The Amber Sword

After Valhalla had witnessed the lord's affection, Little Pero no longer doubted who was the most powerful man in Eluín, but left his mind open when others were surprised by the sights of Valhalla. His mind was always flexible, so he could notice that the elf girls who were responsible for hosting them, all of them the best shooters of the Tree Elves, noticed the magical armor worn by the White Lion Guard officers who came and went, in no way in a small country like Eruin, by any means had the energy that local aristocrats should have. He thinks that those who oppose the Count are absolutely real fools, especially the aristocrats in the north of Eruin, who are real pus, scattered sand and worthless.

This lord, absolutely capable of transforming this little kingdom according to his will, can see at a glance that he is a man of great ambition and will certainly need them. But he hasn't spoken yet, and Alaia beside him grabbed at him and said; the guy left his mouth open, as if he had been holding this sentence for a long time, and if he didn't say it quickly, he would die of fate: “Lord, if you don't mind, you can invite guests, and we happen to be free to help you hunt a bear, an elk or something in this forest. ”

“You fucking, reckless fool!” Little Pello had to kick Alaia's ass, but privately he had to admit that the latter's straightness was sometimes a good means: “Except that the Cruz's face made him lose it. ”

Brando grinned and replied in a serious way: "As a host, I'm sorry to entertain you with a few stinking bones. ”

“Lord, according to the tradition of our Cruisers, not all of the prey you hunt is to be roasted on a campfire, and you can nail their heads to a wooden board and hang them in the room. ”

“Hanging the stinking head of the blood wand in the room? I don't seem to have that kind of bad taste.” BRANDO: “But that's pretty much it.” He turned his eyes to little Pero, who understood that this young man was the one among the knights who could speak. Of course, there is also Leonarette, who is tacitly acquiesced, but Prince Wang has been brief for some time and seldom leaves the camp, as if he were a nobleman in fear of light.

Little Pello lowered his head: “My lord, bears and elks will certainly not escape your palms, but I think the hunters may have some more problems. ”

“Hunter? ”

“My lord, in winter, hunters tend to invite family and friends when hunting and try to be more sophisticated, because everyone wants to be the first to shoot the best, young people are angry and tend to shock snakes. ”

Brando chirped in his heart and realized what he was trying to say. He frowned: “Go on. ”

“My lord, I've studied some of Cruz's earlier history of war, and apart from opening wars between temples and temples, the wars below between lords are mostly simple and full of variables. This is not to say that they do not want to arrange a delicate plan to defeat their opponents, but the lords mostly know what their subordinate ministers are, their actions are often dictated by fever or excessive fear, and they often act privately to destroy the whole situation, so wars between territories are often less of a mistake than those who make them. ”

Little Pello could barely say that his plan was to talk on paper, Brando's face was red, and he could not see it in the foggy rainy days. In the past, the battles he commanded were carried out by professional players, players in terms of enforcement and discipline so-called disparities, which were relative to modern armies, but for the aristocratic armies of this era, they could be called role models. In Amber Sword, even small- and medium-sized Guild players can compete with the White Lion Legion in discipline and execution. Large Guilds are like mountains. After all, as long as they are not very unreasonable or restricted orders, most players will not be able to score enough points with their Guild. These memories of the past created the illusion that he almost forgot that it was neither the players nor the disciplined White Lion Legion who were now cooperating with him, but the Duke's private army, which was not even comparable to the Southern Legion and the Van Meer Legion, which were mostly miscellaneous armies composed of the lords of 7788 and their knights and entourage, which would not be a problem.

His mind was influenced by the position in the game, and he almost forgot about it. Luckily for Little Pero, they were the most professional soldiers at this time, well trained in war history and field analysis, and at first glance saw the loopholes in his arrangement.

He had to look at this skinny young man again, and the other side had no extra bullshit, and just one sentence of analysis laid their place in his mind, "It seems to me that joining these knights in this battle is the right choice," Brando hinted: “The future star of the Krutz is nothing worse than rumours, and the deal has not lost, at least so far. ”

“This is already the case, how can we remedy it? ”

“My lord, there is no need to remedy this. The situation on Madara's side is no better than ours. Even this military operation was the product of a temporal fever for Madara. The blood wand came to the sea of the dead moon and the dark lords who had gone through hundreds of battles, but those lords were no different from our lords, and their armies were just as full of fever and misjudgment. This battle is still equal for both of us, not to mention we have a lead, and the military is far better than those bone skeletons, and victory seems inevitable to me. ”

Brando calms down and realizes this, just to remind him not to take it too far, of course, and to highlight their role at the same time.

“My lord, what we care more about is where you intend to use us. ”

“You are not fit to appear on the front battlefield for the time being, but there is a place for you right now, and if those lords really hit the snakes, you will not need an army to go around behind the army of blood canes and slow down the movement of the bone skeleton. ”

Little Pello looked at Count Tonigle with some appreciation and thought he was also a smart man, and understood what he meant. But they also had their own pride, answering softly: "My lord, the army of blood canes cannot walk one step at a time, not be delayed. ”

“This is the Cruz!” Brando thinks, but with an average strength above gold, it's not impossible for a cavalier regiment of hundreds to block the retreat of blood canes.

“Don't make too much noise. ”

“I will position myself as Lord Lord's White Lion Guard and we will evacuate one step before anyone else arrives. ”

Brando laughed and talked to a smart man was a hassle. He looked at the Folding Knight in the room and he couldn't help but feel sorry for himself. How good would it be if all these people were Eruins? “Do you want to find a way to keep them?” He suddenly flashed this thought in his heart, but then shook his head. The problem was too special. For Little Pero, they lost the glory of the soldiers, and I'm afraid the future won't grow as a real star. The strong melon isn't sweet. “Forget it, let's take a step. Besides, there's no genius in the Eruins. ”

Having received a positive response from Brando, the Knights of the Folds, who had been depressed for a month, seemed to have regained their vitality. These young knights were energetic and could not afford to sit idle. After learning that they could fight to kill their enemies, they couldn't help but have a great deal of fun. In fact, the Knights of the Folds had been wearing a string for a long time, waiting for Brando's last reply, so they didn't really need to be prepared at this time, but in half an hour, everyone could get ready to go.

This, of course, also shows that these young people from Cruz are well trained, and if they are placed in the average noble cavalry, even if they are prepared to leave beforehand, it will take at least an hour or two to be ready.

At this time, Freya arrived in Brando's army, escorted by several highland knights.

The arrival of the Goddess of Martial Arts brought Brando bad news.

Indeed, as Junior Perot had predicted, the ministers of the Grand Duke of Vieiro, before Brando arrived, hurried to launch the attack, and as soon as she heard from Eko, she went one step ahead to report the message to Brando. According to Freya, in order to complement the army of Vieiro, the army of Lantoniland and the highland knights have also launched successive attacks, and now the battlefields of both sides are unfolding in the middle of the Slovak hills and cannot be handed over.

After she finished, she couldn't help but look at Brando's face and thought he'd be furious, but Brando just shook his head with a bitter smile, as if he'd expected: "Freya, go get ready, the White Lion Guard is waiting for an order to strike. Metisa will work with you, and this is the first real war in Tonigal's army, and I'm putting the wind gunner under your command. ”

“Brando? ”

“The armies of Vieiro and Lantoniland have moved, and we must accelerate our pace to cooperate with them, and if they want to suffer, let them go. ”

“But does that matter? ”

“It's okay, the scepter can't win, it's just that some people are going to lose a lot. Instead, we, Freya, are fighting for the first time since the White Lion Guard joined the Windshot, and I hope they will impress all the enemies of this kingdom. ”

“All enemies? ”

Brando nodded.

In his heart, those decaying, rotten branches of vines that have stopped the Kingdom on its way forward are about to be swept away. Eruin will be reborn from this moment onwards, and the seedlings planted in Tonigal will finally take root.

……

The war began on a gentle slope west of the Slovak hills, with a whole slope to the east and west, a dense bush on the hillside, and a noble knight from Vieiro came to the woods with his servants to ambush them a day ago. This knight, named Plunchie, is neither Lord Vieiro's heart nor the Grand Duke's important minister. Seriously, he is just a small, insignificant figure. He comes from the barren lands of the Still Wind Forest and is a real poor, white figure. He comes to fill this mess for two purposes. The first is for money, the second is to enter the Duke's vision. In order to achieve this ambition, he sells his fortune, smashes pots and sells iron to pull up these people's horses. For the first time in his life, he rides horses, wears a tailor-made leather suit, draws a crest on his shield, and comes with the big banner to Slovak, a place even more impoverished and white than his hometown.

However, although Master Plunchy was both greedy and well-known, he was not the type of young man with a fever of his mind. He had made himself clear before coming, and this trip was to deal with Madara's bone skeleton. As for the legends of the bone skeletons, it is true that three days and three nights ago, during the first Black Rose War, even an army of Madara entered Vieiro Province along the Anlek Mountains, and Planche, although he had not really seen these terrible opponents, had heard of their brutality from various sources.

Until he was truly determined to let go, the Knight Master thought twice, but eventually a bold plan took shape in his heart. He did not know the legend from which he heard that Madara's bone skeletons were controlled by corpse witches, and that if they were killed, the bone skeletons would naturally lose their ability to fight, and the corpse witches themselves had little fighting power, as if they were fish on an anvil once they were attacked behind their backs. In this way, Plunger thought to himself, why not hide, wait for the army of skeletons to pass, and then rush out to slaughter the corpse witches without the power of the chicken, and finally, he did not have to blow his hands to earn a fortune. Although the knight did not know a big word in his life, he was extremely satisfied with his plan, and felt that he might belong to the kind of handsome men born with command skills. Although the army of blood canes has not yet arrived, he has seen the scene of his future feudal worship.

However, only in Slovak did Planche find that there seemed to be a gap between ideals and realities. First, after the fall in the hills, it actually rained a little rain, which caused enormous trouble for the army stationed in the forest. Including the Knight Master, he had to march every day in a wet environment, under his feet muddy, every day until evening the whole person rolled around in the mud, but the saddest part was that he didn't even have a dry and comfortable place to sleep, and sometimes he had to wrap himself in a cape, just overnight in the mud. After suffering from it, it was only a matter of two or three days before it was called bitterness, just without a curse. Good thing, half a week after it began raining, the army finally entered the designated ambush area.

But unfortunately, Planche found that the situation was somewhat different from what he had imagined, where the so-called ambush was hiding in the valleys on either side, waiting for the army of blood canes to pass, and then they suddenly killed out and cut off the bone skeletons, and of course he would hide at the end of the day, waiting only to kill those who had the best chance of dealing with the corpse witches. But in Slovak, the knight's lord discovered that it was not the same thing at all. The battlefield was bigger than he had imagined. At first glance, there were undulating mountains. Only a continuous hillside and a jungle of trees could be seen there, let alone a clear direction.

In this case, Planche felt he was afraid that even figuring out which direction Madara's army was coming from would be a difficult thing, let alone a fantastic thing like going around the back to kill a corpse witch. And at this point, the big characters above began to zone in pieces, and then appointed these scattered knights, lords, to settle in their own ambush zones, and our Planche was divided into these woods.

That's all.

However, it is clear that Master Pluncher has always been happy, in which case he was asked to understand the situation around him. He quickly discovered that the majority of those stationed around him were poor and white, and that he wanted to take the opportunity to take advantage of the knighthood with ambition. This discovery put him under tremendous pressure. Until then, he had always thought he was unique, or called adventurous, and dared to seize the opportunity to ascend to heaven one step at a time, but he did not realize that there were as many daring men as himself, so he immediately began to feel time pressed.

Good thing he was received this morning by a big man, of course - along with the other knights - but that's enough to make Planche feel valued, because he's said to be a minister next to Grand Duke Vieiro. Of course, the interview was about keeping them more vigilant, because earlier yesterday, the blood cane had come into contact with the reprimands of the Vieiro army.

But Planche, by virtue of his natural acumen, heard another meaning from the other party's words, which allowed them to launch attacks at the right time without order and without having to wait until a predetermined time.

Because the big man also said that the opportunity on the battlefield passed a little and that the good knights had to learn to seize it themselves. Of course, if Planchetti knew a little bit about military common sense, he would understand that it was nothing but bullshit, and if Brando were here, he might laugh at how obvious these Vieiro aristocrats were to fight for merit.

Almost everyone believes, however, that victory is at hand and it does not seem a bad thing to indulge a little.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Planchet. He just thinks it's a good sign anyway.

And this good omen continues.

This afternoon, he finally saw a little skeleton knight run through the woods. And right after this skull cavalry, a skull army emerged, which was about a few hundred, but of course Pluncher couldn't count, and he just felt like he'd never seen so many dead spirits, so dense and numb all over the hillside - this must be the army of dead spirits.

He was extremely nervous, but a craving for credit and money calmed him down, as if he had overcome his fears, and he felt his heart pounding, and that dream opportunity was right in front of him.

Sure, but a moment later, he saw a row of walkers, bone skeletons in robes, in view. If he was familiar with Madara's army, he would have recognized them as skeletal wizards who were carrying out reconnaissance spells in the vanguard and supporting the scouts, but they had only one identity for Plunches.

Corpse Witch.

Here's your chance!

Planche said to himself in secret.

……