“Princess of Monroe is absolutely right. Our Sword Clan fully supports her decision!”
Suddenly, a young man spoke up.
This man was none other than Alexandre Leite, the eldest son of the Sword Clan. Representing his clan, Alexandre had joined Amerosia in their battle against Great Lyria.
Seraphina smiled faintly and said, “If Great Lyria launches a final attack, I hope the Flower Clan, the Sword Clan, and the Jefferson family will stand with me.”
As she spoke, her gaze shifted to a woman in a white dress nearby. “Miss Lindsay, do you have anything to add?”
The woman in white was Lindsay Windson, representing the Jefferson family in this conflict.
Lindsay shook her head and said, “I have nothing to say.”
“Very well,” Seraphina declared. “This concludes today’s meeting. You may all leave.”
One by one, the attendees filed out of the tent.
Suddenly, Seraphina turned to Lindsay Windson. “Lindsay, stay behind for a moment.”
Startled, Lindsay paused. Once everyone else had gone, only Seraphina and Lindsay remained in the large tent.
Lindsay looked at Seraphina curiously. “Princess of Monroe, is there something you wish to discuss?”
Seraphina smiled faintly. “Lindsay, do you know Chris?”
“Chris?” Lindsay blinked in surprise, then quickly asked, “You know Chris, too?”
Seraphina nodded. “Yes. Chris is my father’s apprentice. He’s come to Aethelgard as well.”
“What?” Lindsay was stunned. She hadn’t expected Chris to be here, of all places.
That evening, campfires burned brightly across the Amerosia encampment.
Chris, dressed as an Amerosian warrior, approached the main tent cautiously. Based on his reconnaissance, Seraphina was inside.
As he neared, however, he noticed the tent was heavily guarded. Chris hesitated, then decided against entering for now. There was no rush-he’d already come this far.
For the time being, he chose to remain in the Amerosian camp.
Over the next few days, Great Lyria launched several probing attacks against Amerosia.
Chris finally got a good look at the Great Lyria warriors. Each one had braided hair and fierce, intimidating features. They were brave and skilled in combat, particularly adept at mounted archery-a challenge for any ordinary soldier to face.
Despite these probing assaults, Amerosia successfully repelled Great Lyria each time.
But soon, the attacks became more ferocious.
It wasn’t just ordinary soldiers fighting anymore; Aetherbinding practitioners from both sides joined the fray.
The sound of war horns suddenly echoed through the air.
“Woo!”
“Woo!”
“Woo!”
Seraphina, clad in white armor, emerged on horseback, leading a group of generals.
Seeing her, Chris couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “When I last saw Seraphina in the Amerosian palace, she mentioned leading an army against Great Lyria. Is she the commander of this war? And where is my master?”
Chris had been in the Amerosian camp for some time now, but he hadn’t seen his master, Archer Wintersong.
This left Chris deeply concerned. Was his master even here?
As Seraphina rode onto the battlefield, Chris’s worry grew.
After all, swords and arrows showed no mercy. What if something happened to her?
With that thought, Chris began to follow her quietly, prepared to protect her if necessary.
Suddenly, Great Lyria’s army of hundreds of thousands surged forward.
“Charge!”
“Charge!”
“Charge!”
In an instant, over a million warriors clashed in brutal combat.
The battle quickly escalated into a fierce and bloody struggle.
Great Lyria had unleashed nearly 500, 000 soldiers, while Amerosia responded with 600, 000 of their own.
Initially, Great Lyria had an army of 800, 000 and Amerosia one million. However, after several large-scale battles, Great Lyria had lost 300, 000 troops, leaving them with 500, 000. Amerosia had suffered 400, 000 casualties, reducing their forces to 600, 000. Together, both sides had already lost 700, 000 lives.
The ground at Shoreline Gate was soaked in blood, yet neither side retreated.
For Amerosia, retreat meant losing Shoreline Gate, allowing Great Lyria to advance unchecked.
For Great Lyria, retreat meant facing the harsh winter ahead. With snow blanketing the land, countless livestock would perish, and many of their people would starve.
This was a war neither side could afford to lose.
Beyond the massive armies, tens of thousands of Aetherbinding practitioners engaged in fierce combat as well.
Watching soldier after soldier fall in pools of blood, Chris couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.
War, whether on Earth or in Aethelgard, was always devastating.
At that moment, Seraphina led 3, 000 elite cavalry, galloping at full speed toward Great Lyria’s forces.
She turned to a nearby general and asked, “Commander Larkwood, where is the Great Lyria High Sovereign’s command tent?”
Great Lyria, being a nomadic people, referred to their ruler as the High Sovereign. This time, the High Sovereign himself was commanding the battle.
If they could kill him, the war would be over.
A man in armor stepped forward and said, “Princess of Monroe, the High Sovereign’s golden tent is thirty miles ahead!”
This man was from the Forest family, one of the ten great families of Pinkshire. He held the rank of commander. Incidentally, Chris had previously encountered Joanne, Commander Larkwood’s sister, in Pinkshire.
Seraphina frowned. “Thirty miles ahead? That’s deep in enemy territory. If we go in alone, it’ll be dangerous.”
Commander Larkwood quickly replied, “Princess of Monroe, it’s true this mission is risky. But right now, most of Great Lyria’s forces are engaged with our army. There won’t be many troops guarding the golden tent. This is our best chance to kill the High Sovereign and win the war!”
Seraphina shot him a cold glance. “You’d better not be lying to me. If you are, I’ll report this to the Emperor and have your entire Forest family executed.”
Commander Larkwood hastily bowed. “I wouldn’t dare!”
Seraphina raised her hand and commanded, “All soldiers, follow me to kill the High Sovereign of Great Lyria!”
With that, she led her 3, 000 cavalry toward the golden tent.
These 3, 000 riders were her most elite force, each one a Pinnacle-level Aetherbinding practitioner. They were a formidable unit.
Seraphina and her cavalry charged forward, cutting through the battlefield like a knife through butter.
Soon, she spotted the golden tent in the distance.
A smile spread across her face. “Follow me! Charge!”