In the sky, the silver fleet and Modesti's dragon army were engaged in a fierce battle. Explosions and flames continued, licking the clouds, and roars shook the world. For Loen below, this scene was no different from the end of the world.
After hearing the Buga instructor's question, Zeeka paced back and forth on the deck of the captain's room twice. The fire penetrated the porthole and was reflected in the young captain's eyelids. He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave the order, "Execute the order!"
The silver-robed wizard, Wolmi, stood by the side with his hands behind his back, carefully watching his Erouine student. The silver eyes under his thick eyebrows flashed slightly, and he said, "As far as I know, your lord has no experience in commanding a fleet in battle. In fact, he isn't even from the Navy. You have a reason to refuse his orders. You know better than him how to use these behemoths in the sky to win. The textbooks tell you that a qualified commander wants to win glory for the lord, not blindly obey orders. But your eyes tell me that you haven't lost your mind, and you're still young. You haven't reached the age of losing your drive. I'm very curious about your choice. "
"Because I want to see what he's capable of." Zeeka came to the porthole and looked at the flames of war in the sky through the crystal. A charming silver arc was slowly retreating, and a large gap appeared in the middle of the battlefield. These gaps could give the dragons fatal space to climb up, turning the battle into a rout.
But the former's face was as calm as ever, without the slightest bit of worry.
He was born in a local aristocratic force that had close ties with the royal family in Corvado, but he gave up the opportunity to enter the Royal Faction and the Royal Family's Knight Order under the control of the future Princess Royal. He voluntarily chose to join the White Lion Guards' training program. This decision seemed inconceivable to others, but he was certain of it. He was full of curiosity about the young count who was said to be omnipotent by others, and he believed that only such a hero was worthy of his service. This was a precursor to the coming of troubled times, and the thousand-year storm was just the beginning of a great drama.
All of the silver fleets in the air faltered in unison before slowly retreating like shimmering silver scales.
Marjory, a young petty officer from the Royal Navy of Yanilasu Province, looked up and witnessed the entire process. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. He really could not understand why the wise and calm Count would suddenly make such a low-level mistake. Or could it be that the Count was a stubborn and self-opinionated person in the first place? It was just that the stunning military talent and keen sense of smell displayed on the land had lost its usefulness in the newly opened battlefield in the sky?
After the escort fleet retreated, the draconic beasts seized the opportunity and began to climb, trying to gain an advantage in height. This was the decisive factor that they could not control in the previous battle. The nobles of Cruz on the bridge of the airport looked at the dark clouds in the sky. Although they could not see the key to the battle, they felt a little uneasy.
Count Alcorn swallowed his words several times until he finally couldn't help but ask Brando. A flame descended from the sky and landed beside the latter.
Marjory also shut his mouth at the same time.
The flame separated from the middle, and a beautiful warhorse wrapped in pale flames walked out. The vigorous female Knight on the horse took off her helmet, and her long hair fluttered like flowing fire. It was the head of the Valkyries, Brunhilda.
"Master." Brunhilda stared at Brando with her golden pupils, her voice was calm and low.
"I'll leave the rest to you." Brando said in a deep voice. In the previous battle, he had never used the Valkyrie Guards as his trump card, but this time, in order to protect Tónigel's new navy, he had to use it. Besides, compared to the reappearance of the silver fleet of the Bugas, the rebirth of the legendary Valkyries was nothing.
"This is our duty, master. It's a pity that Valhalla is still too weak. We can't always fight side by side with you." Brunhilda replied.
"There will always be a chance. I will do my best to rebuild the Dawn Sanctum." Brando himself was looking forward to the arrival of such a day. The legendary Valkyrie who patrolled the sky would come to Erouine's land and fight for him. This was something that even the top guilds in The Amber Sword could not dream of.
"We firmly believe that day will come, and the glory of the Golden Palace will return to this land." Brunhilda turned her horse around and raised her right hand. A spear burning with golden light suddenly appeared in her hand. She shouted, "Follow me, sisters, fight for my god, Odin!"
The Imperial Wind Steed let out a long neigh and stood up on its hind legs. A sea of flames surged out from behind Brunhilda like clouds. The rising flames formed into an army. Countless men and horses galloped forward, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens and earth. The four Valkyrie leaders, Alinda, Yalvete, Walther, and Guna, wore winged helmets and held spears in their hands. They parted the flames and followed the Valkyrie Queen. The army that came out of the flames was like a waterfall of fire that fell from the sky, blocking the front of the Dragon Army.
The two armies collided in an instant. At that moment, it was like an illusion. The whole sky shook slightly, and then blood and charred corpses fell from the sky like raindrops. The cries of the Dragon Army filled the sky.
The result of the battle in an instant was even better than the previous volleys of the escort fleet.
This scene gave Brando a huge shock. He did not expect the legendary Tier 9 creatures to be so terrifying. Although he expected Brunhilda and the others to be able to suppress the Dragon Army, he did not expect them to be able to stop the Dragon Army by themselves. However, as soon as Brunhilda and her flame army appeared, the situation was immediately reversed. In an instant, Brando understood that this was the special ability of the Valkyrie Queen — The Final Battle.
It turned out to be a summoning ability, and it was a rare ability to summon multiple units. Although he did not know how long it could last, just this part of the power was enough to make the Valkyrie one of the top troops on the continent.
An Army of One —
The two fire clouds intertwined in mid-air. Just like Brando, everyone who witnessed this scene was nailed to the ground as if they were possessed.
Although Alcorn had expected that the female Knight who appeared from the flames was not an ordinary person, he did not expect her to be so extraordinary. He had personally experienced the horror of the Dragon Army, and now he had seen the power of the Valkyrie with his own eyes. This was a Knight who rode a chariot of thunder and fire, patrolling the sky. Alcorn could not help but sweat profusely. How dare he make an enemy out of someone who controlled such an army?
This was simply —
"You're courting death …"
Eugenie looked at everything in front of her in a daze, muttering to herself in her heart. She finally understood the source of Brando's confidence. With such power, even the Empire could not do anything to him. The top fighting force of the Cruz people — the Flame Family Knight, the Guardian Priest — was nothing more than this. "But why would such a person, who has the power that the entire kingdom can hardly resist, be willing to stay in a corner?" Another thought came to the duke's daughter's mind. She frowned, and some of the ideas that had been in her heart were now completely extinguished.
Medusa Lysemeka's eyes were shining, and the excitement in her eyes could not be suppressed. She gently patted the head of Little Prince Erouine beside her and said excitedly, "See, little cutie, this is the power that your teacher really controls. But I imagine it's far more than that. He must have more secrets. This is really a mysterious man. "
Haruze noticed his maid's abnormality and could not help but turn his head and ask doubtfully, "Do you really need power, Miss Lysemeka?"
"Kingdoms, organizations, individuals, everything needs power. Little cutie, if you and your sister's Erouine had enough power, would it still be so weak?"
This reason sounded very simple, but Haruze frowned slightly. Could power really bring about everything? But he had heard from Brendel that under the Sulfur River, there was also a world that pursued extreme power. But the world of the demons was barren and lacked vitality. Power seemed to be able to bring everything, but it also seemed to be unable to bring anything. He could not figure out what exactly was lacking in between.
The two were silent for a while. At the same time, most of the people in the entire Erouine envoy group had their own thoughts.
"He really didn't let me down!" Zakar could not help but shake his fist fiercely. The Heroic Army in the air was so powerful that he could not help but tremble. The Royal Faction, the Royal Family Knight Order, and his companions' superficiality and shortsightedness were simply laughable in the face of such power. This was no longer a power that Erouine could control and restrain. Such power could only belong to a powerful empire.
The dream and glory of the Erouine people since the time of the late King Erik seemed to be right in front of them.
"Valkyrie," Volmi could not help but mutter to himself again, "Valkyrie."
The silver-robed wizard seemed to have lost his extraordinary calmness as a Silver Descendant. The time that spanned tens of thousands of years seemed to reappear in front of his eyes. Even the age of gold and silver had not yet come to the earth. Babel's Tower stood tall in the clouds, and the earth was full of rich and lush scenes. Gods and men coexisted together — the age before Chaos.
"That is the Queen of the Valkyrie, Brunhilda. Thunder and fire above the clouds. Martha above. Who is he? How did he gain the loyalty and favor of the Queen of the Valkyrie —"
"Mr. Volmi, he is our liege," Zakar said proudly. He waved his hand vigorously. "Reinforcements are in place. It's time to fight back!"
Reinforcements have arrived.
The Buga's super warship, the Akhenaten was gradually materializing from a shadow. The Sacred Statue of Mana shone brightly under the sun. On the towering battleship, the silver sails were like clouds. On one side of the giant ship, the first-level battleship, the Silver of Magic, the first-level battleship, the Devour of Winter Wolves, and the first-level battleship, the Light of Wisdom, had fully materialized and were advancing side by side. Flags rose from each of the warships, repeating the same meaning:
Reinforcements have arrived. Begin the counterattack —
The silver fleet began to turn slowly. Brilliant magical flashes flashed again and again. For the first time, the firepower density of the Erouine fleet exceeded the fireball rain of the dragons. Various colors of light crisscrossed in mid-air. Finally, the flying beast army of Jorgendy Ridge couldn't hold on any longer. Their formation was in a mess, and they lost the momentum to attack. A long howl came from the plains as the dragon beasts began to turn around as though they had been pardoned. They densely crossed the dilapidated city walls of Loen Harbor and flew away like a howling gust of wind.
Everyone on the battlefield was stunned by this sudden scene. Even most of the Cruz people on the ground and in the port could not believe that they had really won. They had escaped from the claws of an army of dragons. They did not rely on the Imperial Navy, nor did they rely on any of the Imperial Army's main forces. They only relied on the thin port guards and some … Erouine people?
But the facts at hand explained everything. The dragons were leaving in a hurry and gradually disappeared from sight. In the distant sky, there were only a few small black dots that were gradually moving away. The previous battle seemed to be a disaster that raged through a dream.
Erouine's silver fleet did not pursue. In fact, they did not have the strength to do so. Brando expected that there should be more dragons or other Jorgendy Ridge air forces on the plains. For example, the harpies and the more terrifying manticores. Although the dragon army that was sent out before looked terrifying, it was far from the scene he saw in the Alkash Mountains in the future. The strength of all the lords under the ground was not inferior to Madara a hundred years later. These few dragons should not be enough to make the Dragon Queen feel the pain.
Rounds of flags were sent out between the fleets again. The new navy of Erouine people cautiously set up defenses to guard against the second attack of the dragons. On the other hand, as the Akhenaten re-entered the port, the Buga envoy also came to Brando.
If there was another Erouine person in this world other than the Earth Grand Swordmaster, then he must be the master of the Mithril Castle. He was the leader of the Twelfth Circle Spell Society with half mortal blood and half silver blood. He was Tulman Mithril Osertan.
If it was said that the local nobles of Loen Port had some contempt for Brendel before, they subconsciously shut their mouths when they saw rows of silver-robed Mages in silver robes, who were glorified as the Army Observation Group, walking over from the various warships. Just like the inherent pride of the people of the Empire, the Silver Descendants did not need a reason to be arrogant in front of the mortals. The superiority of the Cruz people was not worth mentioning in front of these ancient people who had experienced the War of the Holy Saints. Even for most of the Silver Descendants, the Flame King Gretel was their peer. The war-torn era was their youth. They had fought side by side with the heroes of mankind. But on the White Tower, such an experience was not worth mentioning at all.
So the Empire was even less worth mentioning.
Tulman was from the youngest generation of the Buga people, but his status was extremely high. Coupled with the fact that he was half-human, he appeared to be older and more serious than many of the silver-robed mages who had lived longer. However, in front of Brendel, he always maintained the image of a hermit scholar in the Grinoires Forest. He smiled at Brando and said, "Tania knew that you would definitely come to denounce them, so she pushed this old man out."
"Does she think that because it's you, I won't cause trouble for them?" Brando replied in annoyance, "I don't expect you to clean up this mess, but Lord Tulman, you have to at least tell me what you Buga people want."
After saying this, Brando stared at the old man dressed as a scholar in front of him, as if he was afraid to miss any detail of his expression.
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