The Amber Sword

When the last noble knight on the battlefield in front of him was also led by a sword, the white lion knights did not stop shooting and continued to kill him in this direction. The other side's numbers were not much, but the momentum was staggering, and the beach trembled slightly - the White Lion Guards were horseback knights, but as they rode the horses, they were the kingdom's most powerful cavalry.

“Lower the spear...” Matthew felt his voice go away, counting the countless armies of skeletons faced in the first Black Rose War, which he had never been so nervous about at this moment.

Because he understands that if he fails in this battle, he will no longer have a chance to regret it.

The spear hand depressed the spear in rows, then a spell descended from the sky and landed on these inferior spears, allowing the spear tip of the row of spears to flash a light purple light. “Enchantment!” Matthew raised his head unconsciously, shocked by the discovery that a wizard had actually cast a spell on his own team, a discovery that aroused him immensely. The spear hand has the power of magic and can finally threaten the knight of the other side.

It might not win him over, but it would at least make the opponent feel bad if they could just bypass him and pinch those soft persimmons behind him.

At this critical juncture, Matthew also had to come up with the idea of preserving his strength.

Unfortunately, he did not have the option.

Soon he was stunned to discover that the White Lion knights seemed to despise his rivalry, and that the Tonigars' knights rushed straight this way without even stopping.

Matthew even seemed to hear a man giving orders: "… Accelerate, advance! ”

That was a steady, but very young male voice.

“Are you crazy!” Matthew almost wanted to yell at these lunatics across the street, and in any case, the spear man's threat to the rider still existed. In a normal battle, even the most radical, the knight constantly moves the spear hand to adjust the formation and then strikes to death.

How can there be such a direct front?

But he couldn't wait to think so much, because the threat had reached the point where each spear held its own and Matthew pulled out his sword again.

He understands that success and defeat in this move.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters...

As the noble knight shouted, "Raise the spear -” he suddenly glared in dismay. Because he saw a silver ripple sweep from between the white lion knights, right in his body, and at that moment, Matthew felt an irresistible force pulling up his arm, flipping over the sword that was gripping him tightly, piercing his own throat.

“Ah... ho..."

Matthew screamed in vain to pull out his sword, but all he could catch was a gushing arrow of blood.

Feeling his power disappearing and his horizons spinning, he saw the Tonigal knights swoop away from the spear hand, panicked by the loss of command, knocking those poor people to the ground and trampling them to death.

He saw the thin formation almost pierced, and the soldiers fled in panic, screaming and hitting the nearby friendly army.

Matthew closed his eyes painfully, yet at the last moment of his life he saw something cross the sky and slide out of his faint vision.

Finally, the aristocratic knight fell softly from his saddle.

But the fighting on the battlefield is just beginning.

Four spells are staggering through the sky.

It is four silver lines that cut across the heavens and the earth, spreading from the wizards of the Sassards, almost as powerful as destroying the heavens and the earth.

Four beams of light swept through the forest, hundreds of hectares of forest land evaporated into ash, spells cut the land like a sharp blade. When they swept through the frozen Old River and fired at the White Lion Knights, even the river water was raw cut into four segments, and the river's ice stream evaporated and rolled, revealing the riverbed full of pebbles.

But Brando only watched the scene cold.

These people dared to carry out string magic in front of him. This level of dragon magic compared to the schoolsister is simply a generous laugh.

He pulled out the knife directly, and the dark twisted sword looked like scrap iron, but its curved blade nurtured the meaning of the rule of judgment.

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A series of moves was accomplished at a moment when Brando waved his sword, and the four silver lines broke apart in the middle of the sky, but that was far from over - because the connection between order and space was likewise severed, and the sardinian wizard's aerial technique failed, as they fell directly from the middle of the sky.

And this time, there are no more magic shields to protect them from harm.

The body of the Silver People fell to the ground from a height of 100 meters away, eventually turning into a pile of mud.

“Down! Down! ”

“Descend quickly, the opponent has the means to forbid evil! ”

Slightly further away from Brando, some of the Salad wizards who were fortunate enough to escape were scared to death by this scene and fled far away. And one of their wizard chiefs whispered to show the others to drop altitude immediately.

Brando held that dark, twisted, strangely shaped long sword and looked around at the sky. In the area where the White Lion Knight was located, he could never see a Sassard wizard in the air again.

……

“The Sacred Sword is destroyed! ”

In the airspace in the other direction, a wizard named Grey Robe or Blue Robe is gathering. But everyone is serious, and some of them are frowning.

“Erdo, Huggins is dead...”

“And so did Depana and Kara. ”

“With the Sacred Sword, the other side should be the one. ”

“He did come back and assembled everyone. Eruin's scourge judgment was misjudged, and the other side was not very good at illusion.” A solemn voice rang out and turned everyone back to the speaker.

Hollis? Finn, who is the second most respected of the Sassards after the status of the Saardian wizard, is also the leader of the operation.

This is a serious, old-fashioned, middle-aged man with two strange white eyebrows on his handsome face. The sharp eyes hiding beneath this snow and white eyebrow looked at everyone present and continued to say: “It is the force of the elements of time and space, claiming that the power of existence is below the law of closest to truth, our opponent is unusually strong, he may have been pointed out by Tulaman, and I am not necessarily his opponent alone. ”

“My lord,” the wizards said, “we don't have to fight him alone. Now that the target has appeared, should we notify the other party to enter? ”

Hollis nodded: “That's what I meant. ”

And as for the bad guys who died in Brando's hands, nobody talks about it at this point.

The deaths of those apprentices are of little significance to the Bukas. Although each and every one of the Silver Nationals is noble, there are no more apprentices who die in various experiments every year. Even the Bukas themselves were merely cannon ashes before they were able to become full wizards.

It's just that the demands of the Bukas on official wizards are much higher than those of mortals.

Only true wizards are the most valuable asset of the Salad Alliance.

And above the wilderness on both sides of the Old River, the battle between the Tonigars and the Southern Army has just begun.

The ‘sacrifice’ of two consecutive lords finally allowed enough time for others to react. The horn of the woo sounded, except that a few chose to retreat in the first place, and the noble armies chose to follow orders from both sides of the Old River to surround Brando and his White Lion knights in the first place.

Such a spectacle is formed on the battlefield, where the army north of the Old River is converging around a tiny point on the battlefield, at the centre of which is a cavalry of the Tonigars who are weak enough not to be weak any more.

“My lord, what shall we do now? ”

“Forward. ”

“Forward? ”

Faced with the resurgence of all sides, even those who are bold enough will inevitably return to business. Though Brando's hand-crafted White Lion Guard knights are all Tonigal and even Eruin's finest generation of young men, there is no chance of winning in the face of the current battle.

Brando turned around and looked at the captain of the knight behind him -- a pretty handsome young man, even some pretty, naive, with a faint freckle on his face, curly hair, and a very firm glow in his pale brown eyes.

“Scared? ”

“Of course not... just you, my lord...”

Brando, hand-detailed, pointed forward: “The brown bear on that shield is the crest of the Cade family, famous for its cowardice, who dared to show off in front of you. I want you to pierce those cowards from the front, poke a mouth in the rebel circle, no problem? ”

The knights took a deep breath.

There is boiling blood in my heart.

They will fight alongside the most legendary hero in Eru, making them feel unbeatable, even though it is only two simple words.

“Blow the trumpet.” Brando said.

The knights turned around and focused their eyes on the young knight captain. The latter silently removed the white horn strap from his shoulder and held it up with his hands.

Another low horn sounded in the vast wilderness, and the sound resonated with a whirlwind, as if it were a reverberation of the wind of the Rin North, echoing on both sides of the Old River.

The knights loosened their horses and took their swords back to their sheaths, removing their spears from their saddles in a neat and uniform motion. The magic mark on the White Lion Armor is activated at this moment, and the magic gleams in a flash.

And the horses began to make small strides, and gradually accelerated again.

Ground roaring.

……