The Amber Sword

The final counter-attack plan will soon be adopted...

Freya doesn't know how Sister Nimatis and Barta convinced the noblemen that perhaps Archdeacon Wood did think it was an opportunity. In any event, she has temporarily retained the pace of the army's retreat.

This is your last chance.

In the next 20 minutes, it will sound daunting to decide whether the coalition of humankind can fight the devil for the power of confrontation for the next hour, but here today, the hope of the Eruites is nothing more than that.

The rain was filled with a cool, heartwarming ice, like a steel blade.

The Marquis of Barta divided the guards of Bueno Anwey into two units, merged the main powers of the White Lion Legion into the cadets of the Royal Knight College, and placed the army under the personal command of Nimaisis.

This was something that would never have happened in Eruin's past, and nobles would never give up their armies and their power, and their greed made them hold on to what was in their hands as if they were ghosts of darkness.

But when Balta handed over command, the Legion Leader said to the knight, "I entrust the White Lion Legion to you, ma'am. ”

In a simple sentence, the female knight's cold face also had to be moved. She pondered a little and took the White Lion's flag without a word.

It rains heavily, and the future is equally elusive for those who are left behind or about to rush to the front line, but the danger is so insignificant.

The password rang long and the gate slowly opened.

The moment of the battlefield, where blood meets fire, seemed particularly real and close to Freya's eyes. The bright flames that crossed the night seemed to bring the battlefield closer together. From time to time, the chestnuts produced by the explosion swept across the area, and she saw with her own eyes the gates of the city creaking and waving.

Sister Nimaisi rides the back of the horse not far ahead, just one step ahead of her. There are several familiar faces on the side of the team, Owen, Beth and future Eruin Sanjakaro, Enroque, with the older Caglis leading his White Lion Guard.

As the gray squadron of fish emerged, the devil quickly discovered the movement of mankind, and a hellhound army appeared on the battlefield. But Freya had a great vision, and there were signs of savages in the sky, and the demons came more like toward Buenos Angeles. As expected, they want to seize the opportunity of human detachment to overcome this battlefield stretch.

Everyone held their breath.

For the last time before ordering the Battlehorse to stand, Nimaisies took a final glance at Buenos Angeles, where a flag on the low wall of the city was so prominent in the rain.

The crescent moon above Eruin is like just rising.

The look on her consistently indifferent face also had to be softened.

“Sister?” Freya noticed the anomaly of the female knight.

Nimaisie glanced at her and did not correct her name: "Freya, someone is demonstrating to us. ”

“Hey?”

“Let the white lion's flag be fought, I'll show it to him. Seven hundred years ago, with the help of the mountaineers, the White Lion Corps broke down the last army of the Cruz here, and 700 years later today, we can do the same. ”

Nimais replied coldly.

When the Marquis of Balta saw that familiar flag flying in the rain, even though it had been in the army for almost 50 years, the orbit was still slightly hot. He suddenly remembered the first time under this banner that the old army leader had personally taught him the glory of a white lion.

The glory of the past is so bleak at this moment, but it still shines slightly.

It's like Mars from the aftermath of the ashes.

When the Marquis stood in the rain, he thought a lot about it.

The first time he wore the White Lion armor, the first knight duel, the first time he rode on his horseback, the first time he breathed the cold air from the battlefield into his lungs, and the conspiracies and struggles of the forest plantations after that, but every subsequent victory was no more than the pure pleasure of defeating the enemy on the battlefield for the first time.

For the first time in nearly two centuries, the White Lion Regiment was glorified not because of victory, but because it guarded something, as if it had returned to its original purpose.

He smelled a little bloody and earthy in the wind on the front battlefield of Buenos Angeles, as if he had returned to that vast battlefield, facing the armies of the Temple after the wind.

Lord Kensei was still there, Lord Reid commanded the White Lion Legion, and he was just a little knight.

But everything has changed.

Whether it's the flags flying on the battlefield and the knights' crests, or the faces around them, everything has changed.

“Lord Commander, the demons have begun to attack. ”

“You don't have to report this to me, I can see it. ”

Balta replied that the demons above the wilderness were like a red tide, staring at the dense numbness of the creatures. The city of Buenos Angeles had several minutes to catch its breath after the last attack, but now the demons have discovered human intentions and are ready to take this opportunity to pluck this spike into their throats.

Wencheng's strength has become even weaker with the separation of forces. But the soldiers who were chosen to stay were not complaining. Most of them were among the older members of the White Lion Corps, who gathered in the city with generosity and a thin human wall formed by silver-grey armor.

“A caveman slave soldier was found and is expected to enter range in one minute. ”

“Pay attention to the barbarians in the sky and lift the rain cloth from the crossbow--”

“The city is in position, blocking the gap. ”

The passwords went on and on, and the soldiers roared as if they were going to use all their strength to cry out the last little bit of courage.

……

A wave of arrow showered over Freya's head, making her and everyone around her unable to bear to shrink her neck.

There is an avenue for carriage traffic near Medao in Buenos Angeles, but the road was already blown up by demonic magic and soldiers had to follow a riverbed in a stream, crossing the bottom of a stone bridge, before the walls of Medao village appeared in sight.

Behind you can see the cave lizard shooter —— it's an underground creature, kind of like a surface lizard man. But they have brown and yellow skin and pale eyes that are better suited to the battle in the dark. But there are more little devils, and Freya can see their disgusting reddish skin at this distance.

“Knight Chief, there's a bunch of hell hounds behind us.” Someone shouted in the storm.

“Leave them alone. Tell me, is the flag still there? ”

Someone turned around and looked in the direction of Buenos Angeles, “Knight chief, the flag is still there! ”

“That's good, keep moving. ”

Another wave of arrow rain struck, and a platoon of White Lion Legion soldiers brushed down in front. Then three crossbows whistled through the crowd, one of them flying past Freya and hitting Beth behind her. The straightforward young girl screamed and was dragged out of the horse and instantly disappeared into the dark.

“Beth!” Freya made a terrible noise.

But Nimaisie shouted coldly, "Leave her alone, any of us could die here, keep moving forward with the will of the dead, all of us, don't look back. ”

The White Lion flag is crossing the battlefield.

……

The Marquis of Balta was covered in blood and watched as the holy white lion became smaller and smaller during the rainy night. The old man who once had a White Lion Legion told him that the White Lion had its soul, and that it had promised the earlier King Ecker that it would become the Guardian of the White Lion Legion of the English Spirit. So the Legion's soul rests on this lion.

Of course, it's just a legend.

The Marquis of Balta has never believed such absurd rumours, but he has to admit that such souls do exist in the White Lion Corps. But not on a lion, but on everyone in this regiment.

The cavemen have been repelled, leaving a body between the broken walls. They were originally ashes, but unfortunately many in the White Lion Corps slept forever in this wave of attacks.

Soldiers in the city watched the cavemen roam the ruins as if they were regressed waters, but behind them emerged many huge figures - Hellhounds and savages appearing on the battlefield.

Second wave of attack in a flash...

“Watch out for the sky. ”

“Martha, this is endless.” Some people look at the ugly creatures in the dark muttering to themselves, "do you think the nobles behind us will come and support us? ”

“You're daydreaming. ”

There was a low laugh all over the city. In this laugh, the Marquis of Balta wiped his face and turned around and asked, "Where are we? ”

“Looks like we're at the intended attack site, my lord. ”

Ten minutes. Balta nodded.

What's the answer in 10 minutes?

I'm afraid no one has made it clear throughout the battlefield. Hundreds of cave lizard marksmen on the walls temporarily erected by the village of Medao shot skilfully, and an orange mask covered their heads, providing both magical protection and protection against the rain from damping the long bow.

To be honest, it seems a little redundant to Nimais —— they don't have the ability to hit remotely at all. Humans have run out of food and lost all their high-ranking fighting power. St. Mayfist the Grey Sword and that powerful vampire under that guy led the demon king away from the battlefield, but fewer and fewer Templar Knights remain in flames.

Master Leewoods restricted the devil's air force in heaven, but the ability to delay had been significantly reduced. More and more savages are being liberated to join the battlefield.

Nimmasis took a glance at the watch.

The siege ladder has been erected.

The soldiers in silver and grey armor in front of the White Lion Legion led the attack by climbing the ladder and attacking the temporary wall, but the previous attack had been stopped twice. Behind the city, there are cowheads, and there are many more, and human soldiers are simply dying.

She soon realized that.

Time is running out. When the soldiers of the White Lion Regiment were prevented from returning for the third time, Nimacees pulled out his sword. She glanced back and saw that the flag of Eruin was still above the city's head.

But perhaps only Lord Martha knows how long it will last.

“Freya, you come with me, this time I will personally lead the charge, if not succeed, let us die on the way to the attack. ”

“My Lord Knight...”

“We don't have time for this. ”

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(PS: = =, yesterday I fell asleep on the yard climbing table, I made it up today, I was wrong. There are two chapters, followed by another.) (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.)