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Chapter 11 "The Protection of Compassion"
"Ow~~~"
With the one-eyed wolf howling to the sky, the second wave of the wind wolf pack's attack began.
Under the call of the one-eyed wolf.
More adult wind wolves emerged from the darkness and surged toward the militia that were lined up and counterattacking on the border of the western wasteland.
This time, the number of wind wolves attacking has doubled, exceeding fifty.
Simultaneously.
Seemingly influenced by the call of the alpha wolf, they also unleashed an attack even more ferocious than the vanguard.
As they raced across the wasteland, they opened their gaping maws, gathering wind elements from the air to condense several wind blades.
Wind blades rained down on the shield barrier erected in front.
The fierce ranged attacks and the increased number of enemies put immense pressure on the front-line shield bearers of each militia combat group.
They gritted their teeth and used all their strength to hold off the heavy shields in front of them, without retreating an inch.
Despite their best efforts to resist, the intense bombardment of the wind blades still caused slight cracks in their formation.
Several shields were dented from the repeated blows, and the shield bearer behind him had arms that were numb and sore from the impact.
And at this time.
After ending their wind blade attack, the pack of wind wolves had already reached the vicinity of the militia recruits.
Each combat group will face an attack from at least five mid-tier Tier 1 adult wind wolves.
These adult wind wolves seized the opportunity presented by the depression and pounced on the breach as their formation faltered.
They attempted to crush the humans who had killed their fellow humans in one fell swoop.
The perspective returns to the combat group led by Lancelot.
Unfortunately, their combat team's front-line shields had a gap, and they were about to face an attack from six mid-stage Tier 1 adult wind wolves.
Lancelot felt unprecedented pressure.
If even his command of the group loses its composure, the consequences will be unimaginable.
The heavy burden on his shoulders forced Lancelot to subconsciously hold his breath and suppress his inner panic.
"Maintain formation! Shield bearers, quickly reinforce the defense! Spearmen, prepare to attack! Sword and shield soldiers, stand ready!"
Lancelot, in his capacity as temporary vice-commander, tore at his throat and issued the battle orders.
The next moment, the attack from the adult wind wolf arrived.
They targeted the gap that had appeared in the formation and charged, striking with their heads.
The spearmen in the middle retaliated, raising their spears to stab the adult wind wolf in the vulnerable neck.
finally.
Several spears successfully pierced the neck of the adult wind wolf.
But to everyone's surprise...
Even after being severely injured, this adult wind wolf did not stop its charge.
It risked being pierced through the neck by a spear, yet still crashed into the gap in the shield array.
The deadly charge launched by this adult wind wolf was so powerful that it instantly snapped several spears stuck in its body and even knocked the shield bearers at the gap in the formation to the ground.
Followed by.
The shield bearer lost his shield, and the gap in the formation could not be filled at all.
When Arthur, who was outside the battle, saw this scene, he immediately looked at the one-eyed wolf still standing in the darkness.
He had already guessed that the Wind Wolf's death charge was an order given by it.
original.
From the very beginning, the one-eyed wolf lurked in the shadows, learning about Arthur's tactics and formations through the initial probes of the first vanguard.
But what Arthur didn't expect was...
This one-eyed wolf was so clever that it quickly found a way to break his tactics and formations.
That is the suicide bombing tactic.
This made Arthur look at the one-eyed wolf with new respect.
Arthur sighed:
No wonder it survived from old Lord Richard; it must have had some extraordinary abilities.
The perspective returns to the battlefield.
Soon, the second adult wind wolf launched a deadly charge.
Lancelot's combat team had no choice but to kill the adult wind wolves charging into the fray one by one.
Ultimately, at the cost of three dead wind wolves, Lancelot's combat team's formation was thrown into chaos.
The five shield bearers were injured to varying degrees by the Wind Wolf's Death Charge, with three of them kneeling on the ground, unable to raise their shields any longer.
It can be said that the battle formation of this combat group was completely dismantled.
But right now, Lancelot's combat team has to face three adult wind wolves that are still in their prime.
The other combat teams were in a very similar situation.
Their most crucial defensive front line was also dismantled by the deadly charge of several adult wind wolves.
Now, all the combat teams are surrounded and attacked by adult wind wolves.
For a moment, the new recruits in the militia were thrown into disarray, and their morale was severely damaged.
Just then, a voice they knew all too well rang out:
"Soldiers of the Black Rock Legion!"
You need not panic; I will bestow upon you the virtues of defense, counterattack, and the ability to defeat the enemy.
It was Arthur who, when the militia's morale was low, finally joined the battle and revealed his trump card.
—"The protection of mercy".
[Blessing of Compassion: With a compassionate heart, the host can soothe the suffering of others, granting healing blessings to wounded allies during battle, while also boosting the morale of the entire army.]
This is the first blessing of virtue that Arthur received after subduing Lancelot, the "Knight's Heart".
Now is the time for "the protection of mercy" to shine.
Arthur sat on the back of the black-haired horse Nightshade, with one hand outstretched and raised in the air.
The next moment, a flower shaped by golden light bloomed in Arthur's palm.
In an instant, golden light burst forth from Arthur's body, spreading across the entire battlefield.
Arriving on the battlefield.
All the soldiers bathed in golden light felt a warmth in their wounds, and the intense pain and fatigue in their bodies quickly lessened. Their nerves, which had been tense due to fear, gradually relaxed.
Soon, the combat teams that had been thrown into chaos by the deadly charge of the wind wolves regained their footing under the golden light of virtue.
The shield bearers raised their shields again;
The spearmen straightened their backs once more;
The sword and shield soldiers also rekindled their fighting spirit.
Bathed in the golden light of "Blessing of Mercy," the soldiers' strength was quickly restored, and their morale gradually rose.
Faced with the encirclement by the wind wolf pack, each combat team reorganized into an effective tactical formation.
Thus, in the second round of battle between the Wind Wolf Pack and the militia, Arthur's side gradually returned from a disadvantage to an advantage.
Seeing this, the one-eyed wolf hiding in the darkness could no longer restrain itself and chose to make its move.
"Ow~~~"
This one-eyed, pure white giant wolf launched its final all-out attack.
The next moment, the last batch of wind wolves emerged from the dark western wilderness.
Although there are only about a dozen of them, each one has a powerful aura, pure fur color, and a body size of over two meters.
Undoubtedly! These wind wolves are the elite individuals within the wind wolf pack.
The one-eyed wolf led the elite of the wind wolf pack in a final assault on Arthur's location.
It has realized that without eliminating this human leader, the invasion campaign will have no chance of success.
And look at Arthur's side.
As he gazed at the last wave of wind wolves rushing towards them, he could no longer suppress the soaring fighting spirit within him.
Arthur sat on the back of the black-haired horse Nightshade, drew the sword from his waist, and pointed it forward.
He then issued orders to the Black Iron Rank squire knights beside him:
"Charge with me! Slay the leader of the Wind Wolves, the One-Eyed Wolf!"
Chapter 12 Slaying the Elite Wind Wolves
The five squires accompanying Arthur, like him, rode a warhorse named Blackbeard, owned by the Field family.
After receiving Arthur's instructions.
The five Iron-rank knights drew their swords with high spirits and simultaneously activated either the "Frosty Raven Breathing Technique" or the "Baby-Tooth Breathing Technique," initially stimulating the aura power within their bodies.
then.
Arthur rode his black-haired horse, Nightshade, and led the charge.
Five squire knights followed closely behind.
On the desolate wasteland covered by the first long night in the North.
The final battle to the death began amidst the dust kicked up by the iron hooves of the black-haired horse.
"Ow!"
When the one-eyed wolf saw that the humans who had killed its brethren had also launched an attack, it opened its blood-red maw and let out a deafening howl.
It released a powerful aura of demonic energy, stronger than that of the black-haired horses, in an attempt to intimidate them first.
next moment.
The elite wind wolves beside the one-eyed wolf also followed their leader's example, howling to intimidate the black-haired horse.
Instantly, a powerful sound wave formed a wall of sound, attempting to stop the knight's charge.
But how could the Blackbeard Horse, a precious warhorse bred by the Field family and trained by the Grey royal family, be intimidated by the howl of the Wind Wolf?
The black-maned horses sensed the oppressive aura of the wind wolves, but instead of retreating in fear, they became even more restless.
As warhorses, they possess innate fierceness and pride.
This fierceness and pride, deeply ingrained in their blood and marrow, was aroused by the howling of the wind wolves.
All of a sudden.
All the black-maned horses' manes bristled, whipped up by the wind from their gallop, and billowed like black flames.
Their eyes gleamed with sharp light, they hissed, and then their speed increased rapidly.
The sound of hooves, like a dense drumbeat, struck the ground, producing a rhythmic boom.
As Arthur sat atop the black-haired horse, he felt the horse's rhythmic swaying growing increasingly exciting, and smiled knowingly.
At that moment, he was grateful for the howl from the one-eyed wolf.
Because of his excellent riding skills, he knew that the warhorse's acceleration would mean that the charge would be more impactful.
This allows them to increase their attack power in the first round of combat.
The one-eyed wolf's intimidating howl, seemingly designed to seize the initiative, ultimately allowed them to gain the upper hand.