Under the night sky, Sylutia rode forward. The fortress not far away was under night fire Burn, and there were fighting figures everywhere on the city walls.
"The one ahead is Split-Axe City, sir." A Regas cavalry followed closely beside her and told the young girl the information.
"How is the situation there?" Sylutia asked.
"We received a report from Eagle Training. There are many troops stationed in the city at the moment, and they occupy many commanding heights. We are fighting very hard, and I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for long."
"I understand."
Sylutia leaned down, took out a fragrant carrot, fed it to Hyacinth Horse underneath him, and then took out a few red currants and stuffed them into its mouth.
Attached to Hyacinth Horse's ear, the girl whispered instructions.
"There will be a lot of things tonight that we need to deal with together. Let's run hard. I believe your potential is far more than this."
Chewing the food in his mouth, the white Hyacinth Horse neighed in the night wind. Its limbs kept lifting and falling, and the speed became faster and faster. Finally, it turned into a white comet, stood out from the team, and rushed towards the cliff fortress in the distance.
In the wilderness, nearly a thousand cavalry galloped on horseback. They followed the girl, followed her back, and rushed towards the Burn fortress city.
These cavalry came from various towns in Regas. Some of them were Regas people who resisted Anti, some were Baiyan cultists who followed Descender, and a small number were Anti Soldier who were surrendered by Sylutia.
Although Sylutia shattered their front to suppress the Regas people, it also rescued them from the hatred of many Regas people.
"I know that you don't want to die in a foreign country, and I also know that you actually don't have much right to make your own choices. If you still want to live, just follow me and fight for me. I can promise you that you will all return to your hometown alive."
In the light of Burn, facing the Regas people all around them holding gun blades and full of hatred, these desperate Anti Soldier people could only kneel down on one knee and pray for the protection of this strong man.
The charm of a person is something that is difficult to describe. Perhaps the exquisite appearance can make most people's hearts flutter, but the figure holding a sword in the battlefield and easily tearing apart the enemy's formation time and time again is also so desirable.
That power, simplicity, and glory of victory are like the brightest gems in the night, attracting countless figures to follow.
In the dark night, the girl climbed onto the city wall, her figure passing lightly, the blade in her hand kept flying and flashing, cutting off the thrusting steel spear, piercing Sturdiness's heavy armor, sparks shattering, iron filings disintegrating, and the enemies standing in front of her fell down one by one.
Knight, who was guarding Split-Axe City, was wearing heavy black armor, holding a two-handed sword, and stepped forward. The eyes in the gap in the helmet locked on the girl who rushed up the city wall.
The mighty sword slashed down vertically, and the air waves it brought up made the cheeks of the surrounding soldiers hurt.
For the first time, the girl stopped, held the sword in both hands, and held the slashed sword. Sparks flew across, and the blade brought up debris. Then the two fought again. The two-handed sword held by Knight showed a silvery cold light, and a dangerous aura overflowed.
This time, the long sword in Sylutia's hand broke, and the broken blade scratched her cheek, leaving a trace of blood behind.
After dodging away, Sylutia threw away the broken sword and stared at the powerful heavy armor Knight. Starlight flashed in her eyes. She slowly raised her wrist in her black sleeves, and a golden long knife emerged from the void and fell into her hand again.
Then the girl took action again, and the golden blade followed her figure in the night wind, flipping and dancing, like overflowing golden light, appearing in the black skirt and sleeves, and golden knife marks also fell on the heavily armored Knight, one after another.
Until a certain moment, these golden cracks were all shattered by another chop and scattered from the city wall.
With a bang, the heavily armored Knight knelt heavily on the ground, his head lowered, and he slowly lost his breath. At this time, a wisp of dark red blood slowly flowed down from his eyebrows.
After the most powerful defender among Split-Axe City died, the remaining Anti Soldier no longer had the intention to fight and began to flee and retreat.
At this moment, the image of the black-haired girl standing on the city wall holding a knife was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.
The city gate slowly lowered, and the cavalry galloping on the wilderness rushed into Split-Axe City, and they shouted loudly.
"Surrender without killing!"
"Now, we Regas people will take over this city. As long as all Anti people put down their weapons and raise their hands high, no one will harm them!"
Their voices spread throughout the city, and the sound of galloping horse hooves broke through the darkness, ending the remaining fighting in the city.
Half an hour later, the Anti Kingdom flag at the top of the city slowly lowered, and the dark flag belonging to Regas slowly rose.
Then, the surrendered Anti Soldier were escorted out and gathered in the square. On both sides of the road here stood figures holding weapons. Among them were Regas people, as well as unfamiliar black and red robed believers, and even Anti warriors who did not change their armor.
At this moment, they seemed to have no distinction between countries and factions, standing with their heads held high. When all the captive Anti Soldier arrived in the square, a black-haired figure hurriedly walked over. She climbed onto the high platform of the square. At this moment, the soldiers in the square knelt down in unison to pay tribute to the king.
Such a scene shocked the captured Anti Soldier, and even many onlookers in Split-Axe City looked at the figure on the high platform in surprise.
No matter which direction you look at it, this is a girl with a delicate face and not a majestic look. However, the golden sword in her hand that is still stained with blood speaks a lot silently.
In the light of the pale golden fire, she put away the blade, and her clear and pure blue eyes slowly swept across the audience. Her voice was clear and soft, calming her unconsciously.
"Now, you have to make a choice, follow me to rescue more towns, or accept the justice you deserve and atone for your sins."
"If you follow me, I can promise to let you return home safely after everything is over."
"However, not everyone has this opportunity." Sylutia looked at the soldiers running towards him.
"Sir, this is the list we made after checking with the residents in the city."
After taking the list, Sylutia glanced at it and handed it to the scholar on the other side. He was also the person who had just been rescued a few hours ago.
"I am here to pronounce judgment on behalf of Lord Sylutia." The scholar said.
"Those named on the list are those who have committed unforgivable evil acts. You will be handed over to the local residents for punishment." After he finished speaking, the residents onlookers cheered loudly, and some even raised their weapons and fists.
Then the names were read out one by one, and they were detained by the soldiers of Regas. Soon these people were executed by the executioners who were local residents.
Seeing this scene, many Anti Soldier turned their heads, fear and joy rising in their hearts at the same time.
In the next two minutes, Anti Soldier at the scene could not bear the angry gazes of the surrounding residents. They lowered their heads one by one and declared their willingness to follow and pledge allegiance to this new king.
Sylutia knows that they don't have much loyalty and doesn't care about it. All she wants to do is to end this corrupt situation.
If these people escape, Sylutia will not care, as long as they no longer appear in her sight, and if they are willing to follow her, that is even better. She will have more power to solve the problem, and she is also confident that she will finally give these soldiers who have reformed their evil ways a place to stay.
Seeing these people taking the oath, Sylutia nodded and asked his followers to redistribute weapons and armor to the surrendered Anti Soldier, and give them war horses.
This kind of trust that was delivered immediately made Anti Soldier at the scene a little at a loss. Fortunately, there were already some seniors who set examples for them and told them what to do next.
"Now, everyone, mount up and follow me to the next city."
The city gate opened again, and a mighty team rushed into the night again, rushing towards the surrounding towns. The entire siege and reorganization process took less than forty minutes, which was incredibly fast.
However, that galloping figure has such a special charm that makes people willing to follow her and keep moving forward.
In the night, towns one by one were set on fire and then extinguished, and the flags on the towers also changed one by one.
Even if it is an illusory ideal, as long as someone believes and takes action, it can be realized, right?
The galloping team continued to expand, and they quickly developed a tacit understanding and discipline in the raids, until the last town in the southern border of Regas regained stability and changed the color of the flag.
At this time, in the distant night sky, the covering layers of dark clouds spread out, and a striking silver-blue light fog Beacon rose, and a strange and strange aura slowly descended into the world.
Sylutia rode out of the town behind him, looked at the Beacon light and mist rising in the distant mountains, and felt the "Alien Star" breath that was faintly calling him.
That is the headquarters of Hundred-Eye Cult, and it is also the last battlefield tonight, Sylutia thought silently in his heart.
"Now, let's move in the direction where Beacon rises."
"Yes."
The sound echoed through the dark night, and long knives were pulled out from their sheaths and stabbed into the sky.
The group of figures waved their whips and reins again and followed the girl into the night.