Chapter 93. Time of the Wolves (3)
Although the knights of Cadmus and Tolome were those with outstanding skills, their numbers fell short of the allied knights.
It was a fight of about 30 versus 60, so the knights of the Cadmus army were in a situation where they had to face more than two allied knights simultaneously.
Among them, Hansen, the senior knight of the Cadmus Knights, ended up in a position facing three simultaneously.
“Haha. This is true.”
Hansen licked his lips and looked at the knights trying to surround him.
“Well. Even for me, it would be comfortable to start after clearing away one old man.”
If a weakness is seen, biting there first would be the shortcut to victory.
It seemed the allied knights decided to kill the weakest-looking old Hansen first.
Hansen’s pride was slightly hurt, but he decided to take this as an opportunity.
“Die!”
Three knights rushed in simultaneously.
“Sir Hansen!”
Simon, who was next to him, struggled to save Hansen, but Simon was also in a state where he couldn’t pull away his body as he was dealing with two knights.
However, Hansen, who was actually receiving the joint attack of three knights, was watching the situation calmly.
Hansen dodged with minimal movement while watching the first flying sword until the end.
He bypassed the first knight and immediately rolled on the ground to dodge the sword the second knight thrust.
“Ptoo!”
Then he spat at the third knight.
“Uk!”
Spittle hit exactly in the eyes of the third knight, who never imagined spittle would fly.
“Hup!”
Hansen did not miss the gap where the third knight lost vision momentarily and quickly slashed his neck with the sword.
It was a sword movement unbelievably fierce and swift to say it came from an old body.
“Krrr-!”
The price for looking away momentarily on the battlefield was too great.
The third knight was rolling on the ground clutching his neck.
The allied knights just panicked at Hansen’s sharp counterattack.
Hansen roughly shook off the blood on the sword and said.
“I have always told my junior knights.”
Strong momentum flowed out from Hansen’s body, from which no special sign was felt just a moment ago.
“To be careful if they meet an old man on the battlefield.”
The wrinkles deeply engraved on Hansen’s face were wiggling.
“Because when an old thing has survived, there is a reason for that.”
Blanc did not appoint the knight named Hansen as a senior knight simply because he had age and much experience.
Hansen was a person recognized even in the Tolome Knights, which was counted on the fingers in the Kingdom of Felix.
Decades of experience were piled up there.
Unqualified knights looking for easy opponents to poke around could not handle the knight named Hansen.
“I will teach you a lesson. You brats.”
Even if there were several of them.
“The tuition fee is your lives.”
The old lion wearing a wolf’s hide was shining his eyes fiercely.
***
The moment knights of both sides clashed, the battlefield began to flash with loud lights.
It was light created as Auras made with the lives and blood of honorable knights shattered.
Seeing that scene, Blanc turned his head and signaled to his adjutant.
“Give me an arrow.”
An adjutant who received the order lit an arrow and handed it to Blanc.
“The time has come. Sir Magnus.”
Blanc pulled the arrow with all his might and shot it up.
In the hell-like battlefield where blood and screams, pain and shouts echoed.
There was a fire arrow soaring high into the sky.
***
“The signal has come.”
There was a group holding their breath away from the battlefield.
The captain of that group was one possessing a scar of glory.
He saw the fire arrow soaring high into the sky calling him just now.
“Quiesco! Cross the river!”
The Quiesco Cavalry was waiting at the riverside by taking a huge detour from the battlefield as soon as the battle started.
The Quiesco Cavalry finding a place where the river width was somewhat narrow and the current gentle to hide their bodies.
They swiftly carried out the order the captain gave.
Sounds of a hundred horses splashing and jumping into the water were heard loudly.
The Quiesco Cavalry thus succeeded in crossing the river without any interference.
“Move!”
Magnus did not stop there and went up in an instant to the hill where the allied forces had come down.
Thick dust filled the path they passed.
Soon arriving at the target place, Magnus looked down at the allied forces while reorganizing the front line from a high place.
Finally, a gap began to be seen in the eyes of the seasoned and sharp cavalry captain.
A small gap that seemed capable of creating a very large crack.
The scar of glory wiggled.
“Raise the flag of Quiesco!”
Following Magnus' order, the broken flag of Quiesco was lifted up.
“Listen well!”
Magnus looked back at the cavalry with bloodshot eyes and said.
“Whether we can obtain new land depends on whether this current breakthrough succeeds!”
New land.
Refugees of Quiesco who wandered miserably for over ten years since the walls of Quiesco burned down.
And those pitiful ones who would still be trembling under the walls of Moirai.
“We must give it to them! A sanctuary where they can live with peace of mind!”
Magnus lowered his helmet’s visor and looked forward.
“Let’s give the people of Quiesco a land where they can dream of tomorrow!”
Quiesco cavalry members lowering visors all together at the same time.
There were sounds heard in their ears.
Voices of comrades who died opening a path for the young princess.
Screams of noble ones who tried to continue the seed of hope somehow.
Strange light began to flow out from inside the visors of the Quiesco Cavalry.
That was anger and sorrow accumulated over ten years.
Those things were burning pitch black in the eyes of the cavalry.
“For Quiesco!”
Magnus directing the charge at the very front.
“For Lady Isabella!”
“For our people!”
“I dedicate my life to Quiesco!”
The Quiesco Cavalry going down the hill vigorously following him.
Strange aspiration was contained in their eyes rushing toward the allied forces.
Rattling sounds were heard from the barding attached to the horses.
“Charge!”
A single fierce, sharp, and heavy streak of light coming down from the hill struck the flank of the allied forces strongly.
The sorrow of a ruined nation turned into light and created a single path cutting across the formation of the allied forces.
“For Quiesco!”
***
Blanc was sitting on his horse calmly watching the situation of the battlefield.
‘It is done.’
It was a battle between the Cadmus army and the allied forces with a difference of fully three times, but the Cadmus army was a strong army Blanc picked and chose to create.
They were accepting and striking back the offensive of the allied forces strongly while preempting advantages in everything except numbers in the battlefield Blanc created.
In front, the Brass Helmet Mercenary Corps was holding out firmly maintaining formation.
In the back, the Thornbush Mercenary Corps was shooting arrows aiming at the soldiers of the allied forces.
The soldiers prepared by Tolome and Neudorf were moving in perfect order under Blanc’s direction, calmly parrying the momentum of the allied forces.
The Quiesco Cavalry, on which he put the most effort among all troops.
They were mercilessly executing the group of allied forces across the river who hadn't crossed yet.
The formation of the allied forces was collapsing.
They were just spitting out despair toward the Cadmus army in front of their eyes, not knowing what to do.
The battlefield was tilting.
That moment Blanc was convinced of victory in the battlefield.
“Blanc Cadmus-!”
A voice of a man steeped in grudge cut across numerous noises and reached Blanc.
“I came to receive the blood price of my sons!”
It was Baron Vicious, biting foam at the mouth with bloodshot eyes.
In his eyes filled with revenge and grudge, reason could no longer be found.
However, blackly shining madness was glistening in his eyes.
That madness made Baron Vicious burn his remaining life and body to roughly shake the formation of the Cadmus army.
“Baron!”
Baron Vicious' direct troops were seen roughly piercing the formation of the Cadmus army.
A situation where it was obvious the formation would disintegrate if pierced like this.
Blanc maintained calmness even in the immediate crisis situation.
“Quiesco Infantry, follow me!”
Blanc, calling the Quiesco Infantry waiting as reserve power behind the formation, immediately jumped into the place where Baron Vicious was rampaging.
As two hundred infantrymen added strength to the formation in an instant, a tight power struggle between the allied forces and the Cadmus army began.
“Die!”
“Aaaaah!”
“Must not be pierced!”
Amidst screams and curses rampant here and there, Blanc took out Aselheit’s sword and looked at Baron Vicious calmly.
If looking only at Blanc’s expression, it was a peaceful and unwavering movement as if taking a stroll.
However, there was one who felt pain as if his soul was shaking upon seeing such Blanc.
“Blanc Cadmus-!”
Baron Vicious found Blanc exactly with eyes showing only whites now and pointed with his finger.
“Enemy of my family!”
He immediately raised his sword and rushed toward Blanc.
Knights accompanying him stuck next to Baron Vicious and were surging toward Blanc.
However, Blanc showed a peaceful expression as if there was no emotional agitation even seeing Baron Vicious and knights rushing at him.
He merely raised his head to look at the sky and quietly murmured.
“Father, finally the time has come for me to qualify as your son.”
“I will avenge my sons!”
Blanc closed his eyes and said.
“To swing this sword I intend to thrust now just once, I came back 30 years.”
“I will tear you to shreds and kill you!”
A single teardrop flowed down Blanc’s cheek.
“Die!”
Blanc shed tears and looked pitifully at Baron Vicious approaching him.
Then he closed one eye and pulled up his mental world.
There was a white mansion there.
A three-story white mansion.
There was a good-natured gardener grandfather who dug a dog hole in the wall for him.
There was his mother who always smiled sitting next to a blonde maid.
And one who always moved busily but smiled just by looking at his son from afar.
The mansion where Father was.
Instantly, a white thunderbolt struck down on Aselheit’s sword Blanc was holding.
Deep shadows were cast on Blanc’s face raising the white burning sword.
However, the deep shadow created by the white thunderbolt alone could not hide the remorse shed by the regressor who had crossed 30 years of time.
“My world shall burn white…….”
Blanc put his father into his sword.
And swung toward the last remaining Vicious.
There was a white light so bright that everyone on the battlefield stopped their actions and had to turn their eyes away momentarily.
And in the spot where that light passed, there were only corpses cut in two.
A battlefield where silence hangs momentarily.
In that place.
“Finally climbed one step.”
There was one black wolf slowly raising its body.
“Now two steps left.”
Three high steps placed in front of Blanc.
Blanc just stepped on and climbed one of them named Vicious.
As he climbed one step, it seemed he could see the nostalgic scenery that wasn’t visible until now.
A battlefield where countless deaths are created.
Dry tear tracks were seen under Blanc’s blue eyes looking beyond that.
“I see Norington.”
The Black Wolf howled on top of the corpse of Vicious, who was the last.