The Amber Sword

The seventh day of the month of sleep ——

After the first snow.

The harsh winter blocked the avenues between the mountains of Anlek and the countryside of Ambesseur. The lobbyists in Freeport wasted two months of their mouths in vain, but ended up futile. The cold season ended up freezing the volatile situation in the north. Two months ago, rumours of a violent war in the North eventually disappeared as if it were a rumor.

But those who can really see through all this understand that there is a deeper crisis hidden under this false calm. Silver-covered, frozen worlds are not silent, but bursts of patience.

The sword shouted and yearned for blood.

As if winter had sprung up, when the snowflakes had blossomed, it was not snow water, but blood water, which Brando knew very well. It's like knowing the black and white text in a history book.

But when the earth was tumbling down, there was a potential force beneath the snow. It was like a clear horseshoe through the forest, shaking the dirt —— when the old knight Parras led his knight on this hill in Mintai territory for the first time in the cold wind of Cesar —— and he didn't know that the battle that lit Tonigal had been transmitted through unknown channels to the desks of many dukes and lords.

At sensitive times, a single Mars triggers a situation where everyone thinks Her Royal Highness is at risk, but no one can imagine that this silver-haired little girl can only accept Brando's ‘kindness' now with a bitter smile.

So where Count Denel is going, it's going to be a long time.

But nobody cares about the fate of a chess piece.

Only when Princess Griffin got the information that Parras had begun to march on the Cold Cedar, she couldn't help twisting the parchment with two fingers and shaking it, smiling softly at Ovewell around her and saying, "Lord Ovewell, look who's going to win? ”

Ovewell bowed slightly: "Reason told me to let Count Denel win, but intuition told me not necessarily. ”

“What if we win? ”

“Then make Count Denel even less afraid to move. ”

“Lost? ”

“Alec would also have preferred to have Denel at least be neutral, which is exactly what the old guy--”

“In short, is it not harmful to us at all? ”

“If His Royal Highness could only realize that Count Denel would never be with us! ”

“Unfortunately, Mr. Makaro and Mr. Leewoods could not see this.” The silver-haired girl grabbed her snow beam with one hand and sighed.

Ouverwell did not answer easily, and in his view the cunning fox and Master Leewoods did not fail to see this, but for his own reasons; perhaps they thought that Count Denel was more reliable than at least one young man of unknown origin, and what Makaro meant was that he did not want the princess to have dealt with that young man more than he would have liked, and Sir Wolf could have felt it very acutely.

He cannot say these words, or they will create suspicion within the royal party, but he is confident that the wise princess will see them too.

“You say," Griffin's fine eyelashes lifted slightly, and she stared at the nearest minister: “Why would he do this simply out of so-called natural fondness for the royal family? ”

The girl shook her head again and her origins distrusted her innate fondness for this lack of interest: “I'm afraid not. ”

“According to His Highness, it is out of the ambition of the adventurer-”

“Ambition? ”

Princess Griffin blinked.

At this moment, however, Parras, an old knight standing in the cold wind, obviously did not know that a beautiful princess of the castle was evaluating the fate of both sides. The old knight lifted the mask with her hands full of old cocoons and breathed white air in the cold, looking at the foggy mountains.

Down the hill is the camp after the attack -

This is the sixth attack since this week.

Is the attacker a caveman or a caveman?

The old man's forehead was surrounded by almost one piece, and his old face was more like a knotted bark. Behind him, the knights came out of the woods, mostly in a glorious way.

They thought the ups and downs in the Mintai region were no worse than the Glahar Mountains they had fought for so long, and that the mob, as an enemy, was no better off than the Mountain God, to relieve themselves - more people saw this impending war as an opportunity to relax.

I never thought I'd meet a more difficult guy before I met a refugee.

“Are these fucking cavemen rioting?!” Some scolded angrily. Cavemen attack a wide variety of targets, not just military targets, and sometimes granaries and plantations are within their hunting range.

Though the army on the Denel side has not yet gathered, these ghostly attacks have alarmed the people in the Territory. The damage caused by the attack was modest, but Parras feared that it would delay the build-up of large armies.

In particular, it has recently developed into a camp where mountaineers gather, the second camp to be attacked.

The cavemen were fast in the forest, and when they attacked, the mountaineers were unprepared, as a result of which the monsters burst in from the north, killing and wounding many others, and quickly evacuated.

The complexity of the terrain in the forest, the inability of the cavalry to deploy, the inability to trace and the aggravation of the snow.

“How many people have been lost? ”

“Not much, a dozen dead, but a lot wounded. ”

“How much has been lost in total since this week? ”

“Nearly a hundred people,” the knight replied, "it's not a loss of battle. ”

“Why is there a loss of fighting?” Parras turns back and asks whether it is too early to leave the war, whether grass or other supplies are being mobilized much slower than expected, and mountaineers are gathering at a slower pace - less than one eleventh and two to date.

But what made him wonder was how he could have lost the war if he had never given any orders.

“As a result of a private gathering of hillbillies ready to retaliate, they entered the Mintai collar and were ambushed, returning only one or two people.” The knight replied.

“These idiots,” the old knight scolded, "how much have we lost in total since the first attack? ”

The knights looked at each other before they had an answer.

“More than 300 people. ”

“But for two weeks -” Parras shook his head, and the loss was acceptable to him. Because if he doesn't take the initiative, it's really hard for him to figure out what to do with it.

But in his view, it was the other party's last struggle.

Pallas has had enough information over the past two months, and those aristocratic militiamen who have fled Cold Cedar City have brought him useful information - for example, he knows that Brando has cavemen, probably hundreds or even thousands.

Hundreds of cavemen, over a thousand mercenaries, Pallas feels he is a steady winner if he is steady. Sir Mintai, the old man made a mistake he would never make a second time —— in fact, the old knight knew that, according to his character, he wouldn't even make a first time.

His hand snapped a metal blade handle and he heard that Caglis was also captured by the mob, in fact he had been worried about his student for a long time.

Parras' original plan would take about a month and a half, even if these mountaineers lost another 1,000 lives in the meantime, or even a third of them withdrew from the battle sequence, and he didn't care.

But the old knight understood that on the battlefield, that was not how the numbers were calculated.

Because if what he predicted was really happening, it would be a fatal blow to morale, not necessarily messing up the mountain people who stayed in the area.

He sees that the other party is pressuring himself to fight ahead of time.

But it was never as simple as that, and the ambushed mountaineers were a good example of the problem. Parras understood that he must not be impulsive, but on the other hand, the chatty mountain leaders also gave him a headache.

Those people are not making any sense, and the cavemen in the forest have even burned down a granary in Pallas since this week - which makes him wonder if there are any leaks on the side of Chaffrend, because it is only through that direction that the cavemen can be inserted into Pallas.

But Schafflund's scouts returned everything to normal, and he sent a second set of scouts to that end, and nothing unusual happened.

This can only make the old knight scold O'Kins for the Schafflund area, which is simply a sieve that anyone can infiltrate.

But he didn't think that if it wasn't for this sieve, his own people wouldn't necessarily penetrate it.

Parras touched his sword and eventually pressed the impulse in his heart, shaking his head: “Let's go back. ”

“My lord," the knights were confused: "Forget it. What about the cavemen? ”

“Let the mountaineers shrink their defenses, change the route of material deployment, and re-plan the location chosen by the granary. The enemy is in darkness, and we know it. We have to be vigilant.”

“But this will take too long, why don't we just beat them up and kill them! ”

“If you think so, your enemies will be happy," Parras replied coldly, "Madara's spirit, the mountain people, even food and other supplies are not yet in place! If you lose the Pallas collar again, let Lord Denel put his face somewhere...”

“We have thousands of people on our hands, and the army of the mountain people in our territory is getting closer to 2,000," the knight said. “Even if they add cavemen, they won't let our opponents? ”

“Sir Mintai, that's what you think of the old fool. Did you see what happened to him? ”

“But if we do, it will affect the time of assembly, my lord. ”

“Well, it would be better to drag it to Spring Moon - marching in the winter is not a good sign -" Knight Parras shook his head - and while this sporadic harassment was unharmed, it would be tantamount to slapping him in the face, even though he had no way to fight back.

He was a cautious man, and he seemed to be looking at it.

But the only confidence Pallas has right now is that he will never faint in anger and make the decision to leave early. This old knight thinks he is aiming at the other side as a trapped animal, so he has to fight steadily, trap the other side little by little, and not give the other side a chance to break the situation.

Now the shame, in the future he slowly finds it.

“Dragged to Spring Dawn Moon? Will the Count not blame you for so long? Three months, Martha's on. How much food does that take? ”

“My lord, if you do this, the Count will kill us! ”

“Quite the opposite," Parras looked at his old folks next: “The longer we drag, the better, the farther you look, the battlefield is not limited to Tonigal - in short, adults won't bother you until this war is over. ”

“There are things, not just money consumed, that can be measured," the old knight, though a purely military man, has plenty of experience to make him see through the waves behind this seemingly calm situation: “Of course, if we can do well, the Count will be more worry-free ——”

“That's nature.” The knights are in peace.

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