Amber Sword

The storm raged outside, lightning and thunder crashing towards them.

"Lord."

Julian remained silent, looking at the rain, where the nearby streets were already teeming with people. Flags representing the Harbor Guard still appeared on several main streets near Seagull Street, but in many places on the fierce battlefields, protrusions had already formed. The Naga’s offensive was exceptionally fierce—this was not plundering but an invasion.

Their enemy quickly realized the Imperial Guard of the Grey Fin Naga.

The Imperial Guard of the Grey Fin Naga is a standard Second Order army in the game, not to mention the Harbor Guard of Ambeser, not even Erune’s regular army is a match for them.

The Sea God’s Scepter, shining bright like a sharp sword suspended over everyone’s hearts, left them with no mood for words.

In the silence, farther away lay indistinct darkness—apart from the earth-shaking slaughter that proved battles existed there, the entire harbor had almost become a giant beast devouring life.

Heavy casualties—

"Jinopa Lee and his patrol cavalry are still holding on, but they can’t last much longer." The Marquis turned his head, "Send Eben and Ernest with their troops to support us."

"Lord, but the Great Priest instructed that under no circumstances can we pull any forces from the South Gate."

"Now, I call the shots here," the Marquis boldly interrupted him while standing in the rain, then turned back, enunciating each word: "This is Ambeser, the south is the Flada Forest, separated from the Royalist’s territory by the Anlek Mountains. Why would we deploy a large defensive force at the South Gate? Has the Royalist already reached our doorstep?"

"But the Princess..."

"That’s none of our concern," the Marquis replied coldly, "Remember, we are soldiers of Ambeser. Protecting this port is our duty, if the Lord of Priest has any questions, he can come to me."

The knights around him exchanged glances, then looked at each other before bowing deeply to this veteran who had guarded Ambeser for over a decade, then left the hall one by one.

The Marquis sighed.

He placed his hand on the cold battlement, suddenly feeling that this kingdom was much like this port, swaying amidst this dark storm.

He couldn’t help but look out at the pitch-black surface of the sea.

A bright beam of radiance rose from the sea—

Caglis turned back as this light rose, the White Lion Legion readying themselves behind him, numbering just a hundred or so, yet bearing the momentum of tens of thousands. People found it hard to believe this was an army from Tonyger, and less than half a year before, they were just a group of young countryside folks.

He felt a fiery passion in his heart.

Caglis thought he might have made the most important choice of his life, uncertain if it was right or wrong, yet he knew he wouldn’t regret this choice.

"Miss Antitina."

"I saw it too," Antitina standing in the wind and rain turned back, her eyes dark and deep: "The time has come, you’re preparing to depart, aren’t you? Please make sure to escort the Lord back safely."

"I understand."

"Caglis, remember, what can save Erune is not the Royalist, not the Princess, but the Lord," the Staff Lady answered faintly.

Caglis was slightly taken aback, "Miss Antitina, do you too think the Lord should not take this risk?"

"It’s an unwise move," Antitina sighed, "But for this reason, we believe he can reverse this dark era, albeit clumsily, but as my father used to say—some people are born to bring light to others."

"We follow him."

"Just hoping to witness a miracle."

"That’s all."

Caglis remained silent, merely nodding seriously. He watched as this usually gentle noble daughter turned and returned indoors, as if carrying a kind of resolute power, which also burned in his heart.

He turned back.

Countless bright eyes centered on him, every young person carried the same mark. They had walked here from the Trade Wind Ring, they had personally witnessed a miracle—also amidst endless dark storm, a pillar of light traversed heaven and earth, that one could never forget.

The person who brought light was now inside this city.

Amidst this pitch-black storm.

He raised the Command Sword—

Antitina gave these young men one last look, watching their White Armor vanish one by one into the rain—perhaps now it should be called the White Lion Legion—they bore the ideals of this era, stepping out from a section of brilliant history, under his lead.

What kind of change would they bring to this kingdom?

Just a splash in the river of history?

Antitina silently pushed the door open, seeing Roman sitting upright inside. She had been worried this young lady might treat Princess Magdalene as a toy, but now she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Roman?"

"Antitina," Roman said solemnly.

"Hmm?" Antitina was slightly taken aback, in her impression this self-proclaimed great merchant daughter had never behaved this way.

"Antitina, I’m sorry," The merchant lady nodded, "But Roman is about to go to Brand now."

"What? Wait, you mustn’t—" Antitina was startled; the young men of the White Lion Legion were about to set off, and they, who had no combat abilities, needed to board the ship immediately, then rendezvous with Brand at Outer Sea. This was no time for Roman to have any accidents.

But before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly found herself unable to move.

"Roman, you scoundrel—!"

"Antitina, listen to Roman," Roman’s eyes locked onto Antitina’s, making the noble daughter jump in fright, she had never seen such a look from the other: "Brand is in danger, this is a trap, only Roman can help him."

"Antitina, so Roman must leave now."

"Princess Magdalene will be entrusted to you, please take good care of her."

"This is the task Brand gave Little Roman, now Little Roman is handing it over to you."

Having said this, the merchant daughter already pushed the door open. Antitina only heard her final words: "White sister, let’s go... please hurry, Princess Magdalene has told me there isn’t much time..."

Her face turned deathly pale.

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(PS: A 6,000-word Chapter, because the plot was all together, I didn’t break it up. You understand~~) (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)