Instead, it was the bright moon, the slender stars, the pure lilies, and the silver flag fluttering in the wind.
A wave of cheers suddenly erupted from the battlefield.
The young man shuddered and subconsciously rubbed his eyes, finally realizing that he wasn't hallucinating. He truly saw the flag that belonged to the Royal Family of Corvado.
"Reinforcements?!"
Maynild stood up abruptly. The female Knight's tears were still wet as she looked in that direction in astonishment. Behind the sea of rebels surrounding the fortress, a few streets away, flags of stars, moon, and lilies were being erected.
But where were those troops from?
The Royal Knight Regiment?
Or the White Lion Regiment?
Which direction did they come from? How was this possible?
Maynild's mind was also in a mess. This female knight, who had always been calm, felt her heart in a mess for the first time. She didn't understand who it was that had come to this place at this moment.
But the thunderous cheers on the battlefield answered her question.
It was the reinforcements from Macsen City.
Maynild saw the Copper Dragon Retto at the front, as well as the veterans of the November War beside him. The flag in their hands was not the war flag of Tónigel or Abies.
It was the symbol of the kingdom.
The flag of the Royal Family of Corvado.
At that moment, the female Knight understood what they were trying to say.
Today, here.
We have forgotten the estrangement between us, our allegiance to different factions.
We will die as Erouine's soldiers.
And all our faith will be placed on this flag.
From now on, this kingdom will be reborn from the ashes of the flames.
At that moment, Maynild suddenly understood Brando's faint smile, the undisguised confidence in the eyes of the Allium Japonicum, the blind trust the princess had in everything here, and the fear in the hearts of the traditional nobles of Erouine.
She also understood why every Tónigel was filled with hope for the future of the kingdom.
Because they were here.
To witness all of this happening.
She stood there in a daze, subconsciously clenching her teeth. Her body even began to tremble uncontrollably. Tears once again gushed out, but only her fists were still tightly clenched.
"Miss Maynild, it seems to be Mr. Retto and the others … But they don't have many people, why would they come here …"
The young man suddenly stopped talking.
He saw the female Knight looking back at him and snatching the sword from his hand.
Maynild slowly unsheathed her sword and raised it high. She faced the entire battlefield and all the White Lion Knights on the battlefield.
She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Today!"
"We might not win."
"But Erouine won't fail either."
"Those who fear everything will eventually suffer the consequences of their own actions."
"Let us once again fight for Erouine, and let this ancient kingdom rise from our bones."
"Because before today, it has never existed."
"But after today, we will be proud of our identity as Erouine's people!"
The knights all turned their heads around.
When they saw Maynild, they all raised their swords.
"Fight for Erouine!"
It was an oath to abandon everything —
Dark Ko Hua turned around and looked at the panting Maynild disapprovingly. "You can't win. The level of morale won't determine the outcome of this battle. Your enemy is thousands of times stronger than you. You should understand that your reinforcements are just some remnants."
"So what?" Maynild smiled and then coughed twice. She replied weakly, "But we can't lose. They can kill us, but they can't kill Erouine."
"So he really didn't lie to me and Her Highness …"
"So he really didn't lie to me …"
The Knight gently pressed the sword wound on her chest.
"Miss … Allium Japonicum, are you still alive …?"
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"What a bunch of fools!" Seeing this, Duke Grinoires cursed in a low voice. "Count Manowell, Baron Chablis, the enemy only has a few hundred people. We have already wasted a few hours here. Can't you take down a mere sluice gate?" His face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip from his face.
"My lord, the enemy's Druids are too powerful, and the reinforcements from Fort Macsen are also very troublesome. They are experienced in dealing with wizards. With the buildings in Fort Macsen as their cover, the Buga's Lords can't do anything to them. At most, they can hinder their attack."
"Unless … unless my lord agrees with the Buga's Lords to use magic to raze this fort to the ground. That's what the Buga's Wizards said."
"Shut up," Duke Grinoires waved his hand as if he was shooing away flies. "Our goal is not this Fort Macsen. There are still the Subterrane Dwellers and that terrifying fleet in the south. Do you want to alarm them? Go, continue the attack. Your opponents seem to be the survivors of the November War, but their numbers are not large. I'll give you one more hour. This is your last chance. "
After driving away the two nobles, the Duke of Grinoires's face became gloomier.
The uneasiness in his heart grew even stronger. They had been in Fort Minde for more than six hours. They thought that it was just a small fortress that could be easily taken down, but it had held them back for such a long time. And this was under the condition that they had made all the arrangements in advance.
In the south, there was Valhalla's fleet, as well as the main forces of the Subterrane Dwellers and the White Lion Guards. If the Tónigel were prepared in advance, then it would be a bitter and difficult battle.
However, Duke Grinoires did not want to burn this place to the ground. To be precise, he did not want to lose too much of his strength. He knew very well that after this battle, if the nobles in the south won, the kingdom would at least regress by a few decades and return to the chaotic situation before the Age of Prosperity. And the best case scenario would be to return to the situation before the Battle of Ampere Seale.
Duke Grinoires did not have any feelings about the future of the kingdom or the fate of others. What he cared about was that in such an environment, the strength at hand was the only weight that could guarantee his position.
Although the Buga people said that they would stay behind to maintain order in Erouine after the war, it was hard to say whether they would continue to cooperate with him. He knew very well the intentions of the Buga people. They would not take Erouine seriously. If the previous promise could be fulfilled, it was already beyond his best expectations.
But it did not matter. They were using each other anyway. He also needed the strength of these Silver Folk to fight against the rapidly expanding Royal Family of Covardo and these Tónigel people.
It turned out that at least he had taken the right step. If it were not for these Buga people, they would not be a match for the Tónigel people at all.
The Duke of Grinoires was shocked by this. He really could not understand how the Tónigel people could be so brave and good at fighting. In the past, he had never heard of this place being full of brave warriors. In fact, Tónigel had always been on the periphery of the kingdom's political scene. The Knight here had never won any glory on any battlefield. But since the arrival of the descendants of the Sword Saint Darius, everything had changed.
Could it be that the bloodline of the Cadiloso family was so powerful? It had the power to turn something rotten into something magical. What was even more puzzling was that these people seemed to have a fanatical loyalty. Even if the Count of Tónigel was not here, they would still be willing to risk their lives for their lord.
This made the Duke of Grinoires furious. Looking at his cowardly and selfish retainers, he felt that his dignity as a noble was being insulted.
Not to mention that even the Druids were working for that guy. He had never heard of these mystics living in the forest paying any attention to the nobles of the outside world. They even rejected the invitation of the Cruz Empire, but they favored a mere young boy.
With this thought in mind, the Duke of Grinoires angrily spread out the map and once again confirmed the situation of the war. Although the rebel offensive had suffered a setback in Fort Menta, at least in Orta and Cape Gap, the progress was smooth.
Baron Palad Donno, the feudal lord of the south of Viero and a former member of the Royal Faction who was known for his prowess in battle, had led his knights to conquer the town of Tegan, north of Fort Menta. Now, they were heading straight for Gars Ferry from the direction of Cape Gorge, cutting off Menta's retreat route.
On the other hand, his trusted aide, the Redbud Count, was traversing through the forests to the east of Allertay. They had set out from Palas to attack Schafflund, and when the encirclement of Fort Mentai was complete, they would coordinate with the Bugas to launch an all-out assault on the so-called undefeatable fortress of Trentheim.
This was also the most important point of attack. Two experienced Knight lords and their squires were in charge of covering the left and right flanks.
This army had conquered several villages and manors to the north of Schafflund three hours ago. It could be considered a series of victories. Although there had been no news since they entered Grahal Valley, the Duke of Grinoires was not surprised. Before the general attack, this army should be in a state of silence.
They still had the Wyvern Knight of the Southern Legion to guard the sky, so he did not think that this army would have any problems.
On the battlefield of Fort Macte, the main forces of Count Yanbao and the Southern Army of Grinoires were gathered. There were also seven or eight brave and skilled nobles. The total number of troops was more than twenty thousand, which was almost ten times the number of the defenders of Fort Macte. There was also the support of the Buga sorcerers. Although they may have been delayed for some time, as long as the other two armies did not encounter any problems, victory was still within their grasp.
Everything was under control, but the Duke of Grinoires could not help but feel a sense of trepidation.
He silently observed the terrain around Fort Minte on the map. He couldn't help but wonder from which direction the enemy would attack from if possible.
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