The Amber Sword

Chapter 225 – Your sword shall shine for all eternity, Aouine (1)

A Direwolf was sprinting at the forefront.

Its fur was black and sharp as steel, eyes glowing as though there were green flames burning in their sockets, and the wolf looked like a creature that was born from hell. Claws gleamed as paws shuffled and dashed madly across the withered leaves on the ground.

The soldiers’ gazes could not catch up with the wolves’ speed, only to see them darting across the hills and valleys. All their fired arrows did not reach the wolves as they seemingly managed to avoid every one of them.

The officers could only watch the monsters come closer and closer. They ordered the soldiers to lower and ready their spears, but the rows of nobles’ private soldiers under the Kruss Region instead moved back.

A wave seemed to oscillate across their formation.

Lord Kruss and his knights wielded their longswords to fight the wolves, but these Wolves of Calamity were ultimately the nightmares that plagued these citizens and their ancestors who lived in the forest for generations.

The shadows that lurked in the forest was the infamous legendary omen that swallowed everything and signified the end of days—

Brendel did not have any sense of urgency when he saw the two unfamiliar faces rushing at him. They were swordsmen who did not even have signs of an Unsealed Element Power, therefore they were low-grade Gold-rankers.

[They are either hired or secretly trained. Either way, it certainly shows how rich the high nobles are.]

The youth raised his sword and swung it at the first charging swordsman, not even bothering to slow down his mount, and instead he timed it so that his blade would meet the opponent’s. It was a swing that had no hesitation, resembling a comet that simply sped forward regardless of the obstacles.

The swordsman from under Count Randner nearly jumped out his armor. He had never seen such an insane rider, completely disregarding his own defense when it was a two versus one scenario.

It was truly an attacked that screamed ‘I shall cut you even if I forfeit my life’.

There was no technique to speak off, but at the same time, it drove Count Randner’s swordsmen crazy with terror. The first swordsman was unwilling to die together with the youth, but the speed at which the horse was charging in was simply too fast and avoiding it was not an option.

He could only swing up his sword to defend himself. It was extremely frustrating in his mind because he was the one who had the initiative, but was overwhelmed by his crazy opponent. The only hope he had was to rely on his partner to exploit the fact that Brendel had no means to guard himself. Since the two of them worked together for many years, it was unlikely that the latter would miss it.

But the outcome that happened was out of his expectations. He saw Brendel strike at his blade and the immense feedback nearly broke his wrist, forcing him to retreat as he shuffled against the ground awkwardly to regain his balance. He cursed inwardly but when he finally got a chance to peek at Brendel, he found the latter already ready with a new meteoric slash.

The swordsman felt his soul leaving his body—