On the battlefield, the battle flag of the White Lion Legion began to move slowly again.
Maynild was at the forefront. The female Knight held the battle flag in one hand and a long sword in the other. She was like the initiator of the entire White Lion Legion's attack. The imps fought with her for only a moment before they were cut down by her sword.
It was the first time Freya had seen such ruthless swordsmanship. She couldn't help but be surprised because the swordsmanship was so similar to Brando's. At that moment, Maynild felt like she was the incarnation of the White Lion, baring her fangs and claws, tearing apart all her enemies and leading everyone forward.
Behind her, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion and the students of the Royal Knight Academy erupted with their greatest potential at this moment. The attack finally became successful. They broke through the wall like a hot knife through butter.
"Taurens!"
There were heart-wrenching cries.
Freya also saw it. She flipped over the wall and saw that there was another wall behind it. Behind it were densely packed Taurens with giant axes. There were at least a hundred of them. Before she could even open her eyes wide, the soldiers at the front of the group were sent flying into the air.
Behind the Taurens, a group of ladies with snake hair and longbows appeared. They were Medusas. Although the young girl from Bucce did not know much, she still recognized this mythical creature.
"Ah …" Freya could not help but let out a low cry.
This was a trap.
Everyone suddenly realized this. Maynild's face was frighteningly cold. Freya even saw that the female Knight's hand holding the flag was pale and even trembling slightly.
"Don't look over there. Let's continue forward."
She shouted with difficulty.
But a wave of arrows had already enveloped the wall. This was the Medusas' shooting. The dark green arrows could not be blocked at all. The soldiers at the front were turned into stone before they could even struggle.
After a round of shooting, the people at the front were reduced by a third. The Medusas moved quickly and began to draw their bows again.
…
The White Lion Battle Flag suddenly disappeared.
Marquis Balta saw this scene with his own eyes. He saw the war flag of the White Lion fall and disappear into the rain. A feeling of despair appeared in his heart. He suddenly felt a little absent-minded, as if there was only one voice echoing in his heart:
Erouine had lost his last chance.
"Lord Marquis, watch out!"
A Brute Devil swept past the city wall and brushed past Balta. The marquis was momentarily distracted, but his hand was already empty. His longsword had already been pulled away by the Brute Devil. Startled, he turned around and saw a horned demon jump in front of him.
What a terrifying aura.
This was Balta's last thought. The Longhorn Demon had already mercilessly grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up from the ground. The Marquis, who was more than one level below him in strength, had no room to resist.
"Sir Marquis!"
"Legion Commander!"
Amidst the screams of the White Lion Legion, Balta completed the final journey of his life. At that moment, he seemed to see a light in the darkness. A tall and familiar figure stood there, just like on the battlefield.
The Marshal.
The Longhorn Demon effortlessly broke the neck of the Marquis Erouine, the Commander of the White Lion Legion, and threw the lifeless body aside. Then it stepped on the Erouine flag on the city wall.
It looked contemptuously at all the human soldiers in the city. In its opinion, the soldiers here were simply trash. Even the worst creatures in hell were stronger than them. If it weren't for the fact that the portal couldn't transfer more high-end troops for a while, this place would have been destroyed ten times over.
It was really tired of dealing with these bugs.
But in any case, this damn Acropolis was finally taken down.
Acropolis Bunuo had fallen.
In the crystal ball, Wood saw the flag disappear in the rain. He finally realized the fate of defeat. Erouine would be destroyed because of this, and his path would end here. No one knew better than him what this incident meant to the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
He could almost imagine that he would lose everything in the past. But more importantly, the Holy Cathedral of Fire would be humiliated because of this. The old man couldn't help but cover his face and sigh deeply.
Everything was his fault.
"Let's get ready to retreat. I believe they will regret it if we go against the wishes of those nobles." The once illustrious Officiator could not help but reply helplessly at this moment.
"Please wait a moment, Archbishop." Yura, who was sitting at the side, suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?"
Everyone turned their heads to look at the blind girl.
… …
A spear appeared in Freya's field of vision, and the lightning arc on the spear blade jumped onto the Tauren in an instant. The spear blade moved forward and pierced the monster's chest. Blood spurted out, and then the girl with a long ponytail pulled out the spear and made the monster fall to the ground.
She looked at her with some curiosity in her golden eyes, and then reached out to her, "Are you … Freya?"
"I am." Freya knew the girl, "Are you Scarlet?"
The girl smiled slightly, revealing her cute canine teeth, "Yes."
"Have you seen Metisha, Freya?"
Freya shook her head. She covered the wound on her shoulder with one hand and looked around in panic. Soon, she saw Maynild lying in the ruins.
"Senior."
Her heart tightened, and she rushed over there. The black-haired female Knight's eyes were closed, and her breath was weak. An arrow was stuck in her chest, but even so, she was still holding the White Lion Legion's battle flag tightly in her hand.
As if hearing Freya's call, Maynild opened her eyes with difficulty. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and stared at Freya. "Freya, listen carefully …"
"Senior …"
"Take this battle flag … You are the commander."
"How can …"
Has it already failed?
Freya looked at Maynild's serious face, but she always felt that Maynild's care for her was more like a family member, or more like an elder sister. She did not have an elder sister, nor did she have an elder brother, so she especially cherished this relationship.
Maynild smiled at her, but it was an ugly smile.
"Go, Freya."
"But you?"
"I'm not dead yet …" Maynild smiled, but it was uglier than crying, "Go, this is an order, you idiot. I believe in you … "
Why do you believe in me? Freya did not understand why Maynild and Brando always believed in her unconditionally. She did not know anything, and she could not learn anything. Compared to the others, she was as clumsy as an ugly duckling.
Everyone had fallen, including Maynild, Carlo, Enloch, and Mok. Only Bretton and Carglise were still fighting for the last time. She turned back and looked at the scattered battles near Medao Village. Due to the loss of command, defeat seemed to be in front of her eyes.
What could she do?
But Maynild seemed to see the girl's confusion. She smiled at her and mouthed something to her. Freya did not understand what it meant, but as a mercenary, Scarlet understood.
'Because you are the Goddess of War, silly child.'
"Because this is my request, Freya, okay?" Maynild asked weakly.
This sentence made the girl from Bucce clench her fists. Throughout the battlefield, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion had begun to retreat.
But Freya turned back, "Scarlet."
The girl with a ponytail looked at her in confusion.
"Can you help me?"
Scarlet did not answer. She knew that Brando trusted this girl because she had followed Brando for the longest time. Brando was not afraid to sigh with her about the people and things around him. The girl was very satisfied with such a life, although she just listened quietly.
Then she nodded.
"Thank you." Freya took the White Lion Legion's battle flag and took a deep breath. Although the tension was not washed away from her, she took one last look at Maynild.
She leaned the female Knight against the battlements and replied seriously, "Senior, I will let this battle flag shine on the battlefield as long as I am alive."
"Erouine will not perish-"
… …
The death of Marquis Balta was like the final death knell of Fort Bunuo. At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to collapse. But in every corner of the city, the officers of the White Lion Legion were still holding on to the final battle.
"Owen, do you still remember the book called Summer of the Wisteria?"
The young officer of the White Lion Legion in silver-gray armor stood in the heavy rain, as if he had not recovered from his failure. Marquis Balta was dead, and the White Lion Legion seemed to have come to an end after a series of failures.
Countless demons rushed to the top of the city, bringing with them an aura of despair.
"We failed, Charlotte, don't talk about your book."
"Yes, I think so too, Owen. So order the soldiers to open the south gate of the Acropolis and let's retreat from there. "
Owen suddenly turned his head and stared at his companion with bloodshot eyes, "You're crazy!" He gritted his teeth and shouted, "We must not retreat, our teammates are still in front!"
Charlotte smiled.
"Then remember to buy that book for me, the one with the golden edge on the cover, the collector's edition published in the year of the crescent moon, you know."
"What are you talking about?"
"Go and pick up the flag, Owen."
A few minutes later, the south gate of Fort Bunuo opened.
The remaining soldiers of the White Lion Legion in the city began to retreat. The commander of the demons, the Longhorn Demon, immediately noticed this. Of course, it could not tolerate these humans who had caused so much trouble for it to retreat.
It let out a trombone, and the demon army immediately rushed to the south gate. It personally led the team, ready to crush the bugs.
But it rushed down the city wall, bypassed several alleys, and came to the only square in the city. Here, it saw humans on standby — not only the guards of the White Lion Legion, but also men in ragged clothes and even children.
The Longhorn Demon suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Sherlock stood in the crowd and raised the longsword in his hand contemptuously.
"I know you're listening — fire at me, Victory!"
…
"Fire at me, Victory!"
The voice coming from the magic crystal seemed a little distorted, but it still did not hide the firmness in it. The mage who gave the order was silent for a moment before turning back to look at the count behind him.
Count Janilasu, who was wearing a long overcoat and looking pale and tired, closed his eyes. He rubbed his forehead as if he had made a great decision before replying,
"The commander of the demons is there. Fire at him."
"But my lord."
"I'll take all responsibility," the count replied indifferently.
If someone dared to give up their life, then why wouldn't he dare to give up his reputation?
The earth trembled, and the dazzling golden light had connected in Fort Bunuo, like a sea of fire. Owen watched this scene with his eyes wide open, watching the lower-level demons who had lost their command flee in the fire, watching his colleagues turn to ashes in the explosion, and tears had already welled up in his eyes.
He straightened the body of Marquis Balta, then raised the tattered flag of Erouine high.
That action seemed incomparably sacred.
…
Two flags reappeared on the battlefield.
It was a glimmer of hope exchanged with the blood of countless people. It was like a shining belief, and everyone couldn't help but feel their blood boil. Even on Victory, Erouine's navy officers couldn't help but close their eyes.
Archbishop Wood watched this scene in silence.
Although Yura couldn't see it, the thunderous cheers outside had already reached her ears. She wasn't from Erouine, but a smile still appeared on her face.
"Come on, Erouine."
But on the battlefield of Medao Village, Carglise, who was attacking, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
What's going on?
He and all the young people from Tónigel felt strange. Not only them, but the entire White Lion Legion felt this throbbing in their hearts.
In front of them were the unstoppable Taurens. The White Lion Legion was retreating. Under the double attack of the Medusas and the cave lizardmen archers, they had already lost most of their previous gains.
Everything was about to come to naught.
But a flag caught their eyes. The flag didn't seem to be woven from cloth, but made of gold. The flag fluttered in the heavy rain, and the white lion on it came to life.
It was Freya.
The female Knight held the flag in one hand and the sacred sword of the Lionheart in the other. She crossed everyone and faced the terrible monsters from Jorgendy Ridge.
At that moment, Scarlet was beside her, and the White Lion Legion was behind her.
His left hand was a mountain man, and his right hand was a white lion.
When he moved forward, he was unstoppable.
At that moment, history seemed to have been rewritten.
The scene from seven centuries ago reappeared seven centuries later.
But their enemies had changed from Cruz to demons. The subtle coincidence of history seemed to cause the air to tremble slightly. Everyone felt the throbbing of fate.
Freya raised her sword.
"White Lion Legion, listen to my command. Attack!"
"Even if we die, we will die on the path of attack."
"Perhaps one day, the White Lion Legion will rise from the ashes and not be extinguished forever."
The female Knight's voice clearly pierced through the rain. Her promise was like an oath, just like the rule that King Erik had set before the Lionheart Sword. At that moment, a miracle happened. The students of the Wang Li Knight Academy were surprised to see the armor of the White Lion Legion light up slightly.
Then, a layer of faint golden light seemed to descend from the sky and surrounded every soldier of the White Lion Legion, forming a golden mark.
If Brando were here, he would probably recognize that this was the final mark on the White Lion Legion's armor.
It was also the source of the legendary ability of the White Lion Legion that he and Bosley could not figure out.
The Mark of the Lion gave the wearer a heroic effect. The wearer of the Mark of the Lion Legion would never fear, and their morale would always be high. They would never fall into panic under any circumstances.
The soul of the Lion Legion seemed to have been revived.
Carglise looked up. He suddenly felt that the gaze from the sky that had been watching them all this time had disappeared. It was as if the ancient king had left, but Erouine had found a new successor.
The remaining soldiers of the White Lion Legion roared and attacked the enemy that was several times their number. At this moment, fear and hesitation were no longer obstacles in their hearts, but the motivation to overcome them and move forward.
Although they might be defeated in the end, the legend of Erouine and the White Lion Legion would be passed down.
It would never be erased.
It was a pity that the Taurens from Jorgendy Ridge could not think. Otherwise, they would tremble at the thought of facing an army that had abandoned everything. But in the face of these indomitable humans, the only thing they could do was raise their giant axes.
Perhaps they didn't quite understand why these humans could accept it so calmly even though it was clearly a failure. To the creatures from the dark underground, survival was the only glory they had.
Behind the Taurens, the Medusas also raised their bows.
The two armies clashed against each other.
Courage, glory, and the desire to survive were all mixed together at this moment, and they were no longer separated. The humans had sacrificed a great deal to achieve a temporary stalemate with the Taurens, but the price was a heart-wrenching loss.
Freya rushed to the front, her sword so firm that it seemed like it could cut through all obstacles.
Scarlett looked at the back of the Knight with some admiration, but it was not her courage that moved her, but her unyielding faith. It was the first time she knew someone could be so determined to fight alone without relying on others.
It was a temperament that made her admire him. She used to think that only the Lord had such an aura.
But it turned out that a girl could also do it.
Freya's back was like a deep memory at that moment. It was just a moment, but it was deeply imprinted in her heart.
She was suddenly a little willing to hold the sword for her, opening up a path for her by her side.
… …
"Can we win?"
"I'm afraid not."
Wood, the cunning fox Makarov, and Oberwei had a short conversation. The Archbishop of Cruz stood up, and the attendant immediately put on a robe for him.
"Archbishop?"
"The people of Erouine are fighting for their fate. To be frank, I have to gamble for my fate and faith." Wood sighed and replied, "Just watching from here makes me feel ashamed. It also brings shame to the Flame King."
"But my Lord, the devil should have a trump card. If you attack now …"
"Now is not the time to think about this."
Wood replied faintly.
At this time, the door of the cabin was suddenly opened. Everyone couldn't help but frown. Were the people below so flustered that they even forgot the basic etiquette?
They turned around and saw the strange face of the Violet Earl, Bali.
"They're here!"
"Who?"
Scarlet stabbed a Tauren and then suddenly turned around. She grabbed Freya who was in front of her and furrowed her beautiful brows.
"Scarlet?"
"There's something."
The ground trembled slightly, and soon, everyone could feel the slight change. The soldiers of the White Lion Legion were the first to turn around.
There was still a long time before dawn.
But there was a silver light on the horizon in the south.
It was not the dawn.
Instead, it was an undulating silver armor that formed a continuous line. Countless cavalrymen were galloping on the hills. They held their flags high, whistled like the ocean, and sang the hymn from the era of the War of the Holy Saints.
"Cavalry!?"
"Where are these cavalry from!?"
"There is such an army in the south?"
Freya furrowed her brows slightly. She saw a flag leading the army forward, singing songs she had never heard before, as if it was an army from a mythical tale.
"The horn sounds again, may the races still remember the sacred covenant."
"The wings of darkness cover the sky, but the silver dawn still rises."
"The ancient oath echoes in the earth, the armor is new, and the sword is still humming."
"The Holy Saints have come, and the fire of war is ignited again."
On the flag, a pure silver sacred lily emblem shone almost dazzlingly.
The Silver Elves.
Once again, they were back on this land.
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(PS: The third volume ends here … It suddenly feels so long.) (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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