Amber Sword
Chapter 127: Scene 54 Breakthrough_2

Chapter 127: Scene 54 Breakthrough_2

Just as he stood up, Brand’s sword wind swept across the four hooves of Anlek’s warhorse, making the tall warhorse drop as all four legs broke simultaneously, causing it to roll forward onto the ground.

In mid-air, Makalu gasped. Only one word came to his mind: Sword Qi.

But before he could finish his thought, a beam of white light pierced through the air and entered his chest. Then a second beam struck his left shoulder, a third hit his abdomen, and finally, a fourth brushed past him. Makalu was so forcefully struck in mid-air that his body changed direction three times before being flung far away into the sand where he lay lifeless.

This sudden turn of events made the seven or eight riders around them pull their reins in unison, not because they were shocked by Makalu’s death, but rather by that Sword Qi—Templar? The mercenaries changed their expressions, wondering who that fearsome young man might be.

"Nice shot," Brand sheathed his sword.

"Hehe, it’s all thanks to you, Lord," Char replied with a smile.

Brand then smiled, raising his head to look forward. Although their opponents were currently stunned, he knew he couldn’t afford to relax; after all, there was still a forest of over a hundred noble private soldiers’ long spears moving towards them.

He exhaled, going over his plan in his mind once again. Staring north, he realized that breaking through in that direction was their only chance, though he himself was uncertain if he could seize this single opportunity. Pointing forward, he ordered, "Stone Statue Ghost, Wstry (wizard tongue: push forward)!"

Brand thought, with no attack command, he would use a movement command instead.

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Lord Jin Guo stood on the high ground by the beach, watching the scene from afar, his face dark with displeasure. Although these weren’t elite soldiers, at least they were ones he paid to raise, especially Makalu, a formidable warrior in his hands despite his crude nature and undeniable martial prowess.

"Highland Knights are Highland Knights indeed, I didn’t believe the tales of the White Knight Order’s prowess before, but now I see there’s no exaggeration," said Sir Burnley, a businessman, smiling beside him.

"It seems this time Count Du’en is indeed in grave danger. Let’s see if that ’tiger’ dares to take on this hot potato—though getting it from a dead man doesn’t benefit us much, especially with those two women still unaccounted for."

"I’m curious why he killed that fool; if he were truly a Buqi militia, taking him hostage would have been a better strategy. What a shame, I thought we could rely on a big tree," Burnley feigned a sigh, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"It’s not necessarily good to be so eager to choose sides; we still have to see how things play out between the Royal Family and the White Mane Legion. But that young man is either an assassin or has another motive. If he’s not killing for the sake of killing, then that sword is very suspicious," Lord Jin Guo said, holding the reins, standing tall on his horse and looking ahead.

"That Elf Sword?"

He was about to nod when he saw his private soldiers scatter in panic like avoiding a swarming tide. Lord Jin Guo was taken aback, suddenly seeing a Stone Statue Ghost charging straight at him through the crowd—his words were cut short as he instinctively tightened his reins to turn his horse, but in his panic, he used too much force, causing the warhorse to rear back with a long neigh.

"Lord, be careful!"

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The Stone Statue Ghost, with a level exceeding 20, had power roughly equivalent to Level 1 mid-tier strength, and it was known for its defense and flight capabilities. Charging into a group of noble private soldiers, most only having mid-tier White Rank strength, was akin to a tiger among sheep. Especially since humans had a natural fear of such large creatures—after all, not everyone recognized them as products of Bujia Wizards—some even cried out in panic: Flying Dragon!

Originally, it was expected that the Stone Statue Ghost would easily penetrate the fragile formations of these infantry, but Brand knew he didn’t have much time; these noble private soldiers were only temporarily chaotic, and the Stone Statue Ghost, no matter how strong, couldn’t take on a hundred foes alone.

If their opponents were well-trained, even one on ten would be difficult.

He had to amplify the chaos, stopping them from stabilizing their formation. As soon as the idea formed, Brand executed it, shouting back, "Char, cover me." The moment his words fell, he charged ahead, the Stone Statue Ghost blazing a trail through the crowd—a gap the private soldiers instinctively tried to fill, but Brand, wielding the Elf Sword, swung it forward with great effort. A gust of wind, like a scythe, cut through the crowd, toppling the front line of seven or eight soldiers like wheat stalks.

The soldiers behind were terrified, losing any will to fight and retreating in disarray, making the path cleared by the Stone Statue Ghost even wider. If Makalu were still around, he might have suppressed them, but now these noble private soldiers were truly leaderless.

Brand and Char took advantage of the opportunity, one after the other, passing through the long spear formation. Anyone attempting to trail them was met with Char’s hostility—he held two bottles of mana potion, and Magic Arrow was a cheap yet effective spell.

Brand lifted his head, barely seeing a group of high-ranking nobles on a nearby hill. His sharp eyes quickly identified Sir Burnley among them, and he promptly commanded, "Stone Statue Ghost, that fat one, Ary (wizard tongue: capture)!"

Just as he spoke, he noticed a group of knights charging out from the left side of the battlefield. These knights were clad in navy-blue armor, wearing pointed hats, and covered in silver chest armor with shoulder plates, a tuft of white mane fluttering in the wind—indeed, the mounted light infantry of the White Mane Legion.

In that instant, both sides on the battlefield understood; ’tiger’ Luc Besson had arrived.

"Baxsi, Votarong, capture that Madara spy!" Even among the army, Luc Besson’s steady voice was clear, sending a chill through everyone’s hearts.

As his words fell, two tall knights rode out on either side, charging straight at Brand.

"Well met," Brand sneered inwardly, activating his charge skill, flashing past between them in an instant. Second Squad, Seventh Section Captain Baxsi and Tenth Section Captain Votarong were briefly taken aback, turning to find the young man already ten meters behind them.

Not just them, most of the White-maned Soldiers present were also stunned. Baxsi and Votarong were Captain Level; although their strength barely hovered in the lower ranks of Black Iron, they shouldn’t have been so easily shaken off.

Luc Besson’s eyebrows twitched, Charge Skill, was this kid connected to the Sun Knights? He quickly raised his right hand, "Otin, Schke, stop him!"

Two more riders charged out together, even though the White Mane Legion primarily consisted of mounted infantry, Captain Level knights excelled in their riding skills. They charged forward, reaching Brand in an instant—but to everyone’s astonishment: before the White Mane Legion’s lower-ranked soldiers could even cheer for their captains, Otin and Schke were already sent flying back.

Only the keen-eyed among them noticed: the young man didn’t even pause, merely exchanging a blow with each captain in passing, causing both their long swords to shatter simultaneously and sending them flying as if hit by a Dragon.

"Power Burst!"

"Power Burst—!" Now most people recognized it.

Brand ignored the commotion, already seeing his Stone Statue Ghost lifting that cursed fat man. That was his sole target and the key to their escape.

But was victory truly within reach?

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(P.S. Dropping off the rankings in less than a month, feeling heartbroken. Seeking comfort.)