Deniz swore that he used the clearest and most accurate sentence he could think of.
"Tomorrow night? It's going to rain? " Laing had a strange look on his face. "Tell me the reason, soldier. You seem to be from Bastogne?"
"Yes, I'm from Bastogne. I'm a hunter in the Arden Forest. Every year, it's going to rain on the 4th of September. Holy Grail Knight, I'm telling the truth. My family has been hunting in the Arden Forest for decades. Every year, it's going to rain on the 4th of September!" Deniz added seriously.
Laing frowned. He then asked, "It's going to rain in the entire Arden Forest? I've never heard of that … "
"I wouldn't dare lie to you, Holy Grail Knight. I swear, it's true. Every year, on the 4th of September, it's going to rain in this forest. It's going to be a long thunderstorm, and then the rain will spread throughout the forest. By the 6th of September, the rain will stop completely, and then the forest will be sunny for a long time." Deniz knelt on the ground. "I swear to Shalia that everything I said is true."
"What's your name?"
"My name is Deniz, Holy Grail Knight."
"… Tomorrow night, tomorrow night." Laing patted Deniz on the shoulder, indicating that his information was useful to him. He then asked the knights to take him away. "Get him something to eat. This information may be useful to us."
"Yes, sir!" The ranger knight immediately answered loudly. He looked at the serf with jealousy in his eyes. He did not dare to disobey the Holy Grail Knight's order. The serf was given a bowl of meat soup and two pieces of barley bread.
The scene returned to the situation of four people. Seeing that Laing kept talking about the heavy rain tomorrow night, Julius asked with interest, "You believe what the serf said?"
Before Laing could answer, Marquis Gabriel's eyes lit up. He took over the topic. "Yes, every September, the Arden Forest will usher in the late rainy season, but I don't know the exact time. After all, the knights don't pay much attention to this."
Suria stood up and walked to Julius. Her sea-blue eyes first looked at Laing, then at her brother. "If it rains, it's going to be very bad for us. The soldiers hate to fight in the rain, and the knights will choose to cover their armor with tarps because they're afraid of rusting."
Laing nodded vigorously. He had thought of the upcoming Plot. "Then, due to the heavy rain, the army will be unable to advance on the muddy and soft ground. We'll choose to seek shelter from the rain. The Knights will keep their armor to prevent it from rusting. The serf soldiers will look for trees and caves to take shelter from the rain."
"Lord Laing is right. If the serf called Deniz is right, the heavy rain for a few hours will make everyone anxious. When we let down our guard, the Orc army will appear … Our army is not good at fighting in the forest and heavy rain, but the Orcs are fearless," Suria said softly.
"Yes! Yes! " Laing muttered to himself, "Yes, that's right. The Orcs are waiting, waiting for the heavy rain. We're still unaware of the situation. If the serf called Deniz didn't risk his life to tell us, who would know that there would be heavy rain tomorrow night?"
"This is the Orcs' opportunity. It's also our opportunity!"
"Order the three armies to take shifts and rest. Ration the rations according to the pre-war standards!"
"Make sure that everyone is back to their best condition by tomorrow afternoon!"
"Yes!"
After confirming how the Orcs were going to attack, the soldiers took the time to rest. Besides a few garrisons, everyone had enough time to rest.
The next afternoon, the weather was hot and dry, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The soldiers readied their weapons while the Knights gathered in the camp. Everyone had a full meal of bread, smoked meat, and various vegetables.
At dusk, all the troops in the camp were ready. The soldiers lined up in a few rows, and the Knights were equipped with their armor.
In the forest, the wind was strong, and dark clouds covered the sky.
Ryan and the others stood in the middle of the army. The Holy Grail Knight held the Gryphon Warhammer in his hand and suddenly smiled at Julius beside him. "This battle directly determined the outcome of our army. You didn't expect this, did you? Perhaps the outcome of this battle will be changed by a serf. If he didn't remind me, perhaps we would be looking for shelter from the rain. "
"Father has always taught us that serfs are an indispensable part of the country. I didn't understand before, but now I understand." Julius frowned and nodded gently. "Laing, I understand why you won the favor of the Lady. Is this the Grail Knight? If it were me, I wouldn't have the patience to listen to a serf. "
"The Knights have their own specialties, while the serfs have their own specialties. In this country, the Knights determine the strength of the country, while the serfs determine the foundation of the country. The Knights can't exist without the serfs, and the serfs need the protection of the Knights." Laing could feel the strong wind in the forest, and he couldn't open his eyes. Dead branches and leaves danced in the huge oak forest.
Rumbling thunder could be heard in the distant sky.
The sky darkened, and the sun disappeared into the dark clouds.
"Boom!" A white lightning flashed from the clouds to the ground. A few seconds later, the sound of thunder tearing the earth resounded throughout the valley.
The serf soldiers stood still with their spears in their hands. There was worry and fear in their eyes. They were not professional soldiers, and many of them were even worried about whether their fields would be affected by the heavy rain.
Perhaps their morale was not high, and perhaps they were not good at fighting, but they all knew that this battle was for their lives and to protect their country.
The more elite sergeants were in a tight formation. They were wearing mail armor, overalls, and helmets. Most of them were holding long swords and carrying shields on their backs. Halberds were not easy to use in the forest.
They were even more honorable freemen. They did not have to pay a very high tax rate on their land. Their families enjoyed houses and food rations located in towns and even castles. They enjoyed double the salary. Therefore, they had to show enough fighting power.
Then, it was the knights' turn.
In the forest, the knights gave up riding and chose to fight on foot. They wore excellent armor and held swords and shields in their hands. They were well-trained and had high morale. Just like those beautiful knight stories and myths, all the knights hoped that they could achieve great things in the war and win supreme glory.
The knights of the kingdom were different.
They had already awakened from their dream and witnessed the cruel reality. They had completed their transformation in blood and fire, but they still stubbornly walked the path of knights. They were the warriors of Brittany, the guardians of this country and its people. They were elites formed by the blood and determination of dozens of brothers who were as close as brothers.
The war was imminent, and they could feel that the long-lost passion in their hearts had been awakened. In this tense atmosphere, the flames in the knights' hearts burned again. They could feel the call of the Lady.
"Di, Di, Di." Raindrops that were like pearls fell to the ground and landed on the armor of the knights.
"Ding, ding, dang, dang ~" Amidst the rumbling thunder, heavy rain fell from the sky. The raindrops didn't fall to the ground as they wished. Instead, they landed on the armor and made crisp sounds.
It wasn't the sound of raindrops falling to the ground. It was the sound of raindrops hitting metal.
"Ding, ding, ding, dang, dang, dang, dang ~"
Their hair and clothes were wet. In the dark forest, a deep sense of oppression was transmitted to everyone's heart. Cold, irritated, and fearful suppressed everyone's hearts.
The wind carried a fishy smell, and the indistinct bugle call of the Orcs could be heard from afar. The morale of the army was shaken.
Until the appearance of Laing.
The silver-armored Knight of the Holy Grail walked to the front of the army. Raindrops drenched his hair and flowed down his face, but it couldn't conceal his face that was filled with hope and light. It also couldn't conceal the shining badge of the Holy Grail Knight on his chest.
The waterfall of rain couldn't conceal the fervent gazes of the soldiers and knights.
Laing put down his War Hammer and unsheathed his 1.3-meter long single-handed Longsword from his back. Under the fervent gazes of the soldiers and knights, Laing opened his mouth to speak.
"Soldiers, my soldiers, tell me, how do you feel?"
The army was in an uproar. Many Rangers shouted, "I feel that something's amiss, Lord Laing."
"Hahahaha!" The army roared with laughter.
"Yes! Yes, I feel that something's amiss. Forest, heavy rain, darkness, and those d * mn Orcs. " Laing laughed heartily, ignoring the raindrops on his face as he said, "But, my soldiers, are you afraid? Are you afraid? Have you surrendered to the darkness? "
"No! None! "All the knights and soldiers cried out in unison.
"Tell me, has this little rain extinguished the flames in your hearts?"
"No! No! "
"For our country, we've advanced. To protect our people, we've fought hard. Now, let's shout, for victory! For the Lady! For Brittany! "Laing raised his Vengeance Sword.
Even in the heavy rain, the white flames on the Vengeance Sword didn't weaken. On the contrary, the light blue radiance emitted a pure light in the dark rainy night, illuminating everyone's hearts.
"For victory! For the Lady! For Brittany! "The soldiers shouted in unison. With the Holy Grail Knight by their side, what was there to fear from those beasts?
"For victory! For the Lady! For Brittany! " The knights shouted loudly as they knocked their swords on their shields. Their courage couldn't be extinguished by the heavy rain. They were ready.
"Fight! Fight! " Laing's subordinates, Olivier and Hex, were drenched, but their morale was high. The Rangers grasped their Longswords tightly, waiting for the moment to fight alongside their Baron!
"For the Lady!" Julius shouted as he unsheathed his sword. His sister, Suria, raised her Longsword high in the sky and shouted, "For the Lady!"
The voices of the Orcs came from afar. Many of them could see the evil figure in the darkness.
"Now, soldiers, wave your weapons and show your courage. I, the Holy Grail Knight, Laing Macado, am with you. Let's fight side by side to destroy evil! Everyone! Look for my brilliance! " The Vengeance Sword was raised high in the middle of the army. White flames and light blue radiance. In the dark rainy night, everyone's eyes were fixed on the sword.
Laing turned around and charged into the darkness.
The morale of the army was boosted. Marquis Gabriel de Bastogne, the third son of the Red Dragon Duke, waved his Longsword and shouted, "Follow the Holy Grail Knight! Follow the Holy Grail Knight! Charge! Charge! Charge! "
"Charge! Charge!"
Brittany's army was in an uproar.
"For the Lady!"
A huge wave engulfed the Orc army.
While the Orc leader was gathering his army and preparing to charge, Brittany's army was charging towards them. This unexpected situation stunned them.
"The Humans … are attacking … us?"
"For the Lady!!!" Lionheart charged in front of everyone and decapitated the Orc leader with a single slash.
"For the Lady! For Brittany! " The Knights followed Laing and charged into the Orc army. They swept their Longswords, and blood splattered on the ground. The Orcs were caught off guard. Before they could react, the Knights had already broken through the first row of Orcs. Their sharp Longswords reaped the heads of the Orcs.
This was the revenge of the Knights.
On the thousand-meter long battlefront, there were Humans charging at the Orcs.
"Kill! Kill!" The Serfs raised their Pikes and pierced through the Horned Beasts and Inferior Horned Beasts. The Orc army was in chaos. The Orcs at the back wanted to charge forward while the Orcs at the front wanted to retreat. They squeezed and trampled on each other, resulting in numerous casualties.
In the middle of the Orc army, Orc King "Bloody Horn" Malas and Great Shaman "Heart Devourer" Groz looked in disbelief as they said, "Surprise attack … discovered … Humans … are counterattacking!"
"Hold on … I'll … restrain the Humans!" The Great Shaman waved his Bone Staff, and green energy gushed out and formed a large swarm of locusts.
Swarms of locusts appeared on the battlefield, and many Serfs had locusts on their faces. They screamed in pain as they tried to escape from the locusts, but they were killed by the nearby Orcs. The Knights could feel the locusts drilling into their armor and gnawing on their flesh. Many of the Knights were bitten until their flesh was mangled.
"So many locusts!"
"Despicable!"
Laing slashed a Horned Beast into two. The Holy Grail Knight raised his Goddess of Vengeance and said, "Mass Dispersal!"
Sacred light engulfed the entire battlefield, and all the locusts that were illuminated by the light turned into ashes.
"Long live Lord Laing!" "Follow the Holy Grail Knight! Follow the Holy Grail Knight! "The army resumed their offensive and charged towards the middle of the Orc army.
The first row of Horned Beasts and Inferior Horned Beasts were crushed by the Knights. The remaining Inferior Horned Beasts and Chaos War Hounds were crushed by the Serfs. In the heavy rain, the front of the Orc army was collapsing.
The Orc King and Great Shaman felt that something was amiss. They retreated slowly under the cover of the Horned Beasts and Large Minotaurs.
"The Holy Grail … is powerful. Undefeatable."
"Rainy season … find another … opportunity!"
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