Just as Brando was heading towards the Spiral Hall, a group of exhausted Knights were passing through the shimmering ice forest. The forest was silent in the world wrapped in silver. Every branch that grew from the snow-white trunks was as fragile as glass. With a light touch, it would completely turn into powder with a crack.
Heavy footsteps came from afar, and the varying depth of the footsteps showed that the owner was nervous.
Then came the rustling sound of insects crawling under the grass, but it was actually the soft footsteps of some kind of four-legged beast.
"Damn it!" The young Knights of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment gritted their teeth and cursed as they turned around and pulled out their longswords.
The next moment, demons with white fur emerged from the darkness. They were snow-white wolves, all white except for a pair of cold eyes that flashed with a yellow light. The wolves passed through the thorny forest, growling as they attacked the Knights from all directions from the bushes, under the snow.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. On one hand, there were the growling Winter Wolves, and on the other hand, there were the roaring Knights.
"Fifteen."
"Seven over here."
The Winter Wolf's pouncing movement froze in the cold air, and then a narrow and bright blade pierced its throat. The white beast rolled over and fell to the side of the bushes.
The Knights took a step back in unison, leaving a long row of corpses quietly flowing with dirty black blood. Black smoke rose from the bodies of the monsters and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The wolves were like a rolling wall of snow as they passed over the corpses of their own kind. They growled and stood side by side, their silver fur moving without wind. Accompanied by the low growls of these demons, the dark magic in the forest was gathering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The magic formed intertwined blue curves, and then condensed into crystal ice prisms. The ice prisms were suspended in the air for a moment, and the next moment, they came like a storm.
"Ma — Sha — is — on!"
With a hoarse roar, one halo after another unfolded from the Knights of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment. The Knights waved their longswords and smashed the icicles into pieces. A few icicles passed through the gaps between the blades and hit the halo on the armor, shattering into pieces and exploding into a cloud of ice mist.
Brund frowned and punched the Winter Wolf's open bloody mouth, almost knocking it back with a punch, splashing blood and broken teeth. Then, he turned around and slashed at the face of another Winter Wolf that was waiting for an opportunity to pounce on him, leaving a wound that was so deep that the bone could be seen.
The beast whimpered and fled with its bleeding wound, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
"Hahahaha," Alea's rough laughter came from one side, Brund looked in that direction and saw that his companion's mouth was full of blood, he had actually bitten a wolf to death, he laughed loudly and said, "They bite me, I bite them, what is fairness, this is fairness. That's why I like to fight, here everyone is equal regardless of background, Brund. "
His neck was wrapped in thick gauze, he was swaying and his face was as pale as paper. Blood continued to seep out from where he was injured last night, but this did not stop his violent temper and loud voice. In fact, someone had stopped him from getting up from the stretcher to participate in the battle.
Brund frowned, "Where is your upbringing, Alea?"
"I only have upbringing for upbringing, who would talk to a dog about upbringing." Alea replied indifferently.
"This is not a dog, this is a wolf." Rollo corrected.
"It's all the same."
Brund was too lazy to pay attention to these two guys, he shook off the beads of blood flowing on the dark steel blade and looked around. The forest was like a dark hole of illusion, the shadows of white beasts far and near were everywhere.
And in the farther direction, the elegant stag was resting on a snow-white rock, as if waiting for them to move on.
Since tracking it, they had been trekking in the snow for hours on end, and the Winter Wolves had been tracking them in the forest all night. Everyone was cold and sleepy, relying only on their willpower to support themselves.
Like the Erouine people, the Cruz people were superstitious that these rare and elegant creatures in the forest would bring good luck, and the stag did lead them all night to find a path to move forward in the dark forest, as if they were blessed by the gods.
However, the good times did not last long. At this moment, the sky was gradually brightening, and the first rays of dawn appeared on the eastern horizon. Everyone could see a long white wall in the sky a few miles away – a glacial cliff stretched across the canopy of the forest, its crystalline ice surface sparkling under the morning sun.
The glacier pressed heavily on Brund's chest, making his heart pound.
Was there really a way ahead?
Freya panted slightly, her bright light brown eyes were also full of doubts.
"Ladies, I'm afraid there's no way ahead, what should we do next!" A Knight of the Folded Sword Regiment shouted.
"No way, the glacier can't be endless. Since the stag has brought us here, it means there must be a way to get around it." Little Pero replied.
The sickly young Cruz man was wrapped in a thick bearskin coat, holding a rapier in one hand and a crossbow in the other, but he was not inferior to his companions in battle. Many Winter Wolves had fallen at his feet, and every wound was a fatal blow.
Seeing that the others had shifted their gaze to him, little Pero continued to answer slowly, "As long as we find the natural edge of these broken glaciers –"
"Will there be?" Freya could not help but blurt out, and then covered her mouth. Such unconfident words did not seem to come from the mouth of a commander.
"There will be," Little Pero only glanced at Freya and replied with certainty, "if it is indeed a naturally formed glacier."
"What if it isn't?" Alea stepped up two steps to catch up from behind, just in time to hear the conversation.
The sickly young man glanced at him and did not answer.
Alea opened his mouth. He was not afraid of Brund, who came from a great aristocratic family, and could even be neither servile nor overbearing in front of the eldest son of the Emperor. But only in front of little Pero, he could not lift his head like a mouse seeing a cat. Even he himself could not figure out the reason.
But that did not mean that his big mouth could stop talking. He thought for a moment and complained, "If you ask me, we shouldn't have trusted a stag, I really don't know what's going on in your heads."
"I'm sorry, this is my decision." Freya stood up and replied.
"I'm not targeting you, Sir Commander. I'm just a little surprised that so many of us seemed to be possessed, and no one raised any objections at the time. " Alea replied. The commander lady from Erouine was far less powerful than them, and her tactical level could only be said to be average, but that did not mean they could not disrespect her.
If it were not for the investigation of the cause of Anika's death, she would not have fallen into a trap and fallen into this situation.
At least she had the awareness and courage of a commander, which was a feeling they often felt from Veronica.
"This is the strange part of the whole thing," After repelling a wave of attacks from the Winter Wolves, Brund also came over, "Alea, we Cruz people and Erouine people grew up listening to the legend of the stag. The stag in the Dark Forest is the same as the unicorn, the embodiment of kindness and order. They once guided the Flame King and Erik, and today they have come to guide us again. You did not stand up against it at the time because you agreed with this from the bottom of your heart. "
"Nonsense." The rugged Knight curled his lips.
"Alea, it's understandable that you Inir people have never heard of the legend of the stag." Brund chuckled, "But you have to admit that there are some mysterious and inexplicable things in this world."
Only then did Freya notice that Alea did seem to have some Inir blood, as evidenced by the light blond curly hair and long and narrow nasal cavity. He also had a strong local accent when he spoke. This Knight looked like he was from Fanzin or a race further north.
But Alea jumped up as if he had been poked in the foot, "Brund, what do you mean by that?"
"As I said, if you were a little more confident, you wouldn't treat your origin and bloodline as an attack," Brund replied nonchalantly.
"Hmph!" The former snorted heavily, but did not answer.
Freya had become accustomed to the quarrel between the two men this night, but even if they were to argue for a reason, it would not help to solve the current predicament.
What they had to do now was to completely curb the attack of the wolves.
"In any case, we have to defeat them first, then bypass the glacier and continue north." Freya paused and said to the others, "If possible, meet up with Brando and Lady Veronica."
"But it's too difficult to get rid of the wolves in the forest." Rollo frowned and shook his head.
"How do you know if you don't try?" Alea turned back and replied nonchalantly.
"You don't know wolves, Alea, you don't know how cunning they are."
"That's natural, I'm not a mountain man, how would I know these beasts?" He spread out his hands in amusement.
The dark-skinned mountain Knight stared at the former without saying a word.
"Exactly," the girl from the countryside of Bucce pulled off her cloak, "That's why we need to fight back. We can't get rid of them if we get entangled with them, we have to take the initiative to attack and defeat them until they don't dare to chase us anymore. "
Little Pero saw Freya tying her cloak to a spear and immediately understood what she was thinking, "It's too risky, if you risk exposing your position, maybe the silver monster is lying in ambush, it's obviously coming for you."
Freya hesitated for a moment, "There's no way to think about it anymore, we're all exhausted, I don't want to be driven forward by the wolves like this, waiting for death when we're too tired to walk."
She raised the flag in her hand. "I'm the commander, and I'll lead everyone to break through the encirclement. If I fall, you will take over my flag and pass the information of the monster to Brendel and Lady Veronica."
"You're just an apprentice commander."
A slightly cold voice came from behind, and then Freya felt someone holding the spear in her hand. She was slightly startled and looked back to see Maynild's expressionless face.
"Senior Maynild?"
"Leave the flag to me," The black-haired female Knight gently took the simple battle flag from her hand, "You give the order."
"Senior … …"
"Don't talk nonsense, give the order."
Freya took a deep breath, she looked back at the others, and little Pero and Brund both nodded to her. Her gaze swept across the undulating forest and snowfield, and she had a plan in mind.
"Descendants of the Flame King, the Knight of Cruz, with the flag as the center, the two wings close to the center."
The girl's clear voice rang through the forest, and all the Knights of the Folded Sword Regiment turned their heads in amazement. A silver flag had been erected in the forest, it was clearly a cloak that fluttered in the morning breeze.
The cloak was also embroidered with the emblem of the White Lion.
"Knights, prepare to attack!"
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