Chapter 554 - v3c330 (1/2)

The Amber Sword Fei Yan 59210K 2022-07-22

v3c330

The Holy War(15)

The sunlight was like a sharp sword, piercing through the mist. On the highlands, the flowers were laid out like beds and the flowing river sparkled silver, but spears lined up between the forests broke the serenity. The Highland Infantry marched together, and countless coats of arms and banners could be seen. Each was painted with various emblems, from lions and thorns to pelicans and garlands.

Finn’s Division, Constantine’s Division, Beale’s Division, and the Northern Coalition Army were rallying. The forest was dominated by thousands of spears, tips of these spears gleaming white as snow, s.h.i.+fting with the breath of the infantry. It created a scene of rippling silver and flas.h.i.+ng light for miles around.

Looking into the distance, from the Anker Mountains, the southern area seemed to have turned a depressing black. The flags above the water waved around, an occasional flash of weaponry breaking through. Brendel pursed his lips, This is a real battle. It was only at this moment that he felt the illusion of returning to the past.

Everyone was gripping their swords so tightly that their knuckles turned white. Even the n.o.bles’ private soldiers had forgotten to breathe, only looking at the huge army with their mouths wide open.

More soldiers appeared continuously from behind the army, their number already surpa.s.sing tens of thousands. If all these people were to breathe together, the sound of it might even be stronger than the rus.h.i.+ng of the wind.

The gentle breeze blowing across the Mar Highlands was quickly calming down.

The air became humid and stifling, a sign of the coming storm. Across the green meadow, a knight left the main array of the Northern Coalition Army. He raised his spear and trotted towards the north.

“Quick, look! That is the genius knight of the port. Master intended to make him the commander, and I heard he was here to replace his father.”

“A twenty-year-old commander?”

“It’s because he’s a genius. I heard that the young Lord has fought many victorious battles against the Lion Beastmen. It was miraculous. The veterans who fought with him call him ‘Wagner’. Did you know that ‘Wagner’ is a hero in the legends of the mountain people?”

“Veterans?”

“The veterans are those who joined the Eleven Months War! He could actually command them. And only he could command them. I heard that Master is interested in nurturing and training him to become the next legion commander.”

“That’s absurd.”

“It’s possible, comrade. There’s a rumor going around saying the young Lord is a direct disciple of Earth Sword Saint Darius. Think about it, before the Sword Saint became famous, people also called him ‘Wagner’, right?”

“I don’t think that’s possible, but I did hear that Master Darius had descendants, right? n.o.body knew where he went, so maybe that descendant of his is the Lord Viscount. After all, Master Darius couldn’t bear looking at a divided Aouine.”

The soldiers were all discussing with each other. In the end, paying respect to him was inevitable. During the kingdom’s restoration period, Sword Saint Darius had a legendary reputation in Aouine, and his mysterious disappearance left a powerful ending to his legend. Many commoners believed that the Earth Sword Saint was the kingdom’s guardian and that one day, when the kingdom was in grave danger, he would reappear and fight for the kingdom again.

In ‘The Amber Sword’, such a statement was widely circulated among some of the players. Aouine’s players even reconfigured the military swordsmans.h.i.+p left behind by Darius. But no one, Brendel included, had expected that even the kingdom’s guardian was unable to escape the judgment of time.

That last glimmer of hope was also buried under the ashes of Bucce.

Brendel held his longsword, his heart filled with sorrow.

Viscount Von Dougning raised his head high, filled with energy. If you looked closely, you would find that the rider covered in silver armor was the young man who stood next to Vitokin a few days ago. This young man was also the leader of the Black Blade Corps who had clashed with Brendel before the auction. He was a genius knight of the Nayo people, and even the veterans who had fought in the Eleven Months War admired him very much. All of them believed that he might be the next Earth Sword Saint.

Viscount Von Dougning also believed that this young man would be the next Sword Saint.

He raised his spear and rode his heavy Earth Drake a few times around the Northern Coalition’s campsite. His cloak ran like a golden flame, and the cheers of the Northern Coalition Army came rumbling down the mountains and over the seas. They cheered and shouted together:

“Wagner! Wagner!”

“Wagner! Wagner!”

There was a gleam from the sweat on the young man’s forehead when he came to Count Vitokin with his head held high. The Count nodded with satisfaction. Although the White Lion Legion had a lot of talented men, the Black Blade Corps also had successors, especially the one that was praised by the veterans of the November War. It was said the battles this young man had gone through against the Lion Beastmen were perfect and that he was just like the young Sword Saint Darius.

Although Count Vitokin dismissed the rumors that were circulating amongst the soldiers, he figured that if one day Viscount Von Dougning was to become another Earth Sword Saint, the Black Blade Corps might surpa.s.s the White Lion Legion. He took the spear from the young man. “The commander must take lead.” This was an important belief in the Black Blade Corps, but now only this ceremony was left. Count Vitokin asked calmly, “Have you gotten a clear view of the Princess’s location?”

“I saw it, Lord Vitokin!”

“How is it?”

“Absolutely presumptuous.”

There were three huge phalanxes under the shadow of the foothills at the Anker Mountains. Thousands of the n.o.bles’ private soldiers lined up north of the creek bank. The men in the first three rows had four to five-meter long spears accompanied by oval s.h.i.+elds which reflected the sunlight. These strangely shaped s.h.i.+elds did not look anything like what human soldiers usually used; instead, they looked more like what Silver Elf field troops wielded.

A heavy silver barrier was laid down in front of the Northern Coalition Army.

“It’s that genius of the Nayo,” said Oberwei.

Brendel had put on a full set of knight’s armor for the first time and climbed onto the back of a battle horse in the center of the phalanx. After hearing what Oberwei said, he lifted his head and looked at the confident knight standing in front of the Northern Coalition Army.

“When the Black Blade Corps fought against the Lion Beastmen in the north, Viscount Von Dougning used less than a quarter of his military force to deal with the enemy. He attacked them from behind and burned their supplies, forcing the Holy Cathedral of Earth to retreat. Makarov said that this person would be a future star of Aouine. Mr. Brendel, you have to be careful of him,” Princess Gryphine whispered from behind him.

Brendel lifted his faceguard and smiled slightly.

Who do I need to be careful of? He should be the one who needs to be careful. This man was killed by Freya previously, and now this heroine of Aouine is on this very battlefield. Seems like this Viscount is going to be unlucky.

Oberwei, the Wolf Baron, noticed the look on Brendel’s face. He smiled slightly and asked, “What’s wrong? It seems like you have history with this person?”

Brendel nodded.

It’s more than just mere history, he still owes me a battle.

“Princess Gryphine didn’t allow the officers to set up a central camp.”

The old knight Leider moved his telescope away from his eye. His crow’s feet s.h.i.+fted as he frowned and asked, “Which army is that?” [T/N Crow’s feet are wrinkles around your eye that usually occur as you get older]