They weren't generous at all. There was a reason why they were called the 'damned stingy wizards' before the Ashen War, if not to fulfill their deal with your Liege. Of course, the truth was that due to the fall of Onechi, there were a few times when they wanted to renege on their debt, but Lord William didn't allow it."
The Fairy Lady didn't seem to have the slightest intention of covering up for her people or allies. She looked at Babu and replied with a mocking tone.
"Uh, that's really bad."
Tania looked at the stairs outside the hall that seemed to be made of silver, with hundreds of stairs going straight to the clouds, like the legendary Kingdom of Silver.
And it was indeed the Kingdom of Silver.
"Behind that door, is the homeland of the Silver Clan?"
"Yes."
"Unfortunately, we can't go back anymore …"
… …
Time passed by minute by minute. Since the Eternal Darkness, the Order established by the seventh slate in the Tónigel region descended from the Law of Tiamat. The sun had risen for seven hours.
It was already after lunchtime, but Master Alchemist Tamar's hut was still deathly silent.
Only the occasional sound of tools colliding with objects could be heard.
When it was close to dawn, the apprentices changed a batch of candles, but after a few hours, they were once again completely burned out. The alchemist apprentices wearing coarse robes had to light another batch of suet candles.
Then they carefully placed them on the candlesticks, trying not to make the slightest sound.
But it was at this time that Tamar suddenly looked up, and he took a crystal off the workbench with a click. The sudden sound startled everyone.
Everyone looked over at the same time.
Tamar silently handed the crystal in his hand to the apprentice beside him, and at the same time to his only son. The latter carefully took the crystal and asked.
"It's done, Father?"
Tamar nodded.
"Go and ask Miss Amandina to come over."
"Tell her that I was fortunate to have completed the task. Just as the Lord said, a new era has come."
After a moment of silence.
Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering cheer in the hut.
On this day, a month and a half after the Second War of the Black Rose began, and three weeks before the Harvest Festival.
A new kind of fire was born in this world.
It was ahead of history by seventeen years.
… …
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