The Amber Sword

As soon as the rocket burned with trees, the moisture in the trees evaporated and formed a rolling smoke. The Grussian infantry, dressed in grey green robes, and the Mountain Warriors boarded the plane to hide, and the shallow beach was involved in entering this forest. The attack was incredible, and even Parras, who supervised the battlefield from afar, couldn't help but frown slightly.

But it was at this time that a muffled thunder was heard in the forest in the distance, a large cloud of clouds converging over the tree crown layer at a visible speed, accompanied by a golden lightning bolt, suddenly the rain ladder poured down, almost instantly pouring through the fire that had just ignited.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the thunderstorms continued to spread forward, and several lightning bolts fell on the beaches on the edge of the forest, blowing apart among the Grussian infantry and Mountain Warriors gathered there, bursting with loud noises, and the crowd fleshed. The golden thunderball made a few big holes on the ground, and the stones that were blown up fell on the heads of those around it like hail, screaming for a time.

The Grussian infantry instantly had a breakdown in morale, and whether or not there were archers behind them, they turned around and ran ten times faster than they had come. These aristocratic militias themselves have little will to fight, and the accompanying Mountain Warriors themselves, although fierce, unfortunately this war is meaningless to them and the Grussian infantry retreats and they naturally follow suit. But compared to the Grussian infantry, who had already been frightened and scattered, it seemed orderly for the mountaineers to gather even as they retreated.

Seeing this scene, the two knight lords who accompanied the Pallas in the distance looked back at this time to surprise the true commanders of the army of Denel, who were surprised by the combat qualities of the mountaineers, and then silenced when they thought of Pallas, who had led the army for many years to win the war against these mountaineers and force them to return. Of course, they are reluctant to succumb to Parras, but looking at the performance of their troops, they can only remain silent.

By this time, the clouds had crossed the head of the Grussian infantry and reached the array of archers on the other side of the riverbank. A catastrophic premonition spreads through the hearts of Sir Wiggins, commander of the line of archers at this moment, "Stand back! Retreat!” He screamed immediately, but it was still a step too late. A gold grid fell from the sky and instantly blew up in three rows of archers. Almost two small teams of long-cultivated noble archers went straight to ash and smoke.

Sir Wiggins himself was struck by lightning, but with his armor covered all over his body, he was saved by the electrocage effect, although his deputy was not so lucky that he was directly hit by coke. Gray-headed Wiggins climbed up from the ground and couldn't help but grieve from it. The archers of an entire squadron were thus scrapped in a round of attacks. Although the real loss was less than 10 bis and 3, the rest of us were already scared, and for a short time, we would never enter the battle again.

Not to mention that the clouds that grew thunderstorms were still pouring at this time, and the second round of lightning came down. The archers suddenly collapsed completely like the infantry in front of them, screaming and turning around, and no man could resist such a powerful force of nature. Parras' knowledgeable and experienced knights may be a little better, but they will never be these aristocratic militiamen.

But it was at this time that a large swath of chanting was suddenly heard in the forest, and the spell of Yanton's frustration seemed to gather an invisible force in the air, even reducing the pressure by a few points for a while. The clouds in the middle of the sky suddenly poured, and then the pieces disappeared, and the clouds rolled in between the eyes and disappeared into the invisible.

The forest was quiet, and then the northern shore of the Gris River shouted with cheers.

“is to unravel magic, with at least three singing points.” Brando's side, a Druid with a turf all over her body, turned back after listening to her side ears.

“No, it's four.” Charles shook his head after listening.

“Four?” Others dared not argue that the first Druids sent to Cold Cedar Collar did not exist, and Charles was arguably the first of the impostors here. And it's rare for a senior practitioner to have two gold-class wizards next to Denel, but not necessarily one.

“The words of four wizards here do not mean that there are only four. Unfortunately, not knowing exactly how many, intelligence suggests that the jury in Parras may have more than thirty people, including silver class practitioners, so it seems likely.” Answered Kronsia beside her.

He is the nominal commander of the mercenaries here, and the more reliable Vern is assigned to assist in the command of the army of the 800 cavemen. In addition to this, Brando ordered ‘Red Copper Dragon' Reto et al. to be stationed in the silver mine in lieu of Utah's mercenary regiment, since Count Denel should not have known that the silver mine had collapsed, so Brando hopes that Reto's presence there will bring him some unexpected surprises, which is a dangerous task that Reto et al. are clearly better equipped as veterans of the November war than Utah's mercenaries.

As for Utah, he has been redeployed back to the front line against the Jean Denel army. She was also very pleased with the arrangement, and the pretty red-haired maid, the head of the mercenary, was standing next to Metisa at the moment questioning herself: "Where does a Parasu leader come from with so many magicians? Even Parras has been on the front lines of war for years. ”

“Don't forget that there are also gruesome and grizzly bears collars, but I want Count Denel to pull some of his magicians out, otherwise there will be no silver-class wizards.” Kronsia replied.

“Thirty, speaking of the Mage Corps of more than thirty, Elouin has not done so since the November War, and Count Denel has spared no effort to deter Xiaoxiao!” Inspector Cavalry Captain Juliel, who has been following Brando since the beginning of Lidenburg, could not help but say that, as half a nobleman, he is well aware of the wars that Eruin fought in the past, big and small.

Yulir's words made those present laugh, and the practitioner on their side, Druid alone, was more than a hundred, not to mention the magician's servant in front of the young lord, the real golden wizard.

That young lord, by the way, had not many armies, but of incredible quality - ordinary soldiers were either mercenaries in the hundred wars or veterans of the November war, or at least soldiers of the Eruin Legion who had already fought Madara. Few of these people have less than black iron power, and even a significant portion of it is above the middle of black iron - in addition to a caveman force whose individual strength is at least upstream of black iron and whose peaks are not small.

Together, the two armies are close to 3,000, and the magistrates account for more than a tenth of this army, which is extremely rare and incredible throughout the history of the war in Eruin. It is expected that the outside world will be raging if these messages are disseminated, and the strength of Tonigal's new lord will have to be reassessed. But Brando deliberately suppressed the news because he knew that sometimes a surprise was more impressive than an established fact.

This time, the young man wanted Eruin to remember his name and who was Tonigal's righteous lord.

Yulir's words dissipated a lot of the shadows that were in people's hearts, as if the army of Denel had not become so terrible and evil in the forest. Charles nevertheless had to give them a shot, and he waved, “That being said, the other side outweighs us in absolute strength, letting the Denel side call the three Knights Lord's Army, the army of 20,000 men, and the mountain people almost 10,000, which means the army hidden in this forest right in front of us ——”

Charles pointed seriously ahead, north of the Gris River: "Probably more than thirty times us. ”

The people have regained their strength, which they knew long ago.

“In addition, the three knights, all of whom have elite knights, add up to at least a hundred, possibly more. These knights also have at least the power of the silver class, and we just lack that power. Cavemen can fight them, but the lord made it clear that cavemen cannot appear as long as Madara does not appear on the battlefield. So in terms of silver class fighting power, the opposite side is also the overall superior. ”

“Beyond that, with the exception of Pallas, the Grizzly Bear Knight Lord and the Gruzzi Knight are all golden fighters who let Denel's men work, and it's hard to guarantee that they don't have a hidden killer - 10,000 steps back, even if there are only two golden classes, against Me and Metisa, we can only say it's even, and if there's a third, we're still at a disadvantage. ”

“So what do we do?” Charles couldn't help but be a little silly.

“It's all right, just do as the Lord says.” Charles took a look at the people present.

“Your Lordship? ”

Brando once said to keep them here as long as possible to keep Denel's army crossing the river, but at that time it wasn't as horrible as it is now. That's three knight lords, plus an army of nearly 30,000 mountain dwellers, not to mention Madara's dead spirit.

Brando had promised them victory, but after all, could he still win?

While most followers of the young have a near blind trust in Brando's words, the victory promised by that young lord has barely been lost, and as long as he moves forward, the direction his sword is pointing in will inevitably lead to the path of victory. That young lord was like the most legendary heroes of ancient times, and he proudly proclaimed that he would triumph, so victory was in his pocket.

But at this moment, there is still some silence on the part of all present.

They are hundreds of warriors who can laugh in the most dangerous of environments, but that doesn't mean they have too many, and the only chance of winning is by dragging Denel's army out of food to the maximum of their original confidence. But that must come at a terrible price for both sides.

As a warrior, this is not unacceptable because they have sworn allegiance to that young lord and everyone is ready to bleed.

But Brando's promise to them seems to be to defeat Jean de Neil's army from the ground up.

How is that possible?

The Druids take Charles for granted only to inspire morale. Seeing Brando's magical Utah and Kroncia, they had a headache, and they hung their brains out and couldn't figure out what Brando was counting on to win.

But in the face of all these eyes, Charles just smiled at Metisa. Indeed, because the dramatic changes in the rings of the wind will soon spread throughout Eruin and even throughout Vaughn.

Everyone will remember this battle.

The young magician raised his head and looked into the dark forest north of the Gris River, but unfortunately, at this moment Parras did not feel it through a distant eye. The elderly knight lord was counting the casualties, and the Grussians had not lost much. The infantry in front of them had left more than a dozen bodies, but even the face of the enemy had not seen an entire squadron of archers withdraw from the battle, which caused him some heartache.

Although he mobilized more than 20,000 troops this time, he did not have many professional soldiers, such as this noble archer, who also had only a half column of more than 1,000, a large part of whom were private soldiers of the Earl from Jean de Neil, and he would not be able to cross if the losses were too much.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Was that Thunderbolt like Druid? Can Druid of the Black Iron Levels perform such horrible spells? ”

The magician next to him nodded: “It was a mine-calling technique, but one or two Druids showed less terrible momentum, and the magic just now had to be carried out jointly by at least ten people. And it will take at least a day off after it is carried out with the power of the Black Iron Scale. But if it's Master Druid, then say something else..."

When the old knight interrupted the wizard, he still believed that there could be no Master Druid in the rebels: "In other words, they couldn't carry out that kind of spell continuously? ”

“Lord, even if we continue to carry out the magic continuously, we do not have to be afraid. It takes ten men to carry out the magic jointly, but we only need two or three men to disarm it. And that spell is consuming a lot for the black iron scale, but it's only common for us to dissolve it. It's actually much more useful on defense than on offense. If I were the other side, I'm afraid I wouldn't be doing that spell anymore, and they should have just used it as a deterrent before.” The wizard bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Parras nodded, as long as it wasn't for that extensive spell, he didn't have to worry too much. The difference in military strength between the two sides was so great that he did not need any superfluous tactics at all, not to mention the overspending of 20,000 troops. Paras did not want to waste time, and he intended to put an end to the war in a straightforward manner from the outset.

Just cross the Gris River, then take the cold, which is a matter of a few days.

Ending the war within a week is within his grasp.

“Rebel, Eruin..." Parras circled his head with both words, but eventually all the thought turned into a faint smile of confidence on his face. As a general who accepted countless victories, he had no reason to believe that he would fail under absolute advantage.

The old knight smiled lightly, a smile that represented compassion for the enemy and a sigh for the kingdom. A hundred years ago, he had never heard of a rebellion anywhere in Eruin that would be so great. Although his lord had enabled Count Denel to show his strength, that did not change the fact that the kingdom was becoming old and shaky.

Don't say that a hundred years ago, even fifty years ago, even in the most remote places, noble lives would not have been threatened.

Parras sighed and said: “Brando, Brando, really? Let me just let this old guy stand on the last shift for this kingdom...”

He threw his sword at the center of the map on the table, right in the middle of Cold Cedar City, and the victory seemed to be within reach.

The minister of Groudin, the 100-war knight, no longer hesitated to allow the army of Denel to camp this evening, preparing for the final general attack after a night's rest, taking down the enemy's defensive line with a drum of energy. Parras was not afraid that the 'rebels' would come by night, and in his experience he would never have made such a low-level mistake, and if the enemy was so stupid, he wouldn't mind ending the war sooner.

Unfortunately, the opposite leader was as smart as he had expected - one night of silence and the next morning, the real offensive began.

The sky only brightened, and Charles and Metisa saw the shadows of countless soldiers in the forests across the shore right at the sentry tower, "They're on the wood-rack bridge, and they're sure we're understaffed.” Charles said later.

Metisa nodded.

The test begins.

Both hearts flashed the same sentence.

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