The Amber Sword

The refugees accompanying Brando fled to Silver Sparrow Mountain before sunrise, and indeed, as Brando judged, the Undead Army did not catch up after they defeated the Undead Repellent Cavalry. Because low-level spirits and vampires will lose a lot of fighting power throughout the day, Brando guesses they won't let the Skull Sea thrive in the sun until they completely destroy the White Swordsmen.

However, as the dead occupy several cemeteries in Riedenburg, it is believed that the force will grow, and by the time Tagus arrives in Dragus, north of the area, it will have expanded by as much as 100,000 troops, five times the total strength of the Goran-Elson region.

The number of refugees has grown to four or five hundred after absorption, with long teams of wagons and heavy mules stretching half a mile between Mount Ginkgo. Refugee groups became somewhat angry only momentarily when some sought out relatives separated at night before and after the ranks.

Miss Merchant snuck off the carriage in the middle of the day and is now sitting in a cargo paddle with her baby bag telling stories to some furry kids - but she doesn't want to make a scene, making the staring eyes of a few little guys go crazy.

She was talking about how Brando was so calm and intelligent, she suddenly saw a man and a woman riding up from behind her horse from afar, scared her little face and lowered her head unconsciously.

Brando slept for about three hours, the only time he had slept in a few days, but he couldn't help but smile and shake his head after thinking about Madara's army - he quickly and repeatedly confirmed that the sneaky girl was Roman:

“How did you get out? ”

“I'm bored.” The businesswoman answered with a low brow.

“It's dangerous out there, Roman," Freya frowned, staring at her best friend, worried, "What do you want me to tell Aunt Jenny? ”

“There's nothing dangerous about it. I'm telling them a story.” As soon as Roman mentioned this, he frowned and danced.

Several kids nodded in haste.

“Now we're not talking about what you're doing," Freya sighed. “Do you have any idea how nervous you are? ”

Brando looked at Roman with some laughter: "What story are you telling? ”

“It's about Brando. ”

Brando waved to her, indicating she was coming. Miss Merchant stunned slightly, doubtless there was him, but the young man grabbed him by the side of the carriage, pinched his face, and rubbed him hard to teach him a lesson: “--Listen to Freya, be careful of your own safety, understand? ”

Roman made a whining noise and pressed Brando away, raising a pair of little eyebrows: “I... ooh... I know, come on... let go! ”

Then she quickly retreated to the other corner of the carriage, staring vigilantly at Brando, patting her chest and looking palpitated.

Brando smiled at himself and felt really good. But he turned around and saw that Freya was looking at this side with envy, but the horsetail girl's face immediately turned red. Don't turn around and say, “Old and shameless, I don't care about you two...”

She left the phrase and ran away by herself, leaving Brando alone there - wondering how she got into the mistress again. And he was stunned there, and Mano and Retto came looking for him.

They approached him to draw personnel from the refugees to form a self-defence group. In fact, since the arrival of refugees in the Silver Sparrow Mountains, the surrounding terrain has become complicated, with massive cold-fir stretches in the hills and very poor vistas from the outset - not only against possible Maddalene spiritual agents, but also against bears and wolves in the forest. Moreover, the number of refugees continues to grow, and even though Brando threw in more than 30 riders, it is not expected that there will be any splashes.

Besides, he puts the riders out for reconnaissance in the forward fan range, making the hands tighter.

Fortunately, Eruin also has a very large number of men who have both completed militia training and dared to come forward to fight. Brando has more than thirty black swords just collected from the skeleton riders, one by one, and it's okay to arm forty or fifty people.

Reto and Mano placed them on both sides and in the rear, allowing them to patrol mainly to maintain order and security in the refugee corps. But it's a simple thing to say, and it's a hassle to do, because they've been busy for half an morning, and Letto's just here to report on the results.

And Mano had a different purpose, and he and Charles took care of all the armor collected from the cavalry last night and handed it over to Brando.

Most of them are cracked metal rings, with only a few pieces of metal. Brando picked each of them up and looked into the sun, then touched the inside of the metal ring with his fingertips. He quickly found the familiar crest, an eye.

Brando put those pieces of armor back in Mano's hands, and he said, "Looks like there's an army of dead maggots behind us, just like in history.”

He suddenly saw Mano looking at himself with suspicion and coughing, “Dead Maggots, he's a half-zombie. Among Madara's military generals, he is particularly good at concentrating on quantitative advantages, but he likes to march at night, and then you'll see the army of zombies all over the mountains. ”

Brando's words made Leto and Mano look at each other, and they didn't know why Brando knew Madara so well, but it didn't look like he was talking. Not to mention the fact that this young man has won the hearts and minds of their old mercenaries since the war last night.

But Brando stopped and looked up at the sky. There are several black dots in the southeast sky far away, and it is not known whether it is the falcons in the mountains or the skeletal vultures of Madara. But he soon stopped looking like this, and as a standard reconnaissance soldier for Madara, things like skeletal vultures are unprotected - they have excellent eyesight, and the Undead Wizard can understand every move on the battlefield through them.

In the last few years of the first century, between 421 (the year of Mao Lin) and 426 (the year of the stars), especially the Battle of the Sloped Forest in West Fah, Madara's skeletal vulture was so wild that the players could not send the Flying Dragon Cavalry to disperse. It was the height of Madara, almost to the limit of military naval tactics.

But it is not that they have no way of summing it up in years of combat, for example, in these forested mountainous areas, which cover extremely high mountains, where skeletal vultures are severely weakened and where the monotonous colour of their operations makes it difficult to distinguish between complex terrain. Not to mention that Brando's 400 or 500 people, which is about a thousand or 2,000 people entering deer hunting hills, have no shadow whatsoever, just like stones thrown into the ocean.

That is why Brandolph chooses to enter the Silver Sparrow Mountains in the House of Representatives rather than the Spikestone Valley, which walks better with a large group of refugees. He didn't say it because he feared that these skilled mercenaries would turn a blind eye, and although he'd rather believe that these people were still bloody, he couldn't help but think...

Brando thought about it and went on to say, "Marcus loves to march at night, but he won't be idle all day. He would use a squadron of elite ghosts and demons to drive out the refugees, but now the first thing he should do is defeat the White Swordsmen. I just don't know where Luc Besson should be right now. ”

In fact, Brando was most afraid of being discovered by a bone dragon, and he knew that Tagus should have three bone dragons in his hand, which would be a disaster if found by a bone dragon in an open area like the valley. But Tagus should spend some time in Riedenburg, occupying the cemetery there, and he should hurry to expand himself, because the biggest nails have been pulled out - from Riedenburg to Dragus, through the Spikestone Valley, unobstructed.

Brando said, couldn't help but look at the direction of the valley. At this time, he had become a generation of young generals or rising stars in the eyes of Leto and Mano, and even his eyes had to be slightly different.

Though they are mercenaries, they do not necessarily want to be noblemen in their hearts. Only God knows that Brando is nothing more than a phony nobleman - although the young man has deliberately corrected Charles's call once, he can hear the latter calling him 'master' with a decent attitude, and he has a creepy feeling, rather than acquiesce to it now.

He thought about it and could only blame the 'factory setting' for not setting it up.

After a busy morning, the whole morning was safe and sound, but the refugee population grew larger and larger. In addition to a convoy of refugees caught up from behind, some refugees fleeing the valley were integrated, bringing news in that direction, and Brando was sure to be right. Margus' Corpse Ghost, Ghost Squadron and three Kabbas' Skeleton Army were fighting hard over there with the White House Army, and it was expected that they would be able to separate victories in the evening.

Once the refugee force had expanded to around a thousand people, Brando in the middle stopped them to make a meal out of time. Fortunately, most of those fleeing from the north of the city had plenty of time to carry some essentials because of the north-west and south-west urban areas attacked yesterday when Madara entered the city. Brando was not needed for the time being to worry about food.

But young people aren't unprepared, and deer hunting forests are a natural food reserve in his eyes. In addition to highly aggressive bears and wolves, there are wild boars, deer, badgers and rabbits in the forest, and there are plenty of pine nuts to collect, as well as mushrooms and vegetables in the forest. As long as you have a heart, it's not a good idea to feed a thousand people here, but it's okay to make sure it's warm.

And around 3: 00 p.m., the riders out front finally brought Brando his first message. It's not about Madara--

It's someone who wants to see him.

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(PS. Last minute, finally. This chapter should have been written this afternoon, who knows it's happier to come home this New Year's Day and eat a little bit more, and then your stomach aches a little better at night. Don't eat and drink. = __ =!

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