The sunlight was like a bright sword, piercing through the mist. On the highlands, flowers covered the ground, and rivers flowed as brilliantly as silver. But between the forests, rows of spears pierced through the mist. The highland infantrymen in armor advanced side by side. Swallowtail flags and spear flags came into view one by one, each painted with the emblem of a leading Knight, from a lion to a pelican, from a thorn to a garland.
Finn's Column, Constantine's Column, Beale's Column, and the Northern Coalition Army were gathering. Spears pierced through the forest, and the snow-white tips rose and fell slightly with the breathing of the infantrymen, weaving a shining ribbon a few miles away.
Looking into the distance from Mount Anker, the south seemed to have become a dark ocean. Flags floated on the ocean, and from time to time, the reflection of weapons flashed across. Brando pursed his lips. This was the real battle. Only at this moment did he have the illusion of returning to the past.
Everyone clenched the longswords in their hands, unaware that their hands had turned white. The private soldiers of the nobles even forgot to breathe, staring at the endless army with their mouths wide open.
And behind the army, there was a steady stream of tails that were converging. Tens of thousands, this word only reflected its unprecedented pressure at this moment. Tens of thousands of people breathed at the same time, as if the wind was about to stop.
The breeze on the Mar Highlands was calming down.
The air became hot and stagnant, a sign that a storm was coming. On the green meadow, a Knight was speeding away from the main formation of the Northern Coalition Army. The Knight held his spear high, trotting proudly in the northern position.
"Look, that's the genius Knight of the Harbor Covenant. The Count intends to appoint him as a Column Commander. I heard that it's to replace his father's position."
"A twenty-year-old Column Commander?"
"Because he's a genius. I heard that the Viscount fought a few beautiful battles against the Lion Men in Donitoquin, and won miraculous victories. The veterans who fought with him called him 'Vanag', did you know? 'Vanag' is the legendary hero of the highlanders. "
"Veterans?"
"It's the veterans who participated in the November War. He can command them. Only he can command them. I heard that the Count intends to train him to be the next Legion Commander. "
"That's just too ridiculous."
"That's possible. It's rumored that Lord Viscount is the last disciple of Earth Sword Saint Darius. Think about it, before Lord Sword Saint became famous, didn't people also call him 'Wanag'? "
"I don't think that's possible, but I heard that Lord Darius still has descendants, right? Who knows where he went after that? Maybe Lord Viscount is a descendant of that lord. After all, Lord Darius still doesn't want to see Erouine split … "
The soldiers discussed animatedly, and in the end, they couldn't help but feel deep veneration. During the restoration of the kingdom, Sword Saint Darius had left behind a legendary reputation in Erouine. His mysterious retirement in the end added to this legend. The commoners all believed that the Earth Sword Saint was the protector of the kingdom, and that one day, when the kingdom was in danger, he would come out with his sword.
In The Amber Sword, such a saying was even widely spread among some players. Erouine players even improved the military swordsmanship left behind by Darius for this reason, but no one, including Brando, would have thought that the protector of the kingdom could not escape the trial of time in the end.
And the last hope was also drowned under the ashes of Bucce.
Brando stroked the long sword in his hand, and his heart was filled with disappointment.
Viscount Von Dougning, however, held his head high and was in high spirits. If you looked closely, you would find that the rider wrapped in silver armor was the young man who stood next to Vitokin a few days ago. He was also the captain of the Knight who clashed with Brando before the auction. He was the genius Knight of the Nayo people. Even the veterans of the November War admired him and thought that he might be the next Earth Sword Saint.
Viscount Von Dougning also thought so in his heart.
He raised his spear and rode the heavy Drake around the Northern Alliance Army's main camp. His cloak was like a golden flame behind him. Wherever he passed, the Northern Alliance Army soldiers cheered and yelled, "Come on, let's go!"
"Wagner! Wagner! "
"Wagner! Wagner! "
The young man's forehead was covered in sweat, but he still held his head high and came to Count Vitokin's side. The Count nodded with satisfaction. The White Lion Legion was full of heroes, but the Black Blade Squad was not without successors, especially those who were praised by the veterans of the November War. This young man's battle with the Lion Beastmen in the north could be described as perfect, just like the young Sword Saint Darius.
Although Count Vitokin did not care about the rumors circulating among the soldiers, if one day Von Dougning became the next Earth Sword Saint, then the Black Blade Squad might surpass the White Lion Legion one day. He took the long spear from the young man's hand. The commander holding the spear was an important belief of the Black Blade Squad, but now it was only a ceremony. Count Vitokin asked calmly, "Have you seen the position of the princess?"
"Yes, Your Excellency!"
"How is it?"
"Arrogant."
Under the shadow of the foot of the Anker Mountain, there were three huge square formations. Thousands of noble private soldiers were lined up in a long line on the north bank of the stream. The first three rows were holding spears that were four or five meters long, and the oval shields reflected the sunlight. These strange tower shields did not look like any of the human soldiers. Instead, they looked like the field troops of the Silver Elves — the Throat of Ans.
A heavy silver barrier lay in front of the Northern Coalition Army.
"It's the genius of the Nayo people." Brando was wearing a full set of Knight's armor for the first time. He was sitting on the back of a warhorse in the middle of the square formation. When he heard Count Audine say so, he raised his head and looked at the complacent Knight in front of the Northern Coalition Army in the distance.
"The Black Blade Squad is fighting with the Golden Mane Lionmane Beastmen in the north. Viscount Von Dougning dealt with the enemy with less than a quarter of his troops. He penetrated the enemy's rear and burned the granary of the Golden Mane Beastmen. He forced the Holy Cathedral of Earth to retreat temporarily. Makarov once said that this person would be Erouine's future general. Mr. Brando, you have to be careful of this person. "Princess Gryphine reminded Brando in a low voice behind him.
Brendel's calm expression changed under his mask, and he chuckled.
What did he have to be careful of? He should be careful of the other party. In history, this person was killed for Freya. Now that Erouine's Valkyrie was on the battlefield, this Viscount was in for a bad luck.
Wolf Knight Oberwei noticed Brando's expression and could not help but smile. "Why, it seems that Mr. Brando is acquainted with this person?"
Brando nodded.
Not only was there an acquaintance, this person also owed him a duel.
"Princess Gryphine did not let the sergeants form the core of the central position."
The old Knight Leider took the monocular away from his eyes. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes moved slightly as he gradually frowned. "Which army is that?"
"Judging from the flag, it's Audine's private army."
"That's too arrogant." Marquis Balta also sighed. "It seems that Her Royal Highness has underestimated the enemy due to her consecutive victories. I'm afraid this battle will be won in one battle."
These words were exactly what most of the first-line noble commanders present were thinking. It seemed that Lady Martha still favored the north. Although the Seifer royal family had been deprived of their glory, the same could be said for the Corvado family. Count Vitokin could not help but close his eyes. He was glad that he did not choose the wrong side.
They would definitely win.
On the battlefield.
The left and right wings of the princess's army extended back to Anker Mountain, giving up the two mountains in the south, Marchenko Mountain and Villeko Mountain. It formed a huge battlefield zone with the center as its backbone.
The main position became the center and protrusion of the entire battlefield. Her Royal Highness intended to use this axis to adjust the balance of the entire battlefield.
Everyone could not help but sigh in their hearts. "What a bold move, what a bold move."
It was a pity.
"But as long as the axis is defeated, the princess's army will lose its support." Viscount Von Dougning pointed to the shadow of Anker Mountain in the north and analyzed in high spirits. "The entire battlefield will be divided by our side. They will have to fight for themselves. Defeat will only be a matter of time."
"How can Oberwei make such a mistake? He's the lone wolf of the kingdom!" A noble officer asked loudly.
"Because he wants to pursue greater initiative. This is the character of the lone wolf. He will endure patiently and kill with one strike!" The viscount replied confidently.
"Where are the Nagas and the students from the Royal Cavalry Academy?"
"They must be on the left and right wings!" Viscount Von Dougning replied word by word.
Everyone understood. Count Vitokin raised his head and stared at the shadow of Anker Mountain for a long time. After a while, his gaze fell on the young man on the dragon's back. "Viscount Von Dougning, do you dare to be the vanguard of the new king?"
Viscount Von Dougning was ecstatic. He knew that this was the best opportunity for him to become famous in one battle and leave his name in history. He immediately raised his head high. "Of course."
The messengers shuttled back and forth. The nobles' orders were intertwined and sounded in the plains. The flags of the Northern Coalition Army were being passed back and forth. Then, the army began to move slowly.
Everyone held their breaths. Brando suddenly felt a chill on his forehead.
The wind started to blow.
"Raise your spears!"
"Advance, maintain the formation!" The first to move out was the Beale Column from Balthasar (1). The Beale infantry wore only breastplates, halberds in their hands, wide-brimmed helmets, and loose breeches, which were fastened with iron gauntlets below the knees. The Beale infantrymen were well-disciplined. Their uniform blue and white battle robes were connected together. Looking down from above, it looked like a blue and white ribbon on the meadow that was slowly separating from the Northern Coalition Army.
Viscount Von Dougning was riding on a huge land dragon, leading his rangers to follow behind the infantry. As far as the eye could see, two thin lines of infantry traversed the entire valley. The blue and white lines were faintly discernible along the undulating terrain. Banners fluttered in the wind, and there were actually hundreds and thousands of them.
Although they knew that this wave of attack was just a test, it was inevitable that they would feel a surge of excitement. This was the real battle. How many people could see it with their own eyes? Not to mention personally participating in it. Moreover, he knew that this would be the battle that would make him famous.
From then on, Von Dougning would be another name that shone in Erouine's history.
He raised the spear in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I will take the lead with my spear. You shall win from me! Long live Erouine! Long live the king! "His voice shook the plains. The Northern Coalition Army responded in unison.
The cheers were earth-shattering.
The roars were like ripples on water, causing ripples in the nobles' private soldiers under Count Audine. The private soldiers gripped the spears in their hands tightly. Their sweat flowed down like a fountain, but they did not notice. Count Audine looked at his nervous subordinates and could not help but sigh. This plan was too bold. How could his subordinates be up to it?
He turned to look at Brando.
Brando's face did not have a trace of worry. He was calmly listening to the princess beside him. "I have heard from Oberwei about Mister Brando's heroic actions in Fortress Riedon. I wonder what it was like when Mister Brando launched his attack?" Princess Gryphine looked at the Northern Coalition Army with a calm expression.
At that time.
Brando smiled, "I didn't think too much about it. But people have to survive. It's the same for nobles and civilians. In front of life, there is no difference. "
"Is this what Mister Brando wants to tell me?" The princess asked sharply.
"No, it's just a thought."
Princess Gryphine glanced at him.
Brando was silently counting in his heart. He suddenly turned around and asked, "Amandina, how much longer?"
"Less than ten meters, My Lord."
Amandina yawned behind him and answered softly with reddened eyes.
The Beale Infantrymen were slowly advancing along the valley in a row. To them, the princess's army's position on the north bank where the streams intersected was still a gray and unclear line. No one would have thought that they would be attacked at this time.
The priests of the Holy Cathedral of Fire who followed the army began to chant prayers. The hymn reverberated over the wilderness forest. From time to time, golden light would fall from the sky and bless the infantrymen.
This was a Flame Protection Spell. It was a large area blessing that added 1 point of defense and 1 point of fire damage to the recipient. However, the increased defense of this spell conflicted with the armor. Therefore, the lighter the armor, the better the benefits. It complemented the Beale Infantrymen very well.
But it was at this time.
Everyone on the battlefield saw a sudden flash of light in the Beale Infantrymen's formation. Several Beale Infantrymen were suddenly thrown high into the air. Their corpses fell like puppets on the grassland full of blooming flowers.
Then, a thunderous explosion spread throughout the plains.
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Background Notes:
(1) Nayo, a port developed from a fishing village near the Gray Mountains in the Yanilasu Province. (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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