At the end of the previous chapter, the appearance of the mysterious cloaked figures had stirred the calm surface of the battlefield, like a stone thrown into a still pond. Now, amidst the deafening war cries and the smoke of battle, Solomon shone like a brilliant star, drawing all eyes to him. His combat skills were on full display, proving his remarkable talents in the brutal theatre of war.
The Victoria family's forces followed Solomon closely, engaging in a fierce and desperate battle with the warriors of the Wild Wolf Tribe. Solomon's Starblade gleamed with a cold, icy light as he swung it in wide arcs, each strike sending blinding flashes of light, as if he were trying to tear apart the very gloom of the battlefield.
"Warriors! For the family, for glory—charge!" Solomon raised his sword high, his voice booming across the battlefield. The holy aura surrounding him surged like a tidal wave, infusing his blade with even greater power.
"Look! That's Solomon! He's like a god of war, unstoppable!" one of the Victoria soldiers exclaimed, awe and admiration in his eyes.
"With young master Solomon leading us, we'll surely defeat these Wild Wolf bastards!" another soldier said, gripping his weapon tightly, his spirit lifted.
Amidst the chaos of battle, Solomon made the acquaintance of many heroes from other factions. Eric, the Dragon Knight, soared through the sky on his enormous dragon, weaving in and out of the clouds like a bolt of black lightning, relentlessly attacking the Wild Wolf Tribe.
"Ha! Watch how I deal with these Wild Wolf scoundrels!" Eric shouted, swinging his spear with reckless abandon as he laughed.
"Eric, watch out for their archers! Don't get too close!" Solomon called out, noticing the Wild Wolf archers preparing their bows.
"Don't worry, Solomon! My dragon's too fast to be hit!" Eric responded confidently, skillfully maneuvering his dragon to avoid the arrows.
Meanwhile, the elf mage Lina stood at the rear of the battlefield, her hands weaving in intricate patterns as she chanted in an ancient tongue. Spectacular spells burst into existence, lighting up the sky like fireworks, causing significant damage to the Wild Wolf Tribe.
"Incredible! Lina, how do you do that?" Solomon asked, taking a brief respite from the fighting.
"This is the secret magic of my people. If you attune yourself to the natural forces, you too can master some of these wondrous techniques," Lina smiled as she answered.
"Perhaps I could try combining your magic with my holy aura. We might be able to create an even more powerful attack," Solomon's eyes gleamed with excitement.
"We can study it together. Who knows? We might even make a breakthrough," Lina agreed eagerly.
However, during a particularly fierce clash, Solomon found himself surrounded by a group of elite warriors from the Wild Wolf Tribe. Their eyes gleamed with a savage hunger, like wolves closing in on their prey.
"Die today, boy!" one of the Wild Wolf warriors shouted, raising his large blade and charging at Solomon.
Solomon quickly sidestepped, parrying with his Starblade and fending off the attackers, but more and more enemies pressed in. Blood flowed freely from his wounds, staining his clothes as he fought on.
"I can't fall here! I have my family and comrades to fight for!" Solomon gritted his teeth, his willpower and combat skills keeping him in the fight, despite his injuries.
Just when he felt he could no longer hold his ground, a sharp, resounding dragon's roar split the air. Eric, riding his dragon, swooped down from the sky, launching a fresh wave of attacks.
"Solomon, I'm here to save you!" Eric called out, his spear stabbing down like a storm of arrows.
"Thanks, Eric!" Solomon shouted, grateful for the timely rescue, and quickly regained his footing. Together, they fought back, turning the tide against the Wild Wolf warriors.
After an intense struggle, they succeeded in driving the enemy back.
"I owe you one, Eric. If you hadn't shown up when you did, I might not have made it," Solomon wiped sweat from his brow and said, his voice full of appreciation.
"Ha! We're comrades. Helping each other out is what we do. Besides, I couldn't stand by and watch you get beaten by these bastards," Eric said with a hearty laugh.
At that moment, Lina hurried over, her face full of concern. "Solomon, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just a few light injuries. But the three of us, we work so well together on the battlefield—soon, the enemy will be terrified of us!" Solomon said, looking at both of them, his eyes filled with confidence.
"Absolutely! This friendship we've forged, we'll stand together on the battlefield and create even greater glory!" Eric and Lina both said in unison.
From then on, the trio fought side by side, an inseparable force on the battlefield, their coordination making them a terrifying presence that the enemy dreaded.
However, after a victorious battle, as they celebrated their success at a feast, a mysterious messenger suddenly appeared before them. Cloaked in black, his face hidden, he walked straight to Solomon and handed him a sealed letter. With a cryptic warning, he said, "This is for you, Solomon. Be careful, a greater crisis is about to unfold…" before disappearing into the night.
Who had sent the letter? What secrets did it contain? And what was this greater crisis that loomed ahead? A sense of deep uncertainty gripped everyone, and the winds of war seemed to be changing once more. The battlefield, it seemed, was on the verge of an even more thrilling and dangerous turn.