Amber Sword

Perhaps he showed off a trick earlier, but that was merely the gimmick of a ’Summoner’, not much on this battlefield.

Since ancient times, every strong army has its pride. Although these young men have yet to witness a real grand scene, they are also outstanding among their peers. Even if they dared not directly refuse orders, nobody responded at this moment, only waiting for Brand to make a statement.

Frey suddenly became nervous, but Breson glanced at Brand without making a statement, and the young man named Miu Ke was like most others, coldly staring at Brand.

Brand did not make a statement.

Instead, he directly issued an order.

He spurred his horse forward, then turned back and commanded coldly: "The ones blocking Princess’s path ahead are nothing but worthless rabble. Your mission now is to teach them a lesson they will never forget from the front."

"But we have little time, so you only have a short period to learn this lesson."

Learn this lesson?

Everyone was stunned, followed by an uproar. The young officer cadets of the Royal Knight Academy were almost taken aback before they understood this sentence; he meant to give them a lesson.

What bold words. Cavalry assault, not to mention whether the opponent has the ability to teach them a lesson — the question is, does he have such a force of cavalry next to him?

The competitive spirit of the young men was suddenly provoked, and all of them somewhat humorously watched Brand, seemingly waiting to see how this empty commander would conjure up a cavalry unit to teach them.

Brand never spoke in vain.

He turned his horse’s head, the Earth Sword resounded as it was unsheathed, and he shouted proudly: "Who will serve as the spearhead, come to me!"

Silence reigns.

Only Frey rushed out first, pressing her sword with one hand, her knuckles a little white. For an instant, she felt as if she had returned to the night of fleeing from Ridenburg.

The almost identical situation, the same fighting side by side. It was a miracle only he could create.

Two people.

Breson hesitated slightly, then broke from the crowd as well. "Brand, what’s this madness!" he couldn’t help but ask in a low voice.

Brand glanced at him but did not reply.

A horse neighed as if from an alien sky, the rain was like a weaving loom, and incandescent light points generated from blackness, converging bit by bit. Out of the white light, Medisha, holding a spear with one hand, emerged slowly from the void, arriving beside Brand.

Then it was Qian, the red-haired girl wielding a war-hammer — although it was no longer the Thunder Gun — but this didn’t conceal the aura emanating from her, another golden rank under twenty, exchanging a silent glance with her teacher, the Princess.

Char smiled slightly; the so-called Mage Attendant, of course, he had to stand with his knight. He lightly patted his mount, which seemed to understand his intention, meekly coming to Brand’s side.

Next were Medphis and Andreg, the vampire lady appeared particularly distinct, draped in a long cloak, holding not her usual pair of blood-forged blades but a lance surging with the power of blood.

The two rode side by side.

Then came the Rubis Mercenaries, Hu Que and others caused quite a stir upon their appearance in the crowd. The reputation of the Rubis Mercenaries was not just in Brand’s memory but spread across the continent. Their attire was so peculiar that they attracted everyone’s attention upon arrival.

"Impossible!"

"He actually has Rubis Mercenaries under him!"

"It’s said that Rubis Mercenaries never leave Fanzan for combat, how influential is this guy really?"

One Elemental Manifestation, five of golden rank, over a dozen silver-ranked beings, though numbering no more than thirty, when these individuals gathered around Brand, everyone gasped.

This is already an army.

Not to mention others, even Princess Griffine couldn’t help but be startled.

"Though I’ve heard it before, I still didn’t expect that he has assembled such a talented group under him," she couldn’t help but mutter softly.

"Yet he still stands beside you, Princess," Ou Fuwei’er replied.

"That’s because of knight-like qualities," the Princess sighed, "Can I, the Royal Family of Kerkova, still deserve such honor?"

Ou Fuwei’er did not reply.

"That’s a Silver Elf!"

A cry of shock came from the crowd; Medisha, with silver hair and silver eyes, skin like snow, and most importantly, the dazzling scale armor that looked like a work of art, was unmistakably the legendary battle armor of the Silver Elves, the Silver People.

"The Silver Elf has returned?!"

"Am I seeing things..." everyone was dumbfounded. Legend said that after a prophecy, the Silver Elf hid from the world, declaring that they would only fight alongside the Black Iron People when the Four Great Sanctuaries fulfilled the Holy Covenant again.

But with the Holy War imminent, the day the Four Great Sanctuaries would renew the Holy Covenant seemed far away.

Only Ou Fuwei’er fully recognized Medisha’s difference, "It’s a Heroic Spirit." Princess nodded lightly.

His knights have gathered around him.

No one could laugh anymore.

The strength around Brand was already enough to make him a Prince of the realm. Everyone understood this. He raised the long sword, the Earth Sword in his hand, Harangeya cut through the rain curtain, the edge of the black blade slightly vibrating—

"Listen well."

"Don’t let me see anyone falling behind."

"Otherwise, you might just flunk—"

The sword fell, and the thundering sound of hooves arose.

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(PS: Went out today, started coding after returning home in the afternoon, so it’s a bit late. This should be the last Chapter of the angry climax.) (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)