Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 597 - 597 281 Dawn Breaks Part 2 Asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month

597: Chapter 281 Dawn Breaks Part 2 (Asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) 597: Chapter 281 Dawn Breaks Part 2 (Asking for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month) But now, even the people within Seryan are being mercilessly slaughtered by the Undead Calamity.

You know, Lord Irem and those Dinexion Rangers witnessed the horrors in Seryan while passing through.

We rely on the Kantadar people’s army to fight this disaster, not just to protect Orland and Kantadar, but also to save our homeland.”

Lokhak, coming back to his senses, looked at Leon’s concerned expression.

His face relaxed slightly, and he shook his head: “Don’t worry, I’m not too caught up in their grudge.”

Speaking with suppressed anger, Lokhak said in a low voice, “I just thought…

my father’s and mother’s bodies and souls might be twisted by the enemy…

even becoming accomplices to those behind this disaster…”

Leon was silent.

Given the situation, he couldn’t offer more comfort.

Now, the only solution was to end everything and let the dead on the ground rest in peace.

At this moment, Kovis’s tense voice came down from the sky.

The returning Stormhawk lowered its altitude slowly in front of the team.

“My lord!

A large number of figures have been spotted ahead, and there seem to be formations of flying units in the sky, possibly flocks of Giant Bat Ghosts.

It’s too dark to see clearly, but there are at least three to five thousand troops on the ground.”

“…Three to five thousand?” Leon frowned.

If it’s still those elite undead led by vampires, fighting them again would be extremely disadvantageous for the troops who just endured a bloody battle and a long march.

He looked up at Acro: “Can we go around them?”

“It’s difficult.

They have long discovered us, and that troop is closing in this direction,” Kovis replied urgently.

Hearing this, Leon no longer hesitated and immediately ordered the entire army to stop advancing and prepare for battle.

Under the cover of night, he dared not imagine it was a coincidental return of allied forces.

The sudden defeat on the southern battlefield was extremely brutal, with only a few remnants escaping back to the pass.

Even if there were survivors, they could not be in such a large scale.

Moreover, since Princess Ines and Lord Eriv sent warnings through Lord Tiger, it was evident that they would not send such a large force away from the fortress at night to risk intercepting him south of the pass.

Before him lay only the possibility of the Undead Army.

Leon gazed into the distant night sky heavily.

The opposition had set layers of obstacles on this path back to the fortress, almost like they were ambushing him on purpose.

The sound of horns and whistles echoed through the ranks as the knights again led the soldiers to gradually spread out their formation.

The warriors, invigorated, dismounted en masse, forming solid ranks and advancing at a slow pace.

Soon, the allied army encountered that orderly troop marching with booming steps, also in formation, from the front of the field of vision…

Glimmers of light spread across the plains.

Leon widened his eyes, realizing there seemed to be light that did not belong to the undead army…

…

…..

Calmly watching the distant scene, where the ceaseless surge of undead overwhelmed the outer walls, grim and bloody battling spread along the castle’s ramparts.

The outermost area of the fortress, finally overwhelmed, was gradually falling.

On the walls, the torches held high by the living were extinguishing one by one.

After the main force retreated, the warriors responsible for covering the rear fell one by one.

Until the last few Sea Eagle Knights successively ignited the high channels built by the allies inside the outer walls, forever separating their vitality from that of the entire army.

The widespread fire blazed across the channels filled with haystacks, wood, and oil barrels, forming towering walls of flame.

The undead attempting to pass through the roaring flames shrieked and turned to ash.

Without the eerie power of the netherworld to sustain them, the Corpse Ghosts burned away faster than beneath the cloudy skies.

The fire surrounding the fortress temporarily impeded the advance of the Undead Army, but Ines’s mood was not eased in the slightest.

This could only hold them back for a short period.

Having completed the final stage of troop deployment and gathered the remnants, the young girl turned back, gazing at the stronghold and streets completely engulfed by darkness and deathly silence.

Save for the three thousand soldiers guarding the second wall system’s gateways, continually resisting infiltrations by vampire monsters.

In the inner city, no shouts of killing could be heard, nor any light seen.

This implied that Lord Eriv…

had not succeeded in reclaiming the stronghold, and the warriors of the Thorny Flower might already have been swallowed by that dreadful darkness.

Among the warlock apprentices who had previously escaped to the walls, Master Harvey was still absent, Agatha escorted the messenger away and had not returned.

With her most trusted companions not by her side, she could not help but wonder…

is today the day of death?

Lowering her head, Ines inspected the sharp, ornate Light Sword in her hand, touched her neck, and smiled wryly.

She’s quite afraid of pain, and at the last moment, she probably wouldn’t dare to do it herself.

Looking at the loyal guards nearby with furrowed brows, Ines only hoped that when the time came, the knight entrusted could make a swift cut.

Having long prepared oil cans capable of burning her own corpse to ashes, even if punished in the netherworld of God Vinoles, she refused to become that hideous bloodthirsty monster.

A commotion came from the other side of the wall, and the Little Princess glanced over, seeing a small bloody group of Thorny Flower soldiers passing through rows of soldiers, carrying a seriously injured knight, calling for physicians and magicians.

Yet, among the crowd, Count Eriv was still nowhere to be seen.

The messenger arrived at the tower to report.

Upon hearing that the Master of Thorns had fallen in battle, Ines closed her eyes and nodded sadly.

Before long, another wave of commotion rose on the western wall.

Holding the Thorny Sword, Agatha squeezed through the crowd, pulling soldiers to inquire about the Lord’s whereabouts.

Disregarding her disheveled hair, the Female Knight swiftly reached the tower where Ines commanded the entire army.

She was about to kneel and report to the Princess but was quickly embraced by Ines.

The Female Knight felt a bit awkward but did not resist, merely softening her voice: “…Your Highness…I did not let you down.

Sir Angor, who went for reinforcements, has already left through the secret passage.”

Ines pressed close to her most reliable warrior, indifferent to the other’s blood-soaked body, as if gaining enough sense of security, she slowly released her, dispelling the faint vulnerability in her eyes.

“Can you still fight?” The Little Princess asked.

Agatha raised her sword: “For you, I will fight.”

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On the wall, Azeryan leaned against the parapet, breathing heavily, surveying the remaining Allied Soldiers, standing guard at every corner of the fortress’s inner walls.

When he arrived, he saw the warriors at the inner wall’s entrance and passages still fighting against the monsters lurking in the darkness.

After hours of bitter combat, it seemed to be the final battle, but the time until dawn was still despairingly long.

Gripping the arrow slit parapet, he stood tall and gazed into the distance, where the outer wall and perimeter curtain wall were engulfed in swirling flames.

The fires were weakening, and many Corpse Ghosts illuminated by the flames crossed the last barrier, the relentless tide of corpses pressing forward in chaos and screams, rapidly approaching through the firelight.

Azeryan raised his Sword, gently kissed the Holy Sun Wheel on its pommel, closed his eyes, and made his final devout prayer.

“I pray to You, my supreme savior.

May I bask in Your sunlight to end my suffering, I will sweep away all evil and heresy for You.

May You bless our souls, gloriously reaching your other shore…..”

….A distant, deep horn echoed, seeming to come from the far-off sky.

Azeryan opened his eyes, gripping his long sword tightly.

It took a moment for his mind to register, then he realized the horn wasn’t coming from the walls.

Following the direction of the sound, he looked upward to the sky.

In the fire-illuminated night sky, there seemed to be hundreds upon thousands of shadows looming like black clouds.

(In Helarn Language)

“——In the name of the wilderness!!” The sturdy Lion Scorpion Tamer shook his long beard, raised his heavy war spear, and roared furiously.

The Scorpion-tailed Lions descended from the sky.

Iron balls hung by chains from the sides of the giant beasts were released, whistling as they fell into the sea of corpses.

——Booming BOOM!!!

In an instant, explosions and roaring merged into a cacophony, shocking Azeryan into a deafening silence.

Thousands of fireballs leapt into the air, inside and outside the fortress, countless dismembered and shattered bodies blasted into the sky, dancing madly in the air.

Outside Kilmerton Pass.

Neat footsteps slowly advanced up the high slope.

The mountain’s gleaming steel armor refracted silver and bronze hues under the moonlight.

Earthquake-like tremors continuously emanating from behind the army formation, three colossal golden bronze figures stepped heavily from the shadows, their ancient furnace hearts flickering with amber light on their chests.

A dragon beast even larger than them, bearing the King of Steel Furnace Castle’s contemptuous throne, with blazing flames on its thorny scales, left charred tracks on the ground, passing through the vast army formation.

The Molten Flame Dragon Lizard snorted hotly, its enormous eyes lazily ignoring the distant, stinking ants, simply unaccustomedly watching those irritating “cousins” spiraling in the night sky.

A massive Black Scaled Flying Dragon skimmed past the dwarf army’s Heavy Armor phalanx, the King of Wilderness on his dragon saddle swung his giant hammer single-handedly, contemptuously spat at the undead below, yanked the iron reins, urging the Fire Dragon to charge towards the sea of corpses.

With the thunderous trampling of a thousand iron hooves, Avalon’s Sword Wings flags fluttered in the night wind atop the high slope as Leon roared, raising his sword.

The knights charging the undead, rallying the massive Alliance of dwarves and humans, like a torrent, surged into the battlefield.

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