"Protect that silver dragon! Don't let them get close to her!" The battle in the sky was reaching its climax. The draconic beasts circled around Mithril's gigantic body. They flew lower and lower, circling like low-hanging dark clouds. Only the female knight's voice could be heard clearly above the din of the battlefield. Under her command, the stone statues began to move.
The gargoyles continued to attack the dragon beasts. It was as if two dark clouds were violently colliding with each other. There was no loud bang, but there was a mixture of golden flames instead of lightning and thunder. The remains of the gargoyles fell down like rain, and from time to time, a huge monster would fall from the sky and crash to the ground.
The ground trembled from time to time. When the silver dragon Mithril landed, it had turned the nearby streets into flat ruins. However, there was still a circle of surviving buildings around the empty area. The knights of the Solstice Knights and the White Lion Guards climbed up these buildings and helped the gargoyles fight on the roofs. They built a temporary and stable line of defense. At least for the time being, they could still hold the dragon back.
They blocked the periphery of the ruins.
Their casualties were also heavy. From time to time, fireballs would fall from the sky and hit these isolated buildings. A dazzling fire would rise in the darkness, often representing the loss of several lives.
The little prince and the weak nobles had already been moved to a safer place by Dilferi and Princess Magadal, leaving only a few who still dared to fight. Eke and Jutta temporarily assumed the position of commander of the White Lion Guards, taking over the position of the unconscious Metisha. Unexpectedly, the duke's daughter insisted on staying with Marjory.
Because she knew some basic healing spells. The deputy commander of the Summer Solstice Knights, Bromfield, also agreed to her request.
Just hold on for a minute.
Silver Dragon Mithril lay quietly on top of the ruins. Her wings drooped, and her slender neck curled up. She narrowed her eyes and watched the battle in the air. Only when a draconic beast breached the defense line and got too close would she raise her head and spit out a mouthful of silver holy flames to burn it to ashes.
The gargoyles in the sky were not lacking in intelligence. These Bugas creations gradually discovered this detail and began to consciously lead the dragons to the top of the ruins. Although Mithril's holy flames would inevitably cause collateral damage, the Grade 4 gargoyles were far weaker than the Grade 7 Ridgeback Dragons. Even if they led the dragons to crash into the Silver Dragon Lady and perish together, it was still better than fighting them head-on.
The ratio of exchange was ten to one.
Mithril was slightly annoyed by the Gargoyles' actions. She spoke to Brendel telepathically, "These toys of yours belong to the Bugas, right? If they dared to do this on any other day, I would've burned them all to ashes." Brendel nodded.
It turned out that before the Slate War, Wohnde's best air force had become toys. Only a dragon would dare to say such a thing. Brando pretended not to hear it to avoid getting angry. He only replied, "Don't forget that they are protecting you. Also, don't attack anymore. The time distortion will speed up your movements. Be careful not to be seen by that guy in the sky."
"But your toys are going to be a huge loss. Is that okay?"
Brando was naturally heartbroken. The more than a thousand gargoyles that the Bugas had given him were the real deal, not the monkey versions that were usually sold outside. After this battle, he would probably lose more than half of them. Although the Steel Marionette and the gargoyles were originally intended to be used in the Holy War, his imaginary enemy was the Lion Men of Toquinin. If he had known that he would have to face the Ridgeback Dragons, he would have asked for more.
He would have probably asked for three thousand gargoyles instead of a thousand.
The problem was, he had no choice but to do so.
Brando shook his head, not in the mood to answer.
Mythril looked at him and said, "Don't worry, human. If you survive, I will let you go to my treasury and choose a treasure. I promise that its value will not be less than your losses today."
Brando's heart skipped a beat. After all, it was the treasure of the dragons. There was a legend in Wohnde that said the treasure of the dragons was the treasury of the kingdom. In other words, the treasure of a dragon was even comparable to the wealth of a kingdom. These two treasures, together with the ancient ruins buried underground, could be said to be the three ultimate treasures in The Amber Sword. Any one of the three would be enough to make an adventurer rich.
The dragons were obsessed with treasures. Every single dragon knew their wealth like the back of their hand. Even if someone were to steal a single gold coin from them, they would immediately discover it. Needless to say, the kingdom's treasury was heavily guarded. Naturally, it would be heavily guarded by the army. Not only that, the dragons were obsessed with treasures. Dragons were obsessed with treasures. Every single dragon knew their own wealth like the back of their hand. Even if someone were to steal a single gold coin from them, they would immediately discover it.
As for the ancient ruins, they were even more elusive. In the entire south of Erouine, Brando had only heard of one that was successfully excavated in Valhalla.
Mythril was an adult dragon, and it went without saying how rich her treasures were. There must be a lot of good things in there, and there might even be sub-divine artifacts. Even if he couldn't choose freely, as long as he could get a high-grade artifact, it would be enough for him to benefit for a period of time.
But he immediately calmed down. "Let's talk about it after I survive."
A hint of surprise flashed in Mythril's quicksilver eyes.
The elapsed needle was slowly turning, and it was only a third of the way through.
The maximum acceleration rate of this sub-divine artifact was ten times, but that was for Brando. The laws of nature were different at different levels. If Brando wanted to accelerate an existence like Mythril for five minutes, it would take him at least one minute. On the battlefield where every second mattered, it would be an extremely long time. More than once, he wished he had the Traceback Plate.
Because the Traceback Plate could rewind to ten minutes ago, and it would take effect instantly. It didn't cost any EXP. Ten minutes ago, Mythril was still alive and could fight the black dragon Malthus head-on. It would be easy to lure the black dragon away.
But that was just a thought.
Forty seconds left.
Cooper listened to the screams and roars in the sky outside with some trepidation. The flashes of the explosions lit up the night sky from time to time. The ground trembled slightly in the roar, and dust rustled from the ceiling. He stared straight at the dancing pebbles on the floor, thinking that this night might be the end of the world. Everyone could face a catastrophe at any time. But after all, he was on horseback.
A noble's performance was much better than those pretty boys who were trembling in fear. Not to mention that the little prince of Aouine was sitting not far away from him. Although his face was pale, at least he was calm enough. This made it even more difficult for him to swallow his pride and act too unbearably, not to mention that there were two beautiful ladies beside the little prince.
He knew Countess Yanbao and Nun Princess Magadal.
Dilferi had just recovered from the backlash of the spell, and her face was very pale. She leaned weakly on Princess Magadal, and not far away, Earl Alcorn sat opposite her with a gloomy face. No one knew what he was thinking. As the former's retainer, Cooper didn't dare to be unlucky. He could only hope that the Earl from Tónigel could continue to create miracles.
A miracle, just like the one that taught the Cruz's Border Legion a lesson, drove the damn black dragon away.
A panicked guy ran out from the next room. Cooper knew this person. He was a small noble near the border of the four-leaf clover plains. He was Earl Jean's subordinate. He was white and fat, and there were no calluses on his hands. At first glance, he looked like a new noble who climbed up the ranks by relying on connections. And the fact was, this person was able to gain Jean's favor because he had an outstanding sister.
The man rolled and crawled in front of Cooper and Earl Alcorn, and shouted as if he had seen a ghost, "Not good, someone ran away, someone died!"
"What do you mean?" Cooper was stunned. It was normal for someone to die at this time. In the situation outside, it would be strange if there were no deaths.
However, it was obviously not that simple. The fat man couldn't even explain clearly with gestures, so he had to take the others to the scene. Finally, Cooper understood what had happened.
Someone among the nobles ran away and killed another Cruz noble before he left. The unlucky guy had a long wound on his chest, as if he was killed in the pulling. His head was tilted to one side, and his face was sallow. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time. It was likely that he had died before the battle. It was not surprising that someone ran away, but it was a little strange that someone killed someone before running away.
It was puzzling. Cooper instinctively felt that something was wrong. He was about to order someone to investigate, but it was at this time that the Cruz nobles outside screamed.
"That guy is there!"
"Murderer!"
Cooper's heart tightened, and he hurried out of the house. In an instant, he saw a man not far away climbing to the roof of a nearby building.
The man was wearing a viscount's black gown, and his collar and cuffs were stained with blood. He held a sharp knife and quickly climbed to the roof on his hands and feet, and then opened his arms in the air. Cooper looked at the guy with some confusion, because he remembered this person. In fact, there were a lot of Cruz nobles who accompanied Brando. In addition to a few people such as Sir Moore, there were also many knights and knights from other places.
There were many knights and gentry from the countryside. These people responded to the lord's call and brought their own retainers and attendants to participate in the operation to intercept Count Trentheim. Because there were so many people involved and almost all of Anzeruta, not everyone among the nobles knew each other.
Cooper remembered that this man was one of the people he rescued from the tomb. At that time, this guy was following them silently. Although they did not know each other, Cooper saw that he was wearing a viscount's costume and thought that he was a local noble. He did not expect that the latter would do such a thing.
He watched as the man climbed up the rooftop with his arms wide open. He still didn't know what the man wanted to do. At this time, the rooftop was obviously the most dangerous place in the entire battlefield. Could it be that the man killed someone and ran out just to be a target?
This was obviously not logical.
"Lord Malthus!" The man on the roof shouted at this time, "I'm the person who will take care of this, get me out of here!"
The sudden shout seemed insignificant in the midst of the chaotic battlefield, but Malthus still noticed it. The senses of the dragons were so sharp. In fact, in the whole of Graystone Town, even deep underground and in the nearby hills, Malthus could not sense anything except for the area around Mithril, which he could not sense.
Even the softest whispers could not escape the giant dragon's ears.
The only difference was whether the dragon was willing to pay attention to it.
When Malthus heard the word 'person', he lowered his head in mid-air and looked down at the insect-like existence on the roof on the ground. The latter kept waving at him. Malthus thought for a while before he remembered the purpose of this abominable creature's existence.
He snorted softly.
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When he saw the intimidating shadow in mid-air looking down in his direction, Willard Wallen was overjoyed. Willard Wallen was his name on the surface, but his real name was Ferguson, and he also had a code name, 'Knight'. He was the human who had always been with Tanto. No, it was not the case.
Contrary to what the Grand Chancellor's daughter and the others had guessed, he was neither the Count of Trentheim nor Tempu's aide. He rarely appeared in the outside world, and very few people knew of his true identity.
In fact, when that foolish Subterrane Dweller buried his future, Ferguson immediately hid in the tomb and locked himself up. Those foolish local nobles didn't recognize him and only treated him as a companion. No one even checked his identity.
What made him even more ecstatic was that the enemy's commander was actually from Erouine. This gave him a bold plan. Knowing that he would not be exposed, he did not choose to run away along the way. Instead, he sneakily followed them.
Sure enough, it was just as he had expected. From the beginning to the end, no one doubted his identity. The only exception was when he encountered a little bit of trouble when he was about to escape.
This was his best opportunity, and Ferguson thought that he had grasped it. Tanto, that idiot, did not realize what he had gotten, but he recognized it. That stupid caveman treated such a treasure like scrap metal. He deserved to be humiliated. He did not intend to mention it.
He wanted to wake up that stupid guy from the Underground. He wanted to pass that thing to someone else, but he could not care so much now. Saving his life was more important.
He raised his hands to Malthus in mid-air and spoke again.
Twenty seconds left.
The draconic beasts did not break through the gargoyles' defensive line at the last moment. The long sixty seconds seemed to have come to an end. Just as Brando was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he subconsciously turned his head and caught a glimpse of this scene. When he saw Ferguson standing on a distant roof and shouting the name of that damn lizard, he knew that something was wrong. Rogers and the others had long suspected that there was a traitor in the Empire, but they did not expect that this traitor was lurking in Graystone Town and chose to appear at this time.
It could be said that he understood what was going on in an instant. He couldn't help but curse Cooper in his heart.
"Dear Madam, I'm afraid we have to end the spell early. I'm afraid Malthus will intervene soon." Brando immediately asked through the telepathic link, "Can you recover in advance?"
"I'm afraid not." Of course, Mithril knew what was going on, but she could not do anything now. Otherwise, it would only lead to Malthus' revenge. She replied in a low voice, "With my current injuries, I'm afraid it will be difficult to lure Malthus away."
Brando remained silent.
Now, he could only hope that Maynild would be able to get rid of the lizard before it attracted Malthus' attention.
However, Ferguson understood this as well. He knew how prideful the dragons were. If he did not pique their interest immediately, he would not even know how he died. He simply shouted, "Lord Malthus, the War Slate —"
Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp arrow flew towards him from the darkness. Before the arrow could reach him, it hit a layer of shining golden net and turned into ashes in an instant.
Not far away, a bow-wielding officer of the White Lion Guards screamed in agony. His body burst into flames and he rolled down from the roof.
"What did you say?" Malthus' voice rumbled in the air.
"It's over!" At that moment, although Brando's vision was blocked by Mithril's wings and he could not see clearly what had happened, when the damned lizard opened its mouth, it meant that they had missed their last chance.
Cooper, who was not far away, was now pale and on the verge of collapse. He seemed to have finally realized what had happened. Maynild's face was gloomy. The female Knight wanted to take out her longbow several times, but in the end, she resisted the urge to do so.
There were only ten seconds left, but it seemed to be out of reach.
"The War Slate!" Ferguson knew that he was under Malthus' protection and immediately heaved a sigh of relief. He even looked at Sir Cooper, who looked as if he had seen a ghost, and replied, "Do you still remember the divine artifact reaction in the nearby area a few days ago? Dear Lord Malthus, I —"
But he did not finish his sentence, because at this moment, everyone heard a soft buzzing sound.
In the void, a straight silver line shot out of nowhere, piercing through the smoke and dust on the battlefield. One end of it seemed to extend from another street in the darkness, while the other end landed on Ferguson's chest, leaving a small spot of light there.
The latter was slightly stunned and looked at this scene in confusion.
What was this?
This was probably the same question in everyone's mind at that moment.
But the answer was immediately found.
In an instant, a silver pillar of light pierced through the night sky.
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