volume 3 - Chapter 225 – Your sword shall shine for all eternity, Aouine 1 (1/2)

Chapter 225 – Your sword shall s.h.i.+ne 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 h.e.l.l. 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 n.o.bles’ 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—

The knights had pale faces.

“Why are these d.a.m.n things here!” Lord Kruss cursed aloud.

His men were still keeping in formation, but the highlanders were much more fearful of the legend. Several tribes in the rear secretly retreated, while those in the front fell into confusion. The horrific tales they grew up listening to were going to happen to them, and even their bravest warriors started removing their heavy armor in fright, prepared to run away.

The men could only watch the wolves sprint towards their formation. The archers continued to shoot their projectiles at them without any effect as they came closer and closer, and the distance was less than a hundred paces. Lord Kruss was a Gold-ranker, and his eyesight was keen enough to see that the seemingly soft fur bounced off the arrows.

The lord from the Grey Bears region was a cunning opportunist who could not be relied on, therefore he could not be relied on for a.s.sistance.

Lord Kruss could only order his soldiers to advance. He lived in the southern borders long enough to know that humans could not outrun these wolves. Even horses were no different.

The forest air was chilling to the bone, but what was even colder was the chill within their minds, seemingly freezing the soldiers’ ability to breathe. There were only several hundred black wolves, but their speed was so fast that they seemed to move in a blur, giving the illusion that there were infinite numbers. The soldiers’ hands had perspiration and their sword hilts felt slippery.

A figure suddenly dashed out from the trees on horseback.

At first, Lord Kruss thought it was one of his scouts ahead running away from the wolves, but he quickly dispelled the thought. It was a youth who peered at him from afar, but the exchange of stares only made him feel like he was being seen through completely.

“Who are you?” Lord Kruss sensed something was amiss, yelling out to the youth.

“Lord Kruss. Do you still dream of that final moment in the Kantnar battlefield? The glory that you lost there— I’m here to bring it back to you.”

“Silence!” Lord Kruss roared, but his face was drained of color as though a vampire had sucked every drop of blood from him and his hands were trembling: “How…… do…….”

The incident when he abandoned his allies and escaped. He thought no one knew what he did, but the youth in front of him spilled out his deepest secret.

Brendel pursed his lips. In truth, he did not have the intention to mock him as he was simply there to bring back the lost honor he had thrown away.

The wolves behind him gushed out like a tidal wave, charging past Brendel and sprinted towards the soldiers. It was bizarre that the monsters left Brendel and his mount alone, and that outcome made everyone in the vicinity scared.

The black ink smashed into the formation of grey and green colors.

Time seemed to slow down in Lord Kruss’s eyes as he witnessed the lances stabbing into the wolves that were the size of horses. However, the metallic spearheads were also unable to go through the steel-like fur.

Most of these soldiers hired by the n.o.bles were not even close an Iron-ranker. Even if their captains were Iron-rankers, how were they the match for the wolves that had no trouble taking down Silver-rankers? The seemingly impressive defense of an infantry unit comprised of a thousand-odd men was penetrated in an instant and became a pincus.h.i.+on, with cries and screams punctuating the air.

Lord Kruss finally started waking up from the surreal nightmare, hurriedly ordering his knights to fortify the second defense line. The knights were Silver-rankers trained in commanding, and they quickly immediately tried to stabilize the formation with the soldiers.

But the wolves had torn out of a huge chunk out of their formation and their fangs were bared at the Lord Kruss. But the latter did not retreat and simply stared at the impending outcome of the battle.

The knights split up the broken formation and turned it into two wings, eventually discovering that the wolves were much fewer than they thought. After a moment of confusion, the soldiers were directed by the knights to advance and encircle Brendel instead.

[Abandoning your own defense? What a bold decision.]