His face betrayed no sign of amazement or impatience. Roland soothed his horse as he muttered fearlessly. Boulders, likely pulled along by five or six men, flew near Roland, destroying the earth beside him. As Roland tried to respond, the Sachstein forces began to flee. He was the Roland's right hand man, Olivier, who served as Vice-Commander. Leading the Knights, speaking to Roland with a smile, was a slim man. The cavalry turned their horses around, and the infantrymen began to flee. With Roland at the lead, the Sachstein Army collapsed. The Knights of Navarre ran down the steep slope together. Even if they killed Roland, they would be overrun. The Sachstein Army, having focused on Roland, failed to notice the soldiers surrounding them. They were the Navarre Knights who defended the western border. A Knight dressed in armor carried a flag depicting a horse head it was the symbol of Brune fluttering in the wind. Suddenly, a battle cry was heard atop the cliff. Even when surrounded by four or five people, not a single scratch marred his armor rather, only the dead bodies of Sachstein soldiers littered the field. Roland showed no fatigue, no matter how often he cut, nor did his sword become dull. Though infantrymen rained arrows upon him, Roland used his large sword to cut two arrows, while three bounced off his jet-black armor. Countless corpses fell to the earth, releasing unknown amounts of blood. The next moment, their spears passed through empty space their necks hovered in midair above a trail of fresh blood.Įvery time Roland swung his sword, the blood and a scream of a Sachstein soldier appeared. Two amongst the Sachstein cavalry rapidly approached Roland, thrusting toward him from the left and right. “May the God of War, Tyulare, grant us protection!” The man nicknamed after the God of War pounced on the enemy as a single horseman. Crushed by fear, a cry was heard from the troops of Sachstein. He charged at the enemy brandishing his large sword, wet with blood. His red corpse fell to the ground, his blood soaking the dry earth. The Sachstein cavalryman in blue armor facing Roland slumped over. The distance between the two shrunk quickly, a sound similar to thunder shook the atmosphere. Roland held the sword aloft, a large blade which would be difficult to wield with both hands by a common man, with his right hand alone. Roland unsheathed his sword as he kicked the belly of his horse. The man brandished the spear and made his horse run forward silently. A single horseman, covered in heavy armor, advanced carrying a spear with both hands. The Sachstein Army did not respond to Roland. The common soldiers did not understand that. Many Knights and Generals fighting beneath the Sachstein banner had lost their lives in the past five years. This knight easily had the power to match one thousand. With a force of three thousand, it was foolish to stand before them as a lone soldier. Rather than anger, soldiers from the Sachstein Army held fear. The sonorous voice of the Black Knight echoed through the desolate mountain path. I will do nothing should you choose to flee!” “Sachstein, it seems you have not learned the strength of this country or land from your prior experiences. In his hand was a large, deep black sword. His helmet, boots, and waving mantle were solid black. Many towers and boulders were visible.Īs they left the wilderness, the Sachstein Army entered a mountain path surrounded by cliffs. One thousand cavalry stood at the front followed by two thousand infantry.īehind them rang the shrill sound of oxen and horse-driven caravans and catapults. They had passed the border and were currently invading Brune. It was said the souls of the dead would be sent to heaven in peace by this entity, and it was the symbol of the Kingdom of Sachstein. Present on a flag hoisted above was the symbol of Furesburg. Three thousand soldiers roamed the barren wilderness which was devoid even of weeds. The one to lead the defense of the western border was Roland, the. Five, six years ago, Sachstein was defeated. While using childish reasons to fight, the results would be obvious with victory.Īnd so, the fighting along the western border did not end. Though the lands to the west held barren wilderness and steep mountains, there was no King who resisted the thought of expanding his lands. There were frequent skirmishes, especially with Sachstein. The primary relation between the neighboring countries was one of discord. To the west of Brune Kingdom lay the Kingdoms of Sachstein and Asvarre.
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