The Amber Sword

After leaving the valley, the refugee corps headed east, lacking open fire, and the entire long corps immersed itself in the darkness.

The team occasionally winds in the mountains, looking at the dark, lacquered hills, and is the tip of the cedar to which the film yearns. Without the stars, it is difficult for anyone to see the direction in such an environment, and those behind tend to follow only passively the front line, one after the other, which is made up of ordinary citizens - although fearful emotions make them more aware, it is inevitable that the bells will ring as they move forward.

At Brando's direction, Freya divided the refugees into several regions, each with two backbones responsible for maintaining order. Freya tells these little citizens what to do, and Brando tells them what's going to happen if they don't - so that they can barely restrain the whole team.

But a few experienced captains were less worried, and Leto and Mano had a lot of experience fighting, telling Brando that sound was not too far out in the bustling woods and that up to one arrow would become a whisper.

The White Swordsmen's Voron Tower listens to the wind sweep through the hills, and the noise of trees has long overwhelmed all other sounds, telling Brando that hearing is not as effective in this environment as it is visually.

Brando's side ears heard the wind, coming from afar, as if it were Matsutao, and as if it were a bunch of birds in the cold fir forest, making a squeaky sound, but when listening carefully - there was no smell: light, long, as if a group of wonderful instruments were playing in the mountain wind; and like a mysterious whisper, as if an unknown presence in the forest was telling the world what to say.

In the Goran-Elson and even throughout the southern realm of Eruin, whispers in the forest are described as bewitching whispers, and legend has it that many people never return to the forest because of witchcraft.

These legends are certainly not enough to believe, but there is a strange sense of mystery in their taste at this moment.

Brando took the horse to the side of the team, and he followed the other mercenaries. Because each person has only one horse, riders try to save the horse's strength in preparation for any battle they may encounter at any time. Though the world's horses are extraordinarily robust and about 20 percent more physically powerful than ordinary horses, the cavalry, in fact, rarely use horses as horseback riders, because in the wars here - they are equally too ‘weak’.

They're already about ten miles east of that valley, actually out of the boundaries of Mount Silver Sparrow. It's not like a highly civilized society, and the smallest mountain, for example, has a code name, and Brando doesn't know what it should be called.

It should belong to the southeastern part of the Buck Hill, but deviates from the avenue, where no one smokes and where hunters pass only during the hunting season, so hunters' huts can sometimes be seen in the mountains.

Brando had already released the Stone Ghost and let it go in a southwest direction. At the same time, the scouting cavalry retraces along their path.

About half an hour, the message came back. The two skilled mercenaries were pale when they saw Brando, and they found bone skeletons halfway across the mountains.

Brando can guess the scenario:

When you see an ocean of gray, white, forest skeletons slowly emerge from the top of the mountain, and then you wander a little bit across the forest, and as it drifts down, there's only one 'noise’ left in the mountain, and it's really shocking.

So while he was soothing the two mercenaries to go down for a rest, he said to others that the bone skeletons were weak, so that they would not lose their temper because of the imminent danger.

He sent another scout northwestern--

Brando knows the habitual layout of Madara this time of year. Layer progression, flexible mobility and overwhelming control, can be supported from front to back. This tactic is designed to take full advantage of the number of Maddala's Undead Army - in fact, in the early days of the Black Rose War, the Dark Lords once built on this tactic with good middle and lower commanders.

But it has a fatal drawback.

That's the eye. Once ghost support is lost, there will be a huge gap between Squadron and Squadron, especially in mountainous areas like this, which can easily be sliced through by opponents. And another weakness is that if the commander is too inferior, this arrangement can easily create a classic 'refueling tactic’ situation.

Of course, Madara's daring to adopt such an arrangement before the Second Black Rose War is also an expression of self-confidence, and there are too many talents available to them in this era.

On the other hand, in this day and age, there are not many means of discovering ghosts in themselves ——

Brando just ‘happens’ to know one.

He couldn't help but look up at the hillside...

* * * * * * * *

Mano travels through the cold woods with militias from the militias of the Self Defense Corps - a skilled mercenary who constantly turns back to the beautiful white stag in the valley below - and Brando tells him where the terrible dead are hiding.

Mano was skeptical about it, and if he wanted to fight, he had to follow the rules, not be as mysterious as a wizard. Just as at this moment, they had left the refugee squad far behind, almost a mile away, but the animal still did not respond at all.

But just as he was about to curse his mother, he saw the elegant creature suddenly turn his head in one direction and use his hooves against the ground to reveal a restless deity.

Over there!

Mano immediately pointed the machete forward, allowing the others to jump quickly.

That direction was a cold fir forest that was not very different from other places, but they had just surrounded it from the left and the right, and a glow emerged from the woods, like a miserable white shadow, and then gradually formed a halo of a floating human figure.

Isn't that a ghost, Martha?

It wasn't just the militias behind it, even Mano himself, but the pale shadow had sent a tsunami of teeth and claws at them.

The squeaky tsunami made everyone freeze inside, but instead silenced the voices in the woods all at once ——

Mano felt that he had never fought such a strange battle in his life, and that ghostly blurred face had a moment like so many of his past comrades, but he hurried to shake his head and throw it out of his head, and Brando told him: It's all a hallucination, don't let it get you on with it.

He doesn't dare question the young man at all right now, and the scene in front of him is really weird.

Mano tightened the machete in his hand.

The snowy blade brushed and swung, and the blade passed through the ghost's body, yet immediately formed a layer of ice. Mano's poor consciousness and lack of a real sense of blow suggest that his knife has been emptied.

Ghosts are between body and substance, and a half chance of physical attack is lost.

Mano hasn't had time to make a big evasive move, and his pale fingers have reached out to him - he's over his head at a critical juncture, letting his elongated fingertips go through his shoulders.

The sophisticated mercenary immediately arrived with a cold bone on his shoulder, as if his entire left arm was completely unconscious.

“Attack, you bastards!” He slipped right and shouted at the frightened militias. These citizens reacted and speared at the ghost.

Three spears went straight through the hidden shadow, but the other two put the ghost up and let it scream.

Mano's odds bounced off the ground, slanting a knife towards the pale light. This time he was lucky, a knife in the essence of each other's soul, the power of the Black Iron Swordsman exploded instantly to make that ghost scream and then the smoke dissipated--

Everyone was relieved and couldn't help but sit on the ground with their hands and feet soft and nobody spoke. In fact, even Mano, a veteran, was a little bit of a relative.

But there's only one thought in his mind right now: how did that young man know that?

* * * * * * * * *

The young man retracted his sight, Mano and Barthom did well, and he had to be fortunate to have these mercenary veterans under his command, otherwise he would have some trouble dealing with these middle-class spirits.

But the Soul Statue (White Deer) is actually an unusual exorcism, but it only takes a certain imagination to connect it militarily - Brando couldn't bear to look back at Freya, which was actually invented by this goddess.

Is this plagiarism?

But in any case, Madara lost sight of these ghosts, who are bound to feel unwell this evening. Perhaps the spiritual wizards who control them will soon discover that the ghosts they sent have disappeared collectively in some direction, but that does not mean anything - they still need to verify and wait again for news.

An hour or two, enough for him to do a lot of things.

The Stone Ghost continues to fly southwest, and Brando finally sees a skeleton cavalry passing through the woods. He didn't know if he'd missed anything else before, but it must be the front line of investigation for a column.

So he found another skull cavalry three minutes later.

Meanwhile, Madara's tactical features of the period coincided with what he thought in his mind. He allowed the Stone Ghost to cross several mountains in a direction along the ridge. Indeed, he soon saw an army of dark skeleton soldiers in the valley.

About 200 units, a squadron.

Stone like a ghost continues along the valley, exactly as he envisioned. Brando immediately found two more squadrons - although he couldn't see which one they were supposed to belong to, none of the commanders of the Maddala squadron ranks were provocative during this period.

He thinks‘ White Knight 'Alberton and Wesa should not be in such a backward position, but should always be one of Deen, Gulob or‘ Blood Witch ’Redios.

Two lords, five columns, approaching the size of 10,000 dead spirits, concentrated in hills less than twenty and thirty miles wide, the army of dead spirits actually began to push under the night ——

Time has become a little more pressing.

Brando also wanted to see how deep the area between the second and third floors of Madara was and where the other column was located, but the Stone Ghost had reached its maximum range. Of course, although he neglected Madden and Bresson earlier, saying that the Stone Ghost scouted the entire Butch area in a day, the fact is that the Stone Ghost is not omnipresent.

1: 05 a.m.

Northwest news also came in, and the elite forces of the ‘Dead Maggots' in that direction, as expected by Votaron, did arrive from the Tsim Rock Valley.

When the news spread among the mercenaries, everyone looked a little overwhelmed, and they had a little luck, but they didn't expect it to turn out to be the worst.

As a result, the refugee corps was besieged. Unless, of course, they can accelerate the northward sweep and escape that gap before closing.

But the mercenaries looked at the refugees, and then at Freya and Brando, knowing it was unlikely.

Everyone was a little silent for a while.

Freya grabbed the reins a little nervously and subconsciously looked at Brando.

And only Brando picked up the pocket watch, looked at it, and turned around, as if he never cared about the atmosphere around him.

He pulled out his sword and said to them, "Listen up, gentlemen.”

Young people's voices are strong and thrown out loud.

“We have two squadrons in the southwest, two to three miles away, and one squadron in a further direction. And each of the four Rebellion Cavalry came in those directions, and what I'm going to tell you is that we're going to kill two of them and attack one of the squadrons to open their mouths ——"

“We have to get behind ‘Dead Maggots’, just as we expected. ”

“We had two hours to do this, and two hours later we started hiding with Madara's army of the dead.” Brando raised his sword and pulled the reins to make the horse make a spin in front of everyone, revealing a derisive look.

“What, are you scared? ”

A raven was silent.

Everyone was stunned at this moment. How did this young man know all this? He's not going to open the river at the mouth, is he?

But Brando was unexpected every time, but most of them knew he'd never opened his mouth. Especially when he stood on his horse's back, lifting his sword to the southwest - every single word was as eloquent as it was when he took them to the battlefield.

As if his sword were pointing in that direction, that direction would be the path to miracles, which would eventually open up a path even if it were more difficult.

That is when the thorns split apart and left behind a path of blood,

Brando looked at these people and didn't say a word, just like he was fighting Madara with like-minded people. It has been said that he is the most qualified leader of the attack, because once he decides to do so, he goes nowhere.

Nobody said anything.

But all the mercenaries turned on their horses and brushed a metal friction.

“Everything for victory. ”

“Long live Eluin...”

(PS. First served today. It's a little sad to see friends in the book review area asking for tickets for updates.

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Speaking of updates, you can also see how hard I work. I don't have the paperwork, I do my best every day, especially for the outbreak of these days, and I've squeezed almost all my spare time.

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