This was originally the largest wool market in the east of the port of Ampere Seale, but the previous battle had turned it into ruins. There were many defeated soldiers gathered in the ruins. The Coast Guards and the nobles' private soldiers were arguing, while the White Lion Legion looked on coldly.
"Your Excellency, the Holy Cathedral will not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries. This is not out of arrogance, but because the Holy Cathedral does not want to be influenced by secular power. The Holy Bible and the Holy Covenant clearly state this principle. I think you should understand this point."
Count Vitokin adjusted his helmet and let his attendants put on his armor. However, his beard and hair were burnt, which damaged his dignified appearance and made him look a little funny. He had escaped from the Anderla Cathedral with Duke Seifer, and the injuries on his body were also from the fire. When he turned the armor on his arm, a burst of burning pain made him grimace.
"But Your Excellency, isn't punishing evil also one of your priorities? What's more, the other party is an evil heretic, an enemy of mankind who preaches chaos. "
"Of course, the Holy Cathedral will not sit by and watch our country fall into suffering and ignore it," the voice replied with some amusement.
However, the physical pain was nothing compared to the piercing pain in the soul. The power that came from the 'Ultimate Realm' was frightening. In order to suppress the Flame of Sin, the Ash Sword Saint Mephisto had pulled Moros into the Ashen Wilderness. However, that final glance caused everyone present to feel a chill in their hearts.
Royalty, title, they were all useless in the face of true power. The Holy Cathedral was high and mighty, but they still had to bow their heads in the face of the Ultimate Law. Vitokin looked at his pale palms, which were still trembling slightly.
He raised his head and looked not far away. Duke Seifer's famous swordsman, Nicholas, was negotiating with the Holy Cathedral under his master's signal.
"Then I would like to ask on behalf of the Duke, what do you intend to do?"
"Let's put it this way. We were invited by the new royal family of Erouine to arrest Greysword Saint-mephistopheles. This person has killed the high-ranking members of the Holy Cathedral and is a vicious outlaw. In addition, we're here to bring back the sacred relic of the Holy Cathedral, the Flame King Gatel's sacred relic, a fragment of the Holy Sword Oderfeiss … "
The priest in the priest's robe rambled on for a long time. The general meaning was: We will help you deal with Greysword Saint-mephistopheles and fight against the 'cultists,' but you have to solve your own domestic problems.
He was a typical Kirrlutzian, with his chin held high and haughty, as if you country bumpkins should be grateful for it. Duke Seifer didn't say a word. His face was terrifyingly dark, but he didn't dare to flare up.
As early as after Oberg the Sixth, the nobles of Erouine gradually fell. People even forgot that Erouine used to have masters of the Ultimate Realm. The late King Erik was a sage of his generation. During the Second Restoration Era, it was said that Erouine used to have two Sword Saints of the Ultimate Realm, and the chief court wizard was the famous Tulman. But after that, the glory never returned.
Nicholas' face was also cold. "Those cultists are with Her Royal Highness. So what?"
The priest pondered for a moment. "Lord Wood said that we can build a temporary teleportation circle for you to send the Black Blade Squad to the battlefield … This is already the limit. If we build a teleportation circle here, there will be one less teleportation circle in the future in the Holy War. You know, even in Cruz, such a teleportation circle is only used to send elite troops … As for such a third-rate troop, to be honest, it's a waste. But for our allies, we can sacrifice them … "
Nicholas' face was terrifyingly dark. He interrupted, "I understand. Thank you for the support of the Holy Cathedral. But when does the Holy Cathedral plan to make a move? "
"It will be here soon. The means of the Holy Cathedral are beyond the imagination of ordinary people." The priest opened his arms and replied with a look of admiration. "Everyone, just wait for the show. Oh, it's already here —"
All of a sudden, the sounds of quarreling above the ruins stopped at the same time. The monks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in their red robes raised their heads at the same time. In mid-air, as far as their eyes could see, the space opened from both sides, and pure white ripples appeared.
In the middle of the ripples, the incomparably complex and mysterious Lines of Law were opening a door of light.
The wind above the ruins stopped in an instant.
There were a total of twelve light gates suspended in midair. Then, a three-layered magic array extended out from the light gates. Accompanied by fluttering white runes, twenty mysterious people wearing golden-red robes and silver masks stepped out from the light gates.
Each of them held a flame-shaped longsword in their hands.
If Brando was here, he would definitely recognize these Knights of the Holy Cathedral of Judgement. This was one of the most special organizations of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Each of these Knights was personally trained by a real Knight of the Flame. Their true combat power was often far superior to most powerhouses of the same level.
The most important thing was that they often only had one mission, and that was the trial of heresy.
Count Vitokin raised his head and looked at these Knights of the Holy Cathedral.
Spatial spells … This was the highest forbidden spell that the Holy Cathedral of Fire claimed to have led to the Infinite Land. These spells, born in the War of the Holy Saints, had long been the top secret of the major Holy Cathedrals, and were the few remaining spatial spells in Vaunte today.
It was the first time he had seen such a miracle with his own eyes. When he saw the Cruz Empire's Holy Cathedral of Fire send twenty Knights of the Holy Cathedral of Fire from the headquarters to the battlefield thousands of miles away, he only felt his mind go blank.
As a soldier, he knew very well what this meant. This was truly invincible power.
But he had even forgotten that Erouine's people had faced such power head-on and won a glorious victory. At that time, the Holy Cathedral was even more powerful, and Erouine had just established his country. He was like a baby in swaddling clothes.
Vitokin only felt a shiver and even a trace of regret. It would be easy for these Knights of the Holy Cathedral to seize Erouine's power. Could these nobles really hold on to their power?
Until the sound of footsteps stepping on stones and debris sounded behind him, he was awakened.
Vitokin turned around and saw a white-haired old Knight walking over with his hands on the hilt of his sword. Two other Knights accompanied him. The old Knight was wearing a slightly faded dark blue cavalry uniform. It was the old Commander of the White Lion Legion, Leider.
The old man was also looking up at the sky. The count hurriedly stood up and wanted to say hello, but the old man did not even look at him and walked straight past him.
Vitokin's face suddenly turned red and white. This old man really looked down on them. He secretly gritted his teeth and cursed. Although the White Lion Legion was the best in the kingdom, so what? They still couldn't protect the Lionheart Sword.
You're a whore and you still want to maintain your chastity. Bah! What's so great about that? He tore away the gentleness of a noble in his heart and could not help but curse fiercely.
This dissatisfaction was expressed on the count's face as he snorted disdainfully.
But Leider did not seem to hear.
The old man seemed to be thinking. He gently pressed the ivy pattern on the hilt of his sword. It was a 32-year-old cavalry sword, and the ivy pattern on the sword was almost worn flat. Since that war, this sword had been with him for half a century. Every time he wore this sword, it would remind him of the era when the wind blew on the plateau. Everything in the past was gone with the wind.
The young people of the White Lion Legion were still arguing. Even the child, Cullen, was crying and begging him to take the White Lion Legion away from here and leave this sad place. A soldier must have the courage to face death and grief. Those children gave their best answers when faced with a choice. They illustrated the value of the White Lion Legion.
But should the White Lion Legion lose their faith? The old man no longer had the energy to care. His eyes were burning with a deep and firm flame, as if supporting the last trace of strength of this old body.
He stared ahead for a long time.
The kingdom, or the Lionheart Sword.
The late king, there is not much time left for the people of Erouine to make a choice. The Holy War is imminent. Madara is watching from the side of the bed. Erouine must not fall into a long-term civil strife. Death is in sight.
And this land, this homeland where the blood of the ancestors was spilled, was the land that carried the dreams of the people of Erouine. As long as this land existed, Erouine would see the light again one day.
He was too old, and the White Lion Legion was just like him, aging day by day. He was so old that he could no longer carry the flag. But no matter what, he still wanted to try his best.
Hope should be left to the future generations.
Someone had to bear the responsibility.
Your Highness, Marshal, it seems like this is all I can do.
… …
The students of the Royal Knight Academy and the White Lion Legion finally fought their way out of the encirclement of the northern nobles, but this did not mean that the crisis was over. Everyone knew that there was still a large number of Coast Guards ahead. Today's life and death were uncertain. At this time, Brendel ordered everyone to dismount and slowly advance along the streets, conserving their strength.
They were passing through Toffus Square, which was on the same axis as the Anderla Cathedral and the Grand Auction House. It was the middle line of the west of Ampere Seale Port.
Maynild was a little worried about the speed of the army. She was worried that the White Lion Legion would catch up from behind. But when she asked Brando this question with a cold face, Brando shook his head.
"No, do you know how many people the White Lion Legion has mobilized to kill us?" he asked quietly.
The female Knight was slightly stunned. She lowered her head and made a rough estimate. In the first battle, they had encountered and defeated about four columns of enemies. Each column had about two to three hundred people. But they had cut through the line of defense of the White Lion Legion. There must be more troops on both sides. She was worried that these troops would catch up from behind.
Brando saw the hesitation on the female Knight's face. He shook his head and explained, "The White Lion Legion has Jude, Sharp Claw, and Lion's Mane. There is also a Knight Regiment called White Lion Blade. In the past, there was also a Guard Regiment, but it was later disbanded." Brando glanced at his own White Lion Legion and continued, "Considering that it is unlikely that the White Lion Legion would really mobilize a legion to leave the border, it is very likely that the ones participating in the battle are elites from one of the legions."
"In the previous battle, we encountered two columns of Franz's troops. They should be the archers and light infantry of the First Swordsman Regiment of the White Lion Legion. The light cavalry squadron that was defeated later should be a Knight Regiment of the Holy Cathedral and the cavalry scouts of the Third Swordsman Regiment of the White Lion Legion. The unlucky guy you killed was their commander, Conn … "
Brendel couldn't help but shake his head when he saw that the female knight was slightly taken aback. She seemed a little surprised, but it wasn't obvious from her cold expression. In fact, Conn was quite famous in history. It was a pity that he died just like that. However, there were always casualties in war, so he could only think so.
"The defensive line formed by the White Lion Heavy Guards that we broke through in the end was clearly another troop. Considering that the Jude Guards are made up of four Swordsman Regiments and two Heavy Infantry Regiments, it is very likely that we have half of the Jude Guards in front of us. That is, two Swordsman Regiments and one Heavy Infantry Regiment. "
"Am I right, Sir Oberwei?" Brando turned around and asked.
The Lone Wolf of the Kingdom nodded and looked at Brando with some surprise. Before Erouine's resurgence in Gryphine, one of the major drawbacks of the military system was that there was no unified organization. Often, the rules were set by the nobles and lords. The major legions also had their own system, such as the Northern and Southern legions.
Therefore, even if they were both soldiers, they might not necessarily know the organization of the other legions. Needless to say, it was impossible for Brando to know the origin of the enemy, who they belonged to, and who their commander was.
In fact, this was a common phenomenon in the continent of Vaunte in this era. In a war, commanders could only barely determine which army they were facing by judging flags, capturing prisoners, and so on. Because of this, there were countless mistakes, and there were a few famous generals in history who used this factor to create many classic examples of battles.
However, history was like a torrent. Cruz and Madara's military reforms had already begun, and soon it would open a new chapter. The era of war after the Great Demonic Tide was coming. Although Erouine was on the last train, in the end, he disappeared under the dust of history because the reforms were not thorough enough.
Brando looked at the people present. Most of them were soldiers. The sergeants were originally trained as low-level officers, and they were the seeds of Erouine's reforms. Like Oberwei, they knew how unbelievable Brando's previous judgment was.
Everyone was a little disapproving. How could one guess the enemy's sequence on the battlefield? It was not that there were no such arrogant commanders in history, but there were many who fell into the trap because of this, and there were even some famous examples that were passed down through the ages.
But after seeing Oberwei nod in agreement with Brando's answer, they felt a little complicated. The 'commander' was very confident, and naturally it was not a fluke, so there was only one possibility left.
"How do you know?" It was rare for Maynild to open her mouth and ask on behalf of everyone else.
Brando smiled, "Because I am familiar with every army of Erouine. I know very well what they will do and how they will do it."
He answered this way, not because he wanted to pretend to be a prophet. It was because he had to show such confidence because he was the only one who could lead them out of here. He knew very well that he had to show enough confidence to convince everyone.
"You said that you are familiar with every army of Erouine?" A soft but calm voice asked.
Brando looked up and saw Her Highness in military attire. His eyes could not help but light up slightly. He then remembered that Gryphine was never a flower raised by the royal family, and her swordsmanship had always been the best among her peers. She must have participated in the previous charge.
He even saw the sword on the half-elf girl's waist and the bloodstains that had not completely dried up on her face.
She turned around and stared at him with her silver eyes. Her silver curly hair hung down on the dark blue woolen military uniform, and the tailored uniform seemed to fit every line of her body. It was really refreshing. Brando then realized that she had been wearing this military uniform from the beginning. No wonder she wore a thick cloak to cover it up and looked a little bloated.
But when Her Highness asked the question, her tone was a little strange.
Brando hesitated for a moment. It seemed that it was not impossible to say that he was familiar with every army. He had 'lived' in Erouine for nearly a century, and during that time he had fought side by side with many armies, including the private armies of the nobles. But this answer seemed a little too unbelievable, and it seemed a little omniscient.
"Erm, you can't say that." Brando thought for a while and replied carefully, "At least I should be familiar with the uniforms of the regular army."
He noticed that Princess Gryphine had a strange look on her face, and he turned around to exchange an inexplicable look with Oberwei.
Oh no, it seems a little too much. But Brando could only continue. He thought for a while and replied, "So the conclusion is very obvious …"
"According to the Kingdom's White Lion Legion, a swordsman regiment should have three light infantry columns, one archer column, and an additional mage squadron and scout squadron, a total of 1,100 people. The heavy infantry regiment is half of it, so I estimate that the White Lion Legion on this battlefield is probably less than 3,000 people. "
When he said this, Maynild already understood what he meant. The White Lion Legion had less than 3,000 people, and in the previous battle, nearly one-third of them had been severely injured. An army that had lost more than 30% of its members in a battle and still had not collapsed was already impressive. It would be ridiculous to say that they could continue to pursue.
Not to mention that Brando had more than double digits of Gold rankers in his hands. Even if the White Lion Legion fought with all their might, they might not be able to win.
"But they might not just watch us leave, right?" Maynild raised her long eyelashes and silently glanced at Brando.
"Yes, so we have to come up with a new plan now."
"A new plan?"
Brando nodded.
It was obvious that there was more than that on the battlefield. The key was Cruz's people. The princess seemed to have thought of the same thing. She raised her head and asked, "Is it because of Cruz's people?"
"Due to the deterrence of the Holy Bible and the Sacred Covenant, Cruz's people and the Holy Cathedral of Fire probably won't intervene personally, but they can find a way to help our enemies." Brando silently recalled the methods of the Holy Cathedral of Fire as he replied, "Since Cruz's people are here, they are definitely not here to treat us to tea —"
"Besides, we are the masters of this place. If anyone wants to treat, it should be us." He was still in the mood to joke, causing a low chuckle among the officers. Brando's indifferent attitude won the hearts of most people. No one liked a coward, especially these young men with military qualities.
"Then how can they help, Sir Commander?" As soon as Brando finished speaking, someone asked loudly.
Most of the people present could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard that Cruz's people would not intervene personally. After all, Brando was the only one present who came from another time and space. He was a freak who could completely ignore the deterrence of the Cruz Empire. After all, the empire had accumulated power for centuries, and its strength had long been ingrained in people's hearts.
"At least they can let our enemies advance on the battlefield. We have a large number of troops in front of us and a large army behind us. Everyone, please don't think that just because we defeated the White Lion Legion, we will have a smooth journey ahead."
"We've only defeated a small portion of the White Lion Legion's personal guard regiment. The real elites have yet to come." Brendel reminded the rest of the White Lion Legion.
"The Door of Flame!" Princess Gryphine's silver eyes lit up slightly, "You mean, the Holy Cathedral may build a temporary teleportation portal in Ampere Seale like the Door of Flame in the last Holy War?"
Brando nodded.
"But that kind of teleportation portal costs a lot of money, and it won't be a drop in the bucket for the Holy Cathedral. I heard that only a few teleportation portals like that were built in the entire war. Are they willing to invest so much for the nobles in the north? "Maynild asked.
Brando couldn't help but shake his head. Pure soldiers! Princess Gryphine nodded calmly, "The Holy War is coming. A stable Erouine is far more important to the Holy Cathedral than a teleportation portal. Besides, Erouine is the frontline of the war. It's necessary to have a temporary teleportation portal in the future …"
"That means, the Black Blade Squad and the White Lion Legion may appear on the battlefield in Ampere Seale at any time." Rouka nodded.
"But our army is still in the territory of Vlada Pest." Enrique's expression changed a little. This guy who had fallen off his horse finally woke up, "This is going to be fun. Aren't we going to be surrounded like dumplings?"
"Don't worry, all of this is just speculation. It's the Holy Cathedral's trump card. After all, the teleportation portal has a time limit. But we have to have a corresponding plan, "Brando replied," I like to plan ahead before doing something. I hope you guys are the same. So we need a new plan to deal with the changes that may happen next. "
"So what do you plan to do?" Maynild asked.
"I haven't thought about it yet, but we can eliminate those unrealistic options one by one." Brando replied, "The most direct way is to turn around and kill our way back to the port area. In front of us are the patrolling cavalry and the main force of the Coast Guards, but we will also have the support of our allies."
"But now that the weather has cleared up, and although there are still storms in the open sea, since the Holy Cathedral knows that we may take the sea route, I'm afraid it's not a wise choice for us to make. Besides, in a battle on the sea, strong people with Elemental Strength and above can easily destroy our sailboats. By then, even if we don't get caught alive, I'm afraid we'll drown — "
"That means we can only break through by land." Maynild replied calmly, as if this matter had nothing to do with her. This female Knight made Brando feel a little strange. She was completely different from the person he remembered. In Brando's memory, his senior was daring, confident and calm. She always had an infectious smile on her face, but she never lacked dignity and decisiveness, as if she was a born leader.
But there seemed to be something lingering around the female Knight. Maynild finally frowned, her face cold. When she looked at someone, she seemed to be immersed in her own thoughts. She always seemed to be thinking about something.
Every time Brando thought this, he felt a little strange. They were clearly two different people, but he always subconsciously compared them.
Maynild saw that he was looking at her in a daze, and couldn't help but frown again.
"Ah, I'm sorry." Brando came back to his senses.
"It's nothing. But if we leave Ampere Seale by land, we need to pass through the Frada Forest and cross the Arreck Mountains. This is not a smooth road. On the contrary, it's full of thorns. We may face Duke Arreck's army, and at the same time, the nobles in the north won't let us break through so easily. "
"No, you're wrong. I'm afraid this is not a break through, but an escape. A dangerous and difficult escape with a small chance. "Brando shook his head and smiled bitterly," But we have no choice now. "
"We have to break through from the south, leave Ampere Seale, pass through the Frada Forest and the Arreck Mountains, and join your army in the south. Her Highness and Lord Oberwei's original plan was to break through from the south and leave Ampere Seale by land, right? With Lone Wolf's intelligence, I think he must have made arrangements in advance. "
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Princess Gryphine.
"Yes," the half-elf girl nodded calmly and answered on behalf of Oberwei, "but we still don't have much choice. The army in my territory will go north along the Arreck Province, but it will take at least three to four days to reach the southern border of the Frada Forest."
"And if they are stopped by the local army of the Arreck Province, I'm afraid it will take even longer."
Brando listened and nodded secretly. He knew that the princess and Oberwei had a trump card. Listening to her tone, this army was still useful. Even the army in the Arreck Province did not seem to be enough to completely defeat the enemy, and could only stop them for a while.
As far as he knew, Her Highness' own army in the Frada Paz Province definitely did not have this ability. The Knight Academy's students also did not have this ability. In fact, at this time of the year, the only students who could be of use in the Royal Knight Academy were the first batch of graduates, plus the outstanding freshmen like Freya and Bretton.
In other words, Her Highness must have the support of the nobles behind her. The royal family's foundation was still very strong. This was only the nobles who supported the royal family. It did not take into account the King's Party who had parted ways with them. The King's Party was backed by Duke Anthony. If the two parties did not completely fall out with each other, they could really have the power to govern the north and south.
But that was obviously not what Princess Gryphine wanted.
Brendel knew the princess better than anyone else. She was calm and rational on the surface, but in reality, she was unyielding. She would never compromise with anyone.
But it was obviously not just that.
He showed a curious look. The princess definitely had more than this trump card. If that was the case, she would have been forced to forfeit at this card table. Right, what else did he not think of?
Seeing Brando's eyes, Princess Gryphine sighed. "But it's not like there's no chance, Mr. Brando. As long as we can leave the port of Ampere Seale and retreat towards St. White Bay, I can arrange for reliable allies to support us … "
St. White Bay?
A light flashed in Brando's mind. He knew this place. This place was south of Ampere Seale, and after passing through the Frada Forest, it was a bay surrounded by cliffs. Because of the geographical environment, it was not possible to build a port and wharf, so it was generally used as a temporary shelter.
But in his memory, he could only remember that it was the habitat of the Storm Hermit Crab, a level 12 aquatic monster. In the past, this place was only related to a few fishermen in the port of Ampere Seale.
Where would there be any allies?
Wait!
"Anchor point," Brando suddenly reacted and could not help but blurt out, "The anchor point of Erouine's First Royal Fleet!"
"Ah!" Princess Gryphine let out a low cry.
As soon as the words came out, Brando also realized something and looked up at Princess Gryphine, only to see that Her Royal Highness was looking at him with an indescribable look. "Mr. Brando … You … How did you …"
Hah, I accidentally said the wrong thing again. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed. It was not a good thing to have advanced knowledge. It was too easy to be treated as a fraud.
The secret anchor point of Erouine's Royal Fleet in St. White Bay was a secret that no one outside the royal family knew …
He was about to explain, but he did not expect the half Fairy Princess to look at him with a complicated expression, as if she had understood something. After a while, she said, "Mr. Brando, so what Commander Bunide said was true … Mr. The Shire is really still alive. You and Mr. Brando are really …"
"Ah?" Brando was stunned, "Wait, what's the relationship between me and The Shire? Isn't it a relationship between a Knight and a squire? "
Puzzled, he turned his head around.
He saw The Shire's bitter smile.
…
(PS: I forgot the time as I was writing. I saw that I had written 8K words … OTL. If you don't want to break up the plot recently, just post it all together.
Also, let me explain. Recently, I wrote about the Conflict Halo. If I remember correctly, it should be 7 points of defense now. There was a chapter where I wrote the wrong calculation formula and wrote 11 points. That should be a bug. I have changed it now. Everything will be based on the formula that Brando proposed when he met Abel.) (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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