Chapter 203 - Volume 2
Chapter 148 – Breaking dawn (1)
============= Alistair’s POV ===========
“Rage does not feed our stomachs, boy.” An old mercenary almost did not have the heart to lecture him: “You can bring up the laws of the kingdom all you want, but what use does it have if the sword is mightier than the pen? We have gathered in front of the city gates but they act as if we’re invisible. Why? Because they are not afraid of us in the least.”
“Even if we attacked the city, are we capable of penetrating their defense lines and into the heart of the city? You should stop thinking of the impossible. Don’t forget that bastard has a full army that is no smaller than our numbers.” Another mercenary leader said.
Alistair gritted his teeth and could not think of a way to refute these words, but he tried appealing to their pride.
“Are we not capable of having a full-fledged battle against them, even if for just one day? Yes, we are adventurers and mercenaries, but do we not have the dignity and pride to defend our own? If we throw these away, are we nothing more than barbarians?”
Silence greeted him, as the leaders were still hesitant even after Alistair’s attempt to rouse their anger. No one was willing to bend their knees, but if they chose to fight today, then it was very likely they would have no future standing in this kingdom.
It was a path all too hard to cross.
“What did you want me to listen to,” The youth’s voice was not loud, but the silence in the area allowed them to hear what he said clearly: “Pawn?”
The noble’s eyes saw near darkness. The youth had merely cast a lazy eye at him but he felt like he was stabbed in the chest and could not breathe. He turned his head around to Rothko’s direction, trying to beg for help, but he could not find his presence.
Because of Brendel’s staggering pressure, he had no choice but to stutter: “I….. I want to t-t-tell you, that…… you are t-t-to leave, or…… you will be s-s-shown…… no mercy.”
The mercenaries immediately caused a commotion. They knew the cold-blooded baron will not joke with them. With this threat, many of them wavered in their conviction.
Brendel merely nodded.
“Is that all?” He said.
“T-t-that’s all…..” The noble’s palms were sweaty. Even though the youth before him was far away, he felt that he was going to be cut down any moment.
Brendel nodded again.
“Now, it’s my turn to speak—”
He took a step forward, his left hand raising his sword’s sheath, while his right hand drew out the blade; a vertical silver line seemed to be drawn in thin air—
Except it was not a line but was a sword’s path, and it sliced the air apart in a silver shockwave that expanded from the silver line. Before the air rushed in the fill the void, the city gate was already dented inwards and shattered into dust in an instant. The rippling shockwave continued to travel upwards from the path, tearing apart the stone walls and grinding the rocks into dust—
Brendel’s sword traveled over his head before he took a step back and returned the sword to the sheath, but once he did so, the sword broke into four pieces. The strength of a Gold-tier swordsman had caused the ordinary blade to break!