He did not even need to use the power of the law. Just by relying on his swordsmanship, he could make these people understand why he was the youngest Sword Saint in the kingdom.
"It's a Sword Saint!"
The noble knights finally came to their senses and began to retreat as their legs turned to jelly. They were not fools and naturally understood the real gap between them and a Sword Saint. There were only a few Sword Saints in the great Erouine, and there were many noble Knight like them who were just waiting to die.
As soon as the Knight fled, the attendants, who had no combat power, naturally could not stand still and began to retreat. When they reunited, they were a mess, but when they retreated, they retreated in an orderly manner like the tide, looking very experienced.
Some of the veterans were said to have escaped from the first War of the Black Rose until now. Those who were lucky enough to survive the repeated defeats of the war were not good at attacking, but they must be masters at retreating.
The illusionists in the tower also realized that something was wrong at the front line. A wizard of Sarsard, who heard the news, came down from the sky and stopped in front of Brando. This Silver Person looked down at Brendel with a reserved and proud expression. A mortal Sword Saint was considered a figure in the mortal world, but in front of the Silver Person, he was nothing. There were also Sword Saints among the Naxi who served the Saasalds and the Shaktar Knights.
However, he was slightly surprised that the other party was so young.
"A mortal genius," he said, "Among these insignificant insects, you can be considered a relatively outstanding existence. Unfortunately, you shouldn't have appeared in this place."
The wizard raised his staff and pointed at Brando.
"Sir, be careful, they are Silver People!" A voice warned. Brando looked in that direction, and the Knight of the White Lion Guards also noticed the situation here. Brando's appearance took a lot of pressure off them, so they had time to warn him.
However, the commander of the Knight of the White Lion Guards did not recognize Brando's identity and only thought that he was a Sword Saint of the royal family.
Brando did not point this out. He stretched out his hand and used the same trick again. The staff in the wizard's hand flew out of his hand and landed firmly in his hand after a beautiful arc.
The wizard was angry that his identity was exposed, so he used a silver lightning to stab at the commander of the Knight. However, when the staff flew out of his hand, the lightning miraculously flew in a circle in the air and then came to Brando's hand.
Brando held the lightning tightly. The lightning twisted and swayed in his hand like a struggling electric snake, making a buzzing sound and splashing platinum sparks, but it was unable to break free.
"So this is the power you're so proud of, Sarsard. Reckless, angry, blind, and arrogant. Is this what the knowledge you obtained from the White Tower tells you?" Brendel looked at the Sarsard Magus who was casting the spell. "Is this the power you're so proud of, Sarsard?
"You … you …"
The wizard was so scared that he was incoherent, and his face was no longer as confident as before.
Brando looked at him as if he was looking at a dead man. He was extremely calm, and the calmer he was, the stronger his contempt for the Sasard Alliance became.
There had never been a Silver Person or a Gold Person who was so despicable.
"Go to hell and repent. Martha will prepare a place for you there." Brando loosened his hand, and the lightning flew out of his hand, flying towards its original owner at a speed a thousand times faster than before.
In the wizard's horrified eyes, the lightning pierced through his magic shield like a straight javelin. All the magic shields on his body were shattered in an instant, and the lightning penetrated his chest. He screamed and turned into a piece of charcoal, falling to the ground.
"Those who indulge in power will die because of it. The wisdom you obtained from the White Tower did not tell you this. Even an outsider like me understands the reason why the Silver People are arrogant," Brando said indifferently. "That is because they are excellent and dare to take responsibility. How can you compare to those noble people?"
The remaining illusionists were so frightened that they stopped in their tracks.
"The … the highest of the supreme …"
The wizards at the back were like birds startled by the twang of a bow. They turned around and fled. For a moment, the periphery of the forest flashed with the brilliance of magic. In just a moment, not a single Sasard wizard could be seen on the battlefield.
Brando did not pay attention to these people. Even the 'Bugas' had retreated without a fight, and the remaining rebels did not dare to continue staying in the town of Orta. Orta was one of the most important roads to Menta, and if they could control it, they would be able to cut off the retreat of the Trentheim garrison in Menta Castle. However, everyone knew that they had to be alive to control this place.
Besides, victory or defeat was Duke Grinoires's business. They just wanted a piece of the pie, and it was not worthwhile to die for others. Therefore, no one needed to command them. In less than a quarter of an hour, these people had all fled.
Brando crossed the square and walked towards the commander of the White Lion Guards. He was bathed in blood and had many wounds on his body. There was also a broken arrow stuck in his right leg. Looking at the smooth cut on the arrow shaft, he must have cut it himself. He came to Brando with the help of several other Knights and bowed to Brando. It was the most noble etiquette. Obviously, the captain of the Knight finally recognized Brando's identity.
There were far more corpses of the rebels in the square than the White Lion Guards. Brando realized that his strict requirements for these young people and the high investment in the Tónigel territory had finally paid off. The White Lion Guards had become the seeds of a powerful army in the future of Erouine. As long as they took root and sprouted, it was not impossible for the kingdom to have a military force as strong as the Cruz people.
However, this army must be in the hands of people who had the ambition to revive the kingdom.
Many people did not realize what had happened, but through word of mouth, the White Lion Guards who were guarding Orta finally understood the reason for the sudden end of the battle. There were more and more people in the square, and the young people of the White Lion Guards who were heavily injured came closer.
"My … My Lord." The captain of the Knight was so excited that he almost could not control himself. He knelt on one knee in front of Brando. His action was like a signal, and all the young people on the battlefield knelt down one by one.
Brando helped him up.
"I'm back. As you can see," he replied. "The craftsmen of Sassard have despicably laid their hands on a mortal kingdom. The blood of the Silver Clan is no longer noble because of their despicable actions. You don't have to worry about Erouine perishing because from this day onwards, from this moment onwards, we will make them pay with their blood. "
"Those who have committed crimes will pay the price for their actions. I assure you."
"My Lord!" The captain of the Knight asked excitedly. "Are we going to launch a counterattack now? Has our fleet arrived? Where are they?"
Brando looked at him and at everyone present. They were all young faces, and some were even younger than him. They were the faces of teenagers, covered in dust and blood, but their eyes shone with hope for the future.
That hope was the love for this kingdom, for the homeland of the Erouine people.
There was no Erouine people who were born inferior to others.
This kingdom was the same.
Their Lord had proven this more than once in Ampere Seale and the Black Sword Fortress. If he could do it, so could they.
"Where we are, and behind us is Valhalla." Brando stretched out his hand, and a flag of stars, moon and lily automatically flew into his hand. "The counterattack has already begun. If you want to share this glory with me, pick up this flag and return to the battlefield with me —"
Every Knight raised the longsword in their hands.
Their swords were the answer in their hearts.
… …
The fortress was shaking, and dust was falling from the ceiling.
Retto leaned on the perforation with a cold face, watching the situation outside. His men were good, and once again repelled the enemy's attack. Those damned rebels retreated in a hurry after leaving a ground full of corpses. They even gave up a tower that they had previously occupied.
However, the former mercenary known as the Red Copper Dragon did not look relaxed at all. Instead, he looked serious and dignified.
Although the rebels' fighting spirit was shockingly poor, their advantage in military strength could not be ignored. In just a few hours of repeated fighting, the White Lion Guards and Menta's defenders had also lost a lot of men.
Such a loss of men was undoubtedly one disaster after another for their already stretched military strength.
In order to make up for the lack of military strength, they had to constantly shrink their positions. However, the depth of Menta Fortress was always limited, and Retto knew that there would be a time when they would have nowhere to retreat to.
Within his field of vision, many of the walls and fortresses had already raised the flags that represented the nobles of the Southern Region. The flags of the White Lion Guards and the stars, moon and lily, fell from his field of vision one by one.
He could not help but close his eyes tiredly.
This was already the last fortress that led to Menta Fortress. The city hall and the patrolling cavalry camp could not be lost, or they would completely lose the initiative in this battle.
However, hope was already so slim. Maynild told him that Valhalla would soon notice the abnormality here and mobilize troops to support them, but it would take at least half a day to get here from Schafflund.
Could they still fight for even two more hours?
… …
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