Being a knight is not easy

Chapter 377 Ambush
The massive rocky pass in Stranglethorn Vale in the south was once considered a natural barrier and boundary.

At this moment, in the blood-red twilight, it is like a rotten dike that has been eaten away by ants!

Countless military flags, embroidered with different family crests but densely arranged under unified command, surged across the dividing line that symbolized the collapse of the border, like a rolling, colorful tsunami!

Knights! Heavy armored knights are like moving iron walls!

So many that they made the earth tremble and cry out in agony!

Infantry! A massive array of heavily armored soldiers, like a gray curtain covering the mountains, their armor and weapons reflecting a cold, hard gleam in the setting sun!
Siege engines! Huge catapults and ballistae, like moving steel behemoths, were being dragged forward with great difficulty by countless slaves and vassal soldiers!
Logistics and supplies! The endless rows of heavy wagons and pack animals raised dust like a giant dust dragon lying on the horizon!

The elite griffin riders blotted out the sky, casting suffocating shadows in the air!
One! Two! Three! ... The allied forces, like a split torrent of steel, like a giant python baring its fangs, ruthlessly tore apart the land that had just been nominally "liberated" by the "black-robed men" along several main roads, aiming with unwavering certainty at the heart of the Holy Min Su Province!

That aura was an absolute force that was meant to completely crush, burn, and wipe the entire province, along with all the “rebellious” beings within it, from the face of the earth!

The intelligence returned like cold snowflakes: "The 'Iron Fist' Knights, personally led by Grand Duke Odom! Their size has exceeded three thousand heavily armored knights!"

"The 'Frostblade' mercenary legion, supported by the North Wind Chamber of Commerce, with tens of thousands of members, has broken through Redstone Pass!"

"The Marquis of Golden Shield has assembled the 'Cross Vanguard,' comprised of the private armies of twelve noble families in the southern border, with their sights set on the ruins of Norkshire, where William's main force is located!"

Every name is a boulder pressing down on the top of the pyramid of the nobility in the Middle Kingdom!

Each of these numbers is enough to drive any border legion to despair!
Faced with such a terrifying, all-out attack representing the deepest rage of a kingdom's ruling class... the newly assembled army of "black-robed men" within the Holy Min Su Province, mostly composed of hastily armed serfs.

Like a sandcastle before a flood! Like a candle flame in a storm! The ending was almost predetermined from the very beginning!
Chamberlain's fist, which he had just clenched in "understanding," trembled violently, and his knuckles made a slight cracking sound from the excessive force.

He stared at Robin's still-silent back, as deep as an abyss, his throat tightening, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Robin hadn't lied to him; the nobles' reaction was even faster and more intense than he had anticipated!

This is indeed... a final madness! And this impending cataclysmic torrent is not just targeting the man in black robes...

Robin slightly turned his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the direction of the noble alliance pressing in from the south, before looking further south at the hunting ground coordinates anchored by the gatekeeper—a place shrouded in endless rain and chaotic laws.

“Not fast enough…” His low sigh was almost inaudible, like an icy spring flowing through a frozen crack in a rock.

His figure appeared increasingly blurry in the dim light inside the tent, as if he might at any moment merge into the boundless darkness that held both destruction and rebirth.

The time left for everyone... has begun its final countdown.

“From now on, all you need to do is wage guerrilla warfare, using depth to buy time. You must know that the royal family is already on its last legs, and this is their last chance to fight back.” After Robin finished speaking, he slowly raised his head, a sly glint in his eyes: “As for us, we can just continue to fish in troubled waters.”

Chamberlain immediately understood and turned to go out to make arrangements.

Just then, the Ghost General came galloping over, still covered in dust, and hurriedly said, "My lord, the Central Plains noble alliance is approaching us. Shouldn't we plan our escape route in advance?" "No need to rush!" Robin shook his head slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips. "We can still hunt to our hearts' content for a while."

Night fell heavily over the wilderness bordering Hanksshire and Yotshire.

The cold glow of the waning moon barely penetrated the dense canopy of trees, casting fragmented spots of light on the edge of the flickering firelight of Count Sotra's allied camp.

Inside the camp, exhausted soldiers lay sprawled about, with only the blurry figures of sentries moving mechanically between the camp walls and the campfire.

The exhilaration of victory brought by days of chasing the scattered "black-robed men" had long been eroded by the tedium of the long journey and the inexplicable chill of being deep in enemy territory.

Count Sotra's order was correct—to rest and regroup the overly prominent front line, otherwise there was a real danger of being overwhelmed by the seemingly scattered but actually swarming black-robed men.

At the top of the tallest giant sequoia deep in the dense forest outside the camp, Robin's figure was like a shadow that blended into the tree trunk.

The cold, hard wind blew against the hem of his cloak, making a rustling sound, but then strangely fell silent before reaching the core of his body.

The military camp below looked to him like an anthill with a few campfires lit, clearly outlining defensive points, officers' tents, and gathering points of exhausted soldiers.

The demon general appeared silently on a thick branch below Robin, the stench of blood emanating from him almost tangible, yet suppressed by an intensely restrained chill. He looked up at the higher shadow, his dark red eyes like two flickering embers in the night: "My lord, I sense their weakness... that old fox's tail is right here. Can we make our move?"

Robin slowly raised his gaze from the brightly lit camp, past the layers of treetops, and cast it towards the distant horizon.

The deep, dark blue was fading at a rate imperceptible to the naked eye, while in the east, a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of pale light was struggling to seep into the thick clouds.

“Wait.” Robin’s voice pierced through the thin night fog, like a frozen ice bead, “Wait until the light is about to break through.” His fingertips barely touched the rough bark, his voice tempered with absolute calm: “Hunting, from start to finish, thirty minutes.”

There was no further explanation. The ghost's lips curled into a silent smile, as if one could hear countless subtle, yearning breaths licking sharp teeth emanating from the darkness.

Time becomes viscous and heavy while waiting.

The snoring, coughing, and crackling of the campfire below were exceptionally clear in the silent forest.

The sentry, rubbing his sleepy eyes, appeared at the breach in the camp wall, yawning widely.

hum!
The edge of the heaviest, darkest curtain of the sky was suddenly torn open by an invisible force, creating an even more distinct crack!
The pale yet sharp light of day, like millions of cold needles, suddenly pierced through the disguise of darkness!

It's now!

"kill!!"

(End of this chapter)