The Amber Sword

The sun reflects the white Lion's Heart Avenue of Ambethel ivory, which was built in the first century (Chaos.1437) and written by Charlemagne, then a priest of Ambethel: ‘The long streets gleam like snow, as if they lead to the clouds of heaven'.

Four hundred and sixty-five years ago, the Legion of the White Lions was examined on this long street by the predecessor Jun Acme; yet, four hundred and sixty-five years later, they are once again present on this land.

Long guns sparkle, armor triumphs over snow.

“Enemy is enough. ”

Sir Franz stood in a temporary position and watched a row of silver-white spear tips appear on the horizon on the other side of Long Street Lion Heart. The corners of his two mouths drooped slightly, revealing a cold light in his eyes.

If the enemy is a white lion, why me? Karen's failure was still in sight, and he raised his right hand slowly, his five fingers together, and there were cuts in the morning wind.

But Karen is nothing but a piece of crap.

The White Lion motto, until the end of the dead; however, no matter which enemy, the legion is defeated - true or false, the sword reveals itself under the sword, which is a bleeding sword, and the words of praise are not empty false words; Sir Franz looks up at the White Lion's flag, which is a fortress cast with the enemy's own blood, but how can a young man understand?

He never thought that this kingdom would have an army that could defeat today's White Lion Corps, not the rest, not the White Lion Guard of the past. Denial today is a betrayal of history, and Sir Franz will never forget his comrades who died in the November war.

Their blood will never flow in vain.

So today he's going to prove it all with a sword and a bow, and from now on, the White Lion Legion will stand on this land forever, and their flag will never fade. And how can the fate of the people today be bound by history?

Not everyone has to live heavily to carry yesterday's ideals. It's just survival. It's also a matter of pride.

History relies on strength to speak.

“Preparation -”

The wind is sending orders with accents from thick places in the northern plateau.

Behind Sir Franz, the light infantry of the Royal White Lion Legion stepped forward, as if a gray white man-wall were moving forward in turn, raising the long bow in each hand, and the horns of the bow and iron flashed in the sun, forming a swinging, flashing light belt.

No. The commander gazed at the distance.

The archers of the Royal White Lion Legion held their breath, adjusting their heartbeat to the harmony between their hands and eyes.

The commander finally nodded.

“A hundred steps away, no wind--”

“A hundred steps away, no wind--”

Sir Franz raised his hand high as if it were a flag, stroking forwards:

“Put it down!”

Buzz--

The air seemed empty, and the bowstrings seemed to vibrate slowly at very low frequencies. The feather arrows came out of the string, and the archers of the 300 White Lion Legion fired arrows simultaneously, and then slowly turned around as if they were pulling another arrow out of the arrow behind them with all their hands...

For a moment.

Arrows fly like locusts in the sky.

Young cadets at the Royal Knights College looked up with feathers and arrows, and neat cavalry queues produced fluctuations like watermarks. As Brando watched, having experienced many wars, he knew that perhaps the intensity of a long bow shot in every war was not the most casualty-provoking attack, but it was a great test of the quality of the army.

There are many examples of Eruin showing a sharp decline in morale when poorly qualified armies face intense long-range strikes. Because people always instinctively seek to emerge from their plight, cowardice and impatience can tear apart the formation and even lead to a breakdown.

But war is the process of overcoming instincts.

“Keep up the speed! ”

“Keep up the speed! ”

Muko, Brayson and even Rocha were screaming loudly as the cadets manipulated the horses and raised their shields.

Cammel took a gentle breath on the horse's back, his grey eyes staring closely at the flying arrows that were getting higher and higher in the air, and his head was getting higher and higher.

Although they have been through several battles before, this is the first time that they have been thrown into a positive battlefield, with no tactical demands on either side, rather than mere will to fight.

And their opponents are no longer the unspeakable Hong Kong Guards —— but the White Lion Regiment of the Kingdom, dressed in grey white armor, in a glorious manner.

The most elite warrior in the kingdom...

‘Brush ——’

The rain of arrows had fallen, and all the knights on the horses' backs leaned slightly backwards, and the arrow clanging bells fell from them. Those arrows have actually been slightly deformed before they even got close —— a layer of tiny golden light extending in the direction of the arrow, and when the arrow truly breaks through everyone in this ring of light, it has actually lost most of its power.

“It's magic! ”

“It is the halo of conflict… there are holy knights in the other camp!” The direction of the White Lion Corps shrieked.

The moment Cammel hit the arrow, he felt a blank in his head, but as he shook his head up, he saw an arrow pouring down, and the infantry regiment in white heavy armor at the front of the team was leaving the battalion.

Against countless flying arrows.

They're attracting firepower...

Cammel swallowed a sip of spit in the dryland and suddenly felt a little dry throat.

Brando, with his sword in his hand, firmly gazed at the position of the aristocratic side of the North, awaited a moment that was close to hand.

He finally raised his sword as if he was using all his strength to roar:

“White Lion Guard, take my orders and crush all your enemies! ”

“You were born with glory, so spread your wings and embrace your victory -”

“No matter who the enemy is, the Legion wins! ”

The sword of the earth refers to the long sky as if a flag were flying. The White Lion Guards shouted a roar that shook the heavens and the earth and discolored their enemies' faces.

In just over a dozen seconds, the White Lion Legion's long archer has fired four wheeled feather arrows. Flying arrows are like a storm sweeping through every inch of land within less than a hundred meters, and the White Lion Regiment is no longer than a long-range strike, but that's just relative.

It just doesn't make sense.

Sir Franz looked shocked at the holy white army as it was raining, and the white lion flag was walking with arrows and arrows.

All the firepower was concentrated on them, but no trees were built; nor were the sharpest arrows allowed to enter less than a foot around their bodies, and a light blue light naturally ejected the feather arrows.

The archers connected several clusters of arrows that were replaced by hunting arrows and tapered armored arrows, but none were successful.

Instead, they are gradually accelerating.

Faster than a horse.

Sir Franz, whose body was freezing, had seen the Cruz Fencing Corps on the plateau and the Buck Guard of St. Osor during the November war, and the army in front of him could not help but bring him back to that nightmarish age.

Ten doesn't exist.

The blood that was shed in the war seemed to have stained the vision red long ago.

“Let the magicians go!” Sir Franz almost screamed teeth-cuttered, and his forehead was a fine, tight layer of cold sweat.

“My lord, the magicians are still behind us! ”

Ser Franz led the First Swordmen of the White Lion Regiment of the Kingdom, Jude Regiment, a light infantry regiment designed to bypass behind the Princess's party at the quickest speed and cut off the back road.

He led a squad of archers and a light infantry squadron to their destination, and even started forming before he had time to rest. I thought it was completely excessive to rub 500 people against 200 people.

But now he only feels a regret, a slight enemy. Sir Franz closed his eyes and said, "Quickly, send the Great Knight of Nicholoma for backup, and the Temple for backup! ”

“Damn, how could there be a Holy Knight in the enemy camp?! Those damn Krutz people, they are so outrageous...”

He turned back.

But they must be blocked, even dragged down, even at a price.

“Archer, step back, change your sword! White Lion Infantry, forward...”

Behind the archer, the spear is like a forest.

But it's too late, and the White Lion Guard is now in front of the position.

This army, which seems to have emerged from the legend, is really going to open its wings to embrace their victory at this moment; a blue line surrounded by their armor seems to have really survived, and they are surrounded by each other, stretching out to both sides.

Between moments, a pair of blue and green wings stretched nearly ten meters behind all the soldiers of the White Lion Guard.

Aah!

The infantrymen of the Royal White Lion Corps, who had just erected a spear, gazed and watched their enemies suddenly rise off the ground, not flying, but more terrifying than flying - they jumped high, jumped past a distance of almost 20 metres, and instantly came over the position of the Royal White Lion Corps.

Isn't that the Wind Elf Guard tactic? When Sir Franz looked up, there was only a blank in his head.

It was also the last thought in his life.

In the middle of the sky, the spear rained. One of the spears carried an unparalleled threat, and even pierced his heart for a moment before he could react, until the moment of his death, the leader of the First Swordsman of the White Lion Regiment of the Kingdom even maintained that incredible look.

Shocked.

No, Gan.

And unbelievable.

The White Lion Regiment of the Kingdom, which had left a body behind, was retreating, not fleeing, but forming a siege. The lower ranking officers took over the command of Sir Franz, and although morale had been greatly reduced, they still had to complete the regiment's final mission.

White Lion Legion, till the dead end.

Caglis also had a headache in the face of such a scene, and the White Lion Corps of the Kingdom may not be the strongest army, but it is definitely the hardest to haunt. The glory of the other side supports that they will never back down, yet they also have one chance and must not let the other get involved.

More than three White Lion Legions are completing their enclosure, the difference between Hell and Heaven in just one second at night.

As soon as he and his close-knight landed, he made the same decision - moving forward. They must tear each other's positions forward and open a passage for the cadets behind them.

Young people from Tonigal have done almost everything, but they are faced with equally fierce opponents, and a strong sword technique can only cause a bloody wave in the crowd. But that is not fast enough, far from enough.

Caglis pulled out the lion's blade, his eyes almost red, and he yelled, "Push them away! Even if it does, it's gonna blow me a bloody road. You can only go forward, don't back off! ”

“Ow!” Everybody killed Red Eye.

The White Lion Kingsguard gave up all defenses and almost barely retreated into the sea. Although almost no attack by the White Lion Regiment of the Kingdom would do them any harm, the irreversible soldiers held their arms and thighs one after the other, dragging them into their incapacity.

Caglis, alone, attacked by more than a dozen people, but a moment of struggle almost made him feel beyond his limits, and he gasped heavily, breathing white gas under the mask of his helmet. The White Lion Guard also finally began to cause casualties and was finally crushed by soldiers of the Royal White Lion Legion, then lifted his facial armor and stabbed to death on the ground with a sword.

But paying is not without cost.

The position of the First Swordsmen of the Royal White Lion Legion has finally begun to loosen.

Cammel suddenly heard a cheer coming from his ear, and he looked around and found that the cavalry formation was expanding toward both wings, forming a thinner, wider impact formation.

It was about to start shocking, and suddenly he thought. Indeed, a team of knights on both wings is accelerating, and they are leading by raising their flags.

Cammel happens to recognize those knights, the Silver Elf Knight, the red-haired 'demon’ lady - the mountain folks think that all red-haired people have demonic blood, and Cammel is no exception, besides, Cee's way of fighting is really lacking in elegance, and mercenaries are famously fierce in battle.

Then there were the three knights of the Earl of Swanburg, on whom Cammel couldn't help but stay a little longer. This was followed by Brayson of Prague, Senior Locka, with a cold-faced fallacy.

Under their leadership, the cavalry formation formed a month of teeth; they were gradually accelerating, from keeping their sitting horses running forward to making big strides.

The ground shook up and rolled like thunder.

Cammel heard someone howling in his ear: "Accelerate! Accelerate!”

“Already in the opponent's best range! ”

“Don't stop if you don't want to die! ”

“Cavalry, stay in formation! ”

Before Cammel could react, she felt hit. He turned around and saw a black figure rubbing his shoulders past him. He raised his head and saw only a black cloak dancing with the wind.

And that tall, pitch-black, wide blade.

The sword of the earth, Harangua.

It's "Commander".

That's what they cadets call that guy, and Camel couldn't help but stare —— is he going to be part of the fight? In their impression, Brando should be a brilliant commander, not a knight in front.

But he opened his mouth slightly in surprise and saw another elongated figure walking alongside His Excellency the Commander. Sir Ovewell, the name of the lone wolf has been ringing all over the kingdom, the elder of the kingdom, and Lord Ovewell wants to fight alongside him?

What a glory...

But who glorifies who.

Before Cammel had a chance to make a sound, one knight after another had leaned over him to Brando, first of all the mercenary knights of Rubis, who were clustered around their lords to make Brando look like a hunting king.

Brando quickly answered Cammel's doubts with practical action.

The position of the First Swordsmen of the Royal White Lion Legion has finally begun to loosen.

Opportunity has arrived.

Brando retracted his gaze from left to right, Ovewell and Nimmasis on his left and Charles, Tiger, Andrig and Medfis on his right.

These people are his companions.

A so-called companion.

All like-minded generations.

He knows that some of these people suffer with him in this world, while others fight alongside him in another period of history, yet the two moments of history overlap.

It's close by, in either way. The whistle went through his ear, and the wind seemed to carry a voice - the long flute of Karasou.

The flute, it floats over the battlefield.

That year, the enemy they faced was endless Madara's army. And just as now, right in front of them, the knights wear helmets and treasure each other, launching their final battle against the enemy.

What awaits them is countless cold, emotionless deaths, like phosphorus fire.

At that moment, history overlapped with reality.

Well, let's go.

He raised his sword and took the lead. The cloak flies like a black flame. Butch, Riedenberg, Madara, everything is behind us, ahead of us is the unfolding of an endless future.

History has changed.

Behind him, the cavalry roared, forming three unjustifiable sharp arrows, whose names were Cadets of the Royal Knight Academy, the White Lion Guards of the Kingdom, and their names —— the young future of Eruin.

The immense trident above the battlefield penetrated the White Lion Legion Front, to which the northern aristocracy belonged, and the indestructible Legion finally collapsed.

The cavalry screamed in the trumpet, squeaking, and the whimpering horn sounded like a giant hand that swept across the battlefield, carrying everyone's victory forward and then forward.

The circle of the White Lion Legion broke a mouth.

This mouth eventually tore the darkest corner of Eruin's history. The Nikoloma Knight led the reinforcements as they arrived with a pale look at the corner of the White Lion Regiment's collapse, a scene he had never seen in his lifetime.

Then he saw a black flame sweep out of the crusher.

Beneath the flames were the eyes of the young man, firm as steel, and the blade in his hand. Nicholoma the Great Knight sword sheathed out, what a cathedral knight, he also had a yellow circle of hallucinations spreading through him.

He is also a Holy Knight.

Cammel saw their commander stagger with the knight of the temple, and he couldn't even send out a reminder that the temple knight of the temple, who even recognized each other - the great knight of Nicholoma, one of the most golden masters of the Temple of Ambessel.

But what Cammel saw was a series of remnants, as well as a tall, flying head of the Nikoloma Grand Knight.

“Ah...”

He can't even make a sound anymore. All the cadets at the Royal Knight Academy were completely stunned at this moment. What kind of swordsmanship is that, in mortal language, cannot describe it?

The First Swordmen of the White Lion Regiment collapsed.

As if a whirlpool of death had formed on the battlefield, the men of the Great Knight of Nicholoma were swept into the whirlpool and crushed into pieces in an instant.

Brando, however, is still moving forward, with the young cavalry sweeping the flanks of the Third Swordmen of the White Lion Regiment and sweeping the Fourth Swordmen, who had just arrived in time to unfold their formation, Conn died and Owen was seriously injured.

Morale like a rainbow.

Ambesseur North Gate Barracks --

Balta looked at the report on paper and all the information was telling him that the princess and her cadets at the Royal Knight Academy had broken out.

He raised his head somewhat rigidly.

Lord Wood's sacrifice was as heavy as water, “Young people have grown far beyond our expectations, and it looks like we're the only old guys left. ”

Raeld nodded and turned to push the door out.

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(PS: Cousin had a baby yesterday, went to see her today, only came back in the afternoon for a chapter. Hey, I didn't think I'd be an uncle ~) (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.)