The order was quickly relayed, and the silent castle was instantly awakened by a tense and oppressive atmosphere of action.
Lind quickly donned his enchanted armor, strapped his gleaming longsword to his waist, and then began preparing the Light Vein Box for Nix.
Astaire arrived quickly after receiving the news. After listening to Lind's brief account and plan, he frowned, clearly feeling immense pressure.
"My lord, it's too risky for you to go yourself!" Aster said in a deep voice. "How about I lead a raiding party while you oversee the operation..."
“No!” Lind refused decisively. “Only if I go in person can I create a big enough commotion to make the Sassians believe that we are fighting back with all our might! Only I can protect the squad members as much as possible in the chaos and judge the timing to notify Nix of the operation.”
"The command of the castle is entrusted to you, Sir Aster. During my absence, you will be the supreme commander. Be vigilant and prepare for any possible enemy reaction, especially from the Orks! If I make too much noise on my side, they might also react!"
Seeing the unwavering resolve in Lind's eyes, Aster knew further persuasion was futile. He gave a deep knightly salute: "Yes, my lord! I swear by my sword and my life, the castle stands with me! May the Holy Spirit guide your path!"
Soon, Lind finished the enchantment, and a box with shimmering vein patterns appeared on the table.
"Nix, take this."
Lind handed the box to the kitten girl.
The box felt slightly heavy, but its warm aura reassured Nix, dispelling a trace of the chilling fear emanating from the Shadow Abyss.
"Wait for my signal."
"Yes, Master!"
Nix carefully blended the box into her shadowy space.
In the inner fort square, the ten selected members of the Silver Lance Knights team had already assembled.
They wore their signature silver armor, covered by cloaks as dark as night to conceal it as much as possible. Their eyes were sharp and calm, like daggers waiting to be drawn.
Linde walked up to them, without any unnecessary words, his gaze sweeping over each resolute face:
"Target: the flank of the Sassin camp! Mission: Create chaos! The bigger the commotion, the better, but remember, we are harassing, not launching a full-scale attack! Set fire to the tents, create panic, and draw the enemy's main force away! Strike and retreat immediately, do not linger! Understand?"
"clear!"
The ten men roared in unison, their voices suppressed yet full of power.
"Set off!"
Linde waved his hand and took the lead towards the passage leading to the hidden side door.
The heavy city gate quietly opened a crack, and Lind led his elite squad, silently disappearing into the darkness outside the city.
Nix, like a true shadow, followed closely behind them, using the shadows created by Lind and the others' movements as cover, and stealthily made her way towards the core of the enemy camp.
The walls of Greenburg stood silently behind him. Astaire appeared at the crenellations, his gaze fixed on the small squad that had disappeared into the night. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles white.
The night wind, carrying the scent of distant enemy campfires and a faint, cloying sweetness, brushed against my face, chilling me to the bone.
The calm before the storm has been broken; the deadly operation has officially begun.
…………
That night.
Linde led ten silver-lance knights, who, like lightning suddenly striking down in the night, fiercely penetrated the flank of the Sassian camp!
There were no bugles, no shouts, only the sharp whistling of blades cutting through the wind and the sudden burst of flames!
Linde took the lead, and the power of a Gold-level warrior was fully revealed at this moment.
The longsword in his hand was no longer an embellishment of aristocratic etiquette, but a scythe for reaping death.
Wherever the sword light passed, the simple barricades shattered like rotten wood, and the patrolling sentries died before they could even scream.
He was more like a precise and ferocious destructive machine, kicking over a burning campfire, sending sparks flying and igniting the dry tents.
The longsword, imbued with fervor, swept across, snapping the wooden pillars supporting the tent. The canvas billowed down, covering the terrified soldiers who scrambled to their feet inside. It was then ignited by lit oil lamps or campfires, transforming into a fiercely burning torch!
"Enemy attack!!!"
A piercing, distorted scream finally tore through the night sky, like a drop of boiling oil being thrown into water, instantly igniting the entire edge of the camp!
"It's a Kree! It's the Silver Lance Knight of Sutherland!!!"
In the chaos, a sharp-eyed Sass soldier, by the firelight, spotted the silver armor whose distinctive luster could not be completely concealed even in the darkness, and the spear tip that, illuminated by the firelight, resembled flowing mercury! Fear spread like a plague.
The Silver Lance Knights! One of the most elite knightly forces in the Kingdom of Sutherland!
Their appearance meant that Greenburg was not isolated and helpless, and that the Kingdom of Sutherland's counterattack might have already begun! This realization instantly chilled many Sutherland soldiers who were already filled with resentment and suspicion about the war.
"Stop them!"
"It's their main force! Their main force has come out!"
"Quickly! Request reinforcements from the central army! Hold them off!"
Panic quickly escalated. The previously relatively orderly flank of the camp descended into complete chaos.
Some soldiers grabbed their weapons and blindly rushed towards the area with the most intense flames and shouts of battle, while others tried in terror to get away from that death zone, pushing and trampling each other.
The officers' shouts were drowned out by the chaotic clamor. More tents were set ablaze by Lind and his knights, and the fire, fanned by the wind, spread rapidly, turning half the night sky crimson.
Linde deliberately suppressed his strength, keeping it on the edge of the gold level, but every attack precisely created maximum chaos and panic.
He was like the core of a deadly vortex, attracting more and more Sassin soldiers to rush towards him regardless of their own safety.
Deep within the camp, the reserve forces, which had been on high alert, were also mobilized. The long line of torches, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, frantically converged on the source of the surging fire and chaos on the flanks.
Just as Lind had predicted, the attention of the entire Sassan camp, along with the vast majority of its mobile forces, was firmly pinned to this sudden "hell" on the flank.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere became tense in the most central and heavily guarded area of the camp.
"What's going on? A fight has broken out on the flank?"
"What a commotion! Has Grinburg's main force launched an attack?"
"It looks like... the Silver Lance Knights! Damn it, what are they doing here?!"
The elite soldiers of Sass, who were guarding the core area, also heard the deafening shouts and saw the firelight that lit up the sky. Many of them showed expressions of surprise and uncertainty, subconsciously gripped their weapons, and frequently glanced in the direction of the commotion.
The originally tight and seamless patrol formation also showed a slight, imperceptible delay and gap due to the sudden and immense pressure and distraction.
In that very instant.
A shadow purer than the deepest night, like a weightless stream of water, silently "flowed" out from the shadow of a supply wagon, skimming the ground and swiftly sliding toward the heavily guarded core tent.
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