The Guardian of Buenoan is like a guard standing alone on a lonely ground, and its edge is outlined by the lightning falling in the clouds.
This veteran overlooked the battlefield nearing its end. In all directions, the human army retreated from the plain like a tide. The disabled soldiers can only die in the pile of corpses, and the red fireworks on the horizon are like the lingering light in their eyes.
In the wide and narrow vision, the sky and the earth are arc-shaped, and the entire battlefield is a criss-cross ruins. Broken weapons, armors, and tattered flags overlap with the guard’s corpse, forming a peculiar form. The apocalyptic scene.
Even the clouds have turned scarlet, and lightning is like thorns coiling on it, occasionally lighting up the world. It presents its most true and terrifying side to the eyes of the human coalition forces.
From the vicinity of Medao Village to the extreme edge of the forest, there are fleeing defenders everywhere. The heads of people crowded in the gray background are only the most true portrayal of the omen of defeat on this battlefield at this moment, or the last-minute despair. The female knight guarded behind a virgin wall, observing the situation outside through the gaps in the battlements. The demon’s offensive seemed to be launched from the horizon. The red fireball dragged the long tail flames across the entire battlefield, illuminating those on the battlefield. The ugly creature also brightened her eyes.
She pressed one hand on the dark wall, which was covered with cracks and blood stains spreading in the water pattern. The corpses of the non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knights Academy were neatly arranged in a row, as if to maintain their maximum dignity, but in any case, only a lifeless body was left.
No one has ever experienced such a terrible war. Whether it is the son of a farmer, the son of a handicraft or the offspring of a nobleman, or the knights and missionaries of extraordinary origin, the people on the battlefield have completed their battle before death for the first time. Equality, no difference.
Freya even heard someone weeping in a low voice. It was the civilians hiding in the basement under the castle, including women and children-all the men who could play took up their weapons. But it is a pity that perseverance and determination cannot change the situation of the battle. Anyone can smell the meaning of failure in the cold air.
The building will fall.
The female knight clenched her fist with a squeak, and her metal armour was deformed. There is only one name in her heart, and she firmly believes that he can finally lead everyone to find a way out of desperation. When the refugees fled in Ridenburg, it was not the same loss of hope, but he also promised them a miracle.
Brando was so confident at the time that everyone was impressed, including her.
"Can't you just hold on to it a little longer?"
"But... Your Royal Highness, they are still in front, aren't they."
Beth's voice came from behind, and the girl yelled almost angrily. The Royal Knights have paid a heavy price. Everyone who sleeps here is a familiar face in the past. They can accept sacrifices, but they cannot accept that all previous efforts are meaningless.
By comparison, they would rather die here.
No need to taste this suffocating despair.
Her Royal Highness is dead, and Eluin is also on the verge of destruction. Everyone felt the feeling of despair and helplessness in their hearts, as if their hopes and ideals in life had just been established, and they had to face the shattered reality.
It was a feeling of disillusionment.
The tears on Beth's face are proof of this. She almost shouted to her commander, Nimesses, as if to wake up the female knight. Her Royal Highness is still in front. Didn't she notice it
The female knight's face was pale, and she turned her face away, her expression seemed to be painful. Beside her stood Marquis Baltar, the commander of the White Lion Legion. This adult was covered in blood, as if he had just returned from hell.
On the entire battlefield, the Acropolis of Bruno has formed a long and narrow protrusion. Like a sharp blade, the two armies guarding this place are undoubtedly the most dazzling presence on the battlefield today. The non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knights Academy and the young people from Tonigel are firm and honorable, and the White Lion Corps clings to its glory as a soldier.
The two most glorious armies in Eruin's history are fighting side by side here today.
"This is not a gambling, Beth," the Marquis Baltar face stiffened. "We are not gamblers either. We have made the last attempt, but we can't throw all our chips at all."
"Do you use Her Royal Highness as a bargaining chip?" The red-haired girl widened her eyes in disbelief, and stared at the Lord Marquis with hatred. If it weren't for them, where is the kingdom
"Beth, pay attention to your words and deeds." Nimesis couldn't listen to her reprimand.
"Senior Sister Nimesis, but the princess is still in front."
"Call me the knight commander, soldier. That was the choice of the princess, but her original intention was not to let the kingdom be buried with her. This is also her order." Nimesis replied coldly, as if there was no trace of emotion: " The last time has passed, and I must meticulously implement the orders of the princess."
Beth shivered and lowered her head.
Nimesis raised her head and looked at the figure of the female knight on the wall. In her impression, the future Valkyrie Eru had a mild personality and even a little cowardly, just like a girl from the countryside, but until today, she suddenly found that she could not see each other clearly.
"Freya?"
"We still have a chance, Lord Knight, if we counterattack Medao Village and cut off the retreat of the demons, then maybe we can delay for a while, right?" Freya's gaze passed through the entire battlefield, those famous battles in history. One by one appeared in her mind.
Only this moment, this moment she is no longer the naive girl, but the Valkyrie of Eruin. Her thoughts were clearer than ever, as if recalling the time in the Royal Knights Academy.
When everyone was resting, she was the only one who was practicing swordsmanship, just to keep up with the progress of others. When everyone fell asleep, she was the only one reading the famous tactical battles in history, just for the ideal that Brando promised her.
The girl is not smart, let alone a genius, but she also has the most firm belief in her heart. Just for Buche, for this piece of land she loves deeply, she is willing to give up everything.
Such an ideal is so simple, but it cannot be profaned.
She turned her head and looked at Nimesis, as if she wanted to get expectations from the eyes of her senior sister. The protruding Acropolis of Bunoan is like a sharp blade, and the terrain is precarious and precarious, as if everything here will be destroyed at any time. But why not the demons that have been unable to attack for a long time? The protrusions are often only relatively speaking, and they form an extended battlefield like a knife right next to the Acropolis of Bunoan.
This is their only opportunity.
At the moment when everyone thought that the trend was over, the girl stubbornly figured out this-it is theoretically feasible, but the possibility of actual success is very slim. This is a clumsy approach, and everyone understands it.
But Nimesis knew.
Regardless of the success of this plan, it can at least persuade Wood and the nobles in the north to postpone their retreat. This is like the difference between having failed and having a chance. It is meaningless in itself, but it has a different meaning for drowning people.
She and the Marquis glanced at each other, each seeing each other's intentions in each other's eyes. A bold plan, especially one aimed at the enemy, is worse than one aimed at one's own people.
Both fell silent and looked at Freya seriously.
"Do you know what you are talking about, Freya." Nimesis asked calmly.
Freya nodded.
Nimesis looked at her strangely, as if trying to find out what gave her such confidence and made her mature quickly. In fact, war is often a gamble. The more stubborn people are, the more they can hold on to victory, and now girls have such potential in them.
"You know what the consequences are. If the coalition forces are destroyed here, what will be waiting for this kingdom. Do you really understand the consequences of doing this?"
The Marquis of Baltar also stared at Freya.
The girl from Buche was slightly startled, as if she was in a daze. But in the end, she nodded firmly.
Nimesis sighed, and she glanced at Beth on the side. The red-haired girl listened to the conversation of the three of them inexplicably, but a smile finally appeared on the face of the black-haired female knight: "I understand. I approved the plan. Whether it succeeds or fails, the whole plan is up to me. Responsible."
Freya let out a soft "Ah", and she stared at the cold Nimésis--the aura that had just become wiser on her body collapsed in one fell swoop, and turned back to the dazed person from the Buche countryside. Maiden.
"Did you not hear? Don't you hurry up and prepare?" Nimesse asked impatiently, frowning.
"Cocoa..." Freya felt that she must have heard it wrong, she asked incredulously.
"Do you want to be responsible for this?" Nimesis couldn't help being amused. "Soldier, you don't have that power yet. Who do you think you are? Will the priest Wood obey you?"
"But... Your Lord Marquis?" She couldn't help looking at the Marquis Baltar.
The current commander of the White Lion Corps did not answer, but just reached out and wiped his blood-stained forehead, and shook his head. "Do you think you are the only one you are unwilling to do, little girl?"
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
He stared at the sky, with the scarlet flames in his eyes, and murmured. At that moment, Marquis Baltar seemed to have seen the flag, and he smiled slightly.
Eruin may need more than just existence.
There are some more important things.
It is also worthy of people to guard.
With some choices about the future, the White Lion is still wrong after all—