The ripples created by a single drop of water could spread across the entire pond like a spider web.
It was the same on land.
Rodu watched with satisfaction as his private soldiers spread out in the rain along the Silversmith River. Although their movements were slow, their formation was messy, and the nobles' private soldiers were shouting and pushing each other in the rain, they were able to set up a line of defense a quarter of an hour faster than he had expected. Veterans who have been on the battlefield are indeed different, the baron thought as he sat on horseback, completely ignoring the fact that their previous opponents were just unarmed peasants and so-called 'thugs'.
Under the heavy rain, a few soldiers under the lead of a Knight kicked open the door of a house and chased the owner out. They then occupied the house as their base of operations. The windows of the house were broken one by one, and the soldiers were rummaging through the cabinets in search of valuable 'spoils of war'. Their actions were quickly copied by the others, and for a moment, the cries of women and children filled the air.
Baron Rodu watched coldly from the side. In his eyes, an army was like a beast, and a beast had to bare its fangs and bare its claws. This was the morale of an army, and without morale, how could they fight a war? Rodu thought that he was an experienced soldier, and when he saw his private soldiers using their fists to teach those dejected men a lesson, not only did he not stop them, he even felt satisfied.
How could these thugs have the courage to resist? They had to be taught a lesson so that they would obey obediently.
The sound of crying could be heard in the rain.
The Knight gathered around the baron and said loudly, "I think the princess is just a little girl who blindly trusts the people around her. I think the Royal Faction is also up to no good, giving her two hundred students. I'm afraid she's going to have a hard time. "
"Yes, my lord, this time we'll show her what a real war is like." The Knight echoed in unison, laughing in the rain.
Seeing the morale of the soldiers working, Rodu nodded in satisfaction. He raised a bag high and shouted: "Everyone, work harder! Whoever captures the princess will be able to take this bag of gold from my hands!"
His voice spread far and wide along the riverbank.
Bess looked disdainfully at the enemy on the other side of the river through the brass spyglass. She frowned at Rodu's duck-like voice. Ever since she was young, she had always been like a man. When she grew up, Bess really picked up the romantic side of a man and became a soldier of the kingdom.
Not only that, she also became the most outstanding scout officer of the Royal Li Knight Academy. She put down her binoculars and stood as straight as a javelin on the horse. The thundering hooves seemed to want to merge with her. One after another, the horses and the Knight leaped past her.
Bess felt like she was in the middle of a torrent, and her companions were calling out the names of the Knights.
"Kan Meyr!"
"Hymin!"
"Kiel, remember to bring my share!"
"Eden, for Erouine!"
"For Erouine, advance!" Every young knight who passed by was shouting and shrieking. There was not a trace of fear on the young faces under the pointed helmets. There was only an indomitable yearning to move forward.
And excitement.
Bess silently looked at the front of the line. It was already a torrent. At the furthest end of the curtain of rain, swallowtail flags had been lowered one by one, like dominoes.
She could almost hear the cold command, "Level the pike —"
"Level the pike —"
"How unlucky," she spat.
She looked back, only to see the smiling face of her companion. "What, do you regret it, Bess?"
"Regret? Of course not. " Bess replied contemptuously, "They're just chickens and dogs. If only it was the Whitelion Legion in front. We're stronger than them!"
"The princess's safety is more important, Bess. Your thoughts are too dangerous!"
"Of course I know!"
In the heavy rain.
Rodu raised his money bag high, waiting for his subordinates to cheer. Unfortunately, he did not get a response for a long time. The silence in the heavy rain was a little strange.
What's wrong? He looked back in shock.
Everyone was listening attentively.
On the long street, the crisp sound of hooves could be heard amidst the rain. One, two, as if the hour hand was spinning faster, the sound was clear and powerful.
Then, a storm —
The hooves of the horses were lifted up and down by hundreds of thousands. They were uniform and gradually gathered into a force that shook people's hearts. A rapid drumbeat penetrated everyone's eardrums. It was as loud as thunder.
The Silversmith River was just a small ditch in the city of Ampere Seale. A rainstorm would cause it to overflow over the low and flat embankment. At this moment, everyone was looking at the water.
The surface of the water trembled, as if it was milk in a cup on the table.
The surface of the Silversmith River trembled slightly.
Until a pike cut through the curtain of rain —
The shining tip of the pike was like a silver shuttle, and all the raindrops flew out from both sides of it. A man and a horse, their silver hair flying, their snow-white cloaks like flags, painted with pure lilies, as if they were still shining on the battlefield a thousand years ago.
"Elf?"
On the other side of the river, the noble's private soldier who was holding a family captive had this thought in his mind. He was even completely stunned, and could only open his mouth wide as he watched the tip of the pike in his field of vision grow bigger and bigger.
In an instant.
As if time had frozen, it suddenly resumed its flow. With a squelch, the pike directly pierced through the soldier's open mouth and into his brain. The tip of the pike pierced through his throat, and then the huge impact completely shattered his skull, causing his facial features to distort. The fear in his eyes also distorted together, and after showing the greatest tension, his skin tore apart with a whoosh, revealing the bright red flesh and blood below.
Blood spurted out, but the pike continued to move forward, lifting half of the skull, and continued forward with the bright red flag.
The soldier who lost half of his head twitched, and then fell to the ground softly. Blood splattered in the wind and rain, and a few sprayed on the 'captives' at the side. The family of three was completely stunned where they were.
Metisha swept past them with a cold face.
Like a silver light.
A few drops of blood fell on the face of the Silver Elf Princess, and it was a little cold and piercing, but she did not even blink. According to the age of humans, she was only fifteen years old this year, but she had experienced thousands of wars long ago.
It was the most tragic war since the Year of the Holy Saints, and countless familiar people died in it. Life and death became passersby, and only fighting became instinct.
This was the battle skill of the Silver Elves.
"Enemy attack!"
"It's the cavalry —!" The shrill cry was like a sharp ear-piercing alarm that resounded through the river bank. Everyone seemed to wake up from a dream, and it seemed that the enemy was not as weak as they imagined.
Baron Rodu's face was pale, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. He looked back, and the Knight looked at each other. When had they ever seen such a rider?
Metisha raised her pike high.
In the wind and rain, the flag fluttered.
There was a loud bang, as if a barrier was broken behind her. The curtain of rain in front of everyone shattered like a glass wall, and the rainwater turned into pieces of glass, and suddenly moved forward. After that, a huge army of Knight seemed to break out of a box.
Black military uniforms, black armor, black warhorses, a black torrent.
"Long live!"
"Long live!"
The Knight shouted, and the real warriors were not stingy with their blood. Although Metisha was just a little girl, she temporarily had the demeanor of a real Knight, and at this moment, she became a goddess in everyone's heart.
The Goddess of War.
"Stop them!" On the other side of the river, a noble Knight finally reacted, and almost shouted himself hoarse: "Set up your pikes, set up your pikes, or you're dead!"
The noble's private soldiers on the other side of the river seemed to have just come to life, and only then did they hurriedly set up their pikes. Perhaps it was their survival instinct that stimulated their last bit of potential, or perhaps it was the shallow Silversmith River that comforted them, but no matter what, at the last moment, these insignificant third-rate soldiers actually calmed down.
A forest of pikes appeared on the other side of the river.
Metisha ignored it, and only raised her pike —
"Wings of Spirit!"
A clear shout resounded throughout the battlefield.
A circle of magic circle unfolded on both sides of the girl, and as the magic circle spun, the spiritual lines expanded along the circle, and quickly connected into one. * Whoosh * A pair of wings that were hundreds of feet long spread out, and with a gentle flap of the wings, the Silversmith River in front of Metisha seemed to be injected with some kind of magic, and the white waves in the river immediately rolled back, and the waves formed a twelve-headed Hydra that raised its head high, and like a tsunami, it pressed down on Baron Rodu's private soldiers on the other side of the river.
"Ah!"
Baron Rodu was stunned, and for a moment, he did not even know if he should give the order to defend or retreat. He had some mediocre wizards under his command, but at this level, their usefulness was meaningless. The noble's private soldiers could only watch as the giant wave came crashing down on them.
* Boom! *
The giant wave instantly broke the formation of the noble's private soldiers on the other side of the river. In fact, before the giant wave formed, they had already begun to waver, but how could they move faster than the wave? Most of the noble's private soldiers had just turned around when they were swept into the river like garbage.
Then, the flood brought the screaming nobles' private soldiers head-on into the houses on the other side of the Silversmith River. After a few loud creaking sounds, the houses collapsed and flowed into the streets behind them.
Baron Rodu's line of defense collapsed in an instant. Behind the giant wave, the young Knight walked on the waves. They were facing a line of defense that was constantly retreating, and the pikemen had already fallen forward and backward, unable to fight back.
One side was retreating, while the other side was accelerating, and then the two lines of defense crashed into each other.
It was like the scene of a comb combing one's hair. The young knights of the princess penetrated the formation of the nobles' private soldiers almost without any hindrance, leaving behind a line of defense that was riddled with holes like a sieve. However, wave after wave of attacks, the psychological defense of the nobles' private soldiers completely collapsed in an instant.
They could only turn around and run.
But the merciless cavalry continued to advance.
The young cadets were driving the enemy away to prevent them from regrouping. Even though it was meaningless against the private soldiers of the nobles, the young cadets still followed the strict rules of the cavalry as if they were textbook standards.
As far as the eye could see, Luo Du's private soldiers were fleeing in all directions like ants under a collapsing dam.
The sky was slowly turning bright.
Brando pursed his lips as he looked at the scene in front of him, but there was no trace of satisfaction on his face. He suddenly tightened his grip on the reins of his horse, and both man and horse turned around. After standing still, he raised Halran Gaia high up and pointed it to the side.
"Bretton, blow the horn. Have the entire army split up!"
"Brando, what are you trying to do!" Bretton almost jumped up. Wasn't this the time to chase away the enemy?
But he immediately became speechless. He stared blankly at the sky-blue spiders that appeared once again. But this time, they were not on the ground, but in the sky behind Brando.
One by one, tens of thousands of Wind Spirit Spiders appeared in the sky above the battlefield, like a dense, sky-blue net.
There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.
Brando turned around.
"Brando, you … …" Bretton swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Freya was also stunned. It was not the first time she saw these spiders, but it was the first time she saw Brando commanding so many spiders.
"Listen to my orders," Brando's voice suddenly echoed throughout the battlefield, "Knights of the Royal Knight Academy, continue to attack from the flanks and continue to advance — —"
"Advance — —"
"Advance!" After a moment of silence, there was a tsunami of cheers and roars.
After Baron Rodu was dragged out of the water, he stared blankly at his Knight. That Knight was shouting at him, but strangely, he could not hear a single word.
But finally, the sound seemed to have returned to his senses. He gradually heard his subordinate shouting something to him, "… … My Lord, they are splitting up!"
"What splitting up?!"
"Those Knight are splitting up!"
Rodu was startled, but his face lost its last trace of color, "Those bastards are herding us together. They intend to drive us forward!"
"They intend to use us as cannon fodder, my Lord!"
"My Lord, the Coast Guards behind us have been discovered by them — —!" The mournful cries seemed to be far away in Baron Rodu's ears. He stood up shakily and stammered, "We can't let this happen."
"Ian, help me get on the horse. We have to think of a way to regroup, or we will die — — "
But he could not finish his sentence.
He suddenly saw a spear protruding from the chest of his subordinate Knight. He looked up and saw the red-haired female Knight riding on the warhorse, her long ponytail fluttering in the wind.
That was the last thing Baron Rodu saw.
Then, everything fell into a cold darkness.
Scarlet wiped the blood off her cheeks and turned back. Her cold amber eyes only showed a little warmth when she saw that figure.
On the battlefield, at the same time, almost the exact same scene was playing out in many places. Rodu's Knights obviously understood their final fate, but there were still some who tried to resist. But just as these Knights were about to gather the people around them, a dazzling golden light fell from the sky.
In an instant, it pierced through his body.
On the battlefield, the golden light crisscrossed — —
… …
"Rodu is finished."
"They have discovered the army of Sir Owen and Sir Maloser. Our princess is not simple."
The white-haired but still hale and hearty old man turned around with a smile. He was wearing the most traditional military uniform of Erouine, with a variety of medals hanging on his chest, and the most dazzling one was the Candlelight Medal of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Leider Dulo, Deputy Commander of the White Lion Legion, and also the most senior Knight in the White Lion Legion.
In the eyes of Cruz, he was Erouine's most respected enemy, and the true pillar of the White Lion Legion, the Lion of Erouine. When he became famous, Sly Fox and Lone Wolf were still children.
He was loyal to the Royal Family of Covardo, neither the Royal Family nor the Northern Nobles. He was a mainstay of the Royal Family's power. But in this civil war, in order to repay the kindness of the Royal Family's eldest son, he stood on the side of the Northern Nobles without hesitation.
Even so, no one dared to disrespect him, not even the players back then. This old man became famous in the Holy War, and since then, he had been the spiritual pillar of Erouine's army. His loyalty to the kingdom was no less than anyone else's.
But at this moment, the old man shook his head and looked at the other two people in the room. He smiled and said, "It's embarrassing that we old men have to bully a little girl."
Marquis Balta smiled awkwardly. He certainly knew what the old man meant. "Don't worry, Knight Leider, we will ensure the safety of the princess and the little prince."
Although he was the Commander of the Legion, he couldn't be tough in front of this old man.
The old man glanced at him.
"But I'm more concerned about how they discovered the Coast Guards." Marquis Balta quickly changed the subject.
"I'm not sure, but their scouts shouldn't have been able to get here. Although Rodu is an idiot, he has hundreds of men blocking the Silversmith River. It's not like he can't even keep an eye on a living person. " The old Knight touched his chin. "The other party should have made a judgment. It's not impossible to find them through clues …"
"Her Royal Highness has grown amazingly under the guidance of that little wolf."
In all of Erouine, probably only this old Knight dared to call Oberwei a "little wolf." Balta couldn't help but smile bitterly. "The Royal Family's eldest son is not inferior under the guidance of the old man."
This time, the old Knight nodded without hesitation.
While the two were talking, the "guest" beside them who hadn't spoken all this time suddenly stood up. "Hey, what's that?"
"This is … the Heaven's Armor!"
In the wind and rain, in the direction of the Silversmith River, golden light was intertwined …
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