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But the one-eyed wolf, still breathing, continued its death throes, driven by its hatred for the blond youth in its field of vision.
For a time, Arthur and the one-eyed wolf were locked in a stalemate.
Arthur, pinned down by the one-eyed wolf, felt unprecedented pressure.
His body and mind are suffering from double torment.
Just as the one-eyed wolf's fangs were already poised to strike Arthur's face, the opportunity for advancement he had forsaken during the storm reappeared.
at this moment.
Arthur's indomitable will seized this fleeting opportunity for promotion.
In the moment between life and death.
The life force within Arthur surged upwards, condensing into a dazzling seed of life at the location of his heart.
This means that he has finally advanced to the Iron rank!
The moment the seed of life was born, it burst forth with vibrant life in return to Arthur.
Arthur felt an unprecedented power surging through his body.
It is a true Flame Aura, a Flame Aura born from the burning flame of an indomitable will!
The true flame wave was injected into Arthur's arms.
Arthur used his arms to push the one-eyed wolf's fangs away from him while continuing to swing the sword that was stuck in the wolf's neck.
Then, in the next moment...
"Bah!"
With a crisp sword ringing out, the one-eyed wolf's head detached from its body and, propelled by the residual force of the sword, flew into the air.
This is the end.
Tier 3 One-Eyed Wolf, dead!
Chapter 18: A Complete Victory in the Annihilation Battle!
Western Wilderness, boundary line.
The first rays of dawn shone upon this land, announcing the end of the first long night in the North.
As a sword-and-shield soldier from the Blackrock Militia beheaded the last Wind Wolf, the endless light rising from the horizon shone down upon the blood-soaked soldier.
The sword and shield soldier had delicate features and still looked quite young.
His blood-stained face was now full of exhaustion and pain, but it still revealed a resolute and iron-willed temperament.
His name is Lancelot, the temporary vice-captain appointed by Arthur.
After Arthur, the Blackrock Lord and commander, lured away the one-eyed wolf, all the new recruits on the battlefield obeyed his orders.
Before leaving, Arthur promptly granted them the healing effect of "Blessing of Mercy".
This allowed the militia recruits, led by Lancelot, to gradually escape their disadvantageous position in the battle against the remaining wind wolves.
When the last wind wolf fell to his sword, all the militia recruits present focused their attention on the young deputy commander, who was bathed in the morning light.
His brave and fearless performance in this battle caught the attention of all the new recruits.
On the border battlefield, 154 new militia recruits were divided into ten combat groups.
Each combat team faces three to four powerful adult wind wolves.
The combat team led by this young deputy commander not only quickly dealt with the three adult wind wolves they faced, but also swiftly provided support to other combat teams.
When a weaker combat team was once again overwhelmed by three adult wind wolves, Lancelot came to the rescue.
He single-handedly drew away the aggro of three adult wind wolves and fought bravely for a full minute, giving the combat team precious time to breathe and regroup.
Later, even when surrounded by three adult wind wolves, Lancelot remained calm and directed the other recruits who came to his aid to break the deadlock.
Lancelot applied his honed combat instincts and command talents to the real battlefield, instilling a heroic will and unwavering conviction into this militia regiment, which had only been formed for a month.
If Lord and Grand Master Arthur's "Blessing of Mercy" was the turning point in this border battle against the powerful Wind Wolves, then...
Therefore, the battle command and personal leadership of the temporary deputy commander Lancelot laid the foundation for the final victory.
Therefore, when the new recruits, who were fighting bloody battles on the border, witnessed this young deputy commander behead the last adult wind wolf, they had already removed the "temporary" prefix from his name.
And in the next moment.
Lancelot, the young vice-commander who had been the focus of attention of all the new recruits, relaxed as he realized that the battle to annihilate the Wind Wolves was finally over.
Soon, the feeling of exhaustion took over his body, causing him to kneel on the ground with a "thud".
No one was surprised by his fall, because his armor was the most damaged, and his flesh beneath it was covered with wounds of varying depths.
So, what has sustained him until now?
It is an indomitable and steadfast will!
Upon witnessing this scene, all the new recruits present were inspired by his will and, dragging their equally wounded bodies, walked toward the young deputy regimental commander.
People began to shout his name:
"Lancelot!"
Then, even more people chanted his name in unison:
"Lancelot!!"
"Lancelot!!"
Soon, amidst the rising calls, a human wall formed along the boundary of the Western Wilderness.
Despite the intense pain of the battle, everyone who formed this human wall cast admiring glances at the boy kneeling in the center of the wall.
From Lancelot's perspective, surrounded by new recruits.
He plunged his sword into the corpse of the adult wind wolf in front of him to keep himself kneeling rather than falling.
He raised his head, his vision extending beyond the wall of people to the distance.
The intense physical strain had already blurred his vision.
But in the blurry vision.
Lancelot seemed to see the handsome blond youth he had firmly followed riding a jet-black warhorse galloping towards him.
Lancelot confided in his hallucinations, murmuring:
"Lord Arthur, I haven't let you down, have I?"
However, this is not an illusion.
It was indeed Arthur; he rode his black-haired horse, Nightshade, back to the border battlefield.
Arthur's appearance delighted all the new recruits present.
Especially when he saw the pure white, one-eyed giant wolf head that Arthur was carrying.
Everyone recognized that this was the leader of the wind wolf pack, the most powerful and terrifying third-tier magical beast.
Everyone was deeply moved and looked at the lord and commander with admiration.
Arthur quickly arrived near the assembled human wall.
All the soldiers quickly moved aside to clear a path for him.
Arthur continued riding his black-maned horse, Nightshade, and finally arrived before Lancelot, who was kneeling down.
He set down the head of the third-tier one-eyed wolf, jumped off his horse, and approached Lancelot.
Arthur reached out his hand to the wounded Lancelot, responding to his expectation in a gentle tone:
"You have done very well, young man. You are worthy to be my knight!"
Upon hearing these words, Lancelot's tear ducts seemed to be stimulated, and large tears began to well up in his eyes.
next moment.
This soldier, who had fought valiantly on the battlefield without ever retreating an inch, burst into tears after receiving the approval of his staunch followers.
In Arthur's presence, he no longer seemed to be the iron-blooded warrior admired by all the soldiers, but simply a wandering boy who had finally found his place.
At that moment, all the new recruits present finally remembered the age of their deputy regimental commander, who was younger than almost everyone else present.
From Arthur's perspective.
At first, he was a little taken aback by the boy Lancelot's crying, but he quickly calmed down and reached out to pat his head.
Soon after, Lancelot seemed to have vented his pent-up emotions and regained his composure.
When Arthur saw that Lancelot had stopped crying, he grabbed his hand and helped him to his feet.
At this moment, all the soldiers on the scene focused their attention on these two people.
One of them is the newly appointed Lord of Blackrock and leader of the militia, Arthur Field.
One of them was Lancelot, the temporary deputy commander who was selected based on his hard work in daily training and whose performance in battle was well-deserved.
Under the watchful eyes of all the soldiers, Arthur grabbed Lancelot's hand and raised it above their heads together:
"I, Arthur Field, in the name of Lord Blackrock, hereby declare a complete victory in the annihilation of the Wind Wolves!"
"Blessing of Mercy", activated!
As the victory was announced, a flower shaped by golden light bloomed from Arthur's raised palm.
In an instant, golden light spread and enveloped all the soldiers.
They were familiar with this golden light, knowing it was a precious healing blessing bestowed upon them by Arthur.
Instantly, all the soldiers felt a warm current flow into their bodies, and the intense pain and fatigue began to recede like a tide, making them feel incredibly refreshed.
"Arthur!"
“Arthur!!”
“Arthur!!!”
Arthur's triumphant declaration and the blessing of a miracle caused all the soldiers present, who had regained their vitality, to shout his name in unison.
Now, let's return to Arthur's perspective.
A series of indifferent voices from the Knight Lord System echoed in his mind:
[The battle to annihilate the Wind Wolves has been a complete victory. The host has received an S-level rating for overall chivalry performance for the first time, with +200 Virtue Points.]
[Blessing of Mercy (Lv.1; 0/100) grants the host's militia soldiers the power to turn the tide of battle, and grants 100 points of Blessing experience.]
[Blessing of Mercy upgraded to Lv.2 (0/500), the healing effect of the blessing is increased.]
Lancelot's loyalty increased to 65 (firm choice);
[Militia unit, 153 members, overall loyalty increased to 35 (deepened trust);]
……
Chapter 19 Young Master, Please Produce an Heir (Part 1)
Two days have passed since the battle to annihilate the wolf pack ended.
A village near the Western Wasteland within Blackrock Territory.
There is a towering tree at the entrance of the village, and several children around ten years old are playing and laughing under it.
"Ali and his brother Paul, who went to their deaths for the lord for money, have returned!"
One of the children noticed two familiar young figures approaching from outside the village. He stopped playing and called out their names.
Ali walked over, tapped the child who was spouting off so readily, and then retorted with a string of curses:
"You little rascal, do you even know that just two days ago, Paul and I were fighting a pack of wolves near the village to the death, protecting everyone's lives?"
Indeed, Ali and Paul are now two soldiers belonging to Lord Arthur's Blackrock Militia.
At the same time, they are also residents of this village near the Western Wilderness, where they grew up.
a month ago.