Chapter 205 - Volume 2
Chapter 150 – Breaking Dawn (3)
The trampling sounds of horses’ hooves shook the cold air in the night.
The loud robes of the nobles’ cavalry fluttered about as they charged out from the corner of an alley. Their lances were lowered at the same time and pointed towards Brendel.
The earth trembled.
Brendel glared at them coldly, raised the silver card to the air before throwing it out in front of him.
[Unicorn Knight, Enter the Battlefield—]
The card flew down in an elegant arc and landed onto the ground.
White light poured forth as magic circles were drawn from the ground. Everyone saw an ethereal gate forming in the air before their very eyes. A female knight wielding a lance on top of a proud unicorn slowly cantered out from the gate and stood in the middle of the street.
Raban scoffed and ignored her by turning his body away. He lunged his greatsword onto the ground with a loud crack. He faced his mercenaries and ordered with a yell: “No undead is to be allowed in the city before the dawn breaks. Anyone who dares to retreat will get his balls busted by me!”
He raised his right fist.
And a wave of weapons raised with determination was their response.
Jana had her smile of victory spread across her face. But when she turned to face her own mercenaries, it was gone and replaced by a chilling expression.
“Men, come with me—” Her voice was like a cold blade.
Raban caught a glimpse of her out from the corners of his eyes. The etiquettes of a knight demanded them to prevent women and children from participating in a battle. He did not refuse her because Jana’s only sister was killed in the slaughter.
All the mercenaries had chosen to be silent on Graudin’s atrocities. Even though their hearts were filled with rage and hatred, they did not choose to walk the bloody path of revenge. But the youth had forced them to march on it and made them choose what was truly in their hearts.
[The dawn breaks only if the first ray of light comes. But where is the ray of light?]
Raban sighed as he cast his gaze on the starry sky.
If the battlefield was a large chessboard, then it was certainly an exciting exchange between Brendel and Graudin.
The nobles’ cavalry were not able to stop Brendel’s advance, but the rear army of crossbowmen quickly set themselves up in an attacking position. They were the core unit for fighting against the monsters at the borders. They wore heavy armor, wielded fortified heavy crossbows, and were well-trained with a good amount of experience behind them. All of them were Iron-ranked marksmen or higher.
[Arm your crossbows, take aim—- Fire!] Their commanding officer shouted.
A hail of black projectiles shot across from their crossbows and onto the frontmost mercenaries. The first line was instantly felled. Cornelius struck away the bolts fired at him with his sword. The death of his men made him pale in anger.
Brendel swung his right arm and his sword unleashed the White Raven Sword Arte and the violent tempest of wind knocked back the bolts onto the wall, protecting Alistair and Sifrid.
The second defense line made by the defending army was starting to deform. Two Silver-ranked knight commanders meted out orders one after another, but they discovered that they were facing against an abnormal Gold-Ranked fighter.
Before them was a true Elven knight.
The Elven princess had centuries of fighting techniques in her arsenal and her battle sense exceeded most men. Her indomitable charge penetrated the defense and met their commanders in combat. The two enemy knights raised their lances and thrust at her, but she skillfully avoided them and knocked them off their horses, before ending their lives with an accurate jab to their throats each.
The crossbowmen quickly realized the differences in the strength between their commanders and the heavily armored Elven knight. There were no obstacles blocking her anymore.
The lance in Medissa’s hands was raised again as she glared at them coldly—
It was a complete defeat for the defending army.