The Amber Sword

The final counter-attack plan was quickly adopted-

Freya didn't know how Sister Nimesis and Balta persuaded the nobles. Perhaps it was the confirmation of Archbishop Wood that this was an opportunity. In any case, she finally saved the army's retreat for the time being.

This is the last chance.

In the next twenty minutes, it will determine whether the human coalition can fight against the demons for the next hour of confrontation power. It sounds strange, but here today, the Eruin hope is nothing more.

The heavy rain was filled with a kind of refreshing coldness, as if holding a steel blade.

The Marquis Baltar divided the defenders of the Acropolis of Bruno into two, merged the main force of the White Lion Legion into the non-commissioned students of the King's Knights Academy, and then handed the army under the command of Nimesis.

This was something that Eruin would never happen in the past. The nobles would never give up the army and power in their hands. Their greed made them cling to their own hands like a cold ghost.

But when Balta handed over his command, the chief said to the horsewoman, "I gave you the White Lion Corps, ma'am."

In a simple sentence, the Knightess's face could not help moving. She thought for a moment before taking the white lion's banner without a word.

It's raining a lot. Whether it's the left-behind or the people who are about to rush to the front line, the future is equally slim for them, but such a dangerous situation is so worthless.

The password sounded long, and the gate slowly opened.

At that moment, the battlefield where blood and fire were intertwined seemed to be very real and close to Freya's eyes. The bright flame across the night seemed to bring the distance of the battlefield closer, and the shudder caused by the explosion swept across the area from time to time. The city gate was creaking and quaking.

The back of Sister Nimeisis riding a war horse is not far ahead, just one step ahead of her. There were several familiar faces on the side, with Irving, Beth, and the future of the three Ejeu Carnegies, Enrock, and the older Caglis leading his White Lion Guard.

The gray team rushed out, and the demon quickly discovered the movement of human beings. An army of hellhounds appeared on the battlefield. But Freya looked far into the sky, and then there were traces of wild demons in the sky. The demons are more like coming towards the city of Bunoan. As expected, they want to use the opportunity of the human division to overcome this extension on the battlefield in one fell swoop.

Everyone held their breath.

Nimesis made the horse stand for the last time before ordering the army. The cold horsewoman finally glanced at the Acropolis of Bunoan, and a flag on the low wall of the Acropolis was so prominent in the heavy rain.

The crescent moon above Eruin seemed to have just risen.

Her usual indifferent expression could not help softening.

"Master Sister?" Freya noticed the abnormality of the horsewoman.

Nimesis took a look at her, but did not correct her title: "Freya, someone is demonstrating to us."

"Hey?"

"Let the white lion's battle flag rise, and I'll let him see it. Seven hundred years ago, with the help of the mountain people, the White Lion Army defeated the last Cruz army, seven hundred years later. We can do the same. "

Nimesis answered coldly.

When the Marquis Baltar saw the familiar flag flying in the rain, even though he had been in the army for almost fifty years, his eyes still couldn't help but get a slight heat. He suddenly remembered the first time under this banner, the old army chief personally taught him the glory of the white lion.

That past glory was so bleak at this moment, but it still shone slightly.

It's like Mars from Yu Wenhuan under the ashes.

The Marquis stood in the rain, thinking a lot at that moment.

For the first time, he put on the white lion's armor, the first knight duel, the first ride on horseback, and the first time he sucked the cold air on the battlefield into the lungs. And all kinds of plots and struggles in the future, but every subsequent victory is not as pure as the thrill of defeating the enemy on the battlefield for the first time.

For nearly two centuries. For the first time, the White Lion Legion was glorified not because of victory, but because it guarded something, as if returning to its original purpose.

He sniffed the slightly **** and muddy taste of the wind on the front of the battlefield of Bunuoan, as if returning to the magnificent battlefield, facing the army of the temple behind the wind.

At that time, Lord Juggernaut was still there, and Lord Relder was in command of the White Lion Army. He was just a little knight.

But everything has changed.

Whether it is the flags flying on the battlefield and the coat of arms of the knights, or the faces around them, everything has become different.

"Master Legion. The demons are already attacking."

"I don't need to report this to me, I can see it."

Balta replied that the demons on the field were like red tides, and looking at them all were ugly creatures. The Acropolis of Bruno had a few minutes of breathing after the last attack, but now the demons have discovered human attempts. Ready to take this opportunity to pluck the spike that pierced their throat.

After the division, the strength of the Acropolis has become weaker. But the soldiers who were selected to stay behind had no complaints. Most of them were the older and experienced ones in the White Lion Legion. These people gathered on the city with a generous heart to die, and the silver-gray armor formed a thin layer. People wall.

"The cavemen's slave soldiers were found and expected to enter range after one minute."

"Watch out for the barbarians in the air. Lift the tarpaulin off the crossbow gun—"

"The city head is in place, plugging the gap."

The passwords were passed on, and the soldiers roared hoarsely, as if to exhaust all their strength to shout the last courage.

...

A wave of arrow rain passed over Freya's head, making her and everyone around her shrink her neck.

The Acropolis of Bunoa leads to a avenue for horse-drawn carriages near Medao, but that road was long blown up by demonic spells, and the soldiers had to advance along a river bed across a stone bridge After the bottom, the walls of the village of Medao appeared in view.

Behind the cave lizard shooter can be seen-it is an underground creature that looks a bit like a surface lizard man. However, they have brownish-yellow skin and pale eyes, and they are better able to adapt to fighting in the dark. But more are little devil, from this distance Freya can see their disgusting red skin.

"Knight, there are a bunch of hellhounds behind us." Someone shouted in the storm.

"Leave them alone, tell me if the flag is still there?"

Someone looked back to see the direction of the Acropolis, "Knight, the flag is still there!"

"That's good. Go ahead."

Another wave of arrow rain struck, and a row of soldiers in front of the White Lion Corps fell down in unison. Then three crossbow guns whistled through the crowd, one of which flew past Freya, hitting Beth behind her. The straightforward girl screamed and was towed away from the horse, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Beth!" Freya screamed miserably.

But Nimesis shouted coldly: "Don't worry about her, we may all die here, and move on with the will of the dead, everyone. Don't look back."

The White Lion's battle flag is passing through the entire battlefield.

...

The Marquis Baltar was covered in blood, watching the white lion grow smaller in the rainy night. The old man who once had the White Lion Legion told him that the white lion had its soul. At that time, it promised with his predecessor Ek to turn into a spirit to protect the White Lion Legion. So the soul of the Legion rested on this lion.

Of course, this is just a legend.

The Marquis Baltar never believed in such absurd rumors, but he also had to admit that such a soul does exist in the White Lion Legion. But not on the lion, but on everyone in this legion.

The caveman had been repelled. A corpse was left between the broken walls. They were originally cannon fodder, but unfortunately, many people in the White Lion Army would never sleep in this wave of attacks.

The soldiers on the city watched the cavemen flowing through the ruins like the ebb tide, but behind them many huge figures appeared-hellhounds and barbarians appeared on the battlefield.

The second wave of attacks was just around the corner--

"Be careful heaven."

"Martha is on. This is really endless." Someone muttered to himself while watching the ugly creatures in the darkness. "Will you say that the nobles will come up to support us?"

"You are daydreaming."

There was a deep laughter all over the city. In the laughter, Marquis Baltar wiped his face and asked, "Where is it over there?"

"It seems to have arrived at the intended attack site, sir."

There are ten minutes left. Balta nodded.

What answer can be given in ten minutes?

I'm afraid no one on the entire battlefield could make it clear. Hundreds of cave lizard shooters fired skillfully on a temporary wall built in the village of Medao, with an orange-red mask over their heads, providing magic protection and preventing rain from dampening the longbow.

To be honest, this seems a little redundant to Nimesis-they have no ability to strike at long range. The human race has run out of food, the high-level combat power has been exhausted, and Grey Sword Master Mephistor and the powerful vampire under that guy have led the demon king away from the battlefield. However, there are fewer and fewer Templar knights remaining in the Temple of Fire.

Master Lewoods limited the demon's air force in the sky, but the ability to delay was significantly weakened. More and more barbarians have been added to the battlefield since they were liberated.

Nemesis took out his pocket watch and glanced.

The siege ladder has been set up.

The soldiers in front of the White Lion Army wearing silver-gray armor took the lead in launching the attack. They climbed up the siege ladder and attacked the temporary wall, but the previous attack has been blocked twice. There are tauren behind the city head. And there are a lot of them, human soldiers are just killing them.

She soon realized it.

Time is running out. When the soldiers of the White Lion Legion returned for the third time, Nimesis pulled out his sabre. She glanced back, and Eruin's flag was still above the head of the Acropolis of Bunoa.

But perhaps only Martha knows how long it will last.

"Freya, you follow me. This time I personally led the team to charge, if we can't succeed, let us die on the offensive."

"Master Cavalier ..."

"We have no time."

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(Ps: ==, I fell asleep on the code climbing table yesterday, I made up today, I was wrong. There are two chapters in total, and there is one chapter later.)

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