Chapter 614 - v3c378p2 Maynild’s Journey(3)
v3c378p2
Maynild’s Journey(3)
A few minutes later, the southern gate of Fort Bunuo opened.
The remaining White Lion soldiers in the city began to retreat. The Devils’ commander, the Longhorn Devil, immediately noticed this. It certainly could not tolerate these people who had caused it great trouble to escape.
It let out a long cry and the Devil Army immediately surged towards the south gate. It led the army itself, ready to crush these little insects.
However, it rushed down the city wall and went through a few winding alleys, coming to the only square in the city. Here, it saw humans in battle array. It was not just the knights of the White Lion Legion; there were ragged men and even children.
The Longhorn Devil suddenly realized something was wrong.
Sherlock stood among the crowd and raised his sword defiantly.
“I know you’re listening. Fire at me, Victory… Fire at me, Victory!”
The Medusas behind the Minotaurs raised their bows as well.
The two armies collided into each other with a bang.
It was a matter of courage, honor, and simply the desire to survive. The stalemate with the Minotaurs was briefly achieved at great sacrifice, but at the cost of palpable loss.
Freya was at the forefront, her sword was as solid as if it could break through all the obstacles.
Scarlet watched the female knight from the back with some admiration, but it was not this unyielding courage that made her heart beat wildly; it was the unyielding conviction. It was the first time she realized that one could be so determined to the point where they could fight independently without relying on others.
It was something that touched her heart, as she had thought that only the lord was capable of doing so.
But it turned out that even a girl could do it too.
The sight of Freya’s back at that moment felt like a deeply-engraved memory. It was just a mere moment, but it was already enough to deeply imprint itself in her heart.
She was suddenly somewhat willing to pick up her sword for Freya, and to help her open up a path by her side.
……
“Can you win?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Wood, Makarov the cunning fox, and Oberwei were speaking briefly. The Archbishop of the Kirrlutz stood up and the servants immediately pulled his robes on.
“Lord Archbishop?”
“The Aouines are fighting for their fate, and to be blunt, I’ll have to gamble for my fate and my faith,” Wood sighed and replied. “It shames me and disgraces the King of the Holy Cathedral of Fire just to be here watching.”
“But my Lord, the Devils should have kept a hand in the game, and if you make your move now…”
“Now is not the time to think about that,” Wood replied bluntly.
Right at that moment, the door to the cabin suddenly opened. Everyone could not help but frown, Had the people below been so panicked that they had forgotten even basic etiquette?
They looked back, but they saw the somewhat odd face of Count Violet.
“They’re here!”
“Who?”
Scarlet shot down a Minotaur, before suddenly turning back. She grabbed Freya in front of her and furrowed her pretty eyebrows a little.
“Scarlet?”
“There’s something.”
The ground was trembling slightly, and soon, everyone felt such a subtle change. The White Lion Legion soldiers at the back were the first to turn back.
It was still a long time before dawn.
But there was a line of silver light on the southern horizon.
It was not dawn.
Rather, it was a line of undulating, continuous silver armor. Countless horsemen were galloping over the hills, holding their flags high and whirling like the ocean, singing a hymn from the time of the Holy War.
“It’s the cavalry?!”
“Where’s this cavalry from?”
“There are still armies like this in the South?”
Freya frowned. She saw a flag leading this army as they marched forward, singing songs she had never heard before as if they were an army that had just marched out of a myth.
‘The trumpet sounds again, may the clans still not forget the sacred covenant.’
‘Dark plumes cover the sky, but the silvery dawn still rises.’
‘Ancient oaths reverberate through the land, armor still new, swords still ringing.’
‘The Holy One came in response to the oracle, the flames of battle blazing again.’
A sacred lily emblem that was pure as silver shone brightly on the battle flag.
Silver Elves.
They had returned to the land once again……