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At this moment, the distant rumble of horse hooves and the clang of iron armor suddenly reached their ears. Chen Xuanfeng estimated it was at least a formation of a thousand cavalry, and the waves of noise from further away indicated the gathering of even more troops.

Simultaneously, Griffith also noticed the change.

"So, using these guys to delay my steps, then exhausting my strength with an endless stream of expendable troops, and finally delivering a fatal blow with elite forces—this is your tactic, isn't it? An old trick, but effective nonetheless," Griffith, with a thousand times more military experience than Chen Xuanfeng, naturally analyzed the situation in greater detail. Yet, he still smiled with composure, "Yet, you still gauge my strength by two-hundred-year-old information. Is it rigidity or sheer foolishness?"

Griffith's left hand, as white as jade, opened flat. He solemnly gazed at his palm, where a light suddenly emanated from within him, quickly condensing in his left hand. Then, a snow-white battle flag embroidered with an abstract giant eagle pattern suddenly appeared, fluttering in the wind in Griffith's hand. A tidal wave of momentum surged with the flag's every sway, and at this moment, Griffith's eyes also showed a hint of fervor. He mounted his horse, flag in one hand and sword drawn in the other, shouting to the sky, "The cycle of history ends now; the time of awakening is upon us. My brothers, the wings of the eagle, no matter how time changes or how unpredictable the world is, you, my steadfast guardians by my side, heed my call and return from your long slumber—"

Answering the eagle's call, a cry unheard for over two centuries cut through the fabric of time and space, resounding once again in the night sky of the "Golden City."

"For Lord Griffith! For the eagle!"

Blades, spears, and lances emerged from the earth's shadows, and resolute figures slowly rose from the night. The killing intent of countless battles and the clash of steel filled the air. In that instant, the battle flag sent tremors through the entire "Golden City."

Chapter 27 of the Heroic Wolf Scroll: The Proud Breach of the Capital

Forests of blades and spears, horses neighing like dragons.

The once glorious and later infamous eagle flags fluttered behind Griffith, whose white hair and divine beauty resembled a god's child. The "Eagle's Regiment," silent for over two hundred years, was reborn in this "Golden City."

"Are you kidding me? Wasn't the entire Eagle's Regiment sacrificed to the Dark Demon God?" Chen Xuanfeng had already retreated twice, now two streets away from Griffith. To get a better view, he climbed onto the roof of a three-story building, ensuring he could see Griffith's movements without getting caught in the battle.

"It seems the records were flawed, or perhaps this 'Eagle' found a way to reclaim his comrades from hell," said Li Jia, the artificial girl who had memorized the entire library of the Light Temple, standing beside Jin Luosha.

Jin Luosha was also amazed to see the legendary troops reappear. Staring at the forest of battle flags, she analyzed, "It seems the loyalty of these warriors to the 'Eagle' has not diminished at all. At least we can be sure that Griffith did not betray his subordinates as heartlessly as the legends say."

At its peak, the "Eagle's Regiment" had three thousand men, and after being knighted, it once expanded to tens of thousands. However, only about three hundred knights appeared here now. Unlike the regular knight regiments of the Temple or various kingdoms, these knights wielded a variety of weapons—swords, spears, hammers—and their armor was equally diverse, clearly trophies from different battles. Despite this, Chen Xuanfeng could still feel the immense pressure emanating from this single squadron of knights, a force truly forged from the blood and lives of countless enemies and comrades.

Moreover, Chen Xuanfeng and the others noticed something unusual: these three hundred ironclad knights, though undead from over two hundred years ago, did not resemble typical death knights. They had flesh and bones, looked normal, and their internal power, like Griffith's, was clearly of a holy nature, devoid of the deathly aura and dark energy typical of undead. It was evident that such a force, like Griffith, would not only be unaffected by light magic and divine spells but could even be enhanced by holy power.

A death knight regiment blessed by the Light God?

This confusing realization left everyone who noticed it somewhat at a loss.

However, Griffith had no intention of giving them time to adjust. With a wave of the battle flag in his left hand, the three hundred death knights behind him immediately formed a battle formation. The seemingly chaotic array of weapons unexpectedly combined into a perfect attack sequence, a tacit understanding born from countless battles. Meanwhile, in the distant night, the silhouettes of cavalry began to emerge, followed by ranks of heavy infantry, blocking every street in all directions.

"All forces, charge—"

Ignoring the disparity in numbers and the enemy's formations and equipment, the three hundred death knights boldly launched their charge under the guidance of the "Eagle Flag."

Though imbued with holy power, these three hundred knights and their mounts were still undead, allowing them to enjoy the unique strength of the undead, unbound by physical limitations. In less than a hundred meters, they reached their peak speed. The "Golden City," proud of its streets wide enough for eight carriages side by side, now became the stage for these knights. As they charged, the death knights naturally adjusted their formation, forming waves of ten knights per row, crashing like a tidal wave into the human troops' positions.

These newly arrived encircling forces were not the Temple's direct troops but the "Golden City's" own city guard mercenary corps. Though called a mercenary group, they were entirely formed by the "Golden City" and fought solely for it. As one of the wealthiest cities on the mainland, the "Golden City" spared no expense on its guards, hiring numerous battle-hardened veterans as instructors and equipping them with weapons and armor surpassing even the Temple's knight regiments. Thus, this "Gongus Mercenary Corps," though only eight thousand strong, boasted the strength and achievements of a tens of thousands-strong elite knight regiment. Historically, they had even achieved the glorious victory of five thousand soldiers defeating eighty thousand enemies, earning them the title of a true iron army, rivaling the fame of the "Eagle's Regiment" from two hundred years ago.