Act 19: The Silver Blade, the White Knight

Magus found that he had suddenly lost the ability to control the situation of the battle, and he had nearly 10,000 undead under his command, but it was useless at all. Ever since he found out that the refugee team had disappeared, it seemed that everything was moving outside of his control, at first Gulob and Diren each lost a squadron, possibly leaving the other party behind the back of the entire army.

With the acuity of the 'dead maggot' Maggot, Maggot 'Maggot' immediately sniffed something unusual from it, and the half-zombie immediately decided that the refugees were heading for his wings, intending to break through the blockade of the undead army from there. So he immediately asked Vesa and Alberton to spread out to the wings, trying to block each other's path as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, less than half an hour after the order was given, the 'Blood Witch' Lydios and Gulob lost their left flank one after another, the team of refugees - no, the mysterious army should be said. Now Brando, in Magus's heart, has risen to the level of Madara's regular army.

In fact, the real regular army of Madara may not have this ability, and according to the decision-making power and combat effectiveness of the army under Brando, it must at least be the strength of the Eruin Forbidden Army. Even Magus almost thought that he had encountered Eruin's Praetorian Army or the Free Cavalry Regiment, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was a big fish in this group of refugees.

But in any case, the tactical intentions of the other side are already very obvious.

This idea is so strong - it wants to break through, they want to break through! The locations where Rhaeus and Gurob's left flank disappeared in such a striking straight line on the map that it was more like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of the undead army.

The half-zombie lord stared at the straight line, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Magus stood tall and threw the bone out of his hand. Its eyes flickered as it stared at the dark forest, where its army was gearing up, but whether its judgment must be correct, Magus did not dare to confirm this time.

Who are they?

Who are their commanders?

When did Erouin have such a commander?

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The wind at night is like cold hands caressing between the gorges, the rocks and valleys reflect a layer of cold light, and the trees are shaking, as if responding to the rustling sound of the waves on the mountain.

The cavalry rushed through the valley like a rushing stream.

The earth roared.

Brando appeared before everyone with his sword aloft, and the ghostly light from the elven sword continued to form an undulating light in the darkness, like a silver banner - and for everyone else, it was the victory that the young man had brought them.

The riders have been wholeheartedly convinced, and if one day they want to believe in a myth, it must be that the king can really be invincible.

Some of them were veterans of the late November War, some had survived the Battle of Kagetsu, some had experienced the rout of the Karasu Plateau, but Eruin had failed them time and time again. It was as if the country had sunk, the will of the past had been buried under history, and under the dust, the glory of the past no longer belonged to them.

So they fought for money and became mercenaries, their fate was to chase bounties and treasures, and they had abandoned the honor and faith of their warriors.

But there is not a single serviceman who does not desire victory.

Even if he is a veteran who has experienced countless wars, it is the same.

Today Brando asked them to pick up from the earth the flags that had been trampled a thousand times, and he told them that you could still achieve a glorious victory. Even if you are like a knight, just fighting for the right of others to live, just fighting for your own right to live - as long as you follow him, victory, it is so easy.

It's so exciting.

They moved forward, and Sassar's squadron collapsed! They moved forward, and Gulob's squadron collapsed! They moved forward, and the left wing of Redios disappeared invisibly! And when they went on, Gulob's army vanished.

What is the army of Madara? The undead who don't know fear are so vulnerable. Those terrible armies made even the regular legions of Eruin tremble before them, but they also turned and scattered before them.

For a moment, the knights were even convinced that their name was invincible.

Brando pointed his sword forward—

The cavalry immediately shouted long live, forming a black torrent and rolling forward. As if no one knew tiredness, so did the horses, and even the enthusiasm of the self-defense regiments behind was fully mobilized, and they were left with only one thought, forward, and constantly forward.

Accelerate, keep accelerating.

No one had the energy to think about anything else, and it was as if all their energy was being spent on generating adrenaline, their pupils dilated and they breathed exhaustedly, as if they had spent their last lives on the possible enemy and dragged it to hell.

To hell with what Madara!

Even if the people are sleepy and the horses are lacking, these warriors must at least get that final victory. They looked up, as if they could see the young man's sword pointing forward, leading an open door.

Behind that door, there is a way to a miracle.

Brando finally saw another undead army in front of him, and he was convinced that he had broken into the second and third layers of defense again, so this had entered the area of Alberton or Vesa?

Or 'dead maggot' Maggot?

He saw a skeleton of white bones turning on the riverbank, and there were so many of them, far more than he had ever encountered before. Brando's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had already seen that there were at least two or more teams of black knights beside the opposing commander.

Column Commander!

Brando knew that he had caught a big fish this time, but it was still a question of whether he could eat it. But Brando knew that he had to eat, and he had to eat, and at this time he could not retreat, and there was no way back, only one thought remained.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

He raised his sword, the tip of the elven sword almost dazzlingly bright. The sound of the wind surrounded his ears, and he could hear nothing but the sound of the wind and the wind, and could only shout almost lifelessly:

"Cavalry, attack with me!"

"Attack!"

There were only forty-nine people, but the response was like a tsunami; When the rumbling sound of horses' hooves reverberated throughout the valley, it was as if heaven and earth had joined forces and everyone had become one.

'White Knight' Alberton's face changed in an instant.

Like Magus, it had been speculating about who the human commander was, and the sequence in which the mysterious army belonged to Eruin. But it didn't expect that it would meet the other party in such a situation.

When it turned its head and watched the rampaging cavalry through its white helmet with a pair of eyes burning with frost-colored flames, it almost thought it had returned to the era when classical chivalry shone brightly.

The 'White Knight' lost his mind almost instantaneously. It remembered how many years ago, on the Golden Flower Plateau, the pride of mankind, the cavalry of the Eagle Cruz Empire, and those proud knights did not bother to use tactics at all. They just need to charge, charge, and charge again and again to achieve victory.

Because there is no such proud and honorable army in this world, as if each of them will die on the way to the constant charge.

Their lives are for that moment of burning—dazzling brilliance.

In the face of an army that regards death as the highest honor, a qiē combat strength is pale. The resistance seemed so weak and pointless that Alberton found his mind loosen a little, and he almost thought he had returned to a hundred years ago.

Its distraction caused it to miss its best moment to react, and when Alberton suddenly realized that he should turn his men's skeletons around, it was too late.

Brando's elven sword was in his hand, and he rushed straight like the spike of such a team of wonder soldiers—a silver thread that guided all the king's knights forward.

Yes, in his eyes, the skeletons were slowly turning, but it was too late, too slow, too slow!

"Corpse witch—!" Alberton drew his sword with a thud, almost letting out a scream from his heart.

Ten corpses raised their bone staff at the same time.

A dark storm suddenly appeared in front of the army of the undead. When the storm was generated, the earth shattered, and the sharp rocks flew upward, turning into powder in an instant, and the branches on both sides turned into black smoke in an instant, screaming into the sky.

Alberton the 'White Knight' couldn't help but hold his breath, he was almost unsure if what he had seen earlier was a hallucination, but how could Eruin see such a cavalry now? But then, the pale knight remembered that he had been breathing for a long time......

It sighed.

But in the next moment, the frost-colored flames burning in its eye sockets froze in an instant. It couldn't help but open its mouth slightly, watching as the young man raised his right hand and took the lead from the dark storm.

He raised his hand, a transparent blue circle in his hand shining slightly.

Although the dark storm of negative spirits blew his hair backwards, he raised his hand high, and the storm immediately turned.

He went forward, and so did the storm.

It was like at that moment, Brando was the king of the storm. When he struggled to shout word by word, "Energy drains—"

The storm suddenly turned.

The skeleton soldiers in the front row fell in rows, and the skeleton in the back tried to raise their spears, and then they were hit head-on by their own companions, and they also fell in rows.

But Brando is also at the end of his crossbow.

But the next moment they saw the young man's horse fall.

Not only these undead creatures, but everyone on the battlefield saw Brando fall from his horse. At that moment, it was as if the whole valley was silent, and those human refugees couldn't help but stare at the back and stop their movements.

Freya was tightening her reins and urging the Self-Defense Group to speed up, but when she turned around, she happened to see this scene and couldn't help but cover her mouth and couldn't make a sound.

The merchant's face finally changed, and she couldn't help but pick up her skirt and run forward.

Leto, Mano, Bartom, Fronta, and Ulliel couldn't help but let go of the reins on their hands, and they realized that even the young man's words would fall?

But Brando had already adjusted his posture the moment he fell off the horse, and he was just waiting for an opportunity.

Charge, start.

As soon as his feet landed, the whole person turned around in mid-air and shot out like an arrow off the string. He forward, sword forward, a silver thread.

Everybody saw the striking silver thread --

Symbolizes miracles.

After the silver thread, the twelve skeleton soldiers split in half. Brando landed surrounded by countless undead, his sword still raised high.

He saw the tall, white undead knight.

I also saw the frost flame burning in the other party's eyes.

It turned out to be you, the 'White Knight' Alberton, the former hero of Eruin. Brando looked at the other party, the elven sword was slightly off, and the glowing blade had been pressed up by a wind.

"Your path ends here, young man!" Alberton looked at him and took Brando's sword with a single sword.

Silver strength, Brando borrowed his strength and immediately withdrew.

It's a bit tricky.

He couldn't help but think—

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