The Amber Sword

He doesn't even need the power of the law. By relying solely on swordsmanship, he can show these people why he is the youngest sword saint in the kingdom.

“It's Kensei! ”

The aristocratic knights finally reacted and began to retreat with soft legs. Nor are they fools, who naturally understand the true difference between themselves and a sword saint. One Eruin is only a few swords saints, and like them, he eats and waits for a dead noble knight, grabbing a large handful.

As soon as the knights fled, even less the defenceless waiters naturally could not stand up and began to retreat. They reunited in a mess and retreated in an orderly fashion, retreating as if the tide had gone down and looked experienced.

Some veterans are said to have fled from the first Black Rose War to the present, and to have survived a failed war to this day. They dare not say anything about the offense, but must have been at the master level in the retreat.

And the Tall Tower illusionists realized something was wrong on the front line, and a Salad wizard who had arrived from the sky was stopped in front of Brando. This Silver Nation looked down upon Brando with a look of their distinctive perseverance and pride - a mortal sword saint, a figure in the world of dust, but nothing in front of the Silver Nation, and the Nazis who served the Sassards were not without the presence of a sword saint among the Shakd knights.

However, he was still so young that he was slightly surprised.

“A mortal genius,” he said. “You're quite a brilliant creature among these insignificant bugs, but you shouldn't be here. ”

The wizard raised his staff and pointed to Brando.

“My lord, beware, they are the people of silver!” A voice warned. Brando looked in that direction, and the White Lion Guard knights noticed what was happening here, and Brando's presence put a lot of pressure on them to have some leisure time to remind them.

But the White Lion Guard Knight Commander didn't recognize Brando, just thought he was a royal sword saint.

Nor did Brando point out this, he reached out and grabbed it, so the magician grabbed the staff in his hand and flew out, crossing a beautiful arc and landing steadily in his hand.

The wizard was angry that he had been called to wear his identity and put a silver lightning bolt on the knight's commander, but when his staff flew out of hand, the lightning miraculously flew halfway through the air and came to Brando's collection.

Brando held the lightning tight, the latter twisting in his hand like a struggling electric snake, making a nourishing sound of electricity, the white gold spark splattering, but unable to escape.

Brando gripped the lightning and glanced lightly at the Sassard wizard of the spell: "This is the power you are proud of, Sassard, reckless, angry, blind and arrogant, and this is what you are told by the knowledge you have from the White Tower? ”

“You… you…"

The wizard has spoken incessantly and his face is no longer full of bamboo.

Brando looked at him like a dead man, and his heart was so calm that the calmer he was, the stronger his contempt for the Salad Alliance.

There has never been an ethnic group of silver, or an ethnic group of gold, so despicable.

“Go to hell and confess, Martha will give you a place there," Brando said, releasing his hand, lightning flies out, flying hundreds of times faster than the original master.

In that wizard's frightened glance, lightning pierced his spell shield like a straight spear, and all the spell protection on him was instantly broken, and the electric light penetrated his chest, and he screamed, turning into a piece of coke and falling to the ground.

“Those who indulge in power will die because of it. The wisdom you have gained from the White Tower does not tell you this. Even my outsider understands why the people of silver are so arrogant," Brando said softly. “Is it because they are good and dare to shoulder their responsibilities? Are you comparable to those who are noble? ”

The rest of the illusionists were frightened and stopped.

“Polar... polar...”

The wizards behind them were like birds of shock, turning around, and for a moment the spells on the outskirts of the forest sparkled, and no one could see a Sassard wizard on the battlefield.

Brando did not care about them, not even the 'Buga' retreated from the war, and the rest of the rebels dared not stay in the town of Alta. Although Alta is one of the most important roads to Mintai, if they are in control of it, they will cut off the back of the Toniguer garrison at Mintai Fort - but everyone understands that it will take their lives to control it.

And victory or not, that's just Grand Duke Goran-Elson's business. They're just trying to split a cup, and they're not gonna die for the others. Therefore, no command was required, and less than a minute after the district, the men fled.

Brando crossed the square and walked toward the White Lion Guard cavalier commander —— the other side was covered in blood, with multiple wounds, and a broken feather arrow in his right leg, looking at the smooth cut of the arrow rod, which he should have cut himself. He took down several other knights in front of Brando and offered Brando a gift, which was the most noble courtesy, and apparently the captain of the knight finally recognized Brando.

With far more rebel corpses in the square than the White Lion Guard, Brando realizes that his strict demands on these young men and his high investment in Tonigal territory have finally worked at this moment, and the White Lion Guard has become the seed of a powerful army in Eruin's future, so long as they germinate, it is not inconceivable that the kingdom possesses the same military power as the Krutz.

But this army must be in the hands of those who have the ideal to revive the kingdom.

Many people are unaware of what has happened, but by mouth-to-mouth, the White Lion Guard guarding Alta finally understands the reason for the sudden end of the fighting, the growing number of people in the square, the young people of the White Lion Guard, who are constantly suffering multiple injuries, are leaning over.

“Lord… Lord.” The captain of the knight was so excited he could barely kneel down to Brando that his actions were like a signal that all the young men on the battlefield knelt down on one knee.

Brando lifted him up.

“I am back, as you can see," he replied, "and the craftsmen and wizards of Sassard have despised the kingdom of a mortal, and the blood of silver is no longer noble because of their despicable deeds. You don't have to worry about Eru dying because from this day forward, from this moment forward, we're going to make them pay for their blood. ”

“Those who make mistakes will surely pay for their actions, and I assure you. ”

“Lord!” The captain of the knight was thrilled to ask, "Are we counter-attacking now, our fleet has arrived, where are they? ”

Brando looked at him, at everyone in the room, and it was a young face, some even smaller than him, a teenager's face, dusty with blood on his face, but his eyes flashed with wings for the future.

That kind of wings, for this kingdom, for the love of the homeland of the Eruins.

No Eruin is born worse than man.

The same is true of this kingdom.

Their lords have proved this more than once in Ambethel, at the Black Sword Barrier, and he can do it, and so can they.

“Where we are, behind us is Valhalla," Brando stretched his hand, and a star and moon lily flag flew automatically into his hand: "The counter-attack has already begun, if you want me to share this glory, pick up this flag and return with me to the battlefield ——”

Every knight raises his sword in his hand.

Their sword is the answer in their hearts.

……

The fortress swayed and the dust was falling from the ceiling.

Leto leaned against the perforation with a cold face and watched the battle outside. The guys were good, repelled the enemy attack again, and the goddamn rebels retreated after leaving a body behind, giving way even to a tower they had previously occupied.

But the former mercenary, known as the Bronze Dragon, did not have a relaxed look on his face, but appeared serious and heavy.

Though the rebels' will to fight is staggering, the strength advantage cannot be ignored, and the White Lion Guard and Mintai Guard have been drastically reduced in just a few hours of repeated competition.

Such a reduction would undoubtedly exacerbate the strain on them.

In order to compensate for the shortcomings in their strength, they had to shrink their positions constantly, but the depth of Fort Mintai was always limited, and Leto understood that there would always be a moment when they would be unable to retreat.

Within his sight, many walls and fortresses have raised flags representing the nobles of the South. The star moon lily flag and the White Lion Guard battle flag fell directly from his field of view.

He couldn't help but close his eyes tirelessly.

This is already the last fortress to Fort Mintai, and the city hall and the patrol cavalry battalion must not be lost again, or they will lose their initiative in this battle altogether.

But hopes are already so remote that Nimatis tells him that Valhalla will soon detect the anomaly and mobilize the army to support him, but it will take at least half a day from Shahrand to get here.

Can they fight for even two more hours?

……