The Amber Sword

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The Abyss(8)

At the same moment when Brendel and his men were being attacked, the defense line which the Kirrlutz were in charge of was pelted with rain and darkness, Sir Hawthorne was riding through the woodlands on his Battle Dragon with the monk soldiers. “Damn it.” He cursed quietly. “How can these Aouine people even stand this weather, experiencing it once is already enough for us!” The monk soldiers laughed softly, Hawthorne who was from the warm northern foothills of the Kirrlutz Manoran Mountains found the damp and coldness of this time of the year in Ampere Seale very uncomfortable.

The Battle Drake beneath the saddle stood upright at over three meters tall and the iron armor on its body weighed half a ton. It was the most common mount for heavy cavalrymen of this era. The ground seemed to tremble slightly with each step it took, leaving a mud print that was several inches deep in the muddy woodland.

(Missing sentences, should double check) After the fleet stopped attacking, it was attacked by strange creatures on its way back. But the Dragon Cavalry of Aouine’s Northern Coalition Army did not find a trace of this frigate in the relevant air route, so they sent out their ground troops.

Hawthorne would bet that the frigate had crashed, and the wreckage of a burning battleship did appear before the line of men who were walking through the forest. The once formidable war machine was now only a wreckage with broken masts and wind sails scattered all over the place, a number of ropes hanging on the nearby tree branches.

This is the frigate that was reported to have been attacked and had crashed. What a massive thing. Hawthorne could not help but think.

“Oh my god, it’s the Bull Shark!” Someone recognized the frigate and shouted in surprise, “Who on earth damaged it like this.”

“I think we’ll find out real soon.” Sir Hawthorne suddenly raised his head and drew his longsword, “There are enemies, let’s prepare for battle.”

“What is he trying to do?” Makarov raised his eyebrows, looking sharply at the young wizard.

What is he trying to do.

Wood wanted to know too. The Devils had already launched an attack at the Bunuo area. To put it nicely, the Northern Coalition was retreating, but it was actually nothing more than a precursor to defeat. This was an army that had been defeated in the first place and had long lost its morale. It was the Holy Cathedral of Fire that was holding their ground, but they were also suffering greatly under the attack of the Doomsday Spell.

The Konolia fleet was nearly wiped out almost immediately and Naval Admiral Sir Robbins had sunk along with Perlan while the White Winged Cavalry suffered a loss of half their men. A large number of high-ranking Devils had appeared in the camp, and what was even worse was that the army of Jorgendy Ridge had joined forces with the Devils.

The earliest discovery of this information was a stone statue of a group of the Northern Coalition Army mountain infantry recovered by a scout cavalry from the battlefield. It was clearly not a sculpture but a masterpiece of Medusa.

“The Kirrlutz can last three hours at most. After a while, we will lose our last fighter. And you should know what the Northern Coalition Army is like.” A Paladin said to the young wizard in front of him, “We need back up.”

Wood actually knew that the other party was Ciel, the genius young wizard of the Peloche family.

“We can back you up, in fact our army is already on its way. But even with that, we still would not be able to withstand the Devils’ attack. You know our situation,” Ciel answered.

The Paladin fell silent.

“So how much longer can we hold on?” Wood asked.

“A day at most.”

“Can we still open another Door of Flame and ask the Holy Cathedral of Fire for support?” Ciel asked.

“It is impossible, we don’t have enough materials.” A Paladin rebutted, “Constructing a portal is not an easy thing to do.”

Wood was silent for a moment, “So what does your Lord have to say about that?”

Ciel nodded, “In that case, we may have one more opportunity.”

“An opportunity?”

……

Brendel struggled and finally led the remaining twelve knights of Anthony out of the dark fog. By the time they got a better view of their surroundings, they found themselves in a valley in the north. The valley was foggy and rain drizzled. Ahead was a forest clearing where a group of Arreck horses grazed. If they were not mistaken, these were the battle horses they had previously lost.

Count Audine and the Princess who were beside him were surprised by this strange scene.

“Heavens, what is going on here?” The knights marveled.

Although the princess did not ask, she looked at Brendel, puzzled. Since Brendel was able to lead them in getting rid of those Eagle Demons and out of the dark fog, she felt that he should know the answers to every mystery.

Brendel was actually also looking around carefully. The entire valley was shrouded with the sound of falling rain, and the surroundings did not look a lot different from the rest of the Arreck Mountains, but a feeling rose in his heart.

“May I ask who was the one who offered to help?” He asked.

Everyone saw a crooked old lady in black robes walking out of the forest. She saw Brendel and bowed respectfully, her trembling movement made everyone think that she might fall at any second.

Brendel however was shocked. “Ah, it’s you!” He recognized this old woman with wrinkles as the same old witch he had blackmailed in Fortress Riedon before, Babasha. He had never thought that they would run into each other here.