"Dad, look! Those are the White Lion Guards!" The young man was trembling with excitement, "I heard that they are Count Tónigel's personal Knight Guards!"
The middle-aged hunter had a strange expression on his face. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he did not. He could only stare blankly at the White Lion Guards marching down the huge vines that extended to the ground in an orderly manner. Throughout the entire process, there was no other sound other than the dull and uniform sound of their metal gauntlets.
No one was whispering to each other, and there were none of the nobles' private soldiers or even Knight Guards that they had seen in other places. Almost everyone walked past them without looking at them. There was no unnecessary eye contact, but the middle-aged hunter felt a chill run down his spine.
He had seen Braggs's Southern Legion in Manorville before. Those Knight Guards were considered elite. It was said that during the First War of the Black Roses, they had fought against the skeletons of Madara more than once. Compared to the private soldiers of the nobles who were defeated by the undead, they were considered elites.
It was said that the Southern Legion had also stood against Count Tónigel in the war led by Duke Grinoires. He was not optimistic about the Count's future. No matter how powerful he was, how many private soldiers and Knight Guards could he have?
But now, he could not think of any of these thoughts. He only felt a chill run down his spine, as if he was sweating profusely.
When Gaspard rode past the hunters on his horse, he did not think that they would have such complicated thoughts. He did not even look at them. There were too many hunters like them in the Menta Forest. He was just a little surprised that they were still here at this time of the year. For the past two weeks, most of the residents in this direction had been evacuated by Jutta to the north and west of Abies.
However, that was all he had in mind. Facing the chilly northern wind, he pulled down his metal mask, leaving only a pair of sparkling eyes exposed. Gaspard let out a long breath. The hot breath immediately turned into mist when it met with the cold, forming a thin white mist outside of his mask. He watched as the snowflakes fell on his metal armor and disappeared. He knew that this was another expedition of the White Lion Guards. But whether it was for himself or for the kingdom, this battle might have an unusual meaning.
The backbone of the White Lion Guards Knight had a vague premonition that perhaps from this moment on, the future of the kingdom would take a path that no one had ever imagined.
Countless people had been moving forward on this path, but they had lost their way. But at this moment, the fog had dissipated, and they had finally taken a step forward. In this slight sense of unreality, Gaspard seemed to have seen another future. In that future, the kingdom was struggling and burning in flames. Countless living beings were crying and screaming. He couldn't help but shudder.
At the same time, he returned to reality.
Gaspard looked back at his subordinates. Most of the soldiers of the White Lion Guards were actually of the same age as him. Many of them even came from this land. As for him, he was just one step ahead of these people.
Participating in the battle of Ampere Seale was perhaps the greatest pride of his life, but this pride would continue today.
The Knight drew his sword and pointed it forward, letting out a deep roar from his throat.
"White Lion Guards, advance!"
It took the hunter and his son a while to recover from their shock. The White Lion Guards had long disappeared into the forest, and the young man was still restless, as if he had not had enough. But his father had already sensed the danger. Such a military mobilization was not a small matter, and they had witnessed it with their own eyes — and this strange fortress. The middle-aged hunter even trembled a little. He held his son's shoulder in fear, afraid that he would be killed by the enemy immediately.
The dwarf had already run down from the vines. Odum had once vowed to build an impenetrable fortress, and the minimum requirement for such a fortress was that it did not have a gate. Although this design was criticized by Amandina, it was fortunate that Valhalla's unique power made this ridiculous design a reality. Its gate was now replaced by the roots and vines of the World Tree, and achieved unexpected results in terms of defense.
Of course, the old dwarf took the credit for this lucky hit as his own.
The hunter was scared half to death by a fully-armed dwarf with a battle-axe in hand. He almost collapsed to the ground. He hurriedly pulled his son to the ground and knelt, begging, "No, my lord, please don't kill us! We didn't see anything, and I promise we won't say a word. Or at least, please let my child go. He's still young and doesn't know anything. "
His actions startled Odum, and the dwarf glared at him, "Martha above, what nonsense are you talking about? Who wants to kill you? Valhalla is about to teleport, and you can't stay here. Just as well, there's a lord who wants to see you. Count yourself lucky, come with me to the city."
"What?"
"Can we enter Valhalla Fortress?" The young man was originally uneasy, but he was still a young man after all. When he heard the dwarf's words, he could not help but stand up excitedly, "Are you serious, Mister Odum?"
"Of course."
The dwarf thought for a moment and added, "I'm the one in charge here."
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Brando quickly saw the town of Orta in the forest from the sky. This town was just a few miles south of Fort Menta. If the rebels had already launched an attack on Fort Menta, they would definitely not let this place go. As expected, there was a small-scale battle taking place in the town below. The two sides were engaged in a tug-of-war around the center of the town. The rebels had clearly entered the town.
Brando could clearly see the two sides fighting. The ones in charge of defending the town were a group of Whitelion Knights, while the attackers were dressed in all sorts of robes and carried the banner of Grinoires. It seemed like they were the army of the nobles of the southern border. The attackers outnumbered the defenders by several times, but the Whitelion Knights did not back down. They were able to repel the waves of attacks from their opponents several times.
But soon, the figure of a wizard appeared in front of the rebel army. He wore a blue robe and was a Saasaldian illusionist. Brando knew that the young Whitelion Knights were more than enough to deal with a noble Knight, but they were unable to retaliate in front of these craftsmen and fell from the sky.
Tower illusionists were grade 7 soldiers in the game. They were much stronger than the Whitelion Knights that he had personally trained.
As soon as he landed, he attracted the attention of the rebels. The Buga wizards had their own means of communication, so they were naturally extra vigilant against this unfamiliar intruder. Under their orders, a dozen rebel Knight immediately surrounded him, followed by a large group of attendants and private soldiers.
Brando did not even look at them. He walked forward and passed through the central square of Orta. His arrogance had obviously angered these bloodthirsty noble Knight. They roared and rushed over, waving their swords in an attempt to teach this ungrateful fellow a lesson.
But Brando simply pulled out the Holy Sword Oderfeiss. When the first Knight and his warhorse galloped to his side, Brando raised his sword to block. The man's arm holding the sword flew out, and then he knelt on the ground with his horse. The Knight on the saddle was bound by the stirrup, but he still flew off the horse's back and landed heavily on the ground. The hundred-pound armor crushed his spine.
Brando continued to move forward, and the Knight charging towards him was torn apart like broken puppets. They either lost their heads but still charged forward with their warhorses, or were directly split in half. It seemed like it was just a blink of an eye, and more than a dozen noble Knights were all dead.
For Brando, this level of battle was not worth mentioning. At this moment, even if he returned to Lushta, he could easily defeat the supreme powers of Cruz and the others. After returning to the modern world from the Realm of Stagnation, his biggest gain was a new understanding of the laws of this world.
When he realized that all of this was a legacy from the previous era, the latent power in his bloodline seemed to have awakened. The power of law was no longer hazy to him like a cloud of fog, but the true truth.
That power was so strong that sometimes it even gave him the illusion that he was drifting away from this world. He felt like he was a god. Although he was clearly in the modern world, he felt like he was overlooking everything from the clouds. There was a sense of distance between him and the continent of Wohnde.
And the people around him felt it even more clearly, especially the people of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. Other than the previous feelings of gratitude and worship towards this lord, there was also a deep sense of awe.
According to Hainf's words, walking beside the count was like accompanying a giant dragon. Every breath it took made one tremble with fear.
Brando also felt the same way. He could feel the assimilation of this world. This was the instinctive closeness of the laws of Tiamat to the power of existence. He had experienced this feeling in The Amber Sword, but at that time, it was not as clear as now.
The battle with the noble Knight was not even comparable to the time he used to kill low-level monsters in the novice area. Even though the continuous short-distance jumps had consumed a lot of his power of order, it was still too easy to deal with these people.
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