Hundreds of soldiers stood silently in the pouring rain. The rainwater stirred up a layer of dense mist on the dark tower shields. The long spears emitting a cold metallic light extended forward one after another, silently forming a steel forest on the square of evergreen trees.
The captain of the Seventh Swordsman Brigade of Ampere Seale's Coast Guards, Sir Maloser, finally let out a sigh of relief. He tried his best not to think about the pale faces under the steel helmets and the crooked formation. In any case, they had finished setting up the defense within the estimated time.
He turned around and gave a Knight's salute to the young man behind him. "General, it's done."
Owen stared at the gloomy sky above the harbor. The Black Blade Squad and the Holy Cathedral's air force stationed in Ampere Seale did not have the upper hand. Their opponents were too strong. The Southern Legion had always had the strongest Dragon Cavalry in Erouine, but such a force was easily abandoned by the kingdom in another period of history.
He could not see that future, but now, the two armies fighting in the sky above Ampere Seale were the same kingdom's two armies. Perhaps they should have gone for more valuable victories, to face Cruz and Madara, to face more glorious opponents.
He retracted his gaze and looked at the line of defense that took more than half an hour to build. He could not help but shake his head. Such a line of defense was like a thin piece of paper in front of the White Lion Legion. It would be torn apart by the wind and rain.
But after all, this was the wealthiest area in the kingdom. The soldiers here did not have to face Cruz's people in the north, nor did they have to fight the undead of Madara. Their opponents were not barbarians, nor were they mountain people. It was already good enough that they could achieve this.
This was the kingdom's second-rate army. Owen was also aware of this fact. He nodded expressionlessly. "Yes."
Sir Maloser secretly wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was glad that he had passed the test. In fact, he did not think much of it. The Royal Faction was not stupid. Why would they come to the north and walk into a trap? But the opponent was an officer of the White Lion Legion. It was common knowledge that any noble commander in the White Lion Legion was a prominent figure in the kingdom, or an outstanding descendant of a big family. The young man in front of him was probably the latter. He could not afford to offend these people.
Owen saw Malloser's nonchalant expression, and his disdain for him deepened. They were all shallow people. He raised his head and looked in front of him. On the other side of the curtain of rain was the last force of the Royal Faction. What kind of army was the Royal Faction's students?
I hope he won't disappoint me. Owen was eager to give it a try.
Amidst the rain, Ampere Seale was still dark, but it was almost dawn.
"Duroc, Meyr, Kann, fourth years, gather here!" The young officer on the warhorse raised the black war flag high, like a totem standing in the wind and rain.
The young people from the Royal Li Noncommissioned Official Academy quickly separated into groups. Their movements were uniform and well-trained. In the pouring rain, there was only the sound of footsteps and the occasional clash between scabbards and leather boots.
Ahead of them, they passed through the continuous line of rain. The scouts and cavaliers were intertwining with each other as they sent back information.
"Captain Knight, we have encountered an unknown enemy ahead!"
"They're blocking our way!"
In the wind and rain, the Knight pointed behind him. "There's one in all three directions!"
"Continue scouting. Extend to the left and right." Maynild replied coldly. She pulled on the reins of her horse. Brando, who was beside her, also pulled on the reins. Both of their warhorses immediately stopped.
Brando looked ahead. Raindrops slid down his pale forehead like water droplets on a statue. He raised his hand and drew a line in front of him. "This army is spreading out from Lion Street — Hockfens Inn to Silversmith Bridge. There are two platoons of more than 500 people in front. They don't have any reserves, so they're probably not a regular army."
Before he finished his sentence, a voice came from afar. "Look carefully. The emblem of the black spider. It's the northern barbarians' private army!"
"The Helian family is Rodu's private army. These clowns want a piece of the pie." Oberwei, who was behind Maynild, couldn't help but snort coldly.
Everyone's eyes focused on Brando.
"How do you know?" Maynild turned her head. Her wet hair stuck to her jade-like forehead. Her body was as straight as a sword in the heavy rain. Her expression was cold and indifferent. Her eyes were dark and full of suspicion. But all of this was to cover up the slight trembling caused by the pain.
Brando did not answer. He just stood still on the horse.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the rain. The dense sky blue spiders turned from translucent to visible to the naked eye. They moved forward from behind along the road. Brando and his horse stood in the middle of this blue sea. The sea current submerged their four hooves.
"Ah! Wind Spirit Spiders, so many! " There were many knowledgeable nobles in the crowd. They recognized the spiders at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim.
"Shut up and keep quiet!" Mok, one of the three Knight, couldn't help but scold. He was a young man with short gray hair. His eyebrows were very short, like two caterpillars. When he frowned, he looked funny and cute.
Freya and Bretton at the side couldn't help but smile. The girl in the blue uniform raised her head and looked at Brando in admiration. Behind her, the Knight of the Lake silently rode on his horse and looked at Brando.
Maynild's dark eyes showed a trace of surprise. She seemed to have sensed something and asked: "You use them to investigate?"
"I can only give simple orders to determine the position of the enemy in front. But … "Brando looked at the rain and shook his head disdainfully:" I'm too familiar with the tricks of those guys. "
"Yes, compared to the future Madara, it's really not worth mentioning."
Brando closed his eyes. The Iron Horse Glacier of the past seemed to be in front of him. The army of the undead rushed towards him, and behind him was the abyss of fire.
There was no way out —
"Is that so? If you were the commander, what are you going to do now?" Oberwei, the Wolf Knight, was already dressed in military attire. He pulled out his sword and asked as if they were chatting.
The lone wolf turned his head. Gryphine let Brando take charge of the current situation, but in fact, the command of the Royal Knight Academy was still in his hands. The middle-aged man's sunken eyes were filled with a pair of firm eyes. It was easy to feel the power contained in them.
"We don't have time to tangle with these rascals," Brando opened his eyes. "There are many two-faced guys around. We have to completely dispel their thoughts."
"Kill the chicken to warn the monkey," Oberwei smiled: "It seems that you have a lot of confidence in these young people."
Brando looked back. He saw more than two hundred young men and women. The Knight uniforms of these young people were already soaked, and their hair was wet, but only their eyes were still shining.
"I have confidence in people with ideals," Brando replied.
Of course, he only said it with a strong sense of righteousness. If there was no history as a witness, Brando would not be so arrogant. But he knew that he had to convince Oberwei, the actual teacher of Her Royal Highness, and also the pillar of the princess's party.
The lone wolf of the kingdom showed a look of appreciation. He turned back and silently looked at the young people behind him. Most of these young people were personally selected by him from all over the country. For example, Freya, Bretton, and some from the most loyal families of the royal family. Although they were the descendants of some small noble families, they were often the most outstanding and had the most firm beliefs. Young people like Moke were the representatives of these young people.
These young people were the last hope of the kingdom.
"The first batch of students of the Royal Knight Academy! Listen to my orders! "Oberwei suddenly shouted. His voice spread far and wide with the wind and rain.
Brando suddenly laughed in his heart.
"From now on, you will follow Knight Brendel and fight your way out of the encirclement until Her Highness is safe!" Oberwei said coldly, "Do you understand?"
There was complete silence.
Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Brando. If there was anyone who had the highest prestige in the hearts of these young people, it would definitely be Her Royal Highness. Next was Maynild. In fact, Maynild had always been their commander. Almost no one dared to oppose the majesty of this female Knight.
After that, there were a few outstanding people in the first batch, especially Bretton and Moke. After Freya obtained the Lionheart Sword, her strength and prestige gradually stood out, but most people still regarded her as the assistant of the first two.
As for Brando.
Perhaps before this day, they had never even heard of the existence of such a person. If it was someone like Makarov or Oberwei who was the leader of the Royal Faction or a veteran general in the army, they might be able to convince the masses. However, Brando was only in his early twenties. It seemed that he was at most the son of a noble. What qualifications did he have to command them?
Perhaps he had shown some of his skills before, but that was just a 'summoner' trick. It was nothing in this battlefield.
Since ancient times, a strong army had its own pride. Even though these youths had not seen the real big picture, they were still outstanding among their peers. Even if they did not dare to directly disobey the order, no one dared to make a sound at this moment. They only waited for Brendel to make a decision.
Freya immediately became nervous. Bretton glanced at Brando but did not express his opinion. The young man called Moke also stared coldly at Brando like the rest.
Brando did not express his opinion.
Instead, he directly gave an order.
He spurred his horse forward, then turned back and coldly ordered: "The people blocking the princess's path are just chickens and dogs. Your mission now is to teach them an unforgettable lesson."
"But we don't have much time, so you only have a short period of time to learn this lesson."
Learn this lesson?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then an uproar broke out. The young officers of the Royal Knight Academy were stunned for a moment before they understood this sentence. This guy actually meant to teach them a lesson.
What a big tone. Cavalry assault. Let's not talk about whether this guy had the ability to teach them a lesson. The problem was, did he even have such a cavalry by his side?
The competitive spirit of the young people was stirred up. Everyone looked at Brando with amusement, as if they were waiting to see how this empty commander would conjure up a cavalry to teach them a lesson.
Brando never spoke nonsense.
He turned his horse around and unsheathed Halran Gaia. He proudly shouted: "Who is willing to be the vanguard, come to my side!"
There was silence.
Only Freya was the first to step forward. She held her sword with one hand, her knuckles turning white. For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to the night when she escaped from Fortress Riedon.
It was almost the same situation, and they fought side by side. It was a miracle that only he could create.
Two people.
Bretton hesitated for a moment, then also stepped forward. "Brando, what the hell are you doing!" He could not help but ask in a low voice.
Brando glanced at him, but did not answer.
The sound of a horse's neigh seemed to come from the heavens, and the rain continued to fall. Blazing white dots of light appeared from the darkness and gathered little by little. Amidst the white light, Medissa held a spear in one hand, and slowly walked out of the void to Brendel's side.
Next was Scarlet, a red-haired girl holding a halberd. Although it was no longer the Spear of Lightning, it could not hide her aura. Another Gold ranker under the age of twenty. The princess and her teacher silently looked at each other.
The Shire smiled. As a mage's attendant, he naturally had to stand together with his Knight. He lightly patted his horse, and the horse seemed to understand him, and docilely came to Brando's side.
Next was Mephistopheles and Andrique. The vampire's daughter stood out from the rest. She wore a long cloak, and in her hands was no longer the pair of blood sculpted scimitars she usually used. Instead, it was a spear that surged with the power of blood.
The two of them stood side by side.
Next was the Mercenaries of Lopes. When the Nightsong Tiger and the others appeared, they caused quite a stir. The Mercenaries of Lopes' reputation was not only in Brando's memory, but also in the whole continent. Their attire was so strange that they attracted everyone's attention.
"This is impossible!"
"He has the Mercenaries of Lopes under his command!"
"Legend has it that the Mercenaries of Lopes never leave Fanzin to fight. What is this guy's background?"
One Elemental Awakener, five Gold rankers, and more than ten Silver rankers. Although the number of people did not exceed thirty, when these people gathered around Brando, everyone gasped.
This was an army.
Not to mention the others, even Princess Gryphine could not help but be startled.
"Although I have heard of it, I still did not expect him to have so many talented people under his command." She could not help but sigh in a low voice.
"But he still stands with you, Your Highness." Oberwei replied.
"That is because of his Knight's qualities." The princess sighed. "But I, the royal family of Corvado, do I deserve such honor?"
Oberwei did not answer.
"That's a Silver Elf!"
A scream came from the crowd. Medissa had silver hair, silver eyes, and skin as white as snow. Most importantly, the dazzling scale armor on her body was like a work of art. It was exactly like the armor of the legendary Silver Elves.
"The Silver Elves are back?!"
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me …" Everyone was stunned. Legend has it that the Silver Elves went into seclusion after a prophecy. They claimed that until the day the Four Holy Cathedrals fulfilled the Holy Covenant, they would fight alongside the Black Elves again.
But the Holy War was imminent, and the day when the Four Holy Cathedrals fulfilled the Holy Covenant seemed to be far away.
Only Oberwei could see that Metisha was different. "It's a Heroic Spirit." The princess nodded gently.
His Knight had gathered around him.
No one could laugh anymore.
The strength of Brando's side was enough to make him a King. Everyone understood this. He raised the long sword in his hand, Halran Gaia, and the black blade vibrated slightly as it pierced through the rain.
"Listen carefully."
"Don't let me see anyone fall behind."
"Or else, I'm afraid you will fail —"
The sword fell, and the sound of horse hooves thundered.
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(PS: I went out today, and I got home in the afternoon, so I'm a little late. This should be the last chapter of The Book of Wrath.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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