"What should we do then?" Char asked, causing Marlens to be at a loss.
"No matter, just follow the Lord's orders," Char glanced at everyone present.
"The Lord's orders?"
Brand had mentioned delaying Jandener's army from crossing the river for as long as possible, but back then Jandener's army wasn't as terrifying as it is now. It consisted of three full knight lords, nearly thirty thousand mountain people, not to mention Madara's undead eyeing fiercely from the sidelines.
Brand had promised them victory, but that was in the past. Can they still win now?
Though most who followed the young lord had near-blind faith in his words, the victories he promised almost never fell short. Whenever he advanced, the direction pointed by his sword invariably led to victory. The young lord resembled the most legendary heroes of ancient times; when he proudly declared he would triumph, victory was just a matter of when.
Yet at this moment, everyone present couldn't help but fall silent.
