The Black Wolf Overlord was running at the front. Its fur was black and as hard as steel spikes. Its eyes seemed to be burning with green flames, making it look like a demon that had just been born in hell. As it ran, its four feet landed on the ground, and its sharp claws and teeth shone with a cold light. It ran wildly on the withered leaves in the forest. The soldiers could not catch up with its speed. They could only watch as it ran from another mountain to the valley, and then from the valley to the forest on the other side. All the arrows landed behind it, and they could only watch as it approached.
The herald trembled as he ordered the soldiers to put down their spears. However, Kruss's noble soldiers retreated in waves, and visible ripples appeared on the battlefield. Kruss and his Knights were supposed to supervise the battle, but the Calamity of Wolves was the nightmare of Tónigel and the people of the forest for generations. The dark shadows in the forest were the signs of the end of the world. The Knights' faces turned pale.
"Why did we encounter these things?!" Kruss cursed.
Kruss's soldiers were still able to hold their ground, but the mountain people were even more afraid of the Calamity of Wolves. Some of the tribes at the back had secretly dispersed, and the tribes at the front were also in a mess. This was a fear that had been ingrained in their hearts since childhood. Once it spread, it would be like a disaster falling from the sky. Even the bravest warriors would lose their courage and throw away their armor.
The Black Wolves were less than a hundred steps away from the front of the formation. The archers' projectiles had no effect on them. Kruss was a Gold-ranked warrior, and his eyesight was excellent. He could see that the soft arrows could not even penetrate the fur of the Black Wolves. The army behind him was moving forward. The Grey Bear Lord was cunning and indecisive. He could not rely on him. He could only order his soldiers to move forward. Men could not outrun the Black Wolves, and neither could horses. Kruss had lived in the South for thirty years, and he knew this very well.
The cold air in the forest was oppressive, but the coldness in the heart was even colder. There were only a few hundred Black Wolves, and they looked like colts. They were so fast that it seemed like there was no end to them. His palms were sweating, and it condensed on the hilt of his sword. It was as if his breathing had stopped.
However, a young Knight ran out of the forest first.
Brando raised his head.
Kruss first thought that it was one of his scouts, but then he realized that it was not. The young man raised his head and looked at him. The two of them looked at each other from a distance, but he felt as if he had been completely seen through.
"Who are you?" Kruss had a bad feeling.
"Lord Kruss, do you still dream of turning back on the battlefield of Kandnar? You lost your honor on the battlefield, and I've brought it back to you."
Brando's words made him cry out loudly. His face was deathly pale, as if he had fallen into the deepest nightmare. Lord Kruss pointed a trembling finger at Brando and stammered, "You … you …" Twenty years ago, he abandoned his comrades on the battlefield and fled. He thought that no one knew about it, but today, a young man had exposed him.
Brando didn't say anything. He didn't mean to mock the other party. Just as he said, he only wanted to bring back the lost glory for the other party.
Behind him, the pack of black wolves surged out like a tide. Horses and wolves were creatures that opposed each other, but Brando, who was riding on a horse, was able to stand tall in the middle of the pack of wolves without moving at all. This strange scene made people feel even more terrified. Then, the black wolf collided with the noble soldiers of Kruss.
It was as if black paint had blended into the grey-green battle line.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down. The spears that were placed horizontally on the body of the black wolf, but even the metal spears couldn't penetrate the hard fur of the black wolf, let alone the rock deck below. The spears were bent and cracked along the grain. Crack! Crack! Crack! The broken wood chips caused a cloud of smoke to rise from the first line of defense.
Most of the noble soldiers of Kruss were only at the White rank. Most of the officers in the infantry were only at the Iron-rank, so how could they be a match for the Silver-ranked black wolves? The first line of defense formed by thousands of infantrymen was pierced through in an instant, turning into a sieve full of holes.
The human soldiers began to retreat, mixed with cries and screams.
Lord Kruss seemed to have just woken up from his nightmare. He immediately ordered his Knight to stabilize the second line of defense. The Knight's strength was at the Silver-rank. As soon as they entered the formation, they took over the command and tried to stabilize the morale of the soldiers with the help of the common soldiers.
However, the Kruss' formation had already begun to collapse towards the center. The wolves tore a huge hole in the middle, and the center of the hole was pointed towards Lord Kruss who was at the top of the mountain. Perhaps it was because of Brando's words, the Knight of Count Randner did not retreat. He held his longsword and silently watched the development of the battle below.
The Knight's orders were to enter the two flanks, and the two flanks that suffered the least attacks from the black wolves quickly stabilized. The Kruss' soldiers gradually realized that the number of black wolves was actually not that high. After a commotion, the soldiers began to attempt to surround them from the back.
Did they give up on the main formation?
What a bold decision.
Brando raised his head and looked at Lord Kruss from afar. The distance between them was less than a kilometer. This distance was neither close nor far in the battlefield of Wohnde, and it could be said that it was a test of the courage and wisdom of the commanders on both sides.
Lord Kruss stood there motionlessly, looking at him. He actually wanted to use himself as a stake to surround him and the wolves.
Such courage did not surprise Brando, because he had already expected this.
In just a short moment, the wolves were completely surrounded. Two hundred black wolves and more than a hundred Iron-ranked Shadow Rock Beasts were facing ten times the number of human soldiers. Retreating was no longer an option. Both sides were competing to see who would achieve victory first.
Brando raised Halran Gaia.
The wolves automatically opened up a path for him. The pegasus he was riding on seemed to feel its master's urging and began to accelerate. His mount was not an ordinary Pegasus, but a gift from the Tree Elves. This Pegasus was a Spirit of Nature with the Silver Blood flowing through its veins. It was the descendant of the Holy Horse Kalanar, a Silver Seed, a mythical creature on the same level as the Unicorn. It was stronger and faster than the average Pegasus, and it had the ability to control plants and the wind. Brendel was riding on the wings of the Wind, flying with the wind.
Like an elongated white line, there were no more wolves in front of him. Instead, there were pale-faced human soldiers with spears in their hands. Brando drew an arc with the sword in his hand, as if seven swords had appeared at the same time. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! More than ten spears were sent flying by him.
Brando stretched out his left hand and shouted: "Gale, grant me authority."
This was the Elementalist's second circle wind spell, Beam Current.
The burst of air erupted in a scattered manner, creating a hurricane behind Brando. He moved forward, and the wall of wind also moved forward. The soldiers in front of him were pushed away, forming a hemispherical human wall. The human wall dispersed in midair, and these unlucky fellows fell far into the crowd.
The Black Wolf Lord walked side by side with its master. It was born with the strength of a peak Silver-tier, and after its Stone Transformation, its shoulder armor, forehead, and back grew a ribbon-like rock plate, greatly increasing its strength and defense. At this moment, it was already close to the early Gold-tier. Ordinary soldiers could not get close to it at all. Its howl alone was enough to make a group of people weak in the knees.
One man and one wolf, in the blink of an eye, opened up a fifty-meter-long path in the crowd. Behind them, the pack of black wolves followed, widening the passage.
But two Knight came out from the side, one on the left and one on the right, trying to block Brando's path. Brando waved Halran Gaia in his hand, and with a flash of sword light, the upper body of the two Knight and the head of the war horse flew high into the air.
An instant kill of a Silver-tier.
At this moment, all the nobles who were rushing forward were terrified and stopped in their tracks. This was a Gold-tier battle, and it was no longer a battle that mortals like them could participate in.
Brendel urged his horse forward again, and the enemy soldiers actually retreated to open up a path for him. It was a strange sight, as though they had switched sides on the battlefield. Lord Kruss's face also changed. Such a young Gold-tier, he was definitely one of Erouine's most talented geniuses.
And this was not even the early Gold-tier. Seeing Brando's Elemental Domain shining with light, Lord Kruss felt the hope in his heart turn to ice.
"What the hell is going on, these rebels …"
But Brando saw that Lord Kruss still had no intention of moving, and he understood. He looked around, and saw that there were two Gold-tier fluctuations in the crowd. "Sure enough, there was an ambush, and there were more than two Gold-tiers." He looked at the two swordsmen who were charging towards him. They were both at the beginning of the Gold Level, unfamiliar faces. They were either secretly trained or hired. Of course, the great aristocrats were rich.
Brando did not show any signs of nervousness. He continued to charge forward, raising his sword and slashing at the first Gold-tier swordsman charging at him. He did not hold back in the slightest as he charged forward with his horse. His sword was like a shooting star, moving forward with an indomitable will.
The Gold-tier swordsman from the Randner family was scared out of his wits. He had never seen such a crazy person, who completely gave up on defense even though he knew it was a one versus two battle. This sword strike was clearly 'I'll give you a stab even if I have to give up my life'. It was not a technical move, but it was enough to make people go crazy.
But of course, he did not want to die together with Brando, but the sword was too fast, and he could not dodge it in time. He could only raise his sword to parry. He was already extremely depressed in his heart. Originally, he had taken the initiative to attack first, but he was suppressed by the other party's crazy fighting style. He could only hope that his companion would be able to catch Brando's desperate attack. They had worked together for many years, and would not let go of such an obvious opportunity.
However, what happened next caught him by surprise. Brando's sword clashed with his sword, and the huge force almost broke his hand. The swordsman staggered backward, cursing in his heart as he tried to regain his balance. But when he looked up, he saw that Brando did not seem to need to find his center of gravity again, and the sword was already coming at him perfectly.
The swordsman was shocked out of his wits.
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