Chapter 1207: Chapter 305: Raging Tides I_2
"Present!"
The young people responded loudly with acceptance, having been tempered by the trials of the Black Forest, the storm ahead seemed insignificant. Instead, the strength of the enemy stirred an unyielding spirit within them; in youth, there was no room for compromise, no one cared whether this battle was right or wrong.
What mattered was the battle itself.
This day would be written into the long scroll of history—
"The Royalists have set out."
Almost at the same time Brand received the news, the same message was sent to the Holy Temple. The messenger monk soldiers were seen off, and the Molosi Chief Priest, his expression dark, turned around, with the Marquis Youxi and Baron Buckland quickly bowing their heads respectfully in the shadows.
"History is rewritten here," Molosi answered quietly.
"Order the White Lion Legion to enter the city—"
As if at that very moment, countless messages were delivered through various channels to every corner of Ampezel. This port that had remained dormant in the storm for too long, at this moment, began to stir like an awakening giant, stretching its claws.
At five in the morning, the cavalry camp gates of the Harbor Guard swung open, and the Patrol Cavalry emptied out. At five twenty, the whole city went into lockdown. Half an hour later, the Ampezel Port Authority officially declared the port has entered the storm season.
Port closed.
...
"Prepare, equip!"
Sets of standard battle armor were unloaded from the ships, the oilcloth packages were opened, dismantled, and dozens of young officers of the White Lion Legion began to don their armor—these armors they had tried on once or twice, but most of the time they only wore training armor.
However, just trying them on once or twice was enough for everyone to understand the power of these armors.
This armor was the true White Lion Armor, restored with reference to the opinions of Brand and Otarais, indeed, only improved compared to the original. These young people from Tonyger might not understand what this meant, but merely a set of magic armor was enough to make everyone’s breaths hitch.
Even Gruding couldn’t bear to equip each of his Personal Guard Knights with a set of magic armor. The price of several sets of magic armor could almost buy a piece of fertile territory.
The new version of the White Lion Armor, in appearance, looked somewhat like the pinnacle of medieval armor from another world—the Maximilian Armor. However, there were no leg armor, the skirt leaves were distributed in patches, and the helmets were still the traditional full-face helmets of the Wind Elves—the most prominent feature was the right shoulder’s white lion’s head shoulder armor, a design that had long been abandoned in the modern White Lion Armor of Erune but under Brand’s hand, it returned to the land of the Vornede Continent.
The design inspiration for this armor naturally came from Brand; only his unique soul in this world can create aesthetics transcending this world or even the age, aesthetics drawn from another world.
Yet, art is universal. The new White Lion Armor possesses a beauty that stirs the soul, and when it appears in groups, it is filled with breathtaking tension; such expressiveness was rarely seen in the Erune of this era.
The craftsman is also an artist.
Brand’s design even dazzled the master craftsmen and Otarais, so that finally, they could only attribute this seemingly innate versatility to the word ’freak’.
Soon, the White Lion Legion was ready. All the young officers gathered, standing neatly in front of Brand, awaiting inspection.
At this moment, not only did Brand hold his breath, even Char couldn’t help but pause, that priest Melia from Tonyger and Antitina exchanged glances:
"Oh my, isn’t this the legendary White Lion Legion?"
"Exactly like the records." Char shook his head in amazement, he was present during the design of the armor, but he hadn’t expected this outcome once worn.
"Though I’ve never seen the White Lion Legion, a world with armies this majestic makes me wish I had been born in the era of Ancestor King Ai Ke." Hu Que couldn’t help but nod in admiration.
The White Lion Legion was reborn.
Only Brand and Otarais truly knew that the group before them was genuinely the White Lion Legion. Those elites of Erune that had faded into history had now returned, bringing the will of the Ancestor King with them to save the sunken kingdom once more.
The sword is already in hand, is it time for the vows to resound again?
"Lord, please inspect." Caglis’ eyes shone brightly, he voiced loudly.
Brand smiled slightly; in this world, White Lion Armor is genuine infantry light armor. More accurately, it is infantry armor in the form of cavalry armor as, due to different burdens, cavalry armor’s protection often far exceeds infantry armor.
But only the White Lion Armor broke this boundary.
Its greatest characteristic is inheriting the magical specialties of the Wind Queen Half Armor, the core of the entire suit lies in its ability to reduce weight. Yet, it’s not just that; while wind is gentle, it also possesses a furious side. The power of wind in the White Lion Armor complements each other in protection and offense, making it one of the most perfect standard battle armors in history; otherwise, the White Lion Infantry of those years wouldn’t be called ’the cavalry on the ground’.
’Royal Knights unite the Southern Territory’, Swordman Knight, only here.
It’s about time.
Brand turned back.
A carriage moved slowly through the light rain, the broken sword family crest on the carriage wall seemed also to have crossed time to arrive; the carriage halted not far away, the door opened, inside was the unruffled face of the Countess from Chuyan Castle.
"Mr. Brand, the Guardian Sword family keeps its word. Its descendants have never forgotten the vow before that sword. And now, I hope to invite you one last time to accompany me. Would you honor me?"
Her quiet voice pierced through the sound of wind and rain.
"I’d be delighted," Brand replied with an easy smile. He turned back, "Caglis, I leave this to you. White Lion Legion, cooperate with Sani’er action as planned, don’t let me down—"
Caglis nodded seriously.
Brand turned again, "Teacher, I rely on you."
The Gray Sword Saint nodded, took the reins of a warhorse led out from behind the house by a young man. His grey eyes met Brand’s briefly before mounting the horse.
Behind him, Char, Qian, and Medphis also mounted their horses.
"Andreg?"
"What?"
"I know you won’t ride in the rain, come with me." Brand waved his hand and turned towards the carriage. The Vampire Princess hummed lightly.
But just at that moment, a small call came from behind the crowd:
"Brand!"
Brand turned back and saw the Merchant Miss among the crowd.
"Don’t forget the promise!" the Merchant Miss shouted: "But I’ll support you, you know it!"
Brand suddenly felt he was back on that summer night in Buqi, when the stars were still so bright. A galaxy in the sky seemed like a bond, closely linking the fates of him, Romantic, and Frey.
"It’s promised," Brand smiled at her: "We will become a great merchant."
...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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