The star of the other side had already risen in the night sky. The howling winds and layers of dark clouds could not cover its brilliance. That was Martha's main star, the symbol of order and wisdom.
It was already early in the morning, and there was a glimmer of light under the dark sea. Brando silently raised his head and looked at the horizon, silently calculating the time. There were three hours before the next sunrise.
Three o 'clock in the morning.
Under the coastal waters of Ampere Seale, a few imperceptible figures appeared. Their vertical fins were like blades that split the surface of the water, drawing white traces on the surface of the sea.
Sani quietly came to Brando's side. This male Naga watched the Naga army pass through the bay in the storm. He could not help but raise his green-gray fins and stand proudly against the wind and rain.
"This is a warrior of my race." He turned his head and looked at Brando with his prismatic eyes.
Brando was silent, but there was only a fire burning in his heart. Finally, this day had arrived. After half a year of painstaking planning, after going through untold hardships, history had finally returned to its original point at this moment. What the future held was still unknown, but he had already thrown away everything in his heart.
If he won, then this future that was on the verge of destruction would finally be dragged away from its original track of history. Her Royal Highness, the Valkyrie, and even the little Roman, anyone and their beliefs that were attached to this ship could continue to exist.
If he lost, Brando pursed his lips and looked forward, his eyes were filled with darkness. In the darkness, the lightning that tore the sky and the sea apart was like the blazing flames that burned above Erouine in the past.
His eyes were also burning with raging flames.
Brando looked back at Sani, and this male Naga could not help but lean back. Its heart was slightly suffocated. This kind of determination and will, it had only seen in the eyes of Her Royal Highness, and a person with such determination would eventually set off a storm on the sea.
The half-elf girl also retracted her gaze from the dark sky. The layers of dark clouds did not seem to be able to block her gaze. Behind her, the stars on the other side were slowly rising. Martha was announcing the arrival of dawn to the world.
The sky was about to brighten.
She turned around and saw Makarov, Fleetwood, Count Barre, Oberwei, and the other ministers. It was as if the Royal Faction had never been divided. Nothing had changed.
She felt a little absent-minded, as if history had not changed and the wheels were rolling forward. She could finally unify the whole of Erouine with the help of these people, but there was still darkness ahead.
"Your Highness, please get in the carriage."
Gryphine turned around and looked at her mentor for the last time. Fleetwood's eyes were filled with shame. She turned around in disappointment. It would be great if they could be so stubborn.
The carriage stopped in the rain, pitch-black like a coffin. The princess opened the door, raised her head, and walked into the carriage like a real member of the Erouine Royal Family.
'Cunning Fox' Makarov leaped onto his horse. Even though he was a noble, he had spent his entire life in the military. His back was as straight as a javelin. Everyone's attention was focused on him as he pulled out his sword and pointed forward.
"Let's go!"
The sound of hooves could be heard as the Royal Knight Regiment began to gather beside the carriage. Everyone was wearing a cloak as they moved forward silently in the rain. The black troop meandered through the forest.
Freya tilted her head to listen to the uniform galloping of the horses. She was tired after a sleepless night. She turned her head back, and the silent Knight of the Lake was just a shoulder behind her.
"Mr. Knight."
"Today, I might have to use it to kill someone … The other party is also a member of Erouine, and even a comrade from yesterday … I might have brought shame to the Lionheart Sword. I'm sorry."
"The sword will never be shamed by killing." He replied coldly. It was the first time he had spoken in a few days.
Freya turned around in surprise.
"Swords shall walk through thorns, the teachings of the sages." The Knight of the Lake replied proudly.
After that, there was silence.
In front of everyone was the stormy Port of Ampere Seale.
… …
"Her Highness has set off!"
Carglise read the note in his hand and immediately turned to look at his Lord. Although his voice was deliberately calm, it was difficult to suppress the fire in his eyes. "My Lord."
"I know." Brando nodded.
Everyone's eyes fell on him.
It was already dawn, and the dark sea in the distance seemed to be undergoing a great change. A white line had already broken out of its cocoon. "The White Lion Legion," Brendel said, taking a deep breath.
"Yes!"
The young people roared. After experiencing the hardships of the Black Forest, the storm before them was insignificant. Instead, the strength of the enemy in front of them aroused the unyielding spirit in their hearts. Young people could not compromise, and no one cared whether this battle was right or wrong.
The only thing that mattered was this battle.
This day would be written into the pages of history.
"The Royal Faction has set off."
Almost at the same time that Brando received the news, the same news was sent to the Holy Cathedral. Watching the messenger soldier leave, Archbishop Moros looked back with a gloomy face. Marquis Yoakam and Baron Buckland, who were hidden in the shadows, quickly bowed their heads respectfully.
"History is rewritten." Moros replied quietly.
"Order the White Lion Legion to enter the city."
At the same time, countless messages were sent through various channels to every corner of Ampere Seale. The port, which had been silent for too long in the storm, was now like a giant beast that had awakened and begun to stretch its claws and fangs.
At five o 'clock in the morning, the gate of the Coast Guard cavalry camp opened, and the patrolling cavalry poured out. At five twenty o 'clock, the city was under martial law. Half an hour later, the Port of Ampere Seale officially announced the start of storm season.
The port was sealed.
… …
"Ready, get ready!"
Sets of standard armor were unloaded from the ship. The oilskin bags were opened and dismantled. Then, dozens of young officers of the White Lion Legion began to put on the armor. They had tried it on once or twice, but most of the time, they could only wear the training armor.
But just trying it on once or twice was enough for everyone to understand the power of this armor.
This set of armor was the real White Lion Battle Armor, and it was restored after consulting Brendel and Orthlyss's opinions. It was even stronger than the original. These young people from Tónigel might not understand what this meant, but just a set of magic armor was enough to make everyone gasp.
Even Graudin would not be willing to equip his personal Knight with a set of magic armor. The price of a few sets of magic armor was enough to buy a rich piece of land.
The new White Lion Armor looked a bit like the Maximilian Armor from another world, the pinnacle of armor from the medieval era. However, there was no leg armor, and the armor skirt was distributed in sheets. The helmet was still the traditional full-face helmet of the Wind Elves. The most distinctive feature was the White Lion Armor on the right shoulder. This design had long been removed from Erouine's White Lion Armor, but in Brando's hands, it returned to the land of Wohnde.
The inspiration for this armor came from Brando. Only the unique soul in his body could create an aesthetic that transcended the world and even the era. It was an aesthetic that came from another world.
But it had to be said that art was universal. The new White Lion Armor had a kind of beauty that moved people's hearts. When it was put together, it was full of tension that took one's breath away. Such a straightforward expression was very rare in this era of Erouine.
Craftsmen were also artists.
Brando's designs even made Master Craftsmen and Orthlyss shine with splendor. In the end, they could only attribute this seemingly innate talent to the word 'freak'.
Soon, the White Lion Legion was ready. All the young officers gathered and stood neatly in front of Brando, waiting for the inspection.
At this moment, not only did Brando hold his breath, even The Shire could not help but be stunned. The Priestess from Tónigel, Meria and Amandina looked at each other.
"Heavens, isn't this the legendary White Lion Legion?"
"It's exactly the same as the records." The Shire shook his head in amazement. He was also present when the armor was designed, but he did not expect to see such an effect after wearing it.
"Even though I've never seen the White Lion Legion before, I really wish I was born in King Erik's era." The Nightsong Tiger could not help but nod in admiration.
The White Lion Legion had been reborn.
Only Brando and Orthlyss knew that this was the real White Lion Legion. The elites that Erouine had eliminated from history had now returned, as if they were carrying the will of the late king to save this fallen kingdom.
With the sword in hand, was it time for the oath to be reborn?
"My Lord, please inspect the armor." Carglise's eyes shone brightly as he spoke.
Brando smiled slightly. In this world, the White Lion Armor was a proper light infantry armor. To be more precise, it was a cavalry armor. Due to the different weight, cavalry armor usually had much higher defense than infantry armor.
But only the White Lion Armor broke through this limit.
Its biggest feature was that it inherited the magical properties of the Half-plate Wind Armor. The core of the armor was the reduction in weight. But not only that, even though the wind was gentle, it also had a violent side. The power of the wind on the White Lion Armor complemented each other. It was one of the most perfect armors in history. Otherwise, the White Lion Infantry would not have been known as the 'Cavalry of the Earth'.
'The King led the Knight to unify the South'. There was only one Knight with a sword.
It was almost time.
Brando turned around.
A carriage came through the thin curtain of rain. The family emblem of a broken sword on the wall of the carriage seemed to have traveled through history. The carriage stopped not far away, and the door opened. Inside the carriage was the calm face of the countess who came out of Yanbao.
"Mr. Brando, the family of the Sword Protector is a man of his word. His descendants have never forgotten the oath before the sword. Now, I hope to invite you to travel with me for the last time. Will you do me the honor? "
Her quiet voice penetrated the sound of the wind and rain.
"It would be my pleasure." Brendel replied with a smile. He turned around. "Carglise, I'll leave this to you. White Lion Legion, follow the original plan and cooperate with Sani. Don't let me down — "
Carglise nodded solemnly.
Brando turned around again. "Teacher, I'll have to trouble you."
The Ash Sword Saint nodded and took the reins of a war horse from a young man who came out from behind the house. His gray eyes glanced at Brando before he mounted the horse.
The Shire, Scarlet, and Mephistopheles also mounted behind him.
"Andrique."
"What is it?"
"I know you won't ride in the rain. Come with me." Brando waved his hand and turned around to walk towards the carriage. The Vampire Princess snorted softly.
But at this moment, a small voice called out to them from behind.
"Brando!"
Brando turned around and saw Romaine in the crowd.
"Don't forget the promise!" Romaine shouted with all her might, "But I'll support you. You know that!"
Brando suddenly felt like he had returned to that night in Bucce in the summer. That night, the stars were still as bright as ever. The river of stars in the sky was like a link that connected the fates of him, Roman, and Freya.
"It's a promise," Brando smiled at her, "We'll become great merchants."
… … (To be continued.) If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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