This was originally the largest of the several wool trading markets located east of Ampelsel Port, but the previous battles reduced it to ruins. There were many broken soldiers gathered between the ruins, and the harbor guards and noble private soldiers were gathering

There was a lot of noise, but the White Lions looked on with cold eyes.

"Your Majesty, the Temple will not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries. This is not out of arrogance, but precisely because the Temple does not want to be influenced by secular power. This principle is clearly stipulated in the Holy Scriptures and the Holy Covenant. I think

You should be able to understand this."

Count Vitokin straightened his helmet, and his attendants put on the battle armor. However, his beard and hair were burnt, which damaged his majestic appearance and looked a bit funny. He and Archduke Sifah escaped from Ander in the crowd.

The injuries on his body were also caused when he walked through the fire field in the Great Temple of Fule. When he turned the armor leaves on his arms, he felt a sharp stab of pain that made him grin.

"But respected priests, isn't it one of your top priorities to punish evil? What's more, the other party is an evil heretic and an enemy of mankind who promotes chaos."

"It's natural. The Temple will not sit back and watch our country fall into misery and ignore it." The voice replied with some humor.

But the physical pain is not as good as the sting of the soul. The power from the "extreme realm" shocks people's hearts. In order to suppress the flames of sin, the Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles pulled Meros into the Gray Wilderness, but in the end

That look made everyone present feel cold in their hearts.

All royal power and title are in vain in the face of real power. The temple is high, but it still has to bow before the ultimate law. Vitokin glanced at his pale palms, which were still trembling slightly.

He raised his head and glanced not far away. Nicholas, the famous swordsman of Archduke Sifah, was negotiating in the temple at the instruction of his master:

"Then I would like to ask on behalf of the Duke, what are you going to do?"

"Let's put it this way, we are here at the invitation of Eruin's new royal family to arrest the Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles. This man once killed the top people in the temple and is a vicious desperado. In addition, we are also here to welcome the return of Saint Mephistopheles.

The sacred relic that has been lost for many years in the palace. The sacred relic of His Majesty Geert, the King of Fire. The fragments of the holy sword Odysseus..."

The priest in the priest's robe talked a lot, and the general meaning was: We will help you deal with the Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles and fight against the 'cultists', but you can handle your own domestic affairs.

He was a typical Cruz man, with his chin raised and a high-spirited look, as if you country bumpkins should be grateful for this. Grand Duke Sifah said nothing, his face was terrifyingly gloomy, but he did not dare to make an attack.

As early as after Obergu VI, the nobles of Eruin gradually degenerated. It even made people forget that Eruin had actually had an extremely high level of masters; the former king Ek himself was a generation of sages.

During the Restoration Era, it is said that there were two sword masters in Eruin who were in the extreme realm, and the chief palace wizard was the famous Tulaman. However, after that, the glory was gone forever.

Flame-haired Nicholas also had a grim look on his face, "So what if those cultists are mixing with Her Highness the Princess?"

The priest pondered for a moment: "Master Wood said, we can build a temporary teleportation array for you. Let you deliver the Black Blade Legion to the battlefield... This is already the limit. We will build a teleportation array here.

, there will be one less teleportation array in the Holy War in the future. You must know that even in Cruz, such a teleportation array is only used to teleport elite legions... As for such a third-rate legion, to be honest, it is a bit wasteful, but for the sake of our allies, we

It’s also expendable…”

Nicholas's face was so dark that he was frightening. He interrupted: "I understand. Thank you for the support of the temple. But I don't know when the temple plans to take action?"

"We'll be there soon. The temple's methods are unimaginable to ordinary people," the priest opened his arms and replied with admiration: "Everyone, just wait and see the show. Oh, we're already here -"

Suddenly, the quarrels on the ruins stopped in unison. The monks of the Temple of Fire, who were wearing red robes among the ruins of the broken wall, all raised their heads. In the mid-air space within their sights, there was space.

It opened up from both sides, creating pure white ripples.

In the center of the ripples, the extremely complex and mysterious threads of law are opening doors of light.

The wind above the ruins stopped in an instant.

A total of twelve light gates were suspended in mid-air, and then a three-layered array extended from the light gates; along with flying white characters, twenty mysterious figures wearing gold-red robes and silver masks.

People step out from it.

Each person holds a long sword shaped like a flame.

If Brando were here, he would definitely recognize these Templar Knights from the Temple of Arbitration; this is one of the most special formations of the Temple of Fire, and each of these knights is personally trained by a real Knight of the Flame.

, their true combat effectiveness is often far superior to that of most powerful men of the same level.

The most critical thing is that they often have only one mission, and that is the heresy trial.

Count Vitokin raised his head and looked at these Templar knights——

Space spells... This is the highest forbidden spell that the Temple of Fire claims to lead to the Infinite Land. These spells that were born in the War of the Saints are now the top secrets of the major temples, and they are also the only ones left in Warnd today.

There are a few space spells.

This was also the first time for him to see such a miracle with his own eyes. When he saw the Templar Temple of the Cruz Empire transporting twenty Templar Knights from the main hall to the battlefield thousands of miles away at one time, he only felt that in his mind

Blank.

As a soldier, he understands what this means - this is truly unrivaled power.

But he even forgot that the Eruin people had faced such a power and had achieved a glorious victory. The temple was even stronger at that time, and the Eruin had just established a country, as if they were in their infancy.

baby.

Vitokin felt like trembling, and even felt a trace of regret. It would be easy for these Templars to seize Eruin's power. Can nobles like them really keep their power?

Until the sound of footsteps stepping on stones and debris sounded from behind his head, waking him up.

Vitokin turned around and immediately saw a gray-haired old knight approaching with his hands on the hilt of his sword. He was accompanied by two other knights. The other knight was wearing a dark blue old-style cavalry uniform that was a little faded.

It was Redl, the veteran commander of the White Lions.

The old man was also looking up in the air. The earl hurriedly stood up and wanted to say hello, but the old man walked past him without even looking at him.

Vitokin's face suddenly turned red and white. This old man really didn't look down on them at all. He gritted his teeth and cursed secretly. Although the White Lions were number one in the kingdom, but so what, they still couldn't protect the Lion Heart Sword.

Even if you become a bitch, you still have to erect an archway, bah! What's so great about it! The noble elegance was ripped away from his heart, and he couldn't help but cursed fiercely.

This dissatisfaction was expressed on the count's face with a disdainful snort.

But Laird didn't seem to hear it.

The old man seemed to be thinking. He gently pressed the ivy pattern on the hilt of his sword - it was a thirty-two-year-old cavalry sword. The ivy marks on the sword were almost worn away. Since that war

After that, this sword has been with him for half a century. Every time he puts on this sword, it reminds him of the era when the gentle wind blew on the plateau. Everything in the past will follow the wind and pass away.

The young people of the White Lion were still arguing, and even the child Karen cried and begged him to take the White Lion away from here and leave this sad place. Soldiers must have the courage to face death and grief. Those children are making a choice.

They handed over their best answers in front of them, and they explained the value of White Lion.

However, the old man no longer had the energy to care about whether the White Lions should abandon their faith. A deep and determined flame burned in his eyes, which seemed to be supporting the last trace of strength of this aging body.

He stared ahead for a long time——

Kingdom, or Lionheart Sword.

My late king, there is not much time left for the Eruin people to choose. The holy war is imminent, and Madara is watching from the side of the bed. Eruin must not fall into long-term civil strife. The collapse is imminent...

And this land, this homeland where the ancestors shed their blood, is the land that carries the dreams of the Eruin people; as long as this land still exists, Eruin will eventually see the light of day again.

I am too old, and the White Lions are getting older day by day just like me. I am so old that I can no longer carry the flag, but no matter what, I still want to try my best.

Hope, let’s leave it to future generations.

Someone has to take responsibility.

Your Highness, Lord Marshal. It seems that you can only do so much.

…

The cadets of the Royal Academy of Knights and the White Lion Guards finally fought their way out from the siege of the northern nobles, but this did not mean that the crisis was over. Everyone knew that there was still a heavy gathering of Hong Kong Guards ahead, and life or death was still uncertain today.

There was a certain number. At this time, Brando ordered everyone to dismount, move slowly along the street, and recharge their batteries.

They were passing through Tofus Square, which is located on the same axis as the Andover Cathedral and the Great Auction House, and is the middle line of the west side of Ampersel Port.

Nymesis was a little worried about the marching speed of the army and whether the White Lion Army would catch up from behind. But when she raised this question to Brando with a cold face, Brando shook his head.

"No, do you know how many people the White Lion Army mobilized to surround and kill us?" he asked quietly.

The female knight was slightly startled. She lowered her head and made a quick calculation. In the initial battle, they encountered and defeated almost four columns of the enemy. Each column had about two to three hundred people. But they cut through the white lion during the charge.

There must be more troops on both sides of the legion's defense line, and it was these troops that she was worried about catching up from behind.

Brando saw the hesitation of the female knight, shook his head and explained: "The White Lion Legion has three Guards regiments: Jude, Sharp Claw, and Lion's Mane, a White Lion Blade Knights, and in the past there was a Forbidden Corps.

Guards, but it was later withdrawn." Brando glanced at his White Lion Guards and continued: "Considering that the White Lions are unlikely to actually mobilize a legion to leave the border, it is very likely that those participating in the war are from a certain

Elite troops mobilized from the legion."

"In the previous battle, we encountered Franz's two columns, which should be the archers and light infantry columns of the First Swordsman Regiment of the Jude Guards of the White Lion Army of the Kingdom. The one that was defeated later

The light cavalry squadron that came to support should be a knight detachment from the Temple and the scout cavalry from the Third Swordsman Regiment of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion, and the unlucky guy you killed was their commander Conn..."

Seeing that the female knight was slightly surprised, but it was not obvious from her cold expression, Brando couldn't help but shook his head. In fact, Conn is still quite famous in history, that's all

It was a pity that he died, but there were immortals in war, so that was all he could think of.

"The last defensive line composed of the White Lion Guards that we broke away was obviously another army. Considering that the Jude Guards Regiment is composed of four swordsman regiments and two heavy infantry regiments. Therefore, in

In front of us is probably half of Jude's Guards, that is, two regiments of swordsmen and one regiment of heavy infantry."

"Am I right, Sir Overwell?" Brando turned around and asked.

The lone wolf of the kingdom nodded and looked at Brando with some surprise. Before the resurgence of Griffin, one of the major drawbacks of the military system was that there was no unified organization. The nobles and lords of various places often set their own rules.

Each major legion also has its own system. For example, the northern and southern legions are different.

Therefore, even if they are both soldiers, they may not necessarily understand the organization of other legions. Not to mention that Brando can tell exactly where the enemies they faced before came from, what they belonged to, and who their commanders were.

This is basically an impossible fact.

In fact, this is also a common phenomenon in Warnd Continent in this era. In a war, commanders can often only barely judge which army is opposite them by judging battle flags, capturing prisoners, etc. For this reason,
To be continued...