The Amber Sword

The Acropolis of Bunoa is like a solitary guard standing on a solitary ground, and the lightning falling in the clouds outlines its margins.

The veteran overlooked the battlefield nearing its end. In all directions, the human army retreated from the plain like a tide. The disabled soldiers can only die in the corpse pile, the red fireworks in the sky are like the light in their eyes.

In the enlarged and narrow field of vision, the sky and the earth are curved. The entire battlefield is a crisscrossed ruins. Broken weapons, armor, and tattered flags overlap with the guard's body, forming a strange Doom-like scene.

Even the clouds have turned scarlet, and lightning like thorns coiling on it, occasionally lighting up the world. Show its most terrifying side in the eyes of the human coalition.

From the vicinity of the village of Meidao to the edge of the forest, there were escaping defenders. The crowd of people in the gray background was only the most realistic portrayal of the sign of defeat on this battlefield, or the last moment of despair. The female knight stayed behind a female wall and observed the situation outside through the gaps in the battlements. The demon's offensive seemed to be launched from the horizon. Red fireballs dragged a long tail flame across the battlefield and illuminated those on the battlefield. The ugly creature also lightened her eyes.

She pressed her hand against the black rampart wall, which was riddled with cracks and blood stains spreading from the water pattern. The corpses of the non-commissioned officers of the King's Cavaliers College were neatly arranged in a row, as if to maintain their maximum decentness, but in any case, nothing was left of the body.

No one has ever experienced such a terrible war. Whether it was the son of a farmer, the son of a craftsman, or the descendants of a nobleman, or a knight and a missionary of extraordinary origin, they had achieved equality between them for the first time before death, without distinction.

Freya even heard someone crying in a low voice. It was civilians hiding in the basement below the castle, including women and children-all men who could enter the battle took their weapons. Unfortunately, the determination will not change the situation. Anyone can smell the meaning of failure from the cold air.

The building will tip.

The horsewoman squeaked and clenched her fists. The metal armour was deformed. She had only one name in her mind, and she firmly believed that he would eventually lead everyone to find a way out of despair. The refugees had lost hope when they fled in Rittenberg. But he promised them a miracle as well.

Brando was so confident at that time that everyone was convinced, including her.

"Can't you stick with it more?"

"But ... Your Highness Princess is still in front of them, isn't it?"

Beth's voice came behind him. The girl cried almost indignantly. The Knights of the King Li paid a heavy price. Everyone who had been sleeping here was a familiar face in the past. They could accept sacrifice, but they could not accept that all previous efforts were meaningless.

They prefer to die here.

Save the taste of this suffocating despair.

Her Royal Highness died, and Eruin came to the edge of destruction. Everyone felt the feeling of despair and helplessness, as if their hopes and ideals in life had just been established and they had to face the reality of destruction.

It was a feeling of disillusionment.

The tears on Beth's face were such proof, she almost shouted to her commander, Nimesis, as if to make the horsewoman sober. Her Royal Highness is still ahead, doesn't she notice it?

The horsewoman's face was pale, don't look away, it seemed that there was a stab of pain between the looks. Standing next to her was Marquis Balta, the commander of the White Lion Corps, and the adult was bathed in blood. As if just coming back from hell.

Throughout the battlefield, the Acropolis of Bunoa has formed a long and narrow protrusion. Like a sharp blade, the two armies guarding near this place are undoubtedly the most dazzling existence on the battlefield today. The non-commissioned students of King's Cavaliers College and the young people from Tonigel are firm and honored. The White Lion Legion adheres to its glory as a soldier.

These two most glorious troops in the history of Eruin are fighting side by side today.

"This is not gambling, Beth." The Marquis Baltar looked stiff. "We are not gamblers either. We have made our last attempt, but we cannot bet all our chips."

"Do you take Her Royal Highness as a bargaining chip?" The red-haired girl's eyes widened in disbelief, and she stared angrily at the Lord Marquis. If not for them, why is the kingdom here?

"Beth, pay attention to your words and deeds," Nemesis couldn't listen to reprimand.

"Sister Nimesis, but Her Royal Highness is still ahead."

"Call me Captain, Soldier. That was Her Royal Highness' choice, but she didn't mean to let the kingdom be buried with her. It was also her order." Nimesis replied coldly, as if there was no trace of emotion: The last time has passed, and I must scrupulously implement His Royal Highness' order. "

Beth ducked her head down.

Nimesis looked up and looked at the figure of the female knight on the wall. In her impressions, the future Valkyrie was gentle and even cowardly, similar to the girl from the countryside, but until today, she suddenly found that she could not see each other.

"Freya?"

"We still have a chance, Lord Cavalier. If we counter-attack the village of Medao and cut off the devil's retreat, maybe we can delay the time, right?" Freya's eyes passed through the entire battlefield, the famous battle examples in history. One by one came to her mind.

Only this moment, this moment she is no longer that naive girl, but the Valkyrie of Eruin. Her thoughts were clearer than ever, as if recalling the days in the King's Cavaliers Academy.

When everyone was resting, she was the only one who was practicing sword art, just to keep up with the progress of others. When everyone fell asleep, only she was reading those famous tactical warfare examples in history, just for the ideal that Brando promised her.

The girl is not smart, let alone a genius, but she also has the strongest belief in her heart. Just for Butch, for this land she loves, she is willing to give up everything.

Such an ideal is so simple, but it cannot be blasphemed.

She looked back at Nimesis, as if to get the expectation from the eyes of the adult sister. The prominent Acropolis is like a sharp blade, the terrain is swaying and stormy, as if everything here will be destroyed at any time. But the demons that can't be attacked for a long time are not so. The protrusions are often only relatively speaking. They form the same blade-like extended battlefield in the immediate vicinity of the Acropolis.

This is their only opportunity.

At a time when everyone thinks the trend is over, the girl stubbornly finds it out-theoretically feasible, but the probability of actual success is very small. This is a clumsy approach, and everyone understands it.

But Nimesis knew.

Regardless of the success of the plan, it will at least persuade Wood and the nobles of the North to delay the retreat. This is like the difference between failure and first-line opportunity, which is actually meaningless in itself, but it has another meaning for drowning people.

She and the Marquis glanced at each other, and each saw the other's intentions in each other's eyes. A bold plan, especially if it is aimed at the enemy, is better targeted at its own people.

Both were silent and looked at Freya seriously.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Freya?" Nimesis asked calmly.

Freya nodded.

Nemesis looked at her strangely, as if trying to find out what gave her such confidence and made her mature quickly. In fact, war is often a gamble. The more stubborn people are, the more they can hold on to victory, and now girls have such potential.

"You understand what the consequences are. If the coalition is destroyed here, what will be waiting for this kingdom. Do you really understand the consequences of doing so?"

The Marquis Baltar also stared at Freya.

The girl from Butch froze a little, as if out of nowhere. But in the end, she nodded firmly.

Nemesis sighed, and she glanced at Beth aside. The red-haired girl listened to the conversation between the three of them inexplicably, but a smile finally appeared on the face of the black-haired horsewoman: "I see. I approved the plan. Whether the whole plan is a success or a failure, I have full control. Be responsible for."

Freya whispered 'ah', and she stared at the cold Nimesis—the body that had just become a bit savvy just fell apart and changed back to the dull country of Butch Teenage girl.

"Don't you hear that? Don't hurry up to get ready?" Nimeiss frowned, asking impatiently.

"Coco, but ..." Freya thought she must have heard it wrong, she asked incredulously.

"Maybe you want to take responsibility for this?" Nimesis couldn't help but be a little funny, "Soldier, you don't have that power yet. Who do you think you are? Will High Priest Wood obey you?"

"But ... Lord Marquis?" She couldn't help looking at Marquis Baltar.

The current leader of the White Lion Legion did not answer, but just reached out and wiped his **** forehead, shaking his head. "Do you think that you alone are not willing, little girl?"

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

He stared at the sky, his muffled flames against his eyes, and murmured. At that moment the Marquis Baltar seemed to see the flag, and he smiled slightly.

Alluin may need more than just being there.

There are more important things.

It's also worth guarding.

For White Lion, there are some choices that are ultimately wrong--

... (to be continued)! ~!

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