Chapter 536 - v3c313 The Oath and the Sword(2) (1/2)

v3c313 The Oath and the Sword(2)

Rodu’s soldiers were breaking down as the soldiers of the Royal Cavalry Academy forced them to retreat. The Seventh Swordsman Brigade at the fort felt intimidated from looking at the scene, but Rodu’s men could funnel into the fort as it was their last hope for survival.

And they even fought the Seventh Swordsman Brigade. To them, survival was all that mattered, not some chivalrous code of fighting till death. And that instinct turned them into raging battle machines.

And chasing after them were spears of light that devastated the army.

Sir Malocher, Captain of the Seventh Swordsman Brigade, never expected that the princess and her subordinates would have such an overwhelming force.

Not only did they locate Rodu’s army, but they also eliminated them easily.

Sir Malocher’s face went pale as the princess’ forces charged at him. What should I do now? He did not have any experience fighting a war, and could only look at his subordinates for help.

Amidst the heavy rain, a young man wearing the White Lion Armor raised his sword. He stood wordlessly like a statue, the sweat trickling down from his forehead to his cheeks.

“We’ve been found!”

“How?”

“We shouldn’t be thinking about that right now.”

He lifted his head, Let’s change the game then.

Glaring trails of thunder flashed across the skies…

Leider Dulo’s POV

“Balta, you have a good student.” Leider Dulo said as he received the command from the messenger.

Balta shook his head. “The princess is not cunning like her master Oberewei, and Makarov is not as decisive as she is either – meaning there must be an unknown commander amongst them. The Coast Guards have low combat effectiveness, so it seems like Owen is planning to use his overwhelming numbers to defeat the princess.”

“Just like what we did back in Lohns.” the other old man looked towards the direction of the port. He could only see the grey rooftops there. “Like a hunk of meat being ground to smithereens, Auoine’s final drops of blood are being squeezed out..”

“Archbishop, we are not insulting you.” Leider looked at the guest beside him.

The man just smiled. “We made mistakes in the past as well. While tt’s not something we should ignore, the war is coming and I don’t wish to create misunderstandings due to our pasts.”

The old man simply looked at him without saying anything.

“Old Leader…” Balta felt restless.

“Balta, you’re the leader now,” Leider said. “Don’t worry, I won’t punish Owen for this. Victory is the first priority in a war, and he has a good plan; overwhelming the enemy is a strategy as well.”

“The princess might have a hard time now… On this battlefield, the people of Aouine are the victims. And they’re so outstanding too. What a pity…”

Brendel’s POV

The sky was turning bright.

But the war was still trapped in as many shades of darkness as before.

Brendel received a message that the Coast Guards would be changing their battle tactics.

This isn’t a good move from our opponents, especially since their intentions were so obvious. Brendel smirked. The leader of the Coast Guards wants to have a dogfight with me.

Brendel was on the verge of erupting in laughter.

He remembered the wars he fought back in the game: fighting with the armies of Kirrlutz, the countless battles with Madara, and even his clashes with the Miirna.

Unlike those enemies, the Coast Guards were nothing but trash.

And he looked back at his allies.

The Big Three of Aouine: Rouka, Enrique, and Freya – a future Sword Saint, the future Master Strategist, and the future War G.o.ddess. Not only that, there was Bennett, someone who led the Youth Police to fight and win against the One-Eyed Dragon Tagus, and lastly, Mok, the future leader of the Royal Cavalry.

Aouine’s future heroes and rising stars were surrounding him, the same stars who had struggled to save Aouine from its dark history. Although Aouine fell in the end, they were still heroes of great valor.

This time, the enemy was asking for trouble.

The enemies would never have thought that in the coming century when the players joined in the fray, the wars would undergo a drastic change. That would be a dark time where the flames of battle scorched the lands, but also one driven by hopes, geniuses, and innumerable crazy ideas.

And the tactics and stereotypes had changed drastically since then.

“Rouka, Enrique, Freya, Bennett, Mok, they are trying to delay us by fighting us in the streets.” Brendel looked towards the battlefield and laughed. “They want to turn this into a b.l.o.o.d.y mill. I believe all of you didn’t slack off during the strategy cla.s.s?”

Mok looked at him with a cold expression. Brendel’s words were accurate, but weren’t particularly impressive. I could have done much better than him. [TL: what a loser LOL.]

Bennett was the only one quiet. Brendel’s change is really too drastic. He’s changed so much since escaping Bucce. Although I hate to admit this, but he’s no longer the son of the miller that I should look down on anymore.

Even though they were not on bad terms anymore, it did not mean that Bennett liked him.

Among the four of them, only Rouka Van Elvis smiled without a care. He had blonde hair neatly kept in a pony-tail and was wearing the Royal Cavalry Academy’s black uniform. He had the look of a timid newbie on the battlefield. At the same time, he was calm and collected amidst the chaos.

Rouka was the eldest child of the Elvis family, his father being the n.o.ble governing the fief of Elvis. The family had never produced any geniuses before, but Rouka was the one who finally broke the mold.

Back in the game’s history, when Rouka managed to play Duke Seifer like a fiddle, his tactics and gentle personality earned him the nickname ‘the sheathed blade’. Once the blade was unsheathed, it was unstoppable.

However, Rouka died of sickness during the war with the north and could not join the second War of the Black Roses.

His death was considered one of the most unfortunate incidents of Aouine.

Certainly, Brendel would not let this incident happen again. He gathered all these youngsters to his side to prevent tragic accidents in this war, just like Enrique’s death to a stray arrow.

But without going through h.e.l.l, how could they become fine warriors?

Brendel knew this well, and all he could do was to protect them.

“My Lord, this is not good news. There are more Coast Guards than us, and they have geographical advantage. If they are adamant about fighting us in the streets, I don’t think it will be easy to handle.” Enrique said as he rode on his black horse.

He sounds just like Carglise. I remember that the two were so close they could have become sworn brothers. But why did Carglise sound so dull and quiet in the future? The decline of the Kingdom and Rouka’s death must have impacted him greatly. Brendel thought with a bit of pity.

“I don’t think so.” He smiled. “I forgot that I’m here to teach you guys. Hah. In reality, it’s easy to break the Coast Guards just like we did to Rodu.”

“You lie,” Mok concluded immediately.

“Haha, I’m not too sure about that.” Brendel laughed. “Mok, let’s make a bet. If I succeed, you owe me a favor. How does it sound?“

Mok looked at him. “What’s the favor?”

“Be my direct subordinate. How’s that?” Brendel snickered in his mind. Having the Iron Faced leader be my direct subordinate? What a joke. I still remember the troubles he caused me back in the game.

Brendel was a vengeful person indeed.

Failure? I never even considered that an option.

Mok fell silent. He knew that Brendel would not bet without confidence in his victory. But as they say, youth were the boldest, so he accepted the wager. “What if you lose?“

“I’ll be your adjutant general.”

“Mok.” Freya could not help but warn him, as she knew Brendel too well.

However, he only looked at her and replied, “Don’t worry Freya, I won’t trouble him too much.”

“I’m scared it will be the other way round…” The future War G.o.ddess was speechless.

“Okay then, the bet has been made.” Brendel smiled. “Come here, I’ll tell you how to fight this war.”

Freya’s worries turned into reality as Brendel started to speak.

In the next moment, the soldiers of the Royal Cavalry Academy moved in the direction of his sword. Looking down from above, they seemed like an endless number of swords flying along the streets.