Six o 'clock in the morning.
The Black Blade Squad's vanguard camp.
The shrill magic alarm swept through the entire camp in an instant, like a landslide or a tsunami. The black-armored knight was fully armed. He rushed out of the resting area with clanking accessories hanging from his body and went straight to his mount.
Many flying dragons were spreading their wings.
Viscount Kuztar Bolleman put down his binoculars. The sky in the south was dark. Countless raptors shuttled back and forth between the thunder and lightning. It was like the end of the world.
"It's the Druids."
"The southerners are at their wits' end."
He was silent. He flipped onto the saddle, held the nearly five-meter-long dragon spear in one hand, and raised his left hand high. The sound of a tsunami seemed to erupt from the camp in an instant.
"Black Blade Squad, First Dragon Cavalry Brigade —"
"Let's go!"
"Let's go —!"
One by one, the giant beasts rose into the air. Their outstretched wings covered the sky. The logisticians on the ground watched their Knight rise into the air. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, a huge battle formation had been formed in the sky.
"Dalit, don't drop the ball at the crucial moment!" The ground crew shouted to the sky.
"Screw you!" The Knight in the sky scolded. The young man looked up. In front of him, under the rain clouds, thunder and lightning were surging. Tens of thousands of raptors rushed toward him.
"It's the Arrow Eagles!"
"— Watch out! They're accelerating!"
The voice above shouted.
"Everyone, join the battle formation!" A serious voice came from the magic crystal.
"Roger, back to the team."
"The first attack group is expected to arrive in 30 seconds."
"20 seconds."
Dalit looked up. His eyes were full of fanaticism. The Black Blade Squad had been on standby for a long time. At this moment, everyone could only feel the blood in their body boiling.
Viscount Kuztar Bolleman held the dragon spear in his hand. His heart was as firm as steel. He was only silently estimating the time.
"10 seconds."
"8 seconds."
"2 seconds."
"Engage —"
"For Erouine!" The sky of Ampere Seale seemed to be ignited by the huge sound of battle in an instant. It was boiling.
The huge black dragon and the countless birds of prey crossed each other. In an instant, there was a foul wind and a rain of blood. The opened wings were like blades cutting into the storm of feathers, and the corpses of the birds fell like raindrops.
However, the Wyvern Knight was also swept away by the great resistance, and the First Arrow's attack formation was instantly obliterated. Warning roars, fighting, and screams could be heard from all directions. The knights at the front were pulled down from their saddles by the huge impact, and the wyverns could not bear the burden either. They wailed and fell down one by one.
They were like black meteors.
The flames of war spread and burned.
…
The buzz of discussion in the hall seemed to have died down in an instant. There was only dead silence under the solemn vault of Rokshbe Palace. Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.
"The Shire, is that you?"
The captain of the Highland Knight Regiment, Bunide Norbert, stood tall. He had a confident look on his face. His voice was not loud but it echoed in the hall.
There was an uproar.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Captain Bunide, you said that name?" An envoy asked in disbelief. That person stood up from Grinoires' seat.
"Captain Bunide, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Another councilor joined in loudly. This person was a trusted aide of Duke Viero. Brando had met him once in the game.
The others were also discussing, and most of their eyes were focused on The Shire. "Ah!" The countess suddenly let out a scream. She looked at the young mage as if she had seen a ghost, "Ah, why didn't I notice … It really looks like him!"
"Looks like what? What's wrong? " Brando was baffled. He was a little amused at first. What was funny was that Benninger, who was just performing at the side, had become a clown.
But the current situation was a little beyond his expectations.
He could not help but turn around and look at his mage attendant, as if he was getting to know him again, "The Shire, you seem to be quite famous. Can you explain?"
"Ha," The Shire laughed dryly, "My Lord, I think this is just a misunderstanding."
"I don't think so."
"It's true."
"Then you better explain it to them." Brando was suddenly startled. He heard the sound of fighting outside the hall. He immediately stopped. The other party blinked his eyes, which meant, "Let's talk later."
The battle had begun.
The Shire immediately understood his Lord's meaning. He immediately turned around and replied to the captain of the Highland Knight Regiment, "Captain, I think you might have mistaken me for someone else?"
The hall was silent again.
From the sudden noise to the sudden silence, the change was very natural.
"You're mistaken, aren't you?" Knight Bunide smiled and raised his eyebrows.
He wanted to say something, but before he could finish, the entire hall suddenly shook.
Bunide paused and raised his head in confusion.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads. The voice clearly came from above. "What happened?" Almost immediately, the second tremor came as expected. But this time, it was more violent. Most of the people were caught off guard and fell to the ground.
"What happened?"
"What happened?"
"Is it an earthquake?"
The hall was in chaos. With a loud crash, the crystal dome of Rokshbe Hall suddenly broke open. Crystal shards fell, and a cold wind blew in. Then, a huge object fell straight down and landed with a loud crash.
"Ah!"
"Help …"
For a moment, the wind and rain outside poured down, but the hall was filled with smoke and dust. The nobles were almost scared to death, and screams immediately rang out.
Only Brando saw the object clearly. There was a corpse of a Wyvern lying in the middle of the hall. Its neck was broken. It was the Wyvern Knight of the Black Blade Squad.
Almost at the same time, Grand Duke Arreck's steady and powerful voice sounded.
"Kill our way out!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, but they immediately reacted.
"Knight of the Holy Cathedral, stop Makarov!" This was Moros' voice.
"Capture Princess Gryphine!" Benninger screamed.
Brando also reacted quickly. He immediately protected Dilferi with one hand and ordered loudly, "The Shire, kill your way to the princess!"
The hall was immediately in chaos.
… …
Dalit's face was covered in blood.
He looked out through the half-broken mask and saw that the world was almost blood-red. Countless birds of prey were flying around. The battlefield in the sky was like a land of death.
In the center, the Great Druid wearing a tree cloak was like a god. Every time he cast a spell, a wooden spear or a rock spike would be formed from his hands, and a large number of Wyvern Knights would fall from the sky.
Great Druid, upper Gold-ranked.
Dalit felt a chill in his heart. If not for the voice from the magic crystal, he would have trembled. The cold killing was quickly devouring everyone's will to fight.
"Third and Fourth Squads, get into formation!"
"It's Viscount Bolleman, the Viscount has charged in!"
"Guards, cover the assault!"
Roars could be heard from the magic crystal. The Wyvern Knight was regrouping in mid-air. They were preparing for the final battle. Wyverns were not suitable for fighting in mid-air for long periods of time, especially when they were carrying the same weight as the Knight.
"Damn those Southerners!" Dalit gritted his teeth.
But this was the final attack. In front, Viscount Kutztar Bolleman's wyvern was charging forward. The strength of an intermediate Gold-ranked was on full display. It was like a comet in the sky. The Wyvern Knight's eyes were filled with fanaticism. They followed closely behind.
The arrow was ready, and the encirclement was close. Although the Wyvern Knight had suffered heavy losses, the enemy was also at their wits' end.
The scales of victory were tilted.
"Look below!"
"Reinforcements, reinforcements are here!" An excited voice came from the magic crystal again.
Dalit turned his head and saw a red dot rising in the port of Ampere Seale. The Knight Regiment, the Knight Regiment of the Holy Cathedral of Fire stationed in the port, had moved. The Holy Cathedral of Fire had joined the battle!
Suddenly, he just wanted to shout excitedly. It was a battle to his heart's content.
But was the enemy a respectable opponent? Probably. Dalit's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts. He unconsciously glanced to the side, and then his vision was forever fixed in that direction.
West of Ampere Seale.
In the direction of the Arreck Mountains.
A black dot was rapidly approaching.
"Left, left wing, a large number of unknown air units have been discovered on the left wing! I repeat, all units, a large number of unknown air units have been discovered on the left wing! "A stuttering voice came from the magic crystal." Wait! No, no, the other party is also a Wyvern Knight? "
"Reinforcements?"
Everyone was stunned. Where did the reinforcements come from?
But only Dalit's pupils constricted. His eyesight was excellent, and he could see the other party's origin and designation from afar. That was not reinforcements at all … That was …
"It's the enemy, enemy attack!" He suddenly grabbed the magic crystal and screamed. "It's the Southern Legion! It's the Wyvern Cavalry of the Southern Legion! Prepare to meet the enemy! "
At that moment, he suddenly understood. The Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire was not here to support them at all.
They were here to meet the Southern Legion …
But, why would the Southern Legion appear here … Martha above!
In the midst of the storm.
Nosida stood upright on his mount like a javelin, allowing the wind and rain to blow on his face. Lightning flashed and thunder lit up his eyes, but his heart was as calm as an ancient well.
He subconsciously touched his cheek. The injury he suffered in the Loop of Trade Winds had left him with a permanent scar, but then he felt relieved. A scar was a warrior's medal.
At least he had returned to the Southern Legion.
He looked back and saw that the Wyvern beside him was carrying the same number of Tree Elf Archers. The other party responded with a nod. They were once comrades who fought side by side, and now they were going to work together again.
It was just that their target was no longer the Calamity of Wolves.
Yes, the kingdom had abandoned them.
But the Southern Legion could not abandon their homeland.
Nosida raised his spear and pointed it forward. "Dragoons, listen to my command. Attack formation. Target, Black Blade Squad!"
"For Erouine, advance!"
A huge arrow was formed in the air.
"Southern Legion, advance!"
… …
Everyone knew that Erouine's civil war had officially begun.
In a cloud of dust, Brando faced his first opponent, a Knight of the Holy Cathedral. When he saw the other party, the other party was fighting Maynild. In fact, the black-haired female Knight was losing ground.
But she could not afford to be careless, because Princess Gryphine was just one step behind her.
Seeing this, Brando did not hesitate and stabbed his sword. Brando's swordsmanship had always been fierce and barbaric, and this attack was no exception. He did not care about aristocratic etiquette at all. It was almost similar to a sneak attack.
The Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire was a powerhouse with Elemental Activation, but they could not do anything in the face of such a persistent attack. They could only turn their swords around to save her. With a clang, the two swords clashed and both swords were pushed back.
Maynild finally found a chance to take a step back. She covered her mouth with her hand and coughed out blood. She gasped and immediately looked up at Brando with a pale face.
"This swordsmanship … Who taught you?"
"We'll talk about it later."
Maynild gritted her teeth, but still nodded.
The Knight of the Holy Cathedral had already noticed Brando. In fact, the other party obviously recognized him. His eyes under the metal mask flashed with a cold light. Brando immediately felt the air around him stagnate slightly, and even his movements slowed down.
"Be careful, his element should be related to wind." Maynild immediately reminded. The female Knight's voice was cold, but there was still a little concern in it.
This voice made Brando feel a little excited.
So similar.
So similar to senior.
'If Senior Sister is still here …'
If she was still in this world …
Senior Sister.
Brando could not help but close his eyes. For a moment, he felt that his perception seemed to extend endlessly along his sword. It was obviously dark, but all the scenery seemed to be in front of him.
Bit by bit.
A world made of laws.
A towering wall appeared in front of him just like that.
The Elemental Wall!
Brendel's heart trembled. He suddenly opened his eyes, and everything in his eyes was different. The deepest part of his eyes seemed to be burning with a silver flame. Countless laws of the world, meaning, and the ultimate fate of all things were evolving in an infinite direction.
How was this possible?
He raised his sword.
"Wind Elemental, Bind."
"The most secondary Elemental."
"You want to bind me with this?"
"It's just a bug."
An incomparably confident voice seemed to be above all things. Brando raised his sword with one hand and swung it. The Temple Knight's sword had just arrived. When the two swords clashed, it was as if Brando had casually thrown out a spark.
The sword in the Temple Knight's hand flew out of his hand.
The Temple Knight was shocked. He never dreamed that there would be such a freak who could touch the Elemental Wall in the middle of a battle. Brando's sword was not his own strength, but the power of the law itself.
As soon as he woke up, this sword was born from the world of the law.
Impossible to resist.
However, the Temple Knight was one of the top fighting forces of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. As soon as the sword left his hand, he immediately reacted and retreated as fast as lightning.
Brando leveled his sword and slashed horizontally.
The tip of the sword missed the opponent by a hair.
But it was exactly so.
"Ah-!" The Temple Knight suddenly let out a scream of disbelief. He covered his chest with one hand. There was a wound on his breastplate that was neither too deep nor too shallow, and blood was flowing out.
Brando raised his head, his heart was already ecstatic. His eyes flashed with a terrifying light, "— — Surefire Hit!"
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