Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 600 - 600 283 Authentic

600: Chapter 283: Authentic 600: Chapter 283: Authentic The sun rose, casting its golden light down, once more blessing the realm of the living.

The Kilmerton Fortress, scarred from numerous bloody battles, gradually awakened in the morning light.

Leon strode back to the defense area, ascending the fortress walls.

He surveyed the inside and outside with his gaze, witnessing the dwarven army that had settled down methodically assisting the Alliance in taking over half of the fortress’s defenses.

However, the two Heraen armies with subtly different styles were distinctly stationed east and west, separated by the Felu people’s Alliance.

Apart from the brief cooperation last night, the two factions of dwarves seemingly did not wish to live together.

In the sky, squads of dwarf scorpion-tailed lion cavalry flew over orderly, vigilantly patrolling the dangerous Kilmerton Pass.

On the main passage of the fortress, the Melter Demons stood still with their forges extinguished, appearing like three gigantic statues.

The Black Scaled Flying Dragon and Molten Flame Dragon Lizard lay in the camps outside the fortress.

Occasionally, the two giant beasts would let out distant, challenging roars, their regal dragon cries causing the air to hum.

This formidable force of Heraen dwarves brought an unparalleled sense of security to the precarious Alliance.

Yet, the sudden appearance of thousands of dwarves, only heard of in ancient stories, provoked intense curiosity among the people.

Many Allied soldiers, who survived the disaster, attempted to express their gratitude to the mysterious dwarven allies, but most dwarf warriors responded with silent nods, maintaining their silence.

This was not due to the cold nature of the Heraens, but because, having been isolated from the continent’s countries for hundreds of years, apart from the small number of upper-class dwarves and the few who had hidden their identities to venture into Felu society, the majority of reclusive Heraens no longer knew the languages of other human nations, hindering further communication.

Arriving at the towering tower adorned with the Sea Eagle emblem banner, Leon saw many Alliance officers hurrying in and out of Ines’s command post.

Inside the tower, the Third Princess’s clear and melodious voice consistently issued orders to the officers.

At this moment, the Princess had become the highest-ranking commander in the Alliance, aside from himself.

After a night of fierce combat, the warriors could only barely catch their breath, resting briefly.

Yet, the surviving leaders could not relent, as the battle had caused tremendous casualties and over half of the personnel were lost, bringing many tricky and complex issues.

Many wounded needed treatment urgently, numerous knights and officers had bravely fallen, and in the complex makeup of the Alliance forces, many soldiers were confused and scattered due to the death of their lords, requiring immediate reorganization.

Such a brutal battle, were it a mere contest for power and profit among the living, would likely have seen the Alliance’s morale crumble and surrender.

Confronted with the inhuman undead monsters, this no-possibility-of-surrender predicament inspired the Alliance’s determination, allowing them to hold the fortress until reinforcements arrived.

Entering the tower, Leon saw the slightly disheveled young lady.

Her long hair was hastily tied into a simple ponytail hanging behind her.

Seeing the figure enter, Ines masked her solemn expression with a calm demeanor, visibly relaxing.

She raised her hand, temporarily ending her conversation with her subordinates.

“Seeing you unharmed puts my mind at ease,” Ines smiled.

“I’m sorry we returned too late and gave you a scare, Your Highness,” Leon gratefully bowed to her.

Having learned the situation from Azeryan, Leon did not expect this girl to not retreat during the bloodshed.

After all, whether the Alliance was defeated or not, it posed no fundamental loss to her as the Princess of Orland; at worst, they could withdraw north.

As for her political investment in him, it was far from any conclusive outcome before this disaster ended.

Yet, thanks to her and her Sea Eagle Knight Order’s tenacity, Leon understood that after Count Eriv’s sacrifice, without a competent leader to command the entire situation within the fortress, it would have been impossible to hold out until his return with reinforcements, resulting in total annihilation.

And had he returned to find a pass occupied by the vampire army, Leon could not imagine how severe the sacrifices would be to reclaim the fortress, even with unexpected dwarf support.

Should the Alliance have been vanquished, all prior victories in Baldim would have turned to mere illusions.

Leon genuinely doubted that only with Count Lunaf’s mediocre skills, his remaining army, and cobbled-together militia could they resist the undead.

Ines shook her head, “The speed and tactics of the enemy’s advance were unpredictable.

They differ from the undead armies before.

The fortress garrisoned seven thousand troops.

We had taken every precaution but those creatures’ strength and peculiarity were unprecedented.”

Speaking with a slight urgency, Ines continued, “By the way, could you help me with something?

My magician adviser and Chief Guard were seriously injured last night.

I’ve heard your attendant knight, Sir Allen Del, is proficient in healing magic.

Could you ask him to treat Agatha and Harvey?”

“Of course, Kovis is just outside.

I’ll have him check on them shortly,” Leon nodded.

“How are the allied casualties?” he continued to ask.

“Not optimistic.” Ines showed a bitter expression: “My Knight Order still has fifteen hundred warriors who can keep fighting, while the Farolis Family troops…

suffered heavy losses in fierce battles with those…

‘vampires,’ with less than thirteen hundred soldiers left who can fight, and morale is very low.

Count Eriv and Lord Balfe, along with many leaders of the Thorny Flower Family, unfortunately, died in battle.

Currently, it is Sir David who is leading the remaining army.

As for Kantadar, all the remaining soldiers together number only a thousand still alive.

However, I fear they won’t be able to engage in any hard battles for quite some time.”

Leon frowned, folding his arms and contemplating.

The situation was extremely dire.

According to Azeryan, the vampire leader who led the undead monsters to invade the fortress that night was exceptionally powerful and terrifying.

It was only for some unknown reason that he suddenly left, otherwise, the fortress garrison would have been completely defeated.

Now, before the reinforcements from the Baldim family and the other Kantadar armies arrive, relying on the Helarnian army’s help alone from outside, it seems very challenging for this fatigued army to continue holding the pass area alone.

Avalon and the Holy Lake Knights’ forces also suffered significant losses in the prolonged combat, with only about thirteen hundred remaining.

Including the several hundred mercenaries of the Shatai Griffin Group led by Baron Yevan, the main force of the entire alliance at the front line is now only half of what it was before the battle.

As for those dwarves…

Ines looked at the pondering Leon, hesitated a bit, then tentatively asked, “If I may be curious, Mr.

Leon, where did you find such a powerful Helarnian army?

The Western Continent hasn’t seen them for several hundred years.

Are they allies you contacted in advance?”

“That’s a long story…” Leon smiled wryly, then picked a part he could mention and briefly explained how he had once encountered the “Dwarf Mission” and the unexpected encounter with the dwarf army outside the pass last night, looking for his own…

Outside the tower, on the city wall, dense and heavy footsteps echoed.

The Sea Eagle Knights guarding outside awkwardly watched those short stature heavy armored dwarf guards, who were escorting two dignified, bearded men in ancient, luxurious armor straight towards where the Princess was.

(Helarn Language) “Where’s that big kid?

I heard he’s here!!” one of the dwarves with a mane crown, holding a war hammer, impatiently shouted towards the Felu people around.

The Sea Eagle Knights, unable to understand the Dwarven language, looked at each other in confusion.

The opposing side was obviously of extremely noble status and also a strong ally who had come to aid the alliance.

However, their loud intrusion into the alliance command area left them unsure whether they should stop them.

Fortunately, someone from Avalon outside the tower came to the puzzled Sea Eagle Knights’ rescue.

Kovis stepped forward and bowed in greeting.

(Helarn Language) “Greetings to the two esteemed kings, Lord Gao Limu, Master of the Steel Forge, and His Majesty Kamoz, King of the Wilderness.

Allow me to go and notify my master to come out and greet you both.”

“Have your master come talk about our matters.

The Helarn army has already helped you out of a dire situation.

Now your master should show us some sincerity.” Gao Limu said in a dignified and authoritative manner to the young Felu man in front of him.

Having already heard Kamoz, King of the Wilderness, with his booming voice, Leon walked out of the tower.

Ines, curious, also followed out, wanting to meet the legendary Helarn Dwarves and their kings.

“It’s perfect timing that Your Majesties are here; I was actually looking to discuss future matters with you,” Leon said, knowing that both dwarf kings could understand the Felu language, so he didn’t purposely use his poor Helarn language for communication.

The Little Princess observed the two…

dwarves shorter than herself with beards and quickly identified the characteristics Leon had just described for them.

She came to stand beside Leon, holding her waist and bowing her head respectfully: “Honorable Lord Gao Limu, King Kamoz, at this dark moment, I am honored and grateful to receive a helping hand from the two illustrious kings of Helarn.”

“Hmm, I accept your greetings and gratitude.

But, who are you?” Grim looked at the young girl, responding in the Felu language.

“This is the daughter of the current Orland Monarch, Ines Hecha Dracmar,” Leon introduced the Little Princess in compliance with etiquette.

“Enough with the nonsense.

I’m not interested in the identity of your little blonde sweetheart.

Let’s quickly discuss when you’ll be leaving with us.” Kamoz, carrying his war hammer, interrupted brusquely without a care.

In front of the tower, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Leon raised his eyebrows in astonishment, his peripheral vision instantly noting that the surrounding Sea Eagle Knights each had their eyes widened, a few younger knights gritting their teeth fiercely, their faces reddening as if to defend their revered Princess who had been so rudely offended, especially furious…

presumably.