Amber Sword

"They retreated?"

"Martha above, are you the one protecting us from the skies?"

"Thank heavens...!" Baron Constantin collapsed weakly onto the ground, almost wanting to cry.

Viscount von Doggen almost immediately received the news that Machenko Mountain and Vileco Mountain had been captured. At that moment, he finally let out a heavy sigh. Although there were some troubles, victory was finally in sight.

"Is Princess truly planning to abandon the southern highlands to attract the Alliance’s main force into attacking the central position? Trying to cover the left and right flanks? No, she must be luring them in... How arrogant."

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but his gaze gradually became both fervent and warlike. Since the Princess’s side dared to expose their weakness in plain sight, they wouldn’t let it easily pass. The opposition foolishly believed their central position was impregnable, but Viscount von Doggen did not think Count Oting’s private soldiers were reliable.

"Let’s smash their delusion with a single blow."

He raised the long spear.

The horn sounded long.

...

The wailing sound of the horn rang out once more. The Northern Alliance was no longer advancing layer by layer, but seemed to move as one. Due to Machenko Mountain and Vileco Mountain having fallen into enemy hands, this time they could fully spread out at the front.

Facing attacks from three sides, Count Vitokin finally deployed over four battalions of troops at once. The dark mass of the army resembled a flood sweeping over the hills, moving upstream from riverbanks, streams, forests, and mountains, launching a full-scale attack.

Flags waved in the wind, while the scattered explosions of Dissolution Crystals seemed instantly submerged by the sea of people.

At this moment, everyone’s face turned pale; the enemies were just too numerous. Having lost Machenko Mountain and Vileco Mountain, under a three-sided assault, whether the central position could hold was a question with no doubt in the answer.

Relying on those private soldiers?

Brand’s face finally showed signs of tension. He wasn’t worried about his plan making a mistake; he worried whether Count Oting’s private soldiers could withstand the enormous psychological pressure. If they crumbled at the first touch, everything would be over. But he had only this one chance; he had to draw the enemy’s main force here.

"Stand firm for me—"

Brand shouted in his heart but instinctively drew his sword. Though they hadn’t engaged yet, he could see the noble private soldiers’ formation beginning to waver, they couldn’t wait any longer, morale needed to be stabilized. He raised the Earth Sword high, with the ’Grasp of Bahamut’ on his arm having the ability to self-transform like in a game, perfectly integrating with the sky-blue armor. The metal hand armor looked like a Blue Dragon’s claw, appearing imposing.

Behind him—

On the hillside archery position, the noble archers finally received the command. They simultaneously pulled arrows from the quivers behind them, stringing the longbows—the arrowheads had been removed, replaced by shining gray crystals.

Beth watched these longbowmen, involuntarily shaking her head; their movements were slow and not accurate. These noble private soldiers were utterly useless, and there were too few of them, over a thousand archers, yet nearly half were ’temporary transfers.’ Could these people really make a difference?

She was doubtful.

However, Commander himself had said, as long as they could nock arrows and shoot them into the enemy formation, it was sufficient. Beth looked at the black mass of the Alliance below the hill, thinking this shouldn’t be difficult at all, no need for aiming.

"Prepare—"

She also drew the Shale Longbow in her hand.

"Shoot—!"

...(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are invited to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation tickets and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)