Amber Sword

Long night with many dreams.

Thus, almost the entire night was filled with mobilizations, as the Flying Dragon Riders of the Black Blade Legion began to ascend one by one. Awaiting them, as expected, was the well-prepared Southern Army’s Flying Dragon Cavalry, along with Brand’s ever-present ’Heavenly Armament’—at least that was what all the noble commanders of the Northern Alliance believed.

Instantly, chaos reigned both in the sky and on the ground, but the effect was quite limited. Even though the Black Blade Legion’s Flying Dragon Cavalry combined with local forces tripled the Southern Army’s numbers, their fighting strength was uneven, and the dragons did not have adequate rest, leading to a reduction in combat strength by more than half, leaving them at a disadvantage despite outnumbering the Southern Army’s Flying Dragon Cavalry.

The commanders of the Northern Alliance realized something was amiss. Not only had the Finn Column and Constantin Column failed to break free, but the battlefield also plunged into a deeper stalemate. Meanwhile, the heavy cavalry of the Field Formation began accelerating, signaling a point of no return on the battlefield.

Brand was waiting for this moment.

The Northern Alliance’s heavy cavalry galloped across the flower-laden plains, with clouds gathering overhead and a new storm brewing in the Outskirts of Ambeser. The skies began to darken, and as hands were extended on the battlefield, they could feel gentle raindrops beginning to fall.

With the unified steps of the Earth Dragons, the ground began to tremble again. Unlike the slight quiver of a ranger’s charge, this was a roar that seemed to emanate from the entire battlefield, like rolling thunder sweeping in from the horizon.

And above the sky, true thunder was also rumbling faintly.

"Sea Demon Lord, please attack those heavy cavalry with your followers!" Brand suddenly shouted.

Buchlit looked leisurely at those human heavy cavalry; this was the first time the Gray Fin Naga fought humans on land, a treasured experience for them. Raising her hand halfway up, her four slender fingers were webbed with colorful hues, strange to human eyes but possessing a feminine grace.

The Naga Sacrificial Group began casting spells once again, and ice blades reappeared above the battlefield. Their human opponents hadn’t yet caught their breath. As single-element Silver Rank Elemental Mages blessed by the Sea God, these sea demon priests had a significant magic power advantage over their non-mainstream counterparts in the Northern Alliance, allowing them to re-enter battle swiftly.

Unexpectedly for Buchlit, before they could control the ice blades’ landing spots, the entire space seemed to freeze in an instant. Countless silver Law Threads appeared between the clouds, enveloping the entire battlefield and weaving a massive boundary.

In an instant, all spells were dispelled into nothingness.

"Spell Disassembly!" Buchlit frowned.

Spell Disassembly is the specialty of the Law Mages.

But for such a large range with such great effect, the opponent must at least be an Elemental Rank mage. Buchlit was evidently unfamiliar with the power of humans, but Brand knew who was responsible—

Duke Xifah’s chief wizard, Curiosity Seeker Gallock, a peak of the Erune Law Wizards.

The opponent couldn’t wait any longer, but finally, this guy made a move.

That was enough.

He immediately turned and roared, "Antitina!"

"I’m here, my Lord!" the noble daughter loudly responded amid the crowd.

"Now is the moment!"

"Understood!"

"Everyone," Brand suddenly lifted his head and howled to the sky, "Cover your ears."

"Huh...?"

The battlefield situation was ever-changing, and even those on the princess’s side were stunned by Brand’s sudden summoning of a wolf pack. Her Highness the Princess and Ou Fuwei’er were not inexperienced; they instantly recognized that these were Black Wolves, not high-level monsters from the Black Forest.

But according to the legends of the mountain people, Black Wolves only gather in plagues, known as the Wolf Calamity.

"Mr. Brand...?" Princess Griffine, pale-faced, stared dumbfounded at the black crystal on Brand’s forehead, which glowed faintly. "That is..."

Ou Fuwei’er also furrowed his brow.

"Heh-heh," only Count Otin chuckled lightly, "The Dark Monarch herds the wolves, calamity follows before doomsday; saying the Black Wolf pack is a harbinger of disaster is just the baseless rumor of witches, believed only by the ignorant mountain people. I once witnessed a true Wolf Calamity at the Trade Wind Ring—yet even in calamity, human effort can overcome."