Amber Sword

Although Count Vitokin scoffed at the rumors circulating among the lower-ranking soldiers, should one day Viscount von Doggen become another Earth Sword Saint, then the Black Blade Legion might surpass the White Lion Legion. He took the spear from the young man’s hands—the commander leading with the spear was an important belief in the Black Blade Legion, but now it remained just a ritual—Count Vitokin asked indifferently, "Have you seen the Princess’s position clearly?"

"Clearly, Count!"

"How is it?"

"Arrogant in the extreme."

Beneath the shadows at the foot of Angerk Mountain, three massive phalanxes lay silent, lined up by over a thousand noble private soldiers on the north bank of the stream. The front three rows held spears four to five meters long, with oval giant shields reflecting sunlight—these oddly-shaped tower shields unlike any human troop; rather, somewhat reminiscent of the Silver Elf’s field army of past times—Ansi’s Throat.

A deep silver bulwark stretched across in front of the Northern Alliance.

"It’s that genius of the Nayue people." For the first time, Brand donned his full knight armor, sitting in the center of the phalanx on horseback. Hearing Count Otin speak thus beside him, he also looked up at the ambitious knight in the distance in front of the Northern Alliance formation.

"The Black Blade Legion engaged the Tuokui Ning Golden-maned Lion-man in the north. Viscount von Doggen maneuvered with less than a quarter of the forces, infiltrated the enemy’s rear, and burned their grain storage. Forced the Earth Temple to temporarily retreat. Macaro once said this person is surely Erune’s future General Star, Mr. Brand, you need to be wary of him." Princess Griffine softly reminded Brand from behind.

Under Brand’s lifted faceplate, his calm expression shifted slightly, and he chuckled lightly.

What’s there to be wary of? It’s the other side that needs to be wary. Historically, this person was killed for Freya, and now Erune’s Valkyrie is on this battlefield; this Viscount might be in for bad luck.

Sir Wolf Ou Fuwei’er noticed Brand’s expression and couldn’t help but smile mildly: "What, does it seem Mr. Brand has old ties with this person?"

Brand nodded.

Old ties indeed, this person still owes him a duel.

"Princess Griffine didn’t let the officer cadets form the core of the central position."

Old Knight Reid removed the monocular from beside his eye, the corners of his eyes lined with crow’s feet moved slightly with the gradually furrowing brow, "Which army is that?"

"Judging from the banner, it’s Otin’s private soldiers."

"Such arrogance!" Marquis Balta sighed, "Looks like continuous victories have made Her Highness somewhat complacent. She probably thinks she can win in one swift battle."

These words were precisely what most frontline noble commanders were thinking—one swift battle to determine victory; it seems Lord Martha favors the north. Although the Xifah Royal Family was once deprived of glory, how is that not true for the Colcorva family as well? Count Vitokin couldn’t help but close his eyes, thankful in his heart that he didn’t choose the wrong side.

Definitely going to win.

On the battlefield—

The Princess Army’s left and right wings extended backwards towards Angerk Mountain, leaving the southern Machenko Mountain and Vileco Mountain. Forming a large battlefield belt dependent on the center.

The main position became the center and prominent part of the entire battlefield. Her Highness intended to use this central axis to maneuver the balance of the entire battlefield.

Everyone couldn’t help but sigh in their hearts: "What boldness, what grand moves."

Too bad.

"But if the central axis is once broken, the Princess Army will lose its support," Viscount von Doggen confidently analyzed pointing to the shadow of Angerk Mountain in the north, "The whole battlefield will be divided by our side, they will have to fight independently, defeated in no time."

"Ou Fuwei’er wouldn’t make such a mistake; he is a lonely wolf of the Kingdom!" a noble officer asked loudly.

"Because he seeks greater initiative, that is the character of the lone wolf, silently lurking, and striking with one kill!" The viscount answered confidently.

"Where are the Naga and the Royal Knight Academy’s officer cadets?"

"Must be on the left and right wings!" Viscount von Doggen answered word by word.

Everyone was enlightened, Count Vitokin raised his head, staring at the shadow beneath Angerk Mountain for a long time. Then, his gaze fell on the young man on the dragon’s back: "Viscount von Doggen, dare you be the vanguard for the new king?"

Viscount von Doggen’s heart was filled with ecstasy, he understood this was his best chance to make a name in history, immediately lifting his head high, "Naturally."