The Amber Sword

While Viscount Finn was silent, Boulevard infantry on the front battlefield of the valley was in trouble, and suddenly they discovered that a light cavalry composed of cadets from the Naga Prohibition Army and the Royal Knights College appeared on their side. It was only when Viscount von Doughnin reacted that Viscount von Doughnin realized that the front of the Finn and Constantine columns, which had been blocked in front of the two armies, had collapsed like ice melting.

That's illusion.

The Finn and Constantine squadrons were suppressed to death on Mount Machenko and Mount Villeco, and their soldiers had no courage to cross the explosion and the fire; but Brando ordered the Naga Priesthood to use magic to create the illusion that the pioneers of the two squadrons had arrived - to use moisture in the air to alter the refraction of the light to create the illusion, which would have been the specialty of water system elements, of which the Naga sacrifice was born. More importantly, Brando is familiar with every composition across the street, and the battle flag and the Knight's Shield emblem can be faked exactly the same - that's why Viscount von Doughnin crashed into this designed trap like a fool.

Now the infantry of the Bullet Column, under his command, is attacking individually the aristocratic militias of Count Odin, forming the only prominent part of the Northern Alliance, while the light cavalry of the Naga Prohibition Army and the Cavaliers of the Royal Knights Academy is unhindered to circle behind them and form a perimeter.

Viscount von Doughnin can only count on the conscience of Viscount Finn and Baron Constantine to suddenly appear and block the two armies. But the explosion on Mount Machenko and Mount Villeco has lasted almost five minutes, and the archers on the other side seem to want no money to cover the two positions with exploding arrows, forming barrage blocks. He didn't even expect the other archer to stop for a moment because he was exhausted, and he just glanced at it and realized that the archer was at least divided into teams and used alternately. And with the audacity of those two pieces of crap, it's unlikely they'll show up on the battlefield until they're done shooting arrows.

So it's hard to change the outcome.

This time it was the Bullet Column's light infantry, who had the delusion of passing through Her Royal Highness's main position, but Brando's presence instantly shattered all their hopes. These light infantry soldiers instantly faltered and, while still resisting, collapsed into a renewed siege is only a matter of time.

Changes in the front line quickly reflected across the battlefield. Count Vitokin finally realized he was being reckoned with, and now he's either going to continue into the ensuing army and rescue the Light Infantry of the Burroughed Column, but God knows if this is another trap. Or simply abandon the Bullet column and relaunch another attack.

But the generals beside him would not necessarily support his view that after all Northern Allied commanders on this battlefield were of the same nobility, their lips were cold. His face fluctuated for a while, scolding Finn and Constantine, but a decision had to be made as soon as possible.

Because the infantry of the Bullet column follows the heavy cavalry and heavy infantry of the Field column, these heavily armored, stroller cavalry like a fortress are about to begin accelerating. This valley is a huge slope, and heavy cavalry forces are struggling from bottom to top, and they only have one chance to crush their opponents.

“Count, make up your mind!” Vitokin is surrounded by his old men. Why don't you understand that your lord is in a dilemma and you have to say the same thing: “Whatever decision you make, we will support you. ”

Vitokin smiled bitterly: “The only way now is to find a way to free the Finns and Constantines, as long as they show up on time on the battlefield, there is room for salvation. ”

This is indeed a solution. “Instead of ordering the Feilong cavalry into battle, they are the only ones with this power. Viscount Finn and Baron Constantine can only be rescued by harassing each other's archers from the sky. ”

Count Vitokin couldn't help but shake his head, but he was helpless, because there was only one hand left; the Northern Allies, though powerful, could not be carried out in this valley, and if they could not take each other by one drum, the battle would only be for a few days.

There are so many nightmares.

So the Black Blade Regiment's Feilong cavalry, which was mobilized almost all night, began to lift up again, waiting for them to be the battalion of the Southern Regiment's Feilong cavalry, and Brando's ever-present 'heavenly armies’ - at least all the aristocratic commanders of the Northern Alliance thought so.

At least three times the number of dragon cavalry of the Black Blade Regiment plus local troops was at least three times that of the dragon cavalry of the Southern Regiment. However, the battle power was uneven and the dragon did not get enough rest. At least half the combat power was reduced. At one time, it was crushed by the dragon cavalry of the Southern Regiment, which was far less than their number.

Now the commanders of the Northern Alliance realize it's a little bad, but instead of freeing up the Finn and Constantine columns, the battlefield is in a bigger stalemate. And Fields Column's heavy cavalry has begun to accelerate, and the battlefield is already overflowing.

And Brando waited exactly this moment.

The Northern Allies' heavy cavalry was crossing the flowering Kawano, the wind clouds converging over their heads, a new storm was gathering in the outer sea of Ambesseur, and the sky began to darken. If you reached out on the battlefield at this moment, you could see that a tiny bit of rain had risen in the sky.

The ground began to vibrate again as the dragons neatly aligned themselves. Unlike the slightest chestnut when the Rangers stormed this time, the whole battlefield sounded like a thunderbolt, sweeping from the sky.

And above the sky, the real thunder is also sounding hidden.

“Lord Sea Monster, please attack those heavy cavalry with your men!” Brando shouted suddenly.

It is also a valuable experience for Butchery to look at the human cavalry at all times, the first time that Greyfin Naga has fought humans on land. She raised her hand halfway up, and her four thin, long fingers connected with colored fins, which seemed strange to humans, but also had a feminine softness.

Once again, the Naga Sacrifice began to practice, and the Ice Knife again appeared over the battlefield. And their human opponents have yet to quench their breath. As a single silver class element, they also have the gift of the blessing of the sea gods. These sea demon sacrifices are far more powerful in magic than their non-influx counterparts in the Northern Alliance, and can support their re-entry into battle in a shorter period of time.

But what Butcherette didn't expect was that they still had time to control the drop of those ice blades in the future, and the whole space seemed to stagnate for a moment. A myriad of silver lines of law suddenly emerge between the clouds that enclose the entire battlefield and create a huge border.

Between moments, all spells disappear into invisibility.

“Unravel the spell!” Butcherette frowned.

Dismantling spells, that's what Law Wizards do.

But in such a wide range, such a powerful effect, the other party must at least be a supreme wizard. Butcherette is obviously not familiar with the power of humans, but Brando knows who's behind this...

The chief wizard of Grand Duke Sifah's men, the curious Garlock, is a peak of the Eruin Law Wizard.

They can't wait, but they finally wait for this guy to do it.

That's enough.

He immediately turned back and yelled, "Antina! ”

“I am here, Lord!” The nobility of thousands of gold shouted out loud in the crowd.

“Now! ”

“I get it! ”

“Everybody,” Brando suddenly raised his head and whistled, “Block his ears. ”

“Ah…? ”

The situation on the battlefield has changed dramatically, and everyone, even on the princess's side, has been stunned by the wolves that Brando suddenly summoned. Her Royal Highness and Ovewell are not shallow generations. They recognize at first glance that it is a black wolf. There is no such thing as a high-ranking monster in the black forest.

But according to the legend of the mountaineers, the black wolf will only emerge in the midst of a scourge, which is the scourge of wolves.

“Mr. Brando he...?” Princess Griffin stared at Brando with a glowing black crystal on her forehead and asked in a pale face: “That's...”

Ovewell also frowned.

“Oh," only Count Odin smiled: “… the dark monarch, the shepherd wolf, walked before the end of the day, the disaster was behind him; saying that the black wolf herd was a sign of disaster, which was nothing but a false rumor of the witches, and the mountain folly would be superstitious, and I had seen the true wolf scourge in the wind ring - but even if it were a scourge, manpower would overcome it. ”

“It was Mr. Brando who convinced me of this.” Count Odin laughed: “Someone brings light into the darkness, and I have witnessed it with my own eyes. ”

Princess Griffin just remembered his experience and nodded slightly, but couldn't help but look at Brando curiously.

But what everyone does not know is that, farther away, in the forests at the top of Mount Aulk, an old voice is chanting the same words softly:

“Dark Sovereign Shepherd Walks, Before the End, Disaster Behind. In his eyes, the world had no secrets. ”

“The prophecy is being tested. ”

“My king, you are back...”

Brando's wave shook through the mountain forest, stopping even the black wolf next to him. The next moment, everyone felt a slight jump on the ground, not the vibration caused by heavy cavalry Mercedes-Benz, but the real whole valley swayed.

Large numbers of soldiers stood unstable on the ground, and Fields Column's heavy cavalry was even worse. Just starting to accelerate, they fell forward in a row, and a large number of knights broke their necks before they could even make it to the battlefield.

But nobody will care about what happens on the battlefield anymore.

Because the terrible noise is coming out of the underground, everyone can't bear to look underground, the ground is shaking slightly, as if something terrible is breeding underneath, the implicit noise is like a roar of a giant beast.

And it's approaching.

Huge sources of sound are fast approaching the ground, and then everyone looks up. All of a sudden, a flash of lightning between the heavens and the earth has become dull, as if it were a lightning film all over the battlefield, but the lightning does not descend from between clouds rolling in clouds, but from the ground.

In the direction of Mount Machenko, the mountain seemed to open a mouth from which a brilliant white light poured out.

“Viscount Finn is finished...” Count Vitokin saw this scene with only one thought in mind. He suddenly realized what he was doing and turned back in horror, opening his mouth and yelling at his men.

Yet in the white light, the loud voice seemed to drown everything, and after a sharp loud noise, everything quieted down. Everyone sees people around them screaming in horror, but they only see their mouths in one place, without making any noise.

The high sound waves even swallowed up all the murmurs, but strangely silenced the world and people could no longer hear a single sound.

Then terror swept past like a tsunami explosion, as if it were a wind. Like everyone else, the shock waves of terror swept over the battlefield like a bright circle, and then light infantry, heavy infantry, or knights riding on the dragons of the Wall, were stirred up by the wind and flown backwards more than a dozen meters before falling back on the meadow.

At that moment in the valley, the whole child swayed, as if the northern branch of the Anlek Mountains were about to collapse.

The white light instantly broke the link between Mount Machenko and Mount Villeco.

Long time.

When Vitokine finally climbed up from the ground and returned to God, he looked forward to the battlefield and couldn't help but have a blank brain. The heavy cavalry sequence of the Field Column has completely disappeared, as have the heavy infantry, and the Stevenson Column on one side.

Mount Machenko almost disappeared, and Mount Villeco was roughly halved.

Only a deep rift valley remains on the ground between the two mountains, beneath which is like an abyss, surrounded by white mist. But Count Vitokin had not yet had time to find out from his sluggish brain any order suitable for the present situation, and the hazy white fog seemed to have survived, and they kept rising, yet combined into a huge, spinning tornado.

All those who were still alive could not resist raising their heads and looking up at the storm, which was dozens of metres away and was rapidly expanding - it was clearly more than just a wind, because everyone felt that a great deal of pressure had fallen on the battlefield.

And then a powerful voice rang out across the battlefield.

“Thank you, humble mortals, for unsealing me,” a thunderous sound came out of the wind - the clouds of heavenly storms were converging over it, the rain on the battlefield seemed to suddenly become louder, and there was a thunderbolt shuttle between the clouds, and then a thunderbolt converged on the whirlwind, "but I hated it when someone disturbed the wind to quiet elegance. ”

In the clouds of rain.

Everyone around Brando was stunned by this sudden change, but only he looked up at this incredibly familiar scene and felt a wonder in his heart.

It hasn't even changed the lines.

So this guy's temper shouldn't have changed much either, haha.

On the other side of the battlefield, curious Gallock suddenly changed his face. The great wizard who was working on the spell suddenly turned back and shouted anxiously to Count Vitokin: "Get your men ready for war, quickly, or it will be too late! ”

Actually, it's too late.

The storm suddenly hummed with utter dissatisfaction: “What is this...” A cloud strikes a silver rule line hidden in the air, and then a bright arc erupts, "Breaking the spell? ”

“Did you attack me with a demolition spell? ”

“You're looking for a way to die, bugs. ”

Gallock raised his head and looked blankly at the sudden appearance of countless thunderbolt vortexes over his head, then stretched out of these vortexes with countless lightning capacitors.

One time.

A lightning storm above the battlefield intersects.

… (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.)