Amber Sword

Across the entire battlefield, countless Black Wolves were performing the same maneuvers, looking like a well-disciplined and orderly army. No, in fact, even a real army couldn’t execute commands this effectively.

Viscount von Doggen felt a chill in his heart; he suddenly realized these wolves might not just be ordinary forest monsters - were they Druids? No, Druids wouldn’t command monsters.

The Burei Infantry suddenly let out a cry of surprise.

The Viscount instantly lifted his head, hardly believing what he saw. The black tide of wolves was parting from both sides, seemingly making way, and in the center of that path, a person on horseback was passing through the wolf pack.

That person was Brand.

Brand was also looking up at him.

A dark crystal slowly emerged on his forehead, shimmering with an unusual light.

Brand positioned the main battleground here, trusting not in Otin’s Private Soldiers but in himself. To face ten thousand troops with one person is not entirely impossible.

And now, he was demonstrating this truth to the Viscount.

I am the left wing.

The sky briefly brightened as countless Wind Spirit Spiders, gleaming with green light, ascended from the forest, promptly forming a vast array of light behind Brand. Every Burei Infantryman couldn’t help but gape at this spectacle. A day ago, their Flying Dragon Cavalry had experienced the power of these little creatures firsthand, but now—it was their turn.

Brand stood tall on horseback, pointing forward with his sword.

A torrent of golden-red light poured down in the direction of his sword, the Charge at the forefront led by the Dragons went one by one pierced by the light beams, hundreds of knights turning to ash almost in an instant. However, to his slight disappointment, Viscount von Doggen was indeed cautious, retreating with his trusted aides the moment the Wind Spirit Spiders took to the air, thus escaping this round of attack.

The Wind Spirit Spider’s attack still had a certain delay, and when Brand went looking for them again, they had already blended into the ranks of the Burei Light Infantry and left their mounts behind—this made him secretly exclaim how cowardly this guy was, he wondered how Frey managed to take him down.

But it wasn’t unexpected; after all, even back at Ambeser, he dared not duel with him. It’s evident that he didn’t really possess any courage, especially since among the nobles, there are plenty willing to fight their opponent to the death for the sake of honor.

Brand shook his head, refraining from ordering further attacks from the Wind Spirit Spiders on the Burei Infantry. He knew the battle was far from over, and conserving elemental power, even a little, was prudent. And these enemies in front of him posed no further threat.

In front of him, the joint ’army’ formed by Black Wolves and Rock Leopards clashed fiercely with Burei Light Infantry. Yet, a few hundred Silver Rank, Black Iron Peak Black Wolves, and Rock Leopards could barely hold off thousands from this direction.

Brand was waiting for an opportunity.

And the commanders of the Burei Formation were also waiting for the Finn Column and Constantine Column to complete their encirclement.

Brand couldn’t help but raise his head.

In his sight, the peaks of Machenko Mountain and Vileco Mountain were covered in dense explosion sounds.

Viscount Finn was dumbfounded by the deafening explosions in front of him, glaring at Count Vitojin’s attendant. He shouted loudly, just barely overcoming the horrific roar of the blasts: "What did you say?"

"Did you say the Count wants me to launch an attack, commit all our forces?"

The Squire Knight nodded.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Viscount von Doggen has accurately reported the actions taken by everyone, risking their lives to immediately deploy the vanguard in battle to the Count, and the Count praised the toughness of Finn’s Column. However, both lords hope that Your Excellency can commit more forces to support the frontline, victory is in sight."

Both were shouting as if only by doing so they could hear each other’s words. The entire mountain was shaking, seemingly about to be blown into the sky the next moment.

Yet, Viscount Finn’s face involuntarily showed a bizarre expression. When did he deploy the vanguard in battle? Wasn’t his vanguard already completely wiped out in the initial strike? The opponent’s ’Spell’ was indeed terrifying; he had never seen such a spell able to continue continuously.

"Viscount?"

"This..."

Viscount Finn suddenly didn’t know what to say, how to begin?

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