Magus found himself suddenly losing his ability to control the battlefield. Although he had nearly ten thousand undead under his command, they were of no use. Since he discovered that the refugee team had lost its trace, it seemed everything was developing beyond his control. Initially, Gulob and Diren each lost a squad, possibly allowing the opponent to circle around to the back of the entire army.
As a ’Dead Maggot’, Magus’s keen senses immediately detected something unusual. This Half Zombie immediately concluded that those refugees were heading toward his flank, intending to break through the undead army’s blockade from there. So he immediately ordered Weisa and Albton to spread out to the flanks, trying to block the opponent’s path ahead of time.
But less than half an hour after the orders were given, ’Blood Witch’ Leidios and Gulob lost their left flank one after another. That refugee team—no, it should be called that mysterious army. Now Brand had risen to the level of Madara’s regular army in Magus’s mind.
In fact, true regular Madara forces probably wouldn’t have this capability. Judging by the decisiveness and combat effectiveness of Brand’s army, it at least had to be at the strength of Erune’s Forbidden Army. Even Magus almost couldn’t help but think he had encountered Erune’s Forbidden Army or Free Cavalry Corps, wondering if there was a Big Fish among these refugees.
But no matter what, the opponent’s tactical intent was already very clear.
This intent was so intense—it wanted to break through, they wanted to break through! The positions where Leidios and Gulob’s left flank disappeared one after another formed such a conspicuous straight line on the map, more like a sharp sword, directly piercing the heart of the undead army.
This Half Zombie Lord stared at that straight line, feeling a surge of coldness in his heart.
Magus stood tall, throwing the bone in his hand away. He stared at the dark forest where his army was readying for action, but was his judgment necessarily correct? This time, Magus couldn’t be sure.
Who exactly are they?
Who’s their Commander?
When did Erune have such a Commander?
The night wind was like cold hands sweeping through the gorge, reflecting a layer of cold light from rocks and streams. Trees rustled, responding to the sound of ocean waves on the mountain tops.
The cavalry surged through the valley like a torrent—
The earth thunderously roared.
Brand appeared before everyone, raising his longsword high. The ghostly glow emitted by the Elf Sword formed a continually undulating light pattern in the darkness, like a silver banner—To the others, this banner symbolized the victory the young man had brought them.
The riders had wholeheartedly pledged their allegiance. If they were to believe in a myth one day, it would be that the king truly could be invincible.
Some of them were veterans from the end of the November War, some had survived the Flower Moon War, and some had endured the defeat at the Karasu Plateau. But Erune had repeatedly let them down. It seemed that this country had already sunk, the past will buried under history and dust, the former glory no longer belonged to them.
Thus, they fought for money, becoming mercenaries. Their destiny was to chase bounties and treasures, abandoning the honor and faith of warriors.
But no soldier does not yearn for victory.
Even a battle-scarred old veteran is the same.
Today, Brand made them pick up those trampled flags from the ground again and told them they could still achieve glorious victory. Even if it was just like a knight, fighting solely for the right to survive, for their own right to survive—As long as they followed him, victory was so within reach.
Such an exhilarating moment.
They moved forward, Sasar’s squad collapsed! They moved forward, Gulob’s squad collapsed! They moved forward again, Leidios’s left flank disappeared into nothingness! They moved forward again, Gulob’s army vanished into thin air—
What are Madara’s army worth? The fearless undead were equally vulnerable. These terrifying armies could even make Erune’s regular corps tremble before them, but turned around and scattered before these riders.
At that moment, the knights firmly believed their name was invincible.