"There are no enemies."
"There are no enemies on the left either."
"Those damn skeletons aren't here either —" Shouts could be heard on the empty street. Jutta turned around. Her anxious dark green eyes reflected a faint light. Where did those undead go? The mercenary leader's slender fingers pressed on the handle of her rapier. The doubts in her heart were like a fog that gradually spread out. Everyone looked around in this fog, but they couldn't find anything.
The mercenaries moved forward in the darkness. Their footsteps were rustling. The unknown was hidden in the silence of the night. Everyone's heart was imperceptibly cold. Fear was like a shadow hanging over everyone's head. It didn't need to speak, but it still grabbed everyone's throats. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was vigilant with their bright eyes in the dark.
They were afraid that the undead, who had suddenly disappeared without a trace, would rush out from an alley and surround them so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
They crossed half of the city. They thought that they would encounter those bloodthirsty undead on the way and then engage in a life-and-death battle. But the enemy seemed to only exist in their imagination. The undead at the West Gate didn't seem to exist at all. Could it be that the young noble made a wrong judgment? Jutta turned around. The light from the illuminating crystal in the young man's hand penetrated deep into her eyes, reflecting his pale face due to malnutrition.
"Leader?" The young man asked.
"What?"
"Could it be that the noble made a wrong judgment?" He whispered, "Could it be that they went around to the North?"
"Impossible," the mercenary leader firmly denied this judgment, "Every second counts on the battlefield. The enemy's commander can't be an idiot."
"But …" The young man still wanted to say something, but someone in front of them shouted, "Leader!"
Both of them were startled and looked in that direction at the same time.
"What's wrong?"
"I found something," that person shouted, "Come and take a look!"
Jutta and the young man looked at each other, nodded, and followed. But when she turned the corner, she was stunned.
The scene on the long street had completely changed.
It was as if a fierce battle had taken place here. As far as the eye could see, there wasn't a single intact stone slab on the ground. All that could be seen were large pits one after another. The cracked stone slabs seemed to have been overturned by some kind of powerful force from the ground. Some of them were even thrown dozens of meters away. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't feel any elemental disorder caused by the Elemental Power in the air, everyone present would have reason to believe that there had been at least a battle of Gold-tier strength here.
Jutta raised her head and saw a two-story building not far away from her. It had caved in and collapsed on one side. It looked as if the center of the building had been hit by something. The wooden beams that supported the structure were all broken. That kind of attack was at least at the level of silver. She took a deep breath and walked forward while looking at the skeletons and human corpses in the pit.
"Who are those people?"
The female mercenary group leader looked at the corpses and frowned. The corpses were dressed the same as the poor people outside the city. That was easy to explain, but what about the skeletons that were scattered around the corpses? She had observed carefully and found that the casualty ratio was close to five to one. That meant that there were at least five skeletons beside each human corpse. If the poor people outside the city were this strong, Jutta wondered how Graudin was able to survive to this day.
The mercenaries shook their heads.
"Where are their weapons?" She asked again.
"No weapons." The mercenary replied.
"No weapons?" Jutta took a deep breath. "Are you trying to tell me that these humans fought the undead with their bare hands, or that they are the Silver Folk?"
"Leader, I don't know if they are the Silver Folk, but the first thing I want to say is that they are the Silver Folk." The mercenary who called out to them earlier lowered his head and answered softly.
Jutta's eyes flashed. The things that happened tonight were beyond her understanding. At this moment, the sound of hooves could be heard from the street. Everyone looked up and saw two or three riders parting the night mist and stopping in front of them. They were the scouts that were sent out earlier. The female mercenary group leader immediately snapped out of her thoughts and asked: "What's the matter? Did you find anything ahead?"
"Leader," the rider immediately replied: "There are sounds of fighting coming from the city gate."
Sounds of fighting coming from the city gate?
Does this mean that the refugees pushed the undead back?
Everyone stopped and couldn't help but look at each other. Martha above, what kind of situation is this?
… …
The light in the darkness was not as simple as a white paint on a black background. Especially in the deep darkness, the only ray of light seemed to be the hope that flowed in people's hearts. Although they were not illuminated by it, they still wanted to move towards that ray of light. Even if it was just an imagination that existed in the heart, people were willing to trudge towards the direction of light in the darkness.
Even if there was a deeper shadow behind them, they were willing to face the light.
In the darkness, the light of the torch flickered.
The girl quietly knelt in front of the torch. The red light of the torch outlined the soft lines of her cheeks. Between the light and the darkness, the beautiful lines extended to her neck and the shadows under the edge of her face. Her dark eyes reflected the light of the torch, as if there was a flickering flame in the deepest part of her pupils. She quietly pursed her lips and put her hands on her knees, motionless.
It was as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.
With a loud bang, a vine that could only be hugged by two people suddenly rose from the ground. Along with the gravel and soil, it formed a bow and whipped towards the white skeletons under the night sky. The vine, which was dozens of meters long, swept across the sea of skeletons. With a series of crackling sounds, countless broken skeletons were thrown high into the air and swept to the side.
Three tall men wearing animal skin robes with cold expressions stood on the city wall and commanded the vines. It was as if they were cleaning up garbage, and the vines repelled the skeletons that surged up from below again and again. The werewolves who stood beside them, even though they were half hunched over, were a head taller than the three men. They stared at the sea of undead with gloomy eyes, ready to repel the sneak attacks of the Dark Warriors and Necromancers hidden among the undead.
The battle had lasted for almost an hour.
Finally, a tall werewolf walked to the girl's side and bowed his head respectfully: "Miss Amandina, it seems that reinforcements have arrived."
Amandina's eyes flashed: "Who are they?" She asked.
"They seem to be mercenaries."
She turned back to look at the city wall and nodded without saying a word. She gently turned around and saw the merchant lady hugging her precious bag with both hands. Her upper body was completely sprawled on the battlements on the other side. She was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed. Her eyelashes drooped down like thick brushes. Her cheeks were rosy under the light of the fire. She looked so delicate and charming that it would make anyone want to take pity on her. Of course, that was if her mouth was not slightly open, and she was drooling in her sleep in an extremely indecent posture.
Amandina sighed a little helplessly and reached out to pat the girl's face. * Slap slap. *
The Roman immediately smacked her lips and waved her hand subconsciously. She muttered softly: "If you want to kill a Roman, please wait until I'm done sleeping."
Amandina suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion.
"Roman."
"I know, I know," The little Roman furrowed her eyebrows in her sleep: "Please get a number and line up. Next —"
"… …"
… …
Jutta was shocked when she saw Amandina for the first time. The mature female mercenary leader could not help but frown as she looked at the strangely dressed people. The Werewolves, Druids, and the undead of West Gate were practically useless under their suppression. Not to mention that they were late, even if they did not come, the outcome of the battle would not have changed at all. But she could not help but wonder who these people were. She did not know if these people were the young noble's subordinates, but if they were, did it mean that he did not trust her at all?
Then that young man should have some follow-up measures on Raban's side.
She took a light breath. Even though she knew that this was normal, she still felt a little uncomfortable. It was as if she had made up her mind to work hard but was denied in the end. Even though she was mature and determined, she could not help but feel a little hopeful. Especially after witnessing the young man slaying Graudin with his own hands during the night's battle, she had a faint glimmer of hope in her heart. She hoped that this was an opportunity to change her fate.
Not just her, but the entire mercenary group.
In this chaotic world, there was never a day of peace. She hoped that the young noble was a lord worth following, at least he could make her subordinates feel a sense of belonging. But nobles were all the same. No matter how different they were, they would only think about how to scheme against others all day long. That was why they were always suspicious of others and did not trust anyone. Even the young noble could not escape from this circle. The female mercenary leader tucked her fiery red hair behind her ears and fell silent at the thought of this.
But Amandina raised her head and looked at the woman who was almost a head taller than her. Her expression was calm and did not move, as if she did not want to show any weakness. [These should be the mercenaries that the lord has subdued?] She thought about it for a while, and she had a rough idea of what he was thinking. But when she looked at the other party's every move, she suddenly understood. She seemed to have guessed the female mercenary leader's thoughts and asked: "May I ask who you are?"
Jana looked at the little girl. Although the other party was much younger than her, she could still feel a faint sense of oppression from her. "Tsk, another noble lass." The female mercenary leader cursed in her heart, but when she opened her mouth, she spoke with a mocking tone. "Jana, leader of the Mountain Swallow Mercenaries, we were sent by His Lordship. Who are you, little girl?"
Here comes the test.
Amandina smiled lightly in her heart, but her expression did not change as she replied: "I am also the lord's subordinate. To be more precise, I am his chief advisor." She stretched out her hand: "This is a Roman lady, the lord's fiancée."
The merchant girl yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily.
As expected, Jutta's heart skipped a beat. A trace of disgust and disappointment flashed in her eyes.
This trace of disappointment and disgust did not escape the noble girl's eyes. As expected, she had the same thought as Jutta, but her expression changed and she replied coldly: "But Miss Jutta, please do not be suspicious. Even though I am here as the lord's advisor, it does not mean that I agree with his actions." She raised her head and looked at the female mercenary leader with a cold expression: "So, Miss Mercenary Leader, please help me tell the lord —"
"If he thinks that by being single and abandoning everything, he can avoid harming others, I hope that he can abandon this naivety. Even though I do not know what kind of person the lord wants to be, I know that a true hero is not a saint who does not make mistakes, but a man who dares to take responsibility! "
"Even if it is a wrong decision, I hope that he understands that a person's life does not only belong to himself, but also to everyone who depends on him, cares for him, and loves him. Just like how I respect the lord's decision, but I will never forgive him for abandoning his subordinates — "
"Also, please tell him —" Amandina suddenly stopped and looked into the distance: "In this world, there is no hope and freedom that can be obtained through charity without bloodshed and struggle."
Amandina stopped and her last sentence was transmitted far and wide.
A moment later.
Every werewolf on the city walls turned around and looked at the noble girl with an indescribable light in their eyes.
Jutta was slightly taken aback. She looked at the girl and asked: "What do you mean?"
Amandina did not answer.
There was a dead silence on the city walls.
The female mercenary leader looked at the Roman beside her, but the merchant girl only smiled sweetly at her and asked: "Auntie, the Roman wants to ask if you have a signal arrow?"
Jutta was stunned.
… …
When the signal arrow rose from the west gate, the bright light of the fire illuminated the depths of everyone's eyes.
Brando, The Shire, and Scarlet behind him stopped in an instant, and the mercenaries following them also stopped in an instant. Everyone subconsciously raised their heads to look at the resplendent light. It was like a prayer, a blessing, telling everyone on the battlefield. Telling them that they had won!
Brando took a deep breath.
If he was a gambler, then he would be the luckiest one. This was because the moment the roulette stopped, the needle of fate had precisely opened the door on the only path. As for what was behind the door, he might not be able to see it clearly, but at least he knew that he had won again.
He had taken the first move from Madara and Graudin's hands.
However, at this moment, Charles turned back to look at his Lord. The young wizard smiled and said, "So, after the darkness, it's already the dawn of the world? My lord? "
"No," Brando looked at the ray of light and shook his head: "It's just that —"
"I can already see the ending."
… …
(Author's Note: The last chapter of the Dusty Kingdom. It took some time to come up with this chapter, so I'm going to take a break after the explosion to think about the next chapter. I'm going to have to deal with the double monthly votes that are coming soon. Sigh … … May the Round God bless me, GODISAGIRL ~!) (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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