The Amber Sword

Hidden whining sounds from the north wind slipped through the battlefield screaming and killing, mixing in the snowflakes and drifting over the broken city.

Nimaisie suddenly raised her ear and she stood up from the tower, looking thoughtfully in the direction of her perforation. There, the direction of the Old River beach is bleak, and far away lies the shadow of the East Mintai Forest, hanging like a cloud on the sky, with the banners of all kinds of aristocracy hidden on the horizon.

“Ms. Nimatis, you are not fit to act now. ”

As soon as Red Copper Dragon Reto walked into the tower, he saw the action of the lady knight and couldn't help but remind him: “You better take a break, we'll be able to support you for a moment after we join forces, and I don't know why, the Bukas seem to have left. ”

“Did you hear that? ”

“What?”

“Voice," Nimatis looked back at the veteran and replied, “It's the trumpet, it's the trumpet, it's the trumpet, it's heavier than the regular trumpet, and I heard it once on the battlefield in Ambethel. ”

Leto was slight and thought the lady had hallucinations, but, out of courtesy, he still listened. But a moment later, the veteran changed his face and turned around and rushed out.

Nimmasis followed him out too.

Heavy snow is falling in the city. The rebel offensive seems to have stopped temporarily. No sign of the Bukas can be seen in the sky. Only remote rebel camps remain hidden in the snow.

The two men stood at the edge of the city and watched the direction of the Old River Beach, hiding the movement of the rebels, which seemed to be happening.

“Look over there -” Nimaisie said suddenly.

Leto looked at the past with her eyes and saw a flag breaking through the heavy siege of the rebels. The flag clashed to the right among the banners of various nobles, like a reef in a storm, and stood in shock and terror.

“Which direction is… Alta's reinforcements?” He frowned: “Too few people, what are they doing, it's death! ”

“No,” Nimaisie hesitated for a moment: “The horn's voice is...”

The two suddenly stuck.

“Who's that? ”

“Who's in command of that army? ”

The Tonigal army in the forest faces each other and their eyes penetrate through the shadows of the trees, looking through the woodlands at the lone soldier on the north bank of the Old River, who was killed into the coalition of nobles.

It was like a lonely knight caught in the crossfire, but his opponent had nothing to do with him.

“They've killed through the Cade family, for God's sake,” suddenly someone shouted, "they've got a chance, those damn Southerners haven't had time to regroup, Martha's on, they're responding so fast, they're judging perfectly! Where did these knights come from? ”

But nobody answered his question.

Everyone watches this miraculous scene in front of them.

Nodak's rebel army was disturbed by a hundred and ten cavalry members in the district. The whole huge front was moving with the left and right clashes of this lone army. The rebel forces attacking the sharp arrows, which had been harassing the south in all directions, began to turn around slowly at this moment.

On the other hand, Tonigar's guards, who fought the rebels on all fronts, found that the pressure before them was diminishing.

When the horn of the whining echoes over the vast wilderness.

No one can help but generate such an idea in their hearts.

“It's time to counter-attack...”

“That's the rallying horn,” someone reacted: “They're calling us! ”

“I've heard horns like this, on the battlefield of the Battle of Ambethel," a white lion knight recalled, slightly excited, “that's the White Lion Legion's counter-attack trombone, which Lord led us to counter-attack the aristocracy of the North in such a voice! ”

“Then why are we still standing there? ”

“Look, they're flagging! God, what flag is that? ”

A man suddenly screamed.

Everyone turned back unconsciously.

Next to the silver lily flag flying in the shock wave, a swallowtail flag is rising, a sword with a shadow of Butch black pine leaves, a shadow of a giant dragon of gold, and a decoration of a blood-red vulture flower.

The Golden Dragon is the family crest of the Cadilloso family.

And Butch's black pine marks the beginning of a legend.

The sword is the symbol of the kingdom.

The vulture flowers adorn the Carrego's Weinlya.

Throughout the kingdom of Eruin, only one person is worthy of this flag. He is a hero to every Eruin, and more like a Tonigal god.

Everyone stood still, for a moment, without knowing what language to use to express their feelings at this moment.

Until another horn rang from inside Fort Mintai.

Long sounds of this horn are echoed from afar.

The two horns rang high and low, and they responded to each other on the battlefield. The Tonigars finally woke up, and everyone looked at their companions and comrades and saw the same hot, bloody gaze in each other's eyes.

“Lord is back! ”

“Fight for Eru! ”

The knights shouted out of position.

Overlooking the sky, the East Mintai Forest seemed to have suddenly killed a wave of silver. Their numbers, though modest, hit heavily on the flanks of the rebels as they turned.

Sir Don Higgins almost heard his toothpick cracking.

Why can't you stop a hundred cavalry men in the district? With more than a dozen armies of noble lords constantly pouring up and being dispersed by each other, thousands of armies can't stop a light cavalry less than ten times their size, or even limit the speed of each other.

Until he saw the Silver Winged Heavy Cavalry Regiment from the Southern Legion in the north of Sylman beaten 708 times by a hundred young knights in the district, his confidence had finally broken.

The light cavalry was turning again, and they finally targeted him.

Sir Don Higgins could have told himself that he could never retreat - he was the commander-in-chief of these regiments in this direction, and if his men retreated, it would not have been as simple as a failure.

Grand Duke Goran-Elson will surely kill him.

But reason was overcome by sensibility, because there was a deeper voice in his heart telling him that if he did not retreat, he would soon die here.

He gave a perfectly normal order.

Escape.

Sir Don Higgins and his army turned around and the loosening of the entire rebel main formation triggered a series of chain reactions, which quickly turned into an avalanche-like collapse in the vast wilderness on the north bank of the Old River.

More and more people are joining this mysterious escape, as if starting at a certain point, breaking and breaking the whole face.

Brando sat on the horse's back and just watched the scene calmly.

In this day and age, the nobles' armies were such garbage that, had it not been for him, they would have been wiped out by Madara's dead spirit in the First and Second Black Rose Wars.

Unfortunately, these people do not yet know themselves.

But the knights beside him were so excited that the young men, courageously accompanied by their lords to storm the trap, the bloodbath and the accelerating secretion of adrenaline, made them fearless of death.

But no one thought that they had succeeded.

But they understand, it's because of who.

When they fought against the spears of the Cade family, they found that they were not cowards and cowards at all, as their lords described them - on the contrary, the soldiers of the brown bear family, all brave and almost the best aristocratic militia they had ever seen.

But it was at that moment that a powerful power of order suddenly came to everyone, and when they turned back in horror, they realized that their lord could extend the line of law 100 meters away and put his power of element on everyone.

At that moment, victory and defeat were decided.

The assault of a hundred and ten White Lion knights, reinforced by the power of the law, was launched against the spear hand of the Cade family by a hundred and ten elements of almost equal strength.

Even if this family is famous for its valor and fearlessness, it will not help.

Young knights have no idea what this power of their Lord means to them, because it is like the legend of the knights of the Cruz, the twenty-four followers behind the wind and their king a thousand years ago, like any ancient legend in mythology, gradually dust beneath the dust of history.

This is the power of sainthood.

When the core forces of the coalition of nobles were defeated, there was no longer any way on the battlefield to stop the presence of that force.

The battlefield is already a mess, with the banners of all kinds of aristocrats running north in the snow and wind, and Brando ordered the young men of the White Lion Knight not only to lock down Don Higgins' army pursuit, but to disperse any aristocratic army on the battlefield that might reorganize, leaving the rebels unable to organize another counterattack and speed up the process of losing each other.

Soon after, the collapsed rebels scattered to both sides, clearing the way in the middle, and Brando raised his head and noticed an orderly army in the snow a mile or two away. This army, dressed in a unified grey robe, Oomont covered the sky, and the knights could not help but turn back and say to Brando:

“My lord, they are…”

Brando waved and stopped the knights.

He had already recognized that it was the flag of the Swallow Castle, and he had already heard of this rebel from the North, and he knew that they had been involved in the murder of Prince Levine.

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