Madara's proud and fearsome army did not dare to cross the line.
This was because there were two people standing in front of the undead army, a man and a woman. The woman was an elf, proud and calm like the stars in the sky. She was young and did not seem to be able to show such a calm demeanor, but it did not affect her temperament as a commander.
Metisha held a silver shuttle in her hand, holding her spear horizontally, and quietly stopped less than a hundred steps away from Tarkus. In her eyes, Madara's army seemed to have disappeared.
The man was a middle-aged swordsman. From beginning to end, he did not even look at Madara's army, but the tens of thousands of Madara's undead did not dare to ignore his existence.
This was because he was Mephistopheles, the Grey Sword Saint.
"Lord Palas has begun the charge." A black Knight whispered in Tarkus's ear.
Tarkus nodded.
"What did Lord Incirsta say?"
"Lord Palas said, Erouine … has never lacked heroes. This is the choice of a soldier, and we must respect the glory of the battlefield." The black Knight replied in a low voice.
Tarkus nodded.
The vampire commander looked at Metisha, then at Mephistopheles, and replied, "Then let's retreat. I hope we can set foot on this land again in our lifetime."
"We are already dead, Lord Palas," the black Knight replied in a low voice.
Tarkus thought for a moment and nodded.
The figures of the undead disappeared from the forest bit by bit.
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There were only two thousand people left on the battlefield. Their enemies were only a few hundred mercenaries, Tree Elves, and Centaurs.
But the result was already decided.
Two thousand low-level Iron soldiers and less than a hundred Silver-level Knights. Their enemies were hundreds of Silver-level Knights, and even Silver-level Knights who had survived the Calamity of Wolves.
The Pegasi soared into the sky, and the Tree Elves' longbows did not miss their targets. It was a one-sided massacre on the battlefield. Lord Palas felt a sharp pain in his heart when he heard the screams of the young man beside him. These were once Erouine's future that he believed belonged to. Yes, generation after generation, Erouine, the older Knight, led the younger Knights to the battlefield, sang the knight's battle song, and brought them supreme glory. But the older Knight found himself powerless.
The assault had been stopped long ago. Just on this side of the battlefield alone, Lord Palas saw at least four Gold-rank combatants.
A red-haired girl with a ponytail who used a spear, a tree elf, a centaur, and an unbelievably beautiful girl with short hair who was dressed in men's clothing.
This was the so-called rebel army.
At some point in time, the golden flags on the battlefield had been dyed with the color of blood. The old Knight watched as the young faces disappeared from his sight. Suddenly, he felt that it was time for this farce to end.
Yes, it was time to end this.
The spear in Scarlet's hand was no longer the original Spear of Lightning. The Spear of Lightning was lost in the Dark Forest and could not be found. What she was holding now was just an ordinary magic spear. Brando had promised her that he would help her find a suitable weapon after leaving the Dark Forest, but she did not want to trouble him with this matter.
She was afraid that Brando would find her troublesome and despise her like Makarov did.
But it was not a good idea to not have a weapon. She was now the strongest person in Brando's camp. Although she was still far from Mephisto's level, Mephisto was not actually one of Brando's men. At most, he was an ally. As for Brando, although he was strong, he was only at the middle of Gold-rank. Scarlet, on the other hand, was at the peak of Gold-rank and was only one step away from stepping into the realm of Elemental Mastery.
With her current strength, using an ordinary magic spear was already limiting her combat prowess. However, the girl was a little worried about her personal gains and losses. She gripped her spear tightly and pursed her lips as she slaughtered her way through Count Randner's remaining troops.
The remnants of Count Randner's army were only Lord Palas's own troops. The Knight and Gold-ranked Swordsman reinforcements had already fled long ago. The remaining soldiers were not a threat to her at all.
She and Mephistopheles weaved through the enemy's formation in an attempt to completely divide and defeat them. In fact, even Scarlet herself could feel that the enemy was at the end of their rope.
At this moment, the spear in her hand trembled as she felt an obstruction in front of her. The girl was slightly startled. She raised her head, and a few people were reflected in her fiery eyes.
To be more precise, it was a small group of Knight.
'Lord Palas's Knight Regiment.' Scarlet's heart trembled. She knew that a Silver-ranked Knight was the backbone of an army. If she could destroy them first, then this war could end early. Thinking of this, she immediately rushed over there to kill.
To her surprise, the other party's reaction was very fast, and he almost immediately noticed her intentions. Four to five Knight immediately surrounded her.
'Reckless.' Scarlet furrowed her brows and thought to herself. These Knight should be very clear of her strength. She was at the peak of Gold-rank and could not be compared to these Silver-ranked Knights. However, these Knights did not hesitate when they charged towards her. She could only see determination in their eyes.
They were all youths —
Scarlet looked at the nervous faces of these youths and suddenly felt sorry for them. For a moment, she thought of her companions who had passed away. Her hands slowed down a little, and the murderous intent in her spear changed direction. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The Knight was knocked down from his horse.
She continued to move forward, and a knight completely covered in armor appeared in the crowd.
'Eh?'
Scarlet noticed that the Knight was only a Silver-ranked, but he was unbelievably experienced. He actually dodged her spear. She did not think too much about it and immediately chased after him with her spear. However, she did not expect the Knight to parry her spear with his sword and slash at her at the same time.
Scarlet was a little nervous. She subconsciously thought that the enemy was a Gold-rank who was hiding his strength. She immediately retracted her spear and no longer held back. She feinted with her spear to deceive the enemy's center of gravity. Then, she parried the enemy's sword with her spear and finally pierced the enemy's breastplate.
The three consecutive spears did not have any room to stop. With a crisp sound, the spear instantly pierced through the enemy's breastplate and pierced through the enemy's body.
'High-grade Magic Armor!?' Scarlet immediately felt that something was wrong when she pierced through the enemy's breastplate. The Magic Armor he was wearing was not a normal Knight's Magic Armor, but a higher-grade Commander's Armor.
And in this army.
There was only one person who could wear such a Knight's Armor.
She was shocked, but she suddenly felt that her surroundings had quietened down. All the Knight and soldiers of Count Randner who were fighting seemed to have stopped at this moment. At first, it was only the people around her, but the throbbing quickly spread out like a ripple, and the entire battlefield miraculously came to a standstill.
"Lord Lord Palas!" A young man who just got up from the ground immediately rushed to the Knight who fell under Scarlet's spear.
The old Knight who was lying in a pool of blood coughed violently.
However, his first action was to remove his mask.
It was a face that belonged to an old man.
His face was full of wrinkles, and his snow-white eyebrows seemed to contain the hardships of this kingdom. His dim, gray eyes seemed to have seen too many storms. He had seen the Knights who sang loudly in battle, the older Knights who led the younger Knights to the battlefield of no return, the glory and triumph that belonged to Erouine. He had also seen the defeat, the fall, and the final twilight of this kingdom.
However, this kind of glory seemed to have fused into a pair of eyes that were flickering with the light of life that was fading away. It was as if everything of the past had returned.
Lord Palas smiled.
He first waved his hand weakly at the Knight beside him, then raised his head and asked Scarlet: "Little girl, where are you from? I don't believe that you are just ordinary … rebels … "
Scarlet suddenly felt a little helpless. In theory, the old man in front of her was their greatest enemy in this battle, but at this moment, she found that she was unable to reject his question.
"I'm from Erouine." She replied.
"Impossible … Peak Gold-ranked … Peak Gold-ranked … When did Erouine have such a young genius … A true … genius …" The old man shook his head weakly.
"I'm really from Erouine. I'm a Highlander from Randner. I used to be a mercenary, and it was Lord Palas who took me in." Scarlet said seriously.
"Such stubbornness, the stubbornness of an Aouine citizen. I'm starting to believe that you're an Aouine citizen." The old man smiled, but his smile seemed to have used up the last of its splendor: "But why would a genius like you be willing to serve in the rebel army … …"
"No, there is no such thing as submission. Lord Palas is better than me. But even so, he is very good to everyone. Compared to Graudin, I think he is the best Lord. "Scarlet replied seriously.
"Is that so? What is your Lord Palas called … Cough, cough, name? "
"His name is Brando."
"Brando … Brando …"
Lord Palas closed his eyes and suddenly let out a long sigh. He felt his limbs gradually turning cold, and he lost consciousness. Even his breathing became difficult. But the old man still had one last question. He looked at the battlefield and saw the blood flowing in the forest. It was Erouine's blood.
"What … purpose … do you have … here?"
"I don't know, but Lord Palas said that he is here to save Erouine."
"Save Erouine?" Lord Palas's eyes lit up. He looked at Scarlet with a complicated gaze, "How do we save her …?"
Scarlet shook her head: "I don't know, but I believe that Lord Palas can do it. Just like how no one believes that you nobles can do it. "
"We nobles … We nobles … Haha … Cough, cough, cough …" The old Knight suddenly laughed and shook his head with the last of his strength: "Well said. Listen to my orders, my Knights … Surrender."
His words were like rolling thunder, and all the young Knight were stunned: "Impossible, Lord Palas. If you die here, we will die here too. This is our honor!"
"No," the old man weakly closed his eyes.
He spoke softly as if he was using the last of his strength: "You must surrender. This is for … Erouine's honor."
For Erouine's unparalleled honor.
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