Marcus found that he had suddenly lost control of the battle. He had nearly ten thousand undead under his command, but they were of no use at all. Ever since he discovered that the group of refugees had disappeared, it seemed that everything was developing out of his control. At first, Gulob and Diren each lost a platoon, allowing the refugees to circle around to the back of the army.
With Marcus's keen senses, he immediately smelled something unusual. The half-zombie immediately determined that the refugees were rushing to his flanks, intending to break through the blockade of the undead army. So he immediately ordered Wesar and Ebdon to spread out to the flanks, trying to block the refugees' escape route.
But he did not expect that in less than half an hour after the order was given, Ladios and Gulob lost their left flank, which was the group of refugees. No, it should be said that it was the mysterious army. Now, Brando had risen to the level of Madara's regular army in Marcus' mind.
In fact, the real Madara's regular army probably did not have this ability. According to Brando's army's decision-making and combat ability, it should at least have the strength of Erouine's Imperial Guard. Even Marcus almost could not help but think that he had encountered Erouine's Imperial Guard or the Free Cavalry. He could not help but wonder if there was a big fish among the refugees.
But in any case, the enemy's tactical intention was very obvious.
This intention was very strong. They wanted to break through the siege, they wanted to break through! The position where Ladios and Gulob's left flank disappeared formed a striking straight line on the map. It was more like a sharp sword that pierced the heart of the undead army.
The half-zombie lord stared at the straight line and could not help but feel a chill in his heart.
Medes stood up and threw the bone in his hand out. His eyes flashed as he stared at the dark forest, where his army was ready to go. But was his judgment right? Marcus was not sure this time.
Who were they?
Who was their commander?
When did Erouine have such a commander?
*****
The night wind was like a pair of cold hands caressing the gorge. The rocks and valleys reflected a layer of cold light, and the trees rustled as if responding to the rustling sound of the waves on the mountain.
The cavalry ran through the entire valley like a rushing river.
The earth rumbled.
Brando raised his sword and appeared in front of everyone. The light from the elven sword formed an undulating surface of light in the darkness like a silver flag — and to the others, the flag was the victory that the young man had brought them.
The horsemen were already wholeheartedly in admiration. If they were to believe in a legend one day, it would definitely be that a king was truly invincible.
Some of them were even veterans from the end of the November War. Some had experienced the Battle of Flower Moon, and some had experienced the defeat at Karsuk Highlands. However, Erouine had disappointed them time and time again. It was as if the country had sunk, and the will of the past had been buried under history. Under the dust, the glory of the past no longer belonged to them.
Therefore, they fought for money and became mercenaries. Their fate was to chase after bounties and treasures. They had already abandoned the honor and faith of a warrior.
But there wasn't a soldier who didn't desire victory.
Even if he was a veteran who had experienced countless wars, it was still the same.
Today, Brando let them pick up the flags that had been trampled thousands of times from the ground. He told them that they could still achieve a glorious victory. Even if they were like a Knight, just fighting for the right of others to live, just fighting for the right of their own survival — as long as they followed behind him, victory would be so easy.
It made their blood boil.
They moved forward, and Xassar's squadron collapsed! They moved forward, and Gulob's squadron collapsed! They moved forward, and Ladios's left wing disappeared! They moved forward, and Gulob's army vanished into thin air —
What was Madara's army? The undead who didn't know fear were also so vulnerable. That terrible army even made Erouine's regular army tremble in front of them, but they also turned and scattered in front of them.
For a moment, the Knight even believed that his name was invincible.
Brando pointed his sword forward —
The cavalry immediately cheered and formed a black torrent that rolled forward. It was as if no one knew fatigue, even the horses. Even the self-defense regiment behind them was completely motivated. They only had one thought left, and that was to keep moving forward.
Accelerate, keep accelerating.
No one had the spare energy to think about anything else. All their energy seemed to be used to stimulate adrenaline. Their pupils were dilated, and they breathed with exhaustion. It was as if they were using the last of their lives to pounce on any enemy that might appear and drag it to hell with them.
What Madara? To hell with it!
Even if their men and horses were exhausted, these soldiers would at least obtain the final victory. They raised their heads and seemed to be able to see the young man's sword pointing forward, leading them to an open door.
Behind that door was a miracle.
Brando finally saw another undead army in front of him. He believed that he had broken into the second and third layers of defense. Did that mean that he had entered the area controlled by Ebdon or Wesa?
Or 'Maggot' Marcus?
He saw a group of white skeletons on the river bank. There were so many of them, much more than what he had encountered before. Brando narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that there were at least two groups of black warriors beside the enemy commander.
Column commander!
Brando knew that he had caught a big fish this time, but whether or not he could eat it was still a problem. However, Brando knew that he had to eat it, and he had to eat it. At this moment, he could not retreat, and there was no way to retreat. He only had one thought left.
When enemies meet on a narrow path, the brave will win.
He raised his sword, and the Elven sword's tip was so bright that it was blinding. The sound of the wind surrounded his ears, and there was only the sound of the wind. He could not hear anything else, and he could only shout with all his might.
"Cavalry, attack with me —!"
"Attack —!"
There were only forty-nine people, but their response was like a tsunami. When the rumbling of the horses' hooves echoed throughout the valley, it was as if the heavens and earth were working together, and everyone had become one.
The 'White Knight' Ebdon's expression changed in an instant.
Like Marcus, it had been guessing who the human commander was, and which order the mysterious army belonged to under Erouine. However, it did not expect that it would encounter the human commander under such circumstances.
When it turned its head, a pair of burning eyes looked through the white embroidered helmet and saw the charging cavalry. It almost thought that it had returned to the era when the Knight's spirit shone brightly.
The 'White Knight' seemed to have lost its mind for a moment. It remembered that many years ago, on the Golden Flower Plateau, the pride of the humans, the Cruz Empire's cavalry, were just as prideful. Those prideful Knights did not even bother to use tactics. They only needed to charge, and charge again, and continuously charge, and they would be able to obtain victory.
Because in this world, there was no other army that was as prideful and honorable as them. It was as if every single one of them would die in the midst of their charge.
Their lives were all for that moment of burning — the dazzling brilliance.
In front of an army that treated death as the highest honor, all combat power was useless. All resistance was useless and meaningless. Ebdon felt that its soul had loosened up a little, and it almost thought that it had returned to a hundred years ago.
Its loss of mind caused it to miss the best time to react. When Ebdon realized that it should have ordered its skeletons to turn around, it was already too late.
Brando held the Elven Sword in his hand, and he was like the spearhead of this army. A silver line led all the Knight Kings forward.
Yes, in his eyes, the skeletons were slowly turning around, but they were too late. Too slow, too slow!
"Lich!" Ebdon unsheathed his sword and screamed from his soul.
The ten liches raised their bone staffs at the same time.
A dark storm suddenly appeared in front of the undead army. When the storm formed, the ground shattered, and sharp rocks flew up and turned into dust. The branches on both sides turned into black smoke and rose into the sky.
The White Knight Ebdon could not help but hold its breath. It was not sure if what it saw was an illusion, but how could the current Erouine see such a cavalry? But then, the pale Knight remembered that it had stopped breathing a long time ago.
It sighed.
But in the next moment, the blazing frost-colored flames in its eye sockets froze in an instant. It could not help but open its mouth slightly as it looked at the young man who raised his right hand and charged out of the dark storm.
He raised his hand, and a transparent blue magic circle flashed.
Although the dark storm made of negative energy blew his hair back, he raised his hand and the storm immediately changed direction.
He moved forward, and the storm also moved forward.
Just like at that moment, Brando was the king who controlled the storm. When he struggled to shout, one word at a time, "Energy loss —"
The storm suddenly changed direction.
The skeleton soldiers in the front row fell down row by row. The skeletons in the back tried to raise their spears, but they were hit by their comrades and fell down row by row.
But Brando was also an arrow at the end of its flight.
But in the next moment, they saw the young man's horse fall.
Not only these undead creatures, but everyone on the battlefield saw Brando fall from the horse. At that moment, it was as if the entire valley was silent. The human refugees could not help but stare at the back and stop what they were doing.
Freya tightened the reins and urged the self-defense team to speed up, but when she turned around, she saw this scene. She could not help but cover her mouth and could not make a sound.
Romaine's expression finally changed, and she could not help but run forward while holding her skirt.
Retto, Mano, Batom, Subduing Dragon, and Gasol could not help but let go of the reins in their hands. They just realized that even the young man could fall.
But Brando had already adjusted his posture the moment he fell from the horse. He was just waiting for an opportunity.
[Charge], activate.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he spun half a circle in the air and shot out like an arrow leaving the bow. He moved forward, his sword forward, and a silver line appeared.
Everyone saw the eye-catching silver line.
It symbolized a miracle.
After the silver line passed, the twelve skeleton soldiers were split in half. Brando landed in the middle of countless undead creatures and raised his sword high.
He saw the tall Undead Knight covered in white.
He also saw the burning frost flames in the other party's eyes.
[So it's you, the 'White Knight' Ebdon, the former hero of Erouine.] Brando looked at the other party, the Elven sword slightly tilted, and the glowing blade was already pressed forward.
"Your path ends here, young man!" Ebdon looked at him and blocked Brando's sword with his sword.
[Silver-ranked.] Brendel made use of the force to retreat.
This was a bit difficult.
He could not help but think —
… …
(PS. Double the last day's monthly votes!)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
