Amber Sword

Five warhorses and their knights passed through the spear formation formed by the White Lion Infantry in an instant, and Orland turned back instinctively, only to see the opened spear formation closing behind them.

Then he saw the White Lion Light Infantry at the other end of the alley once again drawing their longbows and shooting arrows. As he watched the sharp arrows leave the strings, he suddenly realized:

It turns out they weren’t missing the mark; they were aiming at these White Lion Infantry beside me all along.

What’s going on? Has the White Lion Legion split?

Orland’s mind was a mess, but he heard a voice calling him, "Orland!" He turned around sharply and saw a large group of officer cadets from the Royal Knight Academy converging into a cavalry torrent.

The female knight on horseback was staring at him, shouting loudly, "Orland, hurry back to the ranks! There’s no time to explain, we need to break through to the south!"

"Beth? What’s happening?"

Orland turned to look at those White Lion Legion infantry, who were fighting with their comrades, but to his surprise, the previous White Lion Infantry were no match for these newcomers on the battlefield.

Seeing those White Lion Infantry at the alley entrance swinging their long spears with Sword Qi, Orland couldn’t help but change his expression. "White Crow Swordsmanship? Are these the Forbidden Guard of the Royal Family?"

"No, I don’t know either!" Beth shook her head. "They’re here to help us, but I don’t know what’s going on!"

She tilted her head slightly: "If you have questions, go ask Your Excellency the Commander."

"Commander?"

Orland turned back on his horse and immediately saw the slender figure standing tall on a warhorse in his view—he couldn’t help but look toward that direction with some admiration, "Is that also the army of Your Excellency the Commander?"

"It seems so."

"But how can he command the White Lion Legion?"

"No, Orland. They’re not the White Lion Legion; in fact, they are..."

"Hm?"

"White Lion Guard..."

The Half-Elf Princess stood frozen, watching as that army emerged from the mist after the heavy rain, then passed through their ranks and moved forward to the front line of the battlefield.

Her fingertips turned white, even trembling slightly.

Countless times, she had heard from her father’s bedtime stories the legend of such an army: clad in pure white armor, they fought alongside the Ancestor King on the plains, mountains, and forests of Erune, defeating all their enemies, expanding territories, cutting through thorns, accompanied by virtue and heroism, they were truly the strongest army belonging to Erune.

White Lion Guard.

Countless times she saw in her dreams that shining banner, led by her knight, coming to her. And that radiant army seemed to return to Erune, beneath that banner.

Countless times she even thought her father was still alive in this World, able to witness her achieving everything.

Countless times she believed she could succeed.

Until her consistently supportive father drifted away from her, until the Royalists parted ways with her ideals, but until today, the dream became reality.

The banner was right before her eyes.

Behind Brand.

And that army was passing under the banner, with white battle armor, surrounded by golden battle poems on the armor. When she saw that army crush and retreat the White Lion Legion’s attack, the Half-Elf Girl couldn’t help but lift her head to look at the sky.

At that moment, she seemed to see that wise gaze stretching across time.

Brand hadn’t anticipated that the legion he personally created would have such a profound impact on this Princess, but how could he not feel the same; resurrecting this legion was also one of his dreams, and it wasn’t until he witnessed the birth of this legion that he realized his efforts had not been in vain.

That ancient army had returned, as if handed to him by the King personally, only Eruein people can understand the inherent meaning.

But Brand knew this was not a time for sentimentality; the White Lion Legion was preparing to flank on both sides, and he had only one chance; he must break through the encirclement.

With everyone.

He glanced around, the officer cadets from the Royal Knight Academy had already regrouped; these youths lost almost nothing against the Harbor Guard. But as soon as the White Lion Legion made a move, about a tenth of them were permanently left on the battlefield.

Still too immature.

Brand was so heartbroken he could barely speak. But fortunately, most historical talents chosen by fate didn’t have any trouble, only a few got lightly injured. The funniest part was Enrock, who fell from his horse during the charge against the White Lion Legion’s blockade line, crushing the opponent to death. If his companions hadn’t rescued him, this guy might have become a prisoner.

How fortunate.

Brand turned back, giving Caglis a signal. The current commander of the New White Lion Legion immediately nodded, understanding his intent: Brand wanted the New White Lion Legion to protect these students on both wings, not because he didn’t care about the New White Lion Legion’s life or death, but because he believed these youth from Tonyger simply had no chance of casualties.

Everything was ready, the New White Lion Legion and officer cadets from the Royal Knight Academy live up to being both Erune’s finest armies of this era, the two forces merged and turned in less than a moment.

Brand raised his Sword.

Proudly he looked at the distant, fully prepared White Lion Guard, finally, his envisioned tactic was coming to fruition, let the Kingdom’s White Lion Legion be the first to test it.

Although it’s not perfect, it should be enough to give some people a hard time.

However, everyone lifted their heads to gaze at the Earth Sword pointing skyward, it was precisely at this moment that a circle of golden aura expanded from Brand’s body.

Conflict Aura.

Brand lowered his Sword, pointing forward:

"Charge!"

...(To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)