The Amber Sword

The hard-propelled front has become intertwined, and although soldiers from the Grizzly Collar and Grouse have climbed the earth wall on several occasions, the mercenaries' resistance exceeded the imagination of every Eruin nobleman present to watch the battle; the attacks were dissolved several times at the final juncture, leaving the army of Denel incapacitated for two full days and one night, and the fighting was extremely intense, with blood and even red on the Gris River.

Parras did not move, and the knight's hand pressed the long sword, guarding the entire battlefield like a cold reaper, stubbornly maintaining the pace of advancement. War has come to this point without counting how many lives have been invested, because only one more step is victory.

Experienced generals are looking for the last chance to strike - the rebels' advantages in land have been almost wiped out for a day, while, on the contrary, the forces that rotate their offensive have maintained high morale - and suddenly he sees a slight glimmer in his eyes.

Parras raised his finger in a certain direction: "Let Sir Wade go up, do not ask my orders, he will see where he should attack -! ”

The commanding officer lost his word for a moment. 'Is there such an order?’ The unnamed little man even suspected that the lord was a little dizzy overnight, but he raised his head and saw a pair of firm, stubborn eyes.

That's confidence--

“I understand, my lord.” The preacher bowed.

The tiger bird blew a whistle and gathered the people around him. “See over there!” Pointing to the corner of the forest across the river, he asked, everyone saw a flaming swallowtail flag in that direction, several long guns crossing the tree crown, and a whole group of cavalry covered with red armor appeared on the edge of the forest.

“The Red Flag Cavalry, that's Jean Denel's private army.” A mercenary recognized it immediately.

“That's very generous!” Another mercenary took a bite of hate and had blood in his sputum.

“How powerful is the fight?” Tiger Bird asked.

“A first-class soldier, riding a ferocious horse, a light cavalry, with an average strength upstream of black iron -” replied a thin tall, grey-skinned long-eared elf, unlike others, who was also one of Brando's summoned mercenaries.

“Humph, fully covered 'Light Cavalry’!” The tiger twitched.

“The horses are unarmed, they are indeed light cavalry in terms of load and mobility, they are equipped with Hazel's three-eyed, and they still possess quite a long range of attack capability within a certain distance, giving Denel a huge price on this army.” The elf replied.

“The lord said?” Tiger Sparrow whispered.

The latter nodded.

“They want to attack our left wing, which is Kronsia's mercenary, which is already showing fatigue. The other person's eyes were poisonous,” Tiger Bird turned around and pointed out his finger and lit up at the other person. “Unfortunately, there's no reason to make our old knight so happy. Let's take care of these cavalry men. What about you? ”

In addition to his own, he looked at the other mercenaries present, all of whom were elites drawn from various regiments, and at least had the strength of the Black Iron Peak, with a small number of only forty and fifty. The squadron was a hundred men a day ago, and the fighting was intense.

“It's enough to kill one.” Everybody laughed hey.

More and more cavalry emerged in the forest across the river, quickly reaching two or three hundred, and Wade sat on his horseback and looked at his men satisfactorily - a role model for Eruin's elite army, no worse than the White Lion Regiment of the Royal Family - who, while accompanying no more than two squadrons in this war, was confident to lead them to defeat all the enemies that stood in their way.

The cavalry began to cross the river in a hurried whistle, their sudden appearance of course attracted the attention of Metissa, Princess Silver Fairy, who stood at the height of the battlefield, and with her gaze, the arrow rain arrived as if it were an extension of her will.

Arrows fall in the river to provoke fierce water flowers, but bows and arrows can hardly really cause fatal damage to these Red-Armed cavalry soldiers, who often lose impact after passing through the deck, and some with three or four arrows can hold the queue; it is no surprise to Sir Wade that equipment is an important criterion for measuring the combat power of an army, and that the Red-Armed Cavalry is equipped with a bracer that greatly reduces the power of long-range attacks - which, in his view, compensates for the greatest defects of the Light Cavalry.

But the noble knight never dreamed that his enemies were so diverse, that the mercenaries were inherently complex, and the adventurers were from the North and the South. Wade was just a little proud, but didn't know that several elf shooters in the forest had locked this conspicuous cavalry long ago.

“Hannah, you left, I right.” On a tree girl about a hundred or two meters away, a elf covered in grass leaves holds a long bow and hands a green arrow to the human Ranger behind her.

“Those two? ”

“Those two. ”

Two strings rang in the forest, and the Red Cavalry had just entered the forest on the south bank, and the first two of them rolled over like a piece of wood. Sir Wade was astonished when he turned around and found that his two men were arrows in the armored movement of the throat, which broke his breath on the spot. All he felt was a sweaty upright, and he turned around and said, “There's a shooter, watch out! ”

A true divine archer is a nightmare for all heavily armored units, because a heavy armored one looks just like the other, and his armored arrows can always hit the weakest and deadliest parts; just a professional archer in the general army is valuable, let alone a 100-step divine archer in Yang, for whom lords tend to pay a lot of money, but Wade knows that a truly powerful divine archer comes almost from the elves and rangers, who love freedom more.

The thought of this jazz gentleman can't help but curse in his heart. Where did this come from? Damn rebels, Druids and Rangers, and elves. Is this Nima the Forest Alliance? Or are they actually fighting a jihad? Thinking of the November war, he couldn't help but get creepy.

“Over there!” The Red Flag cavalry continues to advance at a constant rate in the forest, and movement within the reach of the Divine Archer is life. These cavalry soldiers are experienced veterans who naturally understand this, and soon they discover the trail of the enemy.

Not far away, a shadow on the dark brown dirt wall reinforced by vine tangles is moving rapidly.

Green grey skin, a slender elf buried his head behind the wall stack, and he quickly approached the knights closer. The elf stopped to observe, with a calm glow in his narrow pupils, and as he kept moving, he protruded half his body from behind the wall and raised his long bow.

“It's a Pokémon Archer!” The cavalry screamed as soon as they saw each other's archery position. They immediately lifted the round shield from the saddle and raised it high to block their throats. For children, the elf archer was a fairy tale god archer, and for soldiers on the battlefield, the elf archer was a nightmare as an enemy.

Especially green gray skin, wind elves, wilderness runners.

Not far away, in a well-hidden trench, the tiger, who had already lurked here, took a look at the distance and retreated, making a gesture to the others: “All veterans. ”

“Too bad it didn't work, hey.” Mercenaries seemed to flash a cruel smile in their pupils that had become dark as a result of years of killing, and they laughed really hey.

It really doesn't work.

A white light, the arrow actually penetrated directly through the center of the round shield in the hands of the first cavalry, passing through this wretched bastard's neck, and hit the rear cavalry's chest armor with scattered blood flowers. With a loud bang, the second cavalry actually flew straight off the horse.

Then the first cavalry rolled over silently.

“Silver shooter! ”

For a moment, Wade almost thought he had fallen into a huge trap, the blue-grey figure on the wall had stopped, and now he was transformed into a turret - but more like a reaper to our Sir - and every time that blue-grey-skinned elf raised a long bow, at least one of the flag cavalry who kept raiding in the forest landed on his horse;

Wade only felt troubled with his scalp, but after all, he was a good commander, pulling out his sword immediately and waving a nail forward to cut off the iron, ordering:

“Lean over, hold that guy down with your hands! ”

The silver shooter's killing power is terrible. When he finishes shooting two arrows a second, his morale will probably collapse.

Ringing arrows in the woods became the commanding charm for a moment, but at this moment the Red Flag Cavalry also showed their strength as elites, even in this case the cavalry still maintained a high morale raid and was about to enter the firing range of the hand.

Sir Wade relieved.

He asked the cavalry to raise their long guns so that the red flag could fly in the forest, and the victory seemed to be in front of them, so long as they bypassed the line of defense, they could give the rebels a decisive blow from behind.

It's just a pity, just around the corner, that victory is all we can look for--

Tiger Bird shouted a finger at everyone: "It's our turn. ”

The forests appear to be uneven, full of dead leaves since autumn, dotted with snow, but this is when all of a sudden they stand in a row of ‘grassmen' from the dead leaves.

Of course, it's not a herman, it's a mercenary disguised as the only one.

Wade jumped in his heart and just felt his heart sink. “A knight!” The Red Flag Cavalry suddenly panicked. The tiger licked his lips and one step forward had thrown a hand axe that spins fast in the middle of the air.

Time is like a rating.

He watched as one of the cavalry fell on his back, while the other cavalry was running past him with a long gun, and the tiger ducked slightly, lifting his left heavy sword upwards and opening a long mouth on the waist side of the wretched devil.

Rosy blood sprinkles a crystalline pearl in the middle of the sky with warm white mist.

The cavalry screamed a few steps forward through the horse's inertia and fell on his side. Sir Wade looked at the scene in horror, indeed a knight, at least the first few of whom had the power of silver.

Hope is like a fragile crystal statue falling to the ground and becoming torn apart.

“Fuck the rebels!” The noble knight suddenly felt a little sad, but instead of retreating, he raised his sword. Sir revealed a resolute glow in his eyes, and he rushed over to the tiger bird: "Die! ”

A long arrow went through his throat.

On the dirt wall, the elf holds a long bow.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)