The Amber Sword

Above the blue sky, Martha's law of elements called ‘Tiamat’ is resonating with the artifact, with four columns of light stretching through the sky and supporting the skyline of the Ambessel Quartet.

The sky resonates with the sea, and white birds take off from the sea, surrounding the columns of light beneath the clear sky, forming a magnificent scroll.

On that day, countless people witnessed the miracle, from Ambesseur to Soo, from Grey Wind Harbor to Kanage.

But not everyone under the miracle is in the mood to admire the beauty of the sky. The port of Ambesseur is situated in a neighborhood close to the North Gate, and the Cavaliers of the Royal Knight College are systematically penetrating and breaking down the last line of defense of the Harbour Guard.

But the situation is changing quietly ——

As one of the few leading graduates of the first phase of the Royal Knights College, Eurander is leading several cavalry knights of his own descent through a temporary barrier of the Harbor Guard, and now all he has to do is keep moving forward and break a mouth on the position of the Harbor Guard before the other side can step back and build a new line of defense.

Behind him, Cammel's 13th and Aiden's 14th squads, who had previously completed a joint attack with him, would continue to circle back and finish flanking the other lines of defense, and the duties of each tactical squad would undoubtedly be to determine that the owner of the windy spider lying on their shoulders was clearly organizing the situation over the entire battlefield through such a spider, and would then give the order back to each of them.

Eulend had never fought or learned such a battle, but that was certainly what he had dreamed of. He can clearly see that his opponents have no resistance and are caught in shock and fear, while all they need to do is move on, move on and win is to spit.

Like the arm makes the finger.

Eulend always thought it was just an adjective, but now he realizes that such command and execution really exist. The cavalry knights on the battlefield truly came together to form a sharp sword, and the man who made it is an extinct swordsman.

It's so smooth!

But all of a sudden, a few windy spiders floated all around him. As soon as Hollander sees these pale, translucent insects in the wind, he immediately realizes that they are reprimands in several directions.

Something went wrong...

“The Cruz have already moved," Brando replied with seriousness, as if he had witnessed: "At least three armies are moving towards me in our northeast and northwest directions, fast as they pass Golden Wool Avenue, Twelfth Avenue...”

He suddenly raised his head and said, "Ah, I think I recognize them, the White Lion Corps, an old trick of their two-wing raids. ”

Brando suddenly had a funny feeling that it was them.

“They want to surround us.” Nimatis replied coldly, “It's a trap. ”

“The Yankees were quite bold enough to draw everyone's attention to the Blackblade Corps, but secretly mobilized the White Lion Corps.” Brando grinned and looked up at the strange weather resonating with the artifact in the sky: “Just to satisfy the demands of the Cruz, his knife didn't hurt at all. ”

Everyone in the place sank their faces, and it is now clear that Prince Wang must have persuaded the Temple of Fire with the Lion's Heart Sword as a chip, otherwise the White Lion Legion would not have been able to draw thousands of silent Ambethels out of its indulgence under the surveillance of the Cruz.

Even more so, the Sifah Dai publicly moved the Krutz to come personally, in fact, I fear that the sword will belong to the Temple of Fire in the future, whether or not the Lion's Heart sword appears in Ambethel. With the human and material resources of the Temple of Fire, it is still easy to find a sword in the little Eruin.

Not to mention the other hand holding several other parts that resonate with the Lion Heart Sword.

But perhaps the other side didn't think that Odyphus' soul was still in the White Lion Corps. Perhaps this is the so-called man who is not as good as God, and this sudden artifact resonance is a reminder to Brando.

Wood, Wood, Brando couldn't help shaking his head. He relied too much on his judgment with the past life, and Wood's old man was truly Tullaman's best friend and an upright neutralist, but besides that, he forgot that he was also the top of a temple of fire, a Cruz.

The importance of the Blade of Fire Odyphus to the Temple of Fire is self-evident, and more importantly, jihad is equally important to him and to Meros.

Those Yankees are really intolerant.

But unfortunately, he was left with a last chance.

The artifact resonance revealed his location, but also the intent of the other party. Brando couldn't resist the irony that the Temple of Fire still failed to understand that the battlefield was already under his control.

Soon they'll regret it. He turns around and says:

“Nimmasis, please order the whole army to turn around. This is our last chance. ”

The knight looked up at him.

She nodded silently.

The boom rang.

Eulender tightened the reins, and he had heard echoes in the middle of the sky, not an attack, but a retreat. But now he had no choice but to see the soldiers in grey white armor pouring out of the front and back alleys.

White Lion Legion of the Kingdom!

Eulend felt his heart tighten a little, but he reacted quickly, "It was an ambush, into that alley!” The five cavalry knights showed excellent cooperation at this time, only to see them pull the horse tight at the same time and turn one by one, while clamping the belly of the horse, turning to leap into the alley on one side.

“Accelerate! Don't stop!” But soon, Eulend had seen almost the same soldiers on the other side of the alley, but it looked like heavy infantry, two platoons, a dozen men, and he immediately yelled, "The White Lion Corps is an infantry, accelerate, break them off! ”

But the White Lion infantry reacted quickly, as if they had just appeared in the alley, towering shields in the front row and spears in the rear row.

The white spear they used, a special piece of equipment for the White Lion Infantry, was adapted by the Wind Elf's Dragon Slaughter Gun to deal with first-rate cavalry damage.

Eulender's heart sinks and his opponent's tactical skills are too high. He will only wish he were riding the dragon of the Cruz Iron Mounted. Only a deck with a thickness of more than seven millimeters in the chest of the monster can block the White Lion Spike.

He turned around and the White Lion infantry behind him had been embraced, headed by a White Lion Heavy Guard with a heavy shield and a battle axe. The light infantry of the White Lion Legion in the rear has erected a long bow - Eulender has reacted, the rain has stopped and the projectile weapon has begun to come in handy.

This is really getting worse.

Eulend turned around and couldn't help but squeeze his eyes. The row of white lion spears in his eyes grew clearer and closer, and the pattern on them was so clear, but slightly different from what he had seen the last time in the North.

Did the White Lion Legion improve their weapons again?

The other side really deserves to be the best of the kingdom. But they don't suck either, except in this case, the disadvantage is too great.

Let's make one last effort.

Hollander tightened the cavalry sword in his hand and the white lion light infantry behind him had loosened the bow string in his hand, a sharp burst of penetrating air from behind from afar to close, then he felt a few heavy blows to the back of his back.

It hurts a little, but I'm not wearing it. But it was a terrible shot, and he had to be glad that the White Lion Corps of the Kingdom had never been famous for its long-range strike power. Although he had regretted it more than once, when the other side stood up against him, Eulend was a little lucky not to be a crow mouth.

But the spear array ahead is getting closer.

“Harder, brothers!” Suddenly he raised his sword in his hand and howled with all his strength.

“For Eluin, move on!” The knights around them roared.

But it was at this time that Eulend heard a slight voice shouting, "Break it up! Split up!” Split up what? Suddenly he saw the white lion infantry in front of him squeezing away to both sides, revealing a void in the middle.

Opportunity!

Holland screamed as if the man who fell into the water grabbed a straw and immediately screamed like the knights who had struck enemy positions during the Battle of the Goran-Elson Plateau: "Go! Run!”

People don't want to die if they don't. The same goes for the cadets, who don't understand why the other side of the net is open, but now they don't have a choice.

The five horses and the knights on their backs instantly passed through a barrage of white lion infantry, and Eulend subconsciously turned around and saw the open barrage closing behind them.

Then he saw that the White Lion Light Infantry on the other side of the alley was pulling the long bow again and arrows. When he saw the arrow coming out of the string, he suddenly realized:

Turns out the other party wasn't a quasi-head error, but the other party was aiming at the white lion infantry shooting at them.

What's going on here? White Lion Corps split up?

Eulend had a mess in his head, but he heard a voice calling himself, "Eulend!” Next time he turned around, he saw a large group of cadets from Wang Li Knight College gathering together to form a flood of cavalry.

The knight on the horseback was staring at him and shouting, "Hollander, get back in line! We don't have time for this. We're heading south! ”

“Beth? What's this all about? ”

Eurand looked back at the White Lion Corps infantry, who were at war with their own colleagues, but surprised him that the White Lion infantry were not at all opponents of those White Lion infantry soldiers who appeared on the battlefield.

He couldn't help but change his face when he saw the white lion infantry blocked in the alley waving a sword with spears. “White Crow Sword? Are these the royal guards? ”

“No, I don't know!” Beth shook her head: “They're here to help us, but I don't know what's going on! ”

She missed her head: "If you have any questions, ask Your Excellency the Commander. ”

“Commander?”

Eulend immediately turned around and immediately saw in his sight the figure standing on the horse of war, the elongated figure - he couldn't help but look in that direction with some admiration, "Is that also the army of His Excellency the Commander? ”

“Seems exactly right. ”

“But how could he command the White Lion Corps? ”

“No, Eulend. They are not the White Lion Legion, in fact they are...”

“Hmm?”

“White Lion Guard...”

Where the half fairy princess was stuck, she saw the army walk into front of herself from the fog after the heavy rain and then through their ranks and into the front battlefield.

Her fingertips were all white and even slightly trembling.

On countless occasions, she heard from her father's bedside stories of an army dressed in pure white armor, fighting with the former king in the plains, mountains and forests of Eluin, who defeated all their enemies, who expanded their frontiers and walked in shade, accompanied by virtue and heroism, the strongest armies that truly belonged to Eluin.

White Lion Guard.

On countless occasions, she saw that shining flag in her dreams, led by her knight, in front of her. And the glorious army, as if to return to Eruin, returned to that flag.

On countless occasions, she even thought her father was still alive in the world and could see for herself what she had achieved.

Countless times, she believed she could succeed.

Until she always supported her father's departure, until the royal party was separated from her ideals, but until today, dreams became a reality.

The flag was right in front of her.

Behind Brando.

And that army was walking under the flag, pure white armor, surrounded by gold poems of war on the armor, no different. When she saw that army destroy the White Lion Regiment, she couldn't help but look up at the sky.

At that moment, she seemed to see the gaze that cut across time and wisdom.

Brando had no idea that the regiment he had built would have such an impact on the princess, but he could not taste it; the recreation of the regiment was one of his dreams, but he did not realize that his efforts had been in vain until he had witnessed its birth.

The ancient legion had returned, as if it had been handed over to him by the king himself, and only the Eruins could understand what was meant by it.

But Brando knew it wasn't sentimental when the White Lion Legion was still ready to close his wings, and he had only one chance, and he had to rush out of the perimeter.

Take everyone.

He glanced at the cadets of the Wang Li Knight Academy, who had lost almost nothing to the Hong Kong Guard. But almost a tenth of the White Lion Legion stayed on the battlefield forever.

Still too young.

Brando was so heartbroken that he could barely speak. Fortunately, however, most of the people chosen there at the time in history were fine and only a few were slightly injured. The best thing to laugh at is that Enlock actually fell off a horse and crushed the other guy as he broke through the White Lion Corps blockade. If his companion hadn't rescued him, he'd probably be taken prisoner.

Fortunately.

Brando turned around, and he gave Caglis a look. The current commander of the New White Lion Legion nodded immediately and understood what he meant. Brando wanted the New White Lion Legion to protect the students as two wings, not because he didn't care about the New White Lion Legion's death, but because he believed that there was no possibility of casualties at all for these young men from Tonigal.

Everything is well arranged and the cadets of the New White Lion Legion and Wang Li Knight Academy are the finest armies of their time, and it only took less than a minute for the two armies to rendezvous and turn around.

Brando raised his sword.

He looked proudly at the distance to assemble the standby White Lion Guard, and at last let the White Lion Regiment of the Kingdom be the first experiment for his tactics to materialize.

Though incomplete, it's enough to give some people a pot to drink.

Yet everyone looked up at the sword of the earth pointing to the sky, at a time when a circle of golden halos spread from Brando.

Conflict Halo.

Brando dropped his sword and pointed forward:

“Strike! ”

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)