Amber Sword

Now, thinking back, if it were him instead, it’s fortunate he didn’t break with the Holy Temple on the spot.

"But what about the Lord and the Princess?" Antitina suddenly asked, "They’re still surrounded by demons."

Ou Fuwei’er and Macaro were momentarily stunned, as if they had forgotten this issue. "Where are they now, did Brand mention anything?" Ou Fuwei’er inquired.

"According to the Lord’s words, they should be located in some low hills west of Machenko Mountain, where Harpies have blocked their retreat, forcing them to retreat northwards. The Lord wants us to dispatch the Royal Fleet to assist the Princess, opening a path for them," Char said.

"I’ve long said they shouldn’t risk themselves," Macaro snorted with irritation, "The Princess is also acting on her own will, she should have foreseen the current situation. Now, demons are attacking us, it’s already difficult enough to defend ourselves, and we still have to figure out how to rescue them?"

"But besides Brand, who else here is more familiar with Jogen Digan? The Princess is willing to risk herself, which is a noble act, Macaro, I thought you just had no brains, but I didn’t expect you’d even abandon noble honor," the Kingdom’s Lonely Wolf mocked sharply.

"What did you say?"

"Alright, stop arguing!" Antitina stood up and interrupted the two of them, her brows furrowed tightly. "What else did the Lord say?" she asked Char, believing Brand wouldn’t give orders so rashly.

"Actually, the Lord has another plan, he wants us to inform Wood Main Priest, letting the Cruz people cooperate with our actions," Char said.

"What does he intend?" Macaro’s eyebrows rose sharply, his sharp gaze fixed on the young wizard.

What does he intend?

Wood also wanted to know this. The demons had already launched an attack on the Bu Nuon Region; to put it nicely, the Northern Alliance was in retreat, but it was actually just a sign of impending collapse. This was an already defeated army, long since lost morale. Now it’s the Flame Temple that is barely holding the ground, yet even under the strikes of the Doom Spell, the casualties are heavy.

The Knoelia Fleet nearly completely vanished in the first instance, with Admiral Earl Robins sinking along with the Perran. The White Winged Knight Order also suffered more than half casualties. A large number of high-level demons appeared on the front lines, and more dangerously, a Jogen Digan army was also collaborating with the demons.

The first to discover this intelligence was the Reconnaissance Cavalry, who returned to the battlefield with the statues of a platoon of Northern Alliance mountain infantry. This was clearly not any sculpture, but the handiwork of Medusa.

"The Cruz people can hold out at most another three hours, and within half a day, we will lose our last warrior. And you know what state the Northern Alliance is in," a Templar said to the young mage before him, "We need support."

Wood actually knew the other party, the young mage genius Char from the renowned Pallosh family.

"We can support you, in fact, our troops are already on the way. But after that, we still can’t withstand the demon’s offensive. You know our situation," Char replied.

The Templar couldn’t help but fall silent.

"So, how much longer can we hold out?" Wood asked.

"At most a day."

"Can we still open another Flame Gate, requesting support from the Flame Temple’s main temple?" Char asked.

"That’s impossible, we don’t have enough materials on hand," a Templar retorted, "Constructing a teleportation gate is not a simple affair."

Wood pondered for a moment: "Then what does your Lord think?"

Char nodded: "Given that, we might still have one chance left."

"One chance?"

...

Brand finally managed to lead the remaining twelve Lantoniyan knights out from the pervasive black mist, and when they saw the scenery around them clearly, they found themselves in a northern valley. In the valley, rain and mist shrouded the air, and not far ahead was an open forest clearing. On this clearing, green grass grew abundantly, and a group of Anlek Horses were grazing. If they weren’t mistaken, these were the warhorses they earlier believed to have lost.

Count Otin and the Princess flanked him, left and right, stunned by the strange scene before them, unable to speak.

"My goodness, what on earth is happening?" the knights couldn’t help but exclaim.

Although the Princess didn’t ask, she cast a questioning gaze at Brand. Since Brand could lead them to shake off those Harpies and emerge from the black mist, he surely should know the mystery behind all of this.

But Brand was also carefully observing the surroundings. The whole valley was enveloped in the rushing sound of rain, and the scenery around appeared no different than other parts of the Anlek Mountains, yet he felt a subtle sensation inside.

"May I ask who has lent us a hand?" he couldn’t help but inquire.

Everyone saw an old crone, cloaked in black robes and hunched, suddenly emerge from the forest. She saw Brand and bowed respectfully. Her trembling movements made one suspect she might topple over at any moment.

Brand jumped in surprise. "Ah, it’s you!" he recognized the wrinkled elderly woman as the Old Witch Barbara whom he once extorted in Ridenburg, but he never dreamed he’d encounter her here.

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(PS: It’s already November 18th, time flies, not a single day has been missed in these nearly two months. I’ve done quite well, right? By the way, asking for votes~) (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes, monthly votes, your support is my greatest motivation.)