When the last noble Knight on the battlefield was beheaded, the White Lion Knights did not stop and continued to charge in Matthew's direction. There were not many of them, but their aura was so powerful that the riverbank trembled slightly. The White Lion Knights were mounted knights, but when they mounted their warhorses, they were the most powerful cavalry in the kingdom.
"Lower … the spears …" Matthew felt that his voice was out of tune. He had never been so nervous, not even when he was facing an army of skeletons during the first War of the Black Roses.
He knew that if he lost this battle, he would not have the chance to regret it.
The rows of spearmen lowered their spears. Then, a spell descended from the sky and landed on these inferior spears, causing the tips of the spears to shine with a faint purple light. "Enchantment spell!" Matthew was startled, and he subconsciously raised his head. Only then did he realize that a wizard had cast a spell on his team. This discovery made him extremely excited. With the enchantment of the spell, the spearmen could finally threaten the Knight.
Of course, he might not be able to win, but at least his opponents would be wary of him. It would be best if they could bypass him and go for the weaklings behind him.
At this critical juncture, Matthew could not help but think of preserving his strength.
Unfortunately, the choice was not in his hands.
He was soon shocked to find that the White Lion Knights seemed to be dismissive of his battle formation. The Tónigel Knights did not even stop for a moment and charged directly at him.
Matthew even faintly heard a person giving an order. "Speed up, charge!"
It was a calm, but very young male voice.
"Are you crazy?!" Matthew almost wanted to shout at the lunatics opposite him. No matter what, the spearmen were still a threat to the riders. In a normal battle, even the most radical way of doing things was to constantly adjust the formation of the spearmen and then kill them with a single blow.
How could they fight head-on like this?
But he did not have time to think so much because the threat was right in front of him. Every spearman clenched their spears, and Matthew once again drew his sword.
He knew that success or failure depended on this.
Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters …
Just as the noble Knight was about to shout, "Raise your spears!", he suddenly widened his eyes in shock. This was because he saw a silver ripple sweeping out from between the White Lion Knights, hitting him right in the middle. At that moment, Matthew felt an irresistible force pulling his arm up, turning the longsword in his hand upside down, and piercing his own throat with the sword.
"Ahh … Ahh …"
Matthew screamed and tried in vain to pull his sword out, but all he could grab was a spurt of blood.
He felt that his strength was disappearing, and his vision was spinning. He saw the Tónigel Knight rushing away from the spearmen who panicked because of the loss of command, knocking the poor men to the ground and trampling them to death.
He saw that the thin formation was almost pierced through, and the soldiers fled in panic, screaming, and crashing into their nearby allies.
Matthew closed his eyes in pain, but at the last moment of his life, he saw something crossing the sky and sliding down from his gradually dimming vision.
In the end, the noble knight fell limply from his saddle and landed on his back.
But the battle on the battlefield had just begun.
Four spells were intertwined in the sky.
They were four silver lines that traversed the heavens and the earth. When cast by the Saasaldian Wizards, they almost had the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.
Four beams of light swept through the forest, and hundreds of hectares of woodland evaporated into ashes. The spells cut the ground like sharp blades. When they swept across the frozen Ord River and shot toward the White Lion Knight, even the river water was cut into four sections. The ice in the river evaporated and rolled back, revealing the pebbled riverbed.
But Brando just looked at this scene coldly.
These people dared to use string magic in front of him. Compared to Senior, this level of Draconic magic was simply a joke.
He pulled out Extermination. This dark and twisted holy sword looked like a piece of scrap iron, but its curved blade was pregnant with the meaning of cutting all laws.
He activated the superior authority.
Cut into the third layer of the Tiamat network.
Cut off the source of the magic transmission.
This series of actions was completed in an instant when Brando swung his sword. The four silver lines shattered in mid-air, but it was far from over. Because the connection between order and space was also cut off, the Saasaldian Wizards' flying spell also failed, and they fell directly from mid-air.
And this time, there was no longer a magic shield to protect them from harm.
The bodies of the Silver Folk fell from a height of a hundred meters to the ground, and the final result was nothing more than a pile of mud.
"Descend! Descend! "
"Descend quickly, the opponent has anti-magic means!"
Some of the Saasaldian Wizards, who were a little further away from Brando and had luckily escaped, were frightened by this scene and fled far away. The leader of the Wizards among them shouted at the top of his lungs to signal the others to descend immediately.
Brando held the dark and twisted longsword in his hand and looked around at the sky. In the area where the White Lion Knight was, there was no longer a Saasaldian Wizard who dared to stay in mid-air.
…
"Holy Sword of Extermination!"
In the sky in another direction, Wizards in gray or blue robes were gathering. However, everyone had a serious look on their faces, and some of them were even frowning.
"Edo, Huggins is dead —"
"So are Depana and Karla."
"With the Holy Sword of Extermination, the opponent should be that person."
"He really did come back. Gather everyone. Aouine's scouts made a mistake in their judgement. The opponent is definitely not a Sword Saint who specializes in illusions." A dignified voice rang out, causing everyone to turn around and look at the speaker.
The person who spoke was Hollis Finn. He was a respected Wizard among the Saasaldians, second only to Wizard Saasaldian. He was also the leader of this operation.
He was a stern-looking, old-fashioned middle-aged man with two strange snow-white eyebrows on his handsome face. The sharp eyes hidden under the snow-white eyebrows glanced at everyone present and continued, "That is the elemental power of time and space, known as the law closest to the truth next to the power of existence. Our opponent is abnormally strong. He may have been taught by Tuman. I alone may not be a match for him."
"My Lord," the Wizards expressed their opinions, "we don't need to fight him alone. Since the target has appeared, shouldn't we inform the other side to enter the field?"
Hollis nodded, "That's what I was thinking."
As for the few unlucky fellows who died at Brando's hands, no one mentioned them anymore.
The death of those apprentices was not a big deal to the Bugas. Although every Silver Person was extremely noble, the number of apprentices who died in various experiments every year was not small. Before they had the ability to become official Wizards, even the Bugas themselves were just cannon fodder.
It was just that the Bugas' requirements for official Wizards were much higher than that of mortals.
Only those who were true Wizards were the most valuable assets of the Saasaldian Alliance.
On the plains on both sides of the Ord River, the battle between the Tónigel and the army of the Southern Border had just begun.
The 'sacrifice' of two Lords in a row finally bought enough time for the others to react. The horn sounded. Except for a small number of people who chose to retreat at the first moment, the various noble armies chose to obey the order at the first moment and surrounded Brando and his White Lion Knight from both sides of the Ord River.
This was a strange sight on the battlefield. The army from the north of the Ord River was closing in on a small dot on the battlefield, and in the middle of that dot was a group of Trentheim cavalry that was as weak as it could be.
"My Lord, what do we do next?"
"Forward."
"Forward?"
Faced with such a tight encirclement, even the most daring person could not help but want to retreat. Although the White Lion Knight Guards that Brando had groomed were the most outstanding youths of the Tónigel and even Erouine, they could not help but feel that there was no chance of victory in the current situation.
Brando turned around and looked at the captain of the Knight behind him. He was a rather handsome young man, and could even be said to be somewhat beautiful. He still had a childish air to him, and there were faint freckles on his face. His hair was a little curly, and his light brown eyes shone with an unusually determined light.
"Are you afraid?"
"Of course not … It's just that my Lord …"
Brando held Judgement in his hand and pointed to the front. "The brown bear on the coat of arms is the coat of arms of the Cade Family. This family is known for producing cowards, and they dare to show off in front of you. I want you to charge forward and pierce through the formation of those cowards. Poke a hole in the encirclement of the rebels. Is that okay? "
The Knight took a deep breath.
Hot blood surged in their hearts.
They were going to fight side by side with the most legendary hero of Erouine. It was only a few simple words, but they felt as if they were invincible.
"Blow the horn," Brando said.
The Knight turned around and focused their gazes on the young Knight captain. The latter quietly removed the white horn's strap from his shoulder and lifted it with both hands.
Another kind of deep horn sounded in the vast wilderness. The sound resonated with the wind, like the echo of the north wind, and echoed on both sides of the Ord River.
The Knight loosened the reins of their horses, sheathed their swords, and unsheathed their spears from under their saddles in unison. The magic runes on the White Lion Armor were activated at this moment, and the light of magic flashed.
The warhorse began to trot and gradually increased its speed.
The ground rumbled.
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