The Acropolis of Buoan stood like a lonely guard on a lonely ground, and lightning falling from the clouds outlined its edge.

The veteran overlooked the battlefield near the end, and in all directions of it, the human army retreated from the plains like a tidal wave. The incapacitated soldiers could only wait for death in the pile of corpses, and the red fireworks in the sky were like the afterglow in their eyes.

In the enlarged, narrow field of view, the sky and the earth are arcing, and the entire battlefield is a criss-cross of ruins, with broken weapons, armor, tattered flags, and the corpses of the guards overlapping each other, forming a strange apocalyptic scene.

Even the clouds turned scarlet, and lightning coiled around them like thorns, occasionally lighting up the world. Bringing its truest and most terrifying side to the eyes of the human coalition.

From the vicinity of the village of Medao to the far edge of the forest, there are fleeing defenders everywhere, and the heads of people gathered against the gray background are only the truest portrayal of the omen of defeat at this moment on the battlefield, or the despair of the last moment. The female knight stood behind a female wall, observing the situation through the cracks in the battlements, the demonic attack seemed to be launched from the horizon, and the crimson fireball flew across the battlefield with a long tail flame, illuminating the ugly creatures on the battlefield and her eyes.

She pressed one hand on the swarthy wall, which was riddled with cracks and blood that spread in the water. The corpses of the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy were neatly arranged in a row, as if to maintain their maximum dignity, but in any case, only lifeless shells remained.

No one has ever experienced such a terrible war. The men of the battlefield, whether they were the sons of farmers, the sons of craftsmen, the descendants of nobles, or knights and missionaries of extraordinary birth, for the first time fulfilled their equality in the face of death, without distinction.

Freya could even hear someone whispering and weeping, it was the civilians hiding in the basement under the castle, including women and children, all the men who could go into battle had taken up arms. But unfortunately, resolute determination cannot change the tide of battle, and anyone can smell the meaning of defeat in the cold air.

The edifice will fall.

The female knight clenched her fists with a squeak. The metal armour was deformed. She had only one name in mind, and she was convinced that he would eventually lead everyone out of a desperate situation, and the refugees had lost hope when they fled in Ridenberg. But he also promised them a miracle.

Brando was so confident that everyone was impressed, including her.

"Can't you hold on a little longer?"

"But...... Your Royal Highness, Princess, they're still ahead, aren't they? ”

Beth's voice came from behind her. The girl cried out almost with some grief. The Knights of the Royal Order paid a heavy price, and everyone who rested here was a familiar face from the past, and they could accept the sacrifice, but they could not accept that the previous efforts were meaningless.

They'd rather die here than they could.

Save yourself from tasting this suffocating despair.

Her Royal Highness is dead, and Eruin is on the verge of perdition. Everyone felt that feeling of despair and helplessness in their hearts, as if their hopes and ideals in life had just been established, and they had to face the reality of disillusionment.

It was a feeling of disillusionment.

The tears that welled up in Beth's face were proof of this, and she almost shouted to her commander, Nimesis, as if to sober the female knight. Her Royal Highness the Princess is still ahead, doesn't she notice it?

The female knight's face was pale, and she looked like she had been stabbed in pain. Beside her stood the commander of the White Lion Legion, Marquis de Balta, a man covered in blood. It was as if I had just come back from hell.

Throughout the battlefield, the Acropolis of Bunoan had formed a long and narrow salient. Like a sharp blade, the two armies guarding the vicinity of this place are undoubtedly the most dazzling on the battlefield today. The cadets of the Royal Knight Academy, the young men from Toniguel are steadfast and honorable, and the White Lion Legion holds fast to its glory as soldiers.

Two of the most glorious armies in the history of Eruin are here today.

"It's not gambling, Beth." Marquis Balta's face stiffened, "We're not gamblers either, we've made a final attempt, but we can't put all our chips at once. ”

"You use Her Royal Highness as a bargaining chip?" The red-haired girl's eyes widened in disbelief, and she stared hatefully at the marquis. If it weren't for them, why would the kingdom be here?

"Beth, watch what you say and do." Nimesis couldn't listen and rebuked.

"Senior Sister Nimeisis, but Her Royal Highness the Princess is still ahead."

"Call me Knight Chief, Soldier. That was the choice of Her Royal Highness the Princess, but her intention was not to let the kingdom be buried with her, it was also her order. Nimesis replied coldly, as if without a trace of emotion: "The last time has passed, and I must scrupulously carry out the orders of Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

Beth shuddered and lowered her head.

Nimesis looked up at the figure of the female knight on the city wall. She had the impression that the future Valkyrie of Eruin was gentle and even a little cowardly, no different from a girl from the countryside, but until today, she suddenly found that she couldn't see each other clearly.

"Freya?"

"We still have a chance, Lord Knight, if we counterattack the village of Medao and cut off the retreat of the demons, then maybe we can delay for a while, right?" Freya's gaze passed through the battlefield, and the famous examples of the battles in history came to her mind one by one.

Only this moment, this moment she is no longer the young maiden, but the Valkyrie of Eruin. Her thoughts were clearer than ever, as if she were thinking back to her time in the Royal Knight Academy.

While everyone was resting, she was the only one practicing swordsmanship, just to catch up with the others. While everyone was asleep, she was the only one reading the famous tactical examples of history, just for the ideal that Brando had promised her

The girl is not smart, let alone a genius, but she has the strongest belief in her heart. Just for the sake of Buchi, for the sake of this land she loved so much, she was willing to give up a qiē.

Such an ideal is so simple, but it cannot be blasphemed.

She looked back at Nimesis, as if she wanted to get hope from the eyes of her own senior sister. The prominent Acropolis of Bunoan is like a sharp blade, and the terrain is steep and stormy, as if a single qiē here will be destroyed at any moment. But this is not the case with demons that have not been able to attack for a long time, and the salient is often only relative, forming a blade-like extension of the battlefield immediately adjacent to the Acropolis of Bunoan.

That's where their only chance lies.

At a time when everyone thought the tide was over, the girl stubbornly figured it out - theoretically possible, but with little chance of success. It's a clumsy approach, and everyone understands it.

But Nimesis knew.

Whether or not the plan succeeded, it would at least convince Wood and the northern nobles to delay their retreat. It's like the difference between having failed and having a chance, which in itself is meaningless, but it means something else to the drowning person.

She and the Marquis glanced at each other, each discerning the other's intentions in the other's eyes. The most daring plans, especially those aimed at the enemy, are more likely to be directed at one's own people.

Both fell silent and looked at Freya earnestly.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Freya?" Nimesis asked calmly.

Freya nodded.

Nimesis looked at her strangely, as if trying to find out what gave her such confidence and made her mature so quickly. War is often a gamble, and the more stubborn people are, the more they can hold on to victory, and now the girl has such potential.

"You understand what the consequences will be, what awaits this kingdom if the coalition forces are wiped out here. Do you really understand the consequences of this? ”

Marquis of Balta also stared at Freya.

The girl from Buchi was slightly stunned, as if she was in a trance. But eventually, she nodded firmly.

Nimesis sighed, and she glanced at Beth to the side. The red-haired girl listened to the conversation between the three of them inexplicably, but a smile finally appeared on the face of the black-haired female knight: "I understand, I approved the plan, and I am solely responsible for the whole plan, whether it succeeds or fails." ”

Freya let out a soft 'ah' as she glared at the cold Nimesis, whose aura had just become a little wiser crumbled, and she was back to the dumb girl from the countryside of Buchi.

"Didn't you hear? Why don't you hurry up and get ready? Nimesis asked impatiently, frowning.

"Cocoa......" Freya asked, believing that she must have misheard, incredulously.

"Do you want to be responsible for this?" Nimesis couldn't help but laugh a little, "Soldier, you don't have that power yet. Who do you think you are? Will Priest Wood listen to you? ”

"But...... Lord Marquis? She couldn't help but look at the Marquis of Balta on the side.

The current leader of the White Lion Legion didn't answer, but just reached out and wiped it on his blood-stained forehead and shook his head. "Do you think you're the only one who doesn't want to, little girl?"

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

He stared at the sky, his eyes reflecting the crimson flames, and muttered in reply. At that moment, the Marquis of Balta seemed to see the flag, and he smiled slightly.

Eruin may need more than just save it.

There are some more important things.

It is also worth guarding.

For the white lion, there are some choices, but they are still wrong in the end-