The Amber Sword

Planchet doesn't understand that he could change the outcome of a war.

If he understands that, I'm sure he would be greatly honored.

Less than a minute after the battle in Slovak, many of Vieiro's Lord's Cavaliers first felt wrong. In fact, it is not normal to feel wrong - the whole Slovak battle was doomed to slip in an unexpected direction when the knight named Pluncher slammed out of the woods with his squire in the face of a whole army of skeleton magicians - who, of course, thought themselves to be corpse witches. Planchet's behavior is like a signal that the knights, boys, hurry up and fight for your credit. Although no one blows the trumpet, it's like the trumpet has sounded, and all the knights who fought and ambushed the area screamed and attacked behind Planchet.

As a result, such acts instantly affected the entire left wing of the Vieiro army, and before their commanders could react, they found that the front wing of the army had been disjointed. Everyone couldn't help but stare at that moment, although, in order to be able to set aside troops from other regions to fight for credit, they more or less hinted at their opponents, suggesting that they could launch an attack on their own initiative with their acquiescence, without having to wait for that scheduled moment.

But the problem is, it seems too early. The Supreme Commander on the Vieira side was just a little stunned and couldn't help yelling, “Who!” He roared, "Whose men are those?” Everyone around him was so frightened at this moment that even the army of blood canes had not really entered the circle of the Vieiro army, because Prounchie had indeed chosen a good time.

The assault that broke into them also stunned the dead.

Dark lords from the Sea of the Dead Moon reacted extremely quickly, stabilizing their feet almost immediately. In their imagination, humans were ready, and the skeleton army at the forefront would certainly not be able to hold them; they abandoned the army directly, shrinking backwards in order to prevent the ambushed human army from striking their main force, but then these dark mercenaries, old in battle, were surprised to discover that the human knights seemed not to have found them at all, but were excited to kill the past in the direction in which they were at the forefront. Their first reaction, of course, was not to strike their forefront with the entire left wing of a great human army, but rather to think that it was merely a decoy. If they dared to go forward to support or retreat the forefront to rendezvous, the human main force hidden in the surrounding hills would appear and give them a heavy blow.

It was a logical idea, after all, that no one would expect their opponent to suddenly go mad, although sometimes the truth of the facts might be so absurd.

But at this point, the blood wand couldn't help but stare. “Isn't that the Van Meer Legion? But where do so many human armies come from?” Of course, if it sees only the knights who killed them as a wing of the Vieira army, then the number is acceptable to it, but the problem is that the sceptre has preceded its lords in thinking that it is only the vanguard bait of the human army, which has more than 2,000 men, and that the human army that is ambushed here must not exceed 23,000? The scepter can't even think of all these damn Eluyns coming from there, if, of course, it still has brains to hang.

In the view of the Vieiro side, the hesitation of the Undead Army has taken on another meaning: the army of the blood wand now brightly has about thousands of Skull Warriors, one third of whom are already Skull Archers, in addition to a large Skull Cavalry, a mercenary from the Sea of the Dead Moon. These are essentially its full strength, plus hundreds of ghosts, and some ghosts, zombies, or other murderous spirits, but they're not large enough.

And now, the vanguard of this Undead Army is under attack by the Eruins, and this vanguard is made up of hundreds of Skull Warriors and dozens of Skull Wizards responsible for detecting spells, plus a few Skull Cavalry scouts, and that's it, positively holding the entire left wing of the Vieiro Army, which is a result that almost all Vieiro commanders are frustrated. If the dead commanded the army to kill at this time, fearing that Vieiro's army would soon begin to collapse completely from the left, I don't know how many people were cursing the recklessness of the knights below. Although they also wanted to leave Brando alone for this glory and credit, I didn't expect that the knights below would be more urgent than them, and the army of blood canes had not entered the siege, and those damn guys had already launched an advance attack.

At this point, these commanders immediately experienced the kind of helplessness Brando had previously experienced.

Yet, at a time when they themselves thought it was going to be a tragic defeat, the Maddala side took a very cautious approach, and those bone skeletons were clearly shrinking their defenses and intended to give up their pioneering appearance. What is happening to the commanders of the Vieira Army, who cannot help but wonder, what are these bone skeletons doing?

After all, these lords of Grand Duke Vieiro are not real idiots. They quickly guessed Madara's thoughts, but even if they did, nobody dared move lightly but watch the whole left wing kill to the other side's forefront and pray that those idiots realize what's going on and take advantage of it and retrieve it quickly. On the one hand, of course, pray for Martha's blessing so that those damn bone skeletons don't see the blossoms. They dared not send more men and horses to help the left wing, not even to move slightly. Madara's bone skeleton thought they were sending forward as well. Once the other troops were exposed, the other side would be even dumber and aware of their arrangement, which would be over by then.

Grand Duke Vieiro's supreme commander couldn't help but sweat. He never dreamed that the battle would come to this point and could only order the aristocratic private forces ambushing the main front and the right wing to quickly reorient themselves in case the left wing was crushed, or at least to support it. On the one hand, it is also a silent prayer that the army of Lantoniland will follow them faster and join in this battle. Madara has nearly 10,000 troops, while Vieiro's alliance with Lantoniland has 15,000 men. If the army of Lantoniland joins the battle in a timely manner, the situation will never be as dangerous as it is now.

But what made him bitter was that it was precisely because of the bitter consequences of the private actions of the Rantoniland and Tonigal armies that they had been left in this dilemma at this very moment.

At this moment, His Excellency the Commander cannot bear to feel a sense of self-inflicted sin.

So at this moment there is a strange balance on the battlefield. Both sides of the battle are praying for miracles. Vieira hopes that Madara will not recognize the low-level mistakes they have made so quickly, and the Staff is anxious to find out who is ambushing herself and how many human armies lie ahead. According to the judgment of the Dark Lords, at least there is a large army of more than 20,000 men ahead. If this judgment is true, the Staff can only pray for miracles if it is possible for his army to escape from this hill.

It actually has an understanding in its mind at this moment, and this army in front of it, probably comes from Vieiro or Lantoniland.

But what happened next on the battlefield left everyone like a wooden chicken.

The knights are fighting, and there are waves of light blue waves on the hillside of the meadow, which are moving forward.

Planchet's most glorious moment of his life, about this moment, he rode on horseback, held up a shield, and held a long gun. Although he ran all the way down the road, his equestrian skills were almost invisible, but in any case, he was leading the army to strike. Thousands of army horses followed him, he was like the spear tip of the sharp spear. At this moment, he finally understood what the knights called glory, which is glory. He couldn't help yelling, as if he could call the "corpse witches" in front to surrender their weapons.

He felt his moment was spectacular and must have entered the eyes of the big men. He was the first knight to launch the attack and was about to bring a glorious victory to Vieiro. This time, he was definitely going to be a minister next to the Grand Duke. Of course, it never occurred to Planche that the real minister next to Grand Duke Vieiro, the Supreme Commander of the Vieiro Army, would unload him if possible.

But Planchet knew nothing and was immersed in the romance of the knight. He suddenly felt that he had lived the first half of his life for nothing. At this moment, this is the life he truly wanted.

For this moment, he died soon, and he thought it was worth it.

But perhaps it was Martha who felt his desire in the middle of the world and was willing to push him back so that he could achieve the ultimate goal of his life. In short, in the eyes of Lord Pluncher, the dead witches of the fish meat on the chopping board, they should not have fought any resistance at all, just waiting for him to get into them, these damn bone skeletons would be as ashy as turkey hounds, and if it were the army of humans, they might have panicked and pissed their asses off by now.

But unlike Planchet imagined, those bone skeletons lifted their canes for the first time.

At that moment, he felt he might have been deceived.

Master Planchet used to hear those bards talking about the powers of wizards in a bar, becoming a wizard, another dream of his. Until the last moment of his life, he finally witnessed the beauty of magic.

Actually, it's not that gorgeous--

The skeleton magician pointed a finger at him, and Pluncher had hardly responded, and half his body swelled, banging into a bloody mist. This death is a less than satisfactory end for the Knight Master, but for others it is only the beginning of terror. This shocking way of death starts at the first moment with the shock of all the servants following the Plunches, a living man blowing up into a piece of flesh in front of you, and the flying mist of blood and the pieces of his gut splashing all behind you. The impact of this temporarily pulled up so-called noble soldier, not to mention the true professional soldier, is not necessarily bearable.

And so it became plausible that the waiters collapsed the first time.

The only idea they can think of is to turn around and run! And then they collided with the knights behind them, and the battlefield was chaotic, and then the black magic of the Skull Wizard blew up in the human army one after the other, and the knights, most of them just Plunches, had long heard from all kinds of different ways —— the dead, but so long as they overcome their fears, they were not even as good as human soldiers. Thinking about it seems to be true, in fact, that many people embark on the battlefield with this attitude in mind, but the problem is that they quickly discover a gap between ideals and reality and realize that overcoming fear does not seem to be an easy task in itself.

Even the knights of the regiment were frightened, not to mention the servants behind them, slightly bolder, simply pulled the reins of the horses around from the front sides of Madara, some of these lucky ones could survive. Be brave, turn your hands and feet around, most of you collide with your own people, you need to know that this battlefield has a certain gradient, the result of this collision can be imagined, a large number of knights were dropped forward, fell on the grass, and then the back riding inexperienced colleagues stepped over from the body, it is unbearable to see.

And then there were some completely frightened, and they rushed straight into the Skull Army, but the problem was that the number of people was too small, and a few of them rushed into the formation, inserted into the spear of dense numbness, to show the public.

That's it.

In more than a decade, however, the entire left wing of the Vieiro army was completely crushed by less than a quarter of their dead spirits, or rather by themselves. Of course, this is not because the aristocratic private army on the Vieiro side is really poor, on the one hand, because of the mistakes made by their commanders, in order to fear that the knights from all over would drag the private army of the Duke, but to concentrate them all on the left, of course, because the left wing seemed to be clearly easier to fight because of the terrain, but he never dreamed that these damn guys would be so undisciplined and rush out on their own.

I just flushed out and somehow collapsed.

Of course, this is also why most of the local army in Vieira has never dealt with Madara, just as in the first Black Rose War the Van Mil Corps faced the collapse of the Undead Army. In fact, that is not a manifestation of true combat power, but merely a human fear of the natural nature of the Undead.

But in any event, the immediate result was the imposition of the death penalty on this Vieiro supreme commander.

No matter how weak their left wing might have been, the end result of the war had been declared when the entire left flanked and exposed their side of the army to the opposite attack.

The Grand Duke Vieiro's chief minister stood there almost stubbornly, sweating cold on his forehead.

And at this point, Madara's eyes, both on the blood wand and on the dark lords of his men, were just as stunned. They prayed the moment before that that they could retreat from this ambush, but what happened the next moment was like an awkward comedy, and somehow it was happening in front of them. That only took the lead, came prepared, a few times as many human armies as their pioneers, and it just collapsed.

Which one is this?

The dark lords of the staff are even more face-to-face, coming from the cruel battlefields of the Sea of the Dead Moon. Both sides of the war are veterans of the Sandbox, and few people make such low-level mistakes on the battlefield. When they saw the scene, instinctively, the first thing they thought about was not that the humans across the street were laughing, but that it wasn't a terrible trap. Imagine a trap where one or two thousand people would have to be sacrificed, and the ultimate goal would certainly be to destroy them all.

These dark collars are mainly sweaty words, and they must be as cold as the highest commander in Vieiro.

But of all people, only the sceptre reacted first, and it had the most dealings with these Eruins, well aware of some of each other's integrity, and it realized almost immediately that there was a problem. Of course, always cautious, it did not go up to rescue its pioneer in the first place, but waved a cane and passed a password back. And at the same moment that he gave the order, more than a dozen fearful spirits flew from the Army of the Dead Spirit, flying towards the position of the Eruin in front of them.

The Supreme Commander of the Vieiro side said that there was one last glimmer of luck before that, but immediately after seeing the death of this horrific flight with its wings several metres wide, it became clear that this was all over, and Madara would soon find out what was going on in front of them. Imagine an army that has lost its wings and has not been able to come back for a short time, exposing itself to the main forces of the other army.

Besides, they have skull cavalry, they don't even have a chance to escape.

If there is any further hope in the mind of His Excellency the Commander at this moment, it is to be hoped that the army of Rantoniland, which was abandoned by them, and the army of Tonigar, which was commanded by the Count, will appear on the battlefield as soon as possible, as soon as possible.

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