The Amber Sword

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On the banks of the Gris River, the sky is getting a little brighter.

And in the woods, Vern hid under the shrub with the tiger birds, watching silently the noble army that was flying the flag of the woods roaring through the roads in the woods - not surprisingly, discipline was a standard not even a regular army in the kingdom could do.

Mercenaries, of course, are much better, at least with the consciousness of the ambush. Approximately hundreds of mercenaries are hiding along the forest along the banks of the Gris River, waiting for only the last noble soldier to enter the pre-set battlefield.

Hundreds of crossbows, long and short, are about to be targeted at prey entering their range.

“Although these guys don't look very combative," Tiger Bird looked out of the woods and couldn't help but say, "But scouting is quite sophisticated, just a little bit of field experience. ”

The leader of the Fire Regiment glanced at the guy around him, and he knew that the man had no name, only one nickname left.

Tiger, he's never heard of a bird like this--

“Just a little bit of field experience? You're the only one who dares to say that!” But Vern couldn't help but think about it.

Vern, as the former captain of the Cavalry of Karasou, saw much more than the average man, knowing that Sir Mintai's reprimand was also a first-class player in the regular army, but this man and the small group he led were amazing mercenaries.

He saw with his own eyes the mercenaries of Rubis face up to kill a group of noble scouts, jump, kill on horses, throw their bodies - even the bodies of the noble cavalry are now lying in the woods with only a gradual cold body temperature - but the dead cannot stand up and complain about the mercenary captain.

The former cavalry captain couldn't help but feel a little chill-- that level of courage and tacit cooperation made him wonder if these guys were really mercenaries?

And this guy is just a servant of that young lord, so, I'm afraid, not even a knight. Vern certainly can't guess where Brando is sacred, but that doesn't prevent him from making a judgment - as a skilled cavalry captain, he does observe a few details more than most people do.

On the day he took Groudin from Brando, he had come to realize before Utah and Kroncia that the young man was extraordinary; and he was also the first to suspect Brando's coming - a nobleman like Brando, who really didn't have to come to such a remote place in the countryside, did he?

So what's his purpose?

Vern looks like a big, big guy, but he's already acutely aware of Brando's well-hidden ambitions, which is why he reversed to this camp from the beginning.

After leaving the cavalry of Karasou, he worked tirelessly to create the mercenary corps, which certainly would not be an ordinary man. Vern had long sought out a man of his own loyalty among the nobles, but most of the time he could not see him, and most of the people who could see him were grudgingly disgusting.

Until Brando put the opportunity before him.

One beat for two people.

When Vern was caught in his own thoughts, the noble army had slowly entered the forest -

Sir Mintai slowed down after crossing the Gris River. Though the mob doesn't seem to have stayed, he's a very discreet man - it's all right to be careful.

But this caution is not based on an acumen of war and military nature, but purely on a cautious wing of character.

So when one of his youngest sons came after him, Sir Mintai was steadfast in letting his mercenaries and militias move in scattered teams along the roads in the riverside woods, and the noise of the soldiers roaring along the way annoyed him a little ——

But his restraint is meaningless, only for a moment at most.

Instead, he was somewhat satisfied to see the knights around him - knights all under his old boss, truly skilled warriors, even covered in armor, but calm eyes masked the forest surrounding the observer at all times - holding their swords at all times and keeping the necessary vigilance.

A true knight is a professional soldier who has a long history of war skills and is naturally different from others. Even their squire, the noble soldiers who follow the giant dragon beast rides under various banners, looks better trained than the mercenaries.

But it just looks like it.

The team was entering a narrow path between the woods, and our Lord Jazz instinctively frowned, but he was wondering if there would be any trouble next, but there was a sound of horseshoes behind him.

Behind the team were only his second son's men —— those were the men he personally assigned to each other, a total of fifty, and he wanted to be able to tease this guy for a while. However, it was unexpected that the other party would organize these people into submissive posts.

“What's new with that kid?” With this in mind, Sir Min Tae turned around and saw the familiar face that he had smoked in the corner of his eyes and chased up with several people on horseback.

Samuel really loves and hates this son.

As Caglis approached the battalion, he pulled the reins tight and slowed the horse down. The young man stood on the horse's back in the most standard knight position, as if he were a straight sharp knife, pushing some messy long hair aside in front of his forehead at will and exhaling.

“Dear Father. ”

“What's wrong with you? ”

The visitor laughed with a peculiar smile from the young man and asked: "Father, how long has it been since the scourge returned? ”

Sir Mintai realized the problem at once. But he was obviously reluctant to admit it, and he was somewhat unhappy to ask, "Why are you asking this? It's just a little late —— they probably went too far, you know, and my boys are always overworked.”

Caglis raised his head and looked into the forest.

“Not necessarily.” He understated.

“Son of a bitch!” Sir Mintai cursed secretly in his heart: "What exactly are you trying to say? ”

Caglis couldn't help but chuckle and stare at his father in a strange way: “Everyone says Sir Sir Sir is a careful man, but not necessarily -” He hasn't finished yet, suddenly found Sir Mintai's face getting gloomy, and the young man's insidious screaming is not good. Quickly change his words: “But Father, are you too bold to let the army continue into the forest, even though it is obvious that there is a problem with reprimand? ”

That being said, in fact, he didn't seem so worried. After all, the opponent is only a mob, and the mob is no more powerful than a mob.

Young people look up to themselves and naturally don't see Brando's mercenaries in their eyes.

Of course, if he knew what kind of danger was hidden in the woods not far away at this moment, he wouldn't think so --

“When's my old man's turn to teach you a lesson?” Sir Min Tae interrupted him with no anger: "Your boy was not born when I fought! ”

“Yes, Father, let the army stop first. ”

The jazz looked around and was a little worried. But at least he found a step down, and he raised his hand and the preacher immediately conveyed his order.

After a brief disturbance, the team stopped.

But it didn't stop. It stopped, and Caglis immediately discovered the problem before the veteran knights in the room. He looked up into the forest and frowned deeply.

It wasn't just him, but after the young man smelled the wrong smell, there were knights there who felt the same abnormality.

When the noisy soldiers stopped, they discovered...

The forest is too quiet.

……

Vern similarly frowned, and the nobleman parked a little beyond the ambush circle. With just a little more time, he could have started the offensive, but the matter was so suddenly suspended.

He took a breath and stared at every detail outside the forest. He thought about it and decided to wait a little longer. One of the most important things Vern has learned in his cavalry career in Karasou is that he must remain calm and calm on the battlefield, which often allows him to see the situation and win the final victory.

But this time he was wrong.

The tiger stared in that direction as well, and he had smelled something unusual in the air. As soon as the rider entered the battalion, the noble army stopped, which was not normal, and he first wondered if the other side had found these people.

However, the mercenary captain knew that he had to make a judgement, whether or not he was aware of it or not.

The cavemen have lurked 100 metres away from the noble soldiers - who, for the first time, have equipped themselves with the four-armed crossbows that humans have given them - something Tajib has always wanted to do, but Groudin has not yet been foolish enough to deliver the military materiel to his potential enemies.

Of course, when they join Brando's group, that's different.

A hundred meters away is a bit far for humans, and even the Black Iron Scale warriors cross that distance for a few seconds, let alone in the forest.

But that's enough for the cavemen.

At that moment, the tiger decided.

“Signal -” he commanded silently.

“Wait,” Vern said a little confused: “It's too far away, they haven't entered our ambush yet. ”

“We have an absolute quantity and strength advantage, and the ambush is just an addition," Tiger Sparrow replied resolutely, "but if we wait for the other party to react, the situation will be beyond our control. ”

“The Lord's desire to capture the Sir is the focus of this battle.” The mercenary captain continued.

Vern stunned, and that's how it reacted.

That's true.

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