Chapter 612 - v3c377 Maynild’s Journey(2) (1/2)

v3c377

Maynild’s Journey(2)

The final counter-plan was quickly adopted.

Freya wondered how Senior Maynild and Balta had convinced the n.o.bles. Perhaps Archbishop Wood just thought of it as an opportunity. In any case, she had finally managed to maintain the army’s retreating pace for the time being.

This was the last chance.

The next 20 minutes would determine whether or not the coalition of human armies would be able to fight the Devils to confront them for an hour, which sounded unimaginable. However, that was what the people of Aouine were hoping for.

There was a refres.h.i.+ng coldness in the heavy rain as if a steel blade was affixed to it.

Marquis Balta split the garrison of the Fort Bunio in two and merged the main force of the White Lion Legion with the students of the Royal Cavalry Academy. Then, he placed this army under Maynild.

This was something that would never have happened in Aouine in the past. The n.o.bles never gave up their armies and power, as their greed made them cling to what they had like eerie spirits.

However, as Balta handed over the commander’s role, the captain of this army told the female knight, “I will leave the White Lion Legion in your hands, Lady.”

These simple words softened the stiff female knight, who pondered a little before taking the White Lion’s battle flag.

It was raining heavily. The future of those who stayed behind and those who were about to go to the front was equally uncertain, but such a dangerous situation was really unremarkable.

The commands echoed loudly, and the gates slowly opened.

At that moment, the battlefield of blood and fire seemed especially real and close in Freya’s eyes. The bright flames that cut through the night seemed to draw the battlefield closer, while the tremors from the explosions swept over the entire area from time to time. She also saw the city gates creaking and shaking with her own eyes.

The back view of Maynild on her warhorse was not far ahead of her. She was just a few steps ahead, in fact. There were a few familiar faces lined up on the side, including Owen, Bessie, and the future Aouine trio, Carlo, Enrique, and Carglise. The three of them, who were older, were leading his White Lion Battalion.

As the groups came out one by one, the Devils soon spotted the humans and an army of h.e.l.lhounds appeared on the battlefield. However, Freya’s extreme vision spotted the Barbarian Devils in the sky again, while the Devils were more likely to be heading for Fort Bunuo. Just as expected, they wanted to take advantage of the human division to attack this extension of the battlefield.

Everyone held their breath.

Maynild halted the horses one last time before she ordered the army to march on. The cold female knight took one last look at Fort Bunuo. A flag on its low walls was really prominent in the heavy rain.

The crescent moon in Aouine’s sky seemed like it had just risen.

Her usually emotionless face looked softer than ever.

“Senior?” Freya noticed the antics of the female knight.

Maynild looked at her without correcting the way she addressed her. “Freya, someone is demonstrating their objection against us.”

“Eh?”

“Let someone raise the White Lion’s battle flag, and I’ll show them. Seven hundred years ago, the White Lion Legion crushed the last of the Kirrlutz armies here with the help of the mountain men. Seven hundred years later, we are also capable of doing so,” Maynild replied coldly.

When Marquis Balta saw the familiar flag waving in the rain, even though he had been a soldier for almost 50 years, he still felt his eyes burning. He suddenly remembered the first time he had seen this flag, when the old army chief himself had taught him the glory of the White Lion.

That past glory was really dim at this moment but it was still s.h.i.+ning slightly.

It was like a spark bursting from the residual heat beneath the ashes.

The Marquis stood in the rain and thought a lot about the first time he had put on the armor of a White Lion, his first knight’s duel, the first time he had ridden on horseback, the first time he had inhaled the chilly air of the battlefield into his lungs, and all the intrigue and struggle that had followed. Unfortunately, each subsequent victory was never as purely pleasurable as his first victory over an enemy on the battlefield.

For the first time in nearly two centuries, the White Lion Legion was not glorified for winning but for guarding something. It felt like a return to what it had been founded for.

He smelled the slightly b.l.o.o.d.y, mingled earthy scent of the wind on the frontal battlefield of Bunuo, as if he was back on top of that magnificent battlefield, facing the army of the Holy Cathedral of Wind.

Back then, Lord Sword Saint had still been around, Lord Leider had still been in command of the White Lion Legion, and he had still been just an insignificant knight.

Unfortunately, everything had changed.

Everything was now different, including the fluttering flags, the knights’ coat of arms on the battlefield, and the faces around them.

“Commander, the Devils have begun to attack.”

“I don’t have to be notified of such things. I can see them.”

Balta replied, “The wilderness is like a red tide of Devils, and as far as the eye can see, it is densely populated with those ugly creatures. Fort Bunuo had a few minutes of respite after the last attack, but now the Devils have discovered the humans’ intentions and are preparing to turn the tables.”

The Fort military had become even weaker after the division, but the soldiers who had chosen to stay behind had no complaints. Most of them were among the oldest and most seasoned groups of the White Lion Legion, and these men carried their determination to battle and gathered at the head of the city, their silver-gray armor forming a thin wall.

“Caveman slave soldiers spotted. Expect to be in range in one minute.”

“Watch out for Barbarian Devils in the air and lift the waterproof cloth off the crossbow—”

“Those at the head of the city, gather together and block the gaps.”

The commands were pa.s.sed down one by one, and the orderlies roared hoa.r.s.ely as if they were trying to scream out their last bit of courage with all their strength.