Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 243 - 243 126 Battle of Longka 2 On the Eve of Battle

243: Chapter 126 Battle of Longka 2 (On the Eve of Battle) 243: Chapter 126 Battle of Longka 2 (On the Eve of Battle) “Your barking is truly grating, Lord Canis,” Leon looked up, loudly responding to the threats coming from over ten meters away: “….

What Wolf Pack?

I seem to only see a pack of wild dogs without leashes begging for scraps here.

Unfortunately, Longka doesn’t have that many bones for you to gnaw, you might as well come back after dinner to beg.”

“The impertinent fellow with a sharp tongue, you have rejected my rare kindness and insulted the symbol of my noble surname.

I hope when your tongue is pulled out, it can still spout such vulgar words,” Canis retorted loudly.

Leon suddenly regretted that Lokhak wasn’t by his side; exchanging insults over such a distance, although his brother wasn’t quick-witted, where it came to bellowing street curses in a loud voice he was clear enough, and it would save him from having to shout without a megaphone.

“You are mistaken, Lord Canis; the courtesy of the Farolis is for humans, not for mad dogs that invade homes without cause.”

“The Farolis family dabbles in witchcraft that desecrates the dead, destroying the villages of the Wolf Territory, even causing the knights of my family to perish.

I lead my army today for a tooth for a tooth, and you dare to bite back at us as if we were unprovoked?” Canis roared angrily.

“What witchcraft?

Don’t smear my good name out of thin air.

Are you accusing me on the basis of baseless allegations?”

Leon countered calmly, not even intending to explain the origins of the Undead to the enemy—the real reason they had attacked was not the one professed.

He escalated the trash talk: “…to start a war and invade based on mere speculation; the Thorny Flower family has a thousand excuses and blood debts to storm your dog lair.”

Listening to the low report of the knights behind him, the army formation was already prepared.

Canis sneered, but he wasn’t truly angry.

If he lost his temper that easily, he would have died several times over in Mamor already.

The Wolf Family Young Master glanced towards the riverbank and saw that Knight Hengkel had finally managed to bring his army to the opposite bank.

He then turned back to look at the leader of the Thorny Flower family flying the Square Banner.

Even though it was surprising that his opponent was younger than himself, the exchange of words showed that the other was not easily agitated.

Moreover, the insults were even coarser and more venomous than his own.

Not gaining the upper hand with words and failing to provoke the enemy, Canis ended the fruitless exchange.

“Wait until General Trosa conquers Mamor County and comes to arbitrate the dispute; the Gunnar family will certainly present evidence.

Now let swords and spears replace our tongues.

The fangs and claws of the wolves will make you regret insulting the Gunnar.”

“If you unsheathe your claws, I will chop them off; if you bare your teeth, I will smash them.

Bring it on, you mongrels of the Gunnar family,” Leon mocked.

He didn’t mind continuing the insult trading a bit longer, hoping to keep it going until the reinforcements arrived.

But seeing the other turn his horse around, Leon also knew that dragging this out was the limit.

The gates of the outer wall of the stronghold were once again closed by the Guards.

Pulling the reins, Leon returned along the path between the stakes back to the soldiers who had already formed ranks on the gentle hill.

The entire army formation was arranged into three lines by Brian.

Although their numbers were limited, they had expanded the battle line to meet the enemy as much as possible.

Riding past the soldiers in the front row, Leon raised his Long Blade Riding Spear high into the air.

The tip of the Multi-faceted Conical Spear glistened with a dazzling light under the sun, reflecting off the steel-forged spearhead.

The battle was about to begin, and Leon, having made all possible preparations, stirs his soldiers with final encouragement and promises.

“Warriors of each command!

The enemy comes only to kill and plunder; we have no choice.

For our homes, wives, children, and future behind us, we must break the spines of these evil dogs here!

Though we are few and they are many, the enemy is a disorderly rabble.

Trust in the spears and swords in your hands.

So long as we hold out until the reinforcements come, victory will surely be yours!

And I…!

Before death lays its hand on me, my banner will not vanish from your sight!

I swear by the name of Leon Pendragon.

I stand with you!”

Mr.

Brian Sr.

stepped out of the formation, holding his sword high and striding past the troops in the direction opposite to Leon, leading everyone to chant the battle cry: “Victory!”

The Platon line immediately shouted in response to their commander: “Victory!”

Brian passed through the Seval Middle Formation, shouting once again: “Victory!”

“Victory——!!” The voices of the Selvians were extremely organized and loud.

“Victory!

For your homes!” Brian shouted toward the people of Longka, pointing his sword in the direction of the enemy’s onslaught.

Upon hearing the loud words of encouragement from the Centurion in front of them, the soldiers of Longka let out an even more rousing cheer than the Selvians.

…

The deep and bleak sound of the horn resounded in the fields of Longka.

Canis’s order to attack had been given.

With the sergeants of the Wolf Pack army shouting, several groups of Conscripted Soldiers in four disjointed rows ran out.

Hoisting makeshift wooden planks and shields over their heads—with some lacking even that basic protection—they dashed madly towards the spiked trenches that hindered the army’s approach to the wooden walls.

Although the Longka defenders inside the wooden stronghold could only stand ready for battle, unable to see the actions of the enemy outside,

the archers atop the Arrow Towers on the high slope behind the formation already pulled arrows and nocked them to their bows as they had in training.

Without hurrying their attack, the sharp-eyed Longka archers waited until they saw the enemy surpass the trees left outside the wall to mark accurate distances.

Then the two archer captains gave their comrades the order.

“—Fire!!”

Twenty whistling arrows were loosed from two Arrow Towers, precisely targeting their individual marks.