The Amber Sword: Act 376 Ride of the Valkyrie (Part 1)

Brunoan citadel is like a guard standing alone on a solitary ground. The lightning falling in the clouds outlines its margins.

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

In the wide and narrow field of vision, heaven and earth are curved. The entire battlefield is a crisscross of ruins. Broken weapons, armor, and tattered flags overlap with the guard's body. , Forming a strange Judgment Day-like scene.

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

From the vicinity of the village of Medao to the edge of the forest, there are runaway defenders everywhere. On the one hand, the throbbing human head is only the most realistic portrayal of the sign of defeat on this battlefield, or the last moment Despair. Female Knight is behind a maiden's wall and observes the situation outside through the gaps in the battlements. The demon's offensive seems to be launched from the horizon. The red fireball drags a long tail flame across the battlefield, illuminating those ugly on the battlefield. creature also brightened her eyes.

Her hand rested on the black rampart's wall, and the wall was covered with cracks and blood stains spreading from the water pattern. The bodies of NCO student of Royal Knight Academy are neatly arranged in a row, as if to maintain their maximum decentness, but in any case, there is only a dead body.

No one has ever experienced such a terrible war. Whether it is the son of a farmer, the son of a craftsman or the descendants of noble or the extraordinary origins of Knight and the missionary, they have achieved equality between them for the first time before death, without distinction.

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

The building will fall.

Female Knight squeaked and clenched his fists. The gauntlet of the metal is all deformed. She has only one name in her heart, and she firmly believes that he will eventually lead everyone to find a way out of despair. When the refugees fled in Rydenburg, they were all hopeless. But he promised them a miracle as well.

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

"Can't could it be that insist more?"

"But ... Her Highness the Princess, they're still in front, aren't they?"

The voice of Beth came from behind. The girl cried almost sadly. Royal Academy Knights paid a heavy price. Everyone who has been sleeping here is a familiar face in the past. They can accept sacrifice, but they cannot accept that all previous efforts are meaningless.

They would rather die here than fight.

Save the taste of this suffocating despair.

Her Highness the Princess is dead, and Aouine has reached the edge of destruction. Everyone feels 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 are such proof, she almost shouted to one's own Commander -- Nemesis, as if to make this Female Knight sober. Her Highness the Princess is still ahead. Did she not notice could it be that?

Female Knight's face is pale, don't look away, there seems to be a pain in the face. Standing beside her was Commander Marquis of Balta of White Lion Legion, and the adult was bathing in blood. As if just returned from Hell.

Brunoan citadel already forms a long and narrow protrusion on the entire battlefield. Like a sharp blade, the two armies guarding this area are undoubtedly the most dazzling existence on the battlefield today. Royal Knight Academy's NCO student and youngsters from Trentheim are firm and honored. White Lion Legion sticks to its glory as soldier.

The two most glorious troops in the history of Aouine are fighting side by side today.

"This is not gambling, Beth." Marquis of Balta is stiff, "We are not gamblers, we already made the last attempt, but we can not bet all the chips."

"You use Her Highness the Princess as a bargaining chip?" The red-haired girl widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at the Lord Marquis with hatred. If not for them, why is the kingdom here?

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

"Nemesis upperclasswoman, but Her Highness the Princess is still ahead."

"Call me Knight Captain, soldier. That's Her Highness the Princess's choice, but she didn't mean to let the kingdom be buried with her, it was also her order." Nemesis coldly replied, as if there was no trace of emotion: "The last time has passed, I must Carry out Her Highness the Princess's orders meticulously. "

Beth bowed his head.

Nemesis raises head, looking at the figure of Female Knight on the city wall. In her impression, the Aouine's future Valkyrie character is mild and even a little timid, the same as the girl from the countryside, but to this day, she suddenly finds that she can't see each other.

"Freya?"

"We still have a chance, Lord Knight Captain. If we counterattack 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, and the famous battle examples one by one appeared in history. She was thinking.

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

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

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

This ideal is so simple, but it cannot be blasphemed.

She looked back at Nemesis, as if to get expectations from the eyes of this one's own Dame Upperclasswoman. The prominent Brunoan citadel is like a sharp blade, the terrain is tossed about by wind and rain, as if everything here will be destroyed at any time. But why aren't the demons that can't be attacked for a long time? The protrusions are usually only relatively speaking. They form the same extended battlefield as the blade next to Brunoan citadel.

This is their only chance.

When everyone thinks that the trend is over, the girls are stubbornly finding out that -- is theoretically feasible, but the probability of actual success is very small. This is a clumsy approach, and everyone understands it.

But Nemesis knows.

Regardless of the success of this plan, it can at least persuade Wood and the northern nobles to delay the retreat. This is like the difference between already failure and a chance. It is actually meaningless in itself, but it has another meaning for drowning people.

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

Both of them were silent and looked at Freya seriously.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Freya?" Nemesis 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 already has such potential in girls.

"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 this?"

Marquis of Balta is also staring at Freya.

The girl from Bucce's froze slightly, as if out of nowhere. But in the end, she nodded firmly.

Nemesis sighed, she glanced at Beth. 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 Female Knight: "I understand, I approved the plan, and whether it is a success or a failure, the entire plan is my responsibility. . "

Freya gave a slight ‘ah', and she stared at the cold Nemesis --. The Aura, which had just become a bit savvy, collapsed and turned back to the dull girl from the Bucce countryside.

"Don't you hear that? Not ready yet?" Nemesis frowned and asked impatiently.

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

"Must you be responsible for this?" Nemesis couldn't help but be a little funny, "Soldier, you don't have that power yet. Who do you think you are? Will Deacon Wood obey you?"

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

White Lion Legion's current Army Commander didn't answer, but just reached out and wiped his **** forehead, shaking his head. "Do you think that you alone are unwilling, little girl?"

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

He gazed at the sky, his eyes murmured against the red fire. At that moment Marquis of Balta seemed to see the flag, and he smiled slightly.

Aouine may not only need existence.

There is something more important.

It is also worth guarding.

For White Lion, there are some options, after all, it is still wrong --

... (to be continued)! ~!

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