Amber Sword

’Boom’

A gigantic wave instantly shattered the formation of the Noble Private Soldiers by the riverbank. In fact, they had already begun to waver before the wave formed, but how could anything outrun a wave? Most of the Noble Private Soldiers had just turned around when they were swept away like garbage, dragged into the water.

Then the torrent slammed these screaming and crying Noble Private Soldiers head-on into the houses on the other side of the Silver Smith River. Amid several loud ’creaks’, the buildings collapsed, following the flow toward the street behind.

Baron Rodu’s frontline collapsed in an instant. Behind the giant wave, the young knights advanced over the water—facing a retreating line, where the spearmen had long been falling over backward, unable to counterattack.

One side retreated, and the other accelerated, then the two lines clashed together with a resounding crash.

It was like a comb running through hair. The young knights of the Princess pierced through the Noble Private Soldiers’ lines with almost no resistance, leaving behind a sieve-like defense riddled with holes. However, wave after wave, the psychological defense of the Noble Private Soldiers collapsed in an instant.

There was nothing left but to turn and run.

But the relentless cavalry continued forward.

The young officer cadets drove the enemy to prevent them from regrouping again. Although this was almost meaningless against opponents like the Noble Private Soldiers, the young people still executed the cavalry tactics with textbook precision.

From a broad view of the entire battlefield, both near and far, the Noble Private Soldiers under Rodu’s command dispersed in a flurry, like ants under a collapsed dam.

The sky was lightening.

Brand pressed his lips together, watching the scene before him, his face showing no sign of triumph. He suddenly tightened the reins, and he and his horse spun around, stopping before raising the Earth Sword high, pointing to one side:

"Breson, sound the horn, command the troops to split to the flanks!"

"Brand, what are you trying to do!" Breson nearly jumped up; now was precisely the time to chase the enemy.

But he quickly fell silent, staring dumbfounded as those sky-blue spiders appeared again—but this time, not on the ground, but in the sky behind Brand.

One by one, thousands upon thousands of Wind Spirit Spiders appeared over the battlefield, like a densely woven, sky-blue net.

For a brief moment, the battlefield was silent.

Brand turned his head.

"Brand, you..." Breson swallowed hard.

Frey was stunned too. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen these spiders, but it was the first time she’d seen Brand command so many of them.

"All troops, hear my command," Brand’s voice suddenly echoed across the battlefield: "Knights of the Royal Knight Academy, maintain the assault from the flanks, keep moving forward—"

"Forward—"

"Forward!" A moment of silence was followed by a wave of cheers and shouts like a mountain avalanche.

After being dragged from the water, Baron Rodu stared blankly at his knight, who was screaming at him at the top of his lungs—but oddly, he couldn’t hear a word.

Finally, though, sound seemed to return to his awareness, and he gradually heard his subordinate shouting at him: "...My Lord, they’re splitting apart!"

"What do you mean splitting apart!"

"Those knights are splitting apart!"

Rodu paused, but then the last bit of color drained from his face, "They’re driving us together, they’re planning to drive us forward!"

"They’re going to use us as cannon fodder, My Lord!"

"My Lord, the Harbor Guard at the rear have been discovered—!" The piercing screams in Baron Rodu’s ears seemed to echo from a distant place for a moment. He stood up shakily, stammering, "We can’t let it happen."

"Ian, help me onto the horse. We have to find a way to regroup, or we’re doomed—"

But his words were cut short.

Suddenly, he saw a long spear emerge from the chest of his loyal knight, and as he looked up, he saw the long, flowing red ponytail of a female knight fluttering in the wind on the horse.

This was the last sight Baron Rodu ever saw.

Then everything plunged into cold darkness.

Qian wiped the blood from her cheek, turning around. Only when she looked at that figure did her cold amber eyes show a trace of warmth.

On the battlefield, at the same time, in many places, nearly identical scenes were playing out. Rodu’s knights already understood their ultimate fate, but still, some attempted to resist. Just as those knights prepared to rally those around them, a brilliant golden beam of light descended from the sky.

Instantly piercing their bodies.

On the battlefield, golden beams crisscrossed—

...

"Rodu is finished."

"Owen and Sir Marloes’s armies have been discovered by them; our Princess is quite something."

A white-haired yet energetic old man smiled as he turned around. He wore the most traditional Erune military uniform, with various medals on his chest, the most dazzling of which was the Candlelight Medal of the Flame Temple—Reid Dulo, Vice Corps Commander of the White Lion Legion, and also its most senior knight.

In the eyes of the Cruz people, he was Erune’s most respected enemy and the true pillar of the White Lion Legion, the Lion of Erune—when he became famous, the Cunning Fox and the Lonely Wolf were still just children.

He once pledged allegiance to the Kerkova Royal Family, neither a Royalist nor aligned with the Northern Nobles, a mainstay tasked by the Royal Family’s power. However, in this civil war, to repay the Crown Prince’s kindness, he unhesitatingly stood on the side of the Northern Nobles.

Even so, no one dared to disrespect him, not even among the players back then. This elder rose to fame in the Holy War and afterward remained the spiritual pillar of the Erune Army. His loyalty to the Kingdom was unrivaled.

But now, this elder shook his head, looking at the other two, and smiled: "To think we old guys have to bully a little girl, how disgraceful."

Marquis Balta awkwardly laughed, aware of the implicit meaning behind the words: "Don’t worry, Knight Reid, we will ensure the safety of the Princess and the Young Prince."

Although he was a commander, he showed no toughness in front of this man.

The elder glanced at him.

"But I’m more concerned about how they discovered the Harbor Guard?" Marquis Balta quickly changed the topic.

"Unclear, but their scouts shouldn’t have been able to get through. While Rodu was a fool, his few hundred men blocking off a Silver Smith River couldn’t possibly miss a living person." The Old Knight rubbed his chin: "They might have deduced it from clues..."

"Under that young wolf’s tutelage, our Princess grows amazingly fast."

In all Erune, it was probably only this Old Knight who dared to call Ou Fuwei’er a ’young wolf’. Balta couldn’t help but smile wryly: "The Crown Prince under the elder’s guidance is equally exceptional."

This time, the Old Knight nodded without reservation.

And as the two conversed, the guest beside them suddenly stood up. "Huh, what’s that?"

"Is that...Heavenly Armament!"

In the midst of wind and rain, toward Silver Smith River, a cascade of golden light intertwined...

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