Amber Sword-Chapter 842 - 153: Wolf Pass, The Final Assault (2)
But Queniel pointed one end of the longbow in his hand in that direction: "Make way for our glorious comrades—!"
The Tree Elves immediately abandoned the flanks and once again drew their bows together—this was the first volley by the Tree Elves since entering the battlefield. The massive Elf Longbows were drawn to a full moon—a series of creaking noises.
"Life Arrow!"
"Strong wind, direction due east!"
"Two hundred feet, one hundred fifty feet, release—!"
The archers simultaneously released their bowstrings, and everyone seemed to hear a soft, buzzing sound at the same time as a shadow swept across the sky like a flock of migratory birds taking flight.
Arrows reached the peak of their arc in mid-air before diving down like raptors, a rain of arrows descending upon the Winter Wolves' heads, as if doom was upon them—the Death God swung its scythe, and countless Winter Wolves toppled to the ground.
In an instant, the isolated spearhead of the wolf pack was turned into a pincushion, pinned midway.
Then the Winter Wolves behind leapt over these now statue-like corpses, having no more time to change formation, as the lined-up Centaur vanguard had already crashed headlong into them.
A deep thud seemed to echo across the battlefield.
In an instant, the white wave line collided with the silver line formed by the Centaurs.
Most of the Centaurs immediately toppled over, then were swallowed by the white wolf pack. The silver line only existed for a moment before it broke apart.
Yet at least the torrent of wolves was also momentarily halted—
The white wave of snow paused.
Then they discovered that the army led by Brand was charging up, those Centaur Elder Guards showing no fear, instead, they were gathering strength for acceleration.
Brand raised his sword: "Assault formation!"
He led the charge.
The spearhead became sharper with him at the center.
The army surged forward.
And Queniel simultaneously pointed backward with the longbow, "Warriors of the forest, hold your enemies!"
With a loud crash, a vine sprang from the soil and Stone Tablet of the valley, blocking the rear of the army. The rear Tree Elf Archers tossed aside their longbows, turned in unison, and drew the long knives from their backs.
They turned, stopped, separated from the army, and formed a thin defensive line there.
The Winter Wolves flanking from both sides immediately found a human wall in their path.
Twenty feet.
The enemy was within reach, dual-handedly grasping the Earth Sword, charging forward. Brand could almost see every white hair on their bodies trembling in the Frostwind.
Wade, leading nearly a hundred Centaurs, was now down to less than half.
The Centaur Elder plunged alone into the wolf pack, and with a flash of the War-hammer, a Winter Wolf was sent flying high.
Brand took it all in, inhaling deeply, then raised the Earth Sword upright. "Come, warrior's hot blood," Brand hadn't felt the sensation of blood boiling to his head for a long time; it was this feeling back then that made him persist on this path.
The warrior's path.
"So, an unstoppable charge," Brand closed his eyes, then opened them again: "is the romance of a warrior!"
The moment his eyes opened, the Charge Skill activated. At the same time, he swung the Earth Sword forward, a white light parallel to him.
In that moment, to outsiders, Brand was one man with one sword, carrying a white sword light as he charged into the wolf pack.
Where the sword passed.
Armor was cleaved, flesh flew.
It was like a silver line cut into the Winter Wolf pack, and centered on this silver line, the wolf pack parted to both sides—not voluntarily, but split aside with splattering blood. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Even because the speed was so fast, after a man and sword passed, the power of the Earth Sword began to explode, seemingly making the earth crack open inch by inch behind Brand—
After Brand passed, a "boom" sounded, a jagged rock thrusting into the sky behind him.
A gap immediately appeared in the Winter Wolves' defenses.
Brand brushed past Wade.
A Winter Wolf that lunged at the Centaur Elder was instantly bisected, its massive head flying upward in a spray of blood.
Wade looked up, seeing Brand's back, the Centaur Elder flicked the Blood Pearl from his War-hammer, giving a slight snort.
Behind Brand, the Centaur Army, led left and right by Qian and Kulan, followed like a wedge into this gap.
Under the massive impact, even the Winter Wolves couldn't resist and, without the impact, could only retreat step by step. Then Lopar's Fire Claw Lizards and Otin's Knights entered the fray from the left and right wings.
The gap in the center of the wolf tide was finally torn wide apart—Brand swung his sword forward, a white sword wind sending several Winter Wolves flying. He looked up and only then realized he had cut straight through.
A clear path lay ahead.
They had broken through!
Brand took a deep breath, turned around, saw Kulan and Qian coming through the passage he had opened with the Centaurs, followed by the Tree Elves, and lastly, Erune's Knights and Lopar's Fire Claw Lizards.
But his gaze extended backward, and his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly—Wade and his Centaur vanguard had not followed—the Centaur Elder raised his War-hammer, motioning for the remaining members to rally to him.
The Centaurs formed a wall once more.
They were covering the retreat.
With their lives.
"Wade!" Brand was taken aback; this was not his original plan.
But the Centaur Elder merely glanced back, and then he raised his hand, making a gesture in this direction. Almost no one on the field understood the gesture, but Brand and Queniel did.
It was the common language of the Forest's Children.
"We are the Forest Sons—"
At that moment, Brand suddenly held his breath and closed his eyes.
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