The Amber Sword

Running knights beneath the woods with their squire. That kind of scene is like the end of the day for all these Vieiro soldiers who have never seen the world before, raising a deep fear from the bottom of their hearts, as if they felt that the fear was pounding towards them, they were alone, and the next moment they were going to die without a burial place. The militias were frightened like sieve bran, where there was still the courage to resist, only to drop their weapons, scream and run away, between eyes, completely collapsed.

And the sharp claws of fear, like hooks hanging in the air, swept past the heads of the soldiers, swept the knight on the back of the horse and pulled him from the back of the horse alive. The knight screamed miserably, shouting that his intestines and spine had been drawn from his lower body, and his bloody half flew towards the sky, and then fell, and pieces of his gut and stinking blood were scattered all over the ground. The spirits roared again, slipping back out of the woods and flying high.

Count Jacques, the supreme commander of the Vieira army, looked at the scene in white, and three or forty fears spread their wings a few meters wide, driving them halfway into the forest from the collapsed soldiers of the knights. Many knights were not killed by these dead spirits at all, but crashed their brains in the trees, killing them alive; or they died from treading on each other, especially those who panicked, so long as they were crushed to the ground, the basement was mostly a dead end. The scene of 1,200 people being driven into the dense jungle like ducks is really sad and funny. If they had the courage to stop and go back to war, they might still be able to get away with it, but they already scared the cowards, preferring to scare themselves to death, and never wanting to stay and fight those nightmares.

Several noble commanders of the Vieira Army and knights of more noble origins watched this ridiculous scene, but no one could laugh. Count Jacques turned back and whispered a few words, coming out of the woods in red robes, with clerics with pointy-top high hats, with holy objects in their hands, with the teachings of the Temple of Fire in their hands, walking along the cavaliers in the woods whispering what, not long after, the visible white light rose from the sacrament in their hands, forming a halo, which gradually covered the entire army. Count Jacques felt as though he had been infused with a warm, melting force that had not brought him tangible benefits, but surprisingly possessed a reassuring force that calmed him down for a while.

It's courage to bless. The troubled aristocratic private armies in the woods also appeared slightly quieter in the chanting of the temple priest of flames.

“It's the halo of fear, and those screaming monsters must be the higher end of the spectrum.” Jacques held the handle of the sword and said to the others around him. Count Jacques, at least through the Black Rose War, was a minority of Vieiro generals who had dealt with Madara, compared to his more miserable colleagues around him. In this case, Grand Duke Vieiro took him as a close friend, and the last time His Royal Highness brought Brando's letter to her grandfather, the Duke of Vieiro asked him to answer. But at the time, he dismissed Brando's speculation that, in his deep-rooted insights, those things in the darkness to the east were nothing more than the dogs of some fly camp, and that Madara had taken advantage of the Black Rose War simply because the kingdom had not invested much precaution in the Butch area.

In Karasu, for example, the highland knights did not take advantage of Madara too much.

But at this moment, Count Jacques began to shake his heart a little, and this army of Madara in front of him was clearly different from the one he had seen last year in Vieiro. When he led the army in Vieiro against the army of the dead, he was scared enough to remember that when the shaky ribs were first attacked from the woods, the peasant soldiers recruited from the countryside collapsed almost immediately. Good thing that his knights' brothers and sisters stabilized their feet, after a stroke, it was found that Madara's skeleton was no more than that. The only thing that threatened them a little was the witches, but the fighting power was roughly the same as that of the knights under the Lord.

Of course, the Count did not know that the invasion of Vieiro was by the army of Frost Claw, who himself was a corpse eater, but only the lowest level of the dark nobility of Madara, and probably now his men are like knights. He snuck into Vieiro just to avoid the horrible highland knights taking advantage of the cheap spot, and the idea was the same as that of our Lord Plunchie, without expecting to hit Jacques at gunpoint. The two fought head-on, beating a half a pound and eight taels, and Jacques lost almost all of his obedience to the infantry, while Frost Claw was even worse, losing a lot of corpse witches, and since then he has been depressed and soon annexed by other lords.

He wouldn't even know that it was Maddalene's elite in the Black Rose War who invaded Butch. Instarone and Tagus were close friends of Maddalene's noblest man. One-eyed Dragon Tagus was famous, and the Vampire family was the most trusted force of Maddalene's emperor until after the Battle of the Slope Forest. And now the army of the sceptre, while less luxurious at the commander's level than a combination like Installon Gattagus, is actually stronger than the army of Installon in the Black Rose War after joining the dark mercenaries from the Sea of the Dead Moon.

This strong contrast is now clearly magnified tens of millions of times in Count Jacques' field of view, making his mood seem to go from the clouds to hell. Though he is a skilled soldier, apparently calmly speaking of ‘high-end creatures of the dead', he is in fact aware of what he hears about these things as well.

Count Jacques' colleagues were obviously well aware of his manoeuvres and did not receive much comfort. They saw behind the fear of driving away the knights, and they flew out dozens of the same horrible creatures, and they swept past the gentle hillsides, the woodland on the hillsides, and a few low mountains, heading in this direction, and although there was still quite a distance, they were still panicking. Their hilltop, facing the Cherney Valley, on the other side of the valley opposite the left, is about a few miles away from the knights who escaped, and in a dense coniferous forest on the right, ambushed with elite heavy-duty infantry guarding the central crossbowman position, which was a very beautiful strike position, relying on the left-wing cavalry to effectively engage Madara's army of the dead in this 20-mile wide valley, buying time for the Tonigars and the Lantonians.

But the problem now is that they've lost the power involved, and after losing the cover of the cavalry, the heavy infantry and the crossbowmen are now man-made knives, and I'm fish meat, not to mention Madara's aerial power. By this time, a famous swordsman around Grand Duke Vieiro had been able to distinguish between those fearful of at least the median strength of silver, that is, at least the quadruple creatures, and now everyone has changed their face, more than a hundred quadruple creatures, which alone can kill all their noble infantry less than 4,000 people here.

Counts Zlin and Bomosh immediately insisted that they should withdraw. Their rationale is to preserve their strength for the army, and if they are wiped out before the Rantonians, then the scene in the Hillman Valley will be repeated that day, but if they can withdraw at least 4,000 people, or at least six troops from these twelve battalions, then there is hope for subsequent fighting. The aristocratic knights immediately echoed this argument, but Count Jacques himself was laughing, and he was well aware of these people's thoughts, saying that crowning was nothing but greed and fear of death. They thought it was a steady fight, so they wanted to fight first and then, but as soon as they encountered a little danger, they thought they were going to stay out of it.

Of course, Count Jacques himself understands that he is not a noble man himself, and that these people's ideas are justifiable. “But the question is, are these guys all idiots?” He can't bear the dark anger, "you think we have the initiative now? Retreat if you want? ”

With that in mind, the Count also had to look cold; at least compared to his colleagues, he was a knowledgeable lord of nobility. Count Jacques plunged his sword into the ground and suddenly replied coldly: "The Duke has given us full authority to command this coalition. We must do our duty. Are you the ministers of the adults, who do not fight back? ”

Count Zlinger was Jacques' best friend, but he had to be surprised by his attitude. Am I freaking out when I think about my friend? He had met the madmen of the Royal Party, but his friends were by no means such people. He couldn't help but look at each other strangely and wonder what drugs the guy was selling. Most of the other nobles have the same idea, but their gaze at Count Jacques has become more or less misguided, like a divination rule, and in today's aristocratic circle, you can be just fine, but if you want to interfere with the interests of others, even the safety of life, then you are doomed not to be tolerated by the rules.

Now the nobility of Eruin, as Brando put it, is long gone from the glory of ancient times. The nobles of the first Jun Ek, by example, plowed out a kingdom on this barbaric land with their swords, but their descendants had long lost that courage and became nothing but a waste of conspiracy and power.

But at this point, Jacques had more or less this idea in his mind, and he simply didn't understand how these guys who had a great conversation with themselves on weekdays could be so stupid. He glanced at these guys coldly and had to make it clear: "What are you going to retreat with? You ever run a skeleton knight? Or those monsters that can fly through the sky? A bunch of idiots, now our only chance of survival is to stick around here and wait for the Rantonians to rescue us. Of course, you can try to turn around and escape and gamble for less than one percent of your chances of survival, but do you have the guts? ”

Count Jacques couldn't help but breathe a long breath after saying this. Somehow, although it felt like defeat was imminent, he was somehow happy in his heart. He suddenly discovered that he was at least one of the best compared to this bunch of idiots.

Everybody's scared.

These aristocratic lords, although mostly bearing the title of minister and knight of Vieiro, are in fact mostly shaded by their fathers, one of whom has a face in the aristocratic circle, but unfortunately, war? That kind of thing is a little too far away for the province of Vieiro, which is situated in the national territory. In their eyes, the most recent war was between Grand Duke Vieiro and Jean de Neil. The kind of small-time scene that, in Brando's view, is not even a border conflict, is comparable to the scale of the villagers' struggle, and is still alive and well enough for these nobles to fabricate several so-called 'famous generals’. When Count Jacques himself was one of them, now he's just blushing.

A moment later, most of these aristocrats confirmed from their friends, or their subordinates, the words of Count Jacques, and suddenly an eggplant, like a frosted egg, swept away. There are also a few who are foolish enough to ask if they can surrender to Madara. Of course, you all know that surrender is okay, as long as you become a dead man. But this result is clearly unacceptable to them, and in fact it is also a disadvantage for Madala in the face of the human kingdom. In general, surrender and redemption of nobility is very common in the confrontation between the human kingdom and the human kingdom and even any other civilized kingdom. It is a common sense in the war of nobility that nobility is captured and treated with dignity, and then awaits the offer of the family to redeem it and return to the country in dignity.

But Madara does not accept the kingdom of the living, defeated by Madara, which is basically equivalent to being killed, so even the most cowardly army in the battle with Madara will not choose to surrender and will often fight to the death. And now the same is true of the choice left to Count Jacques. If we do not stay and fight, we will have to be killed. There is no second way to go.

“What if the Lantonians don't come? They know we've been defeated, and I don't think they're likely to die.” Some of the nobles could not bear to ask.

“They dare not come!” Count Bomosh replied angrily. But after that, he opened his mouth and suddenly lost it. It seems as if those present suddenly remembered that they had changed their plans without authorization, otherwise they would not have fallen into this situation. And now the Rantonians not only have every reason not to come, they can even scold their stupidity behind their backs. Of course, in the view of these aristocrats, this is definitely not because they made mistakes, but because the Rantonians are so narrow-minded.

The forest was silent for a moment.

Count Jacques, worried about morale, replied, "Don't worry, the Count Tonigle is likely not to come, as far as I can tell, he is such a cautious figure. But Commander Ike Langtonilan, I know the character of that guy, he's an idealistic knight, and if he comes, he'll definitely come back for us. If, of course, you have to be angry enough to hold on until then, otherwise don't blame them for collecting your bodies. ”

With Count Jacques' explanation, combined with Ike's reputation after the Battle of Ambethel, these Vieiro nobles were finally relieved. In fact, Ike's personality has already been praised in private, as if the knight could hear his praise more than a dozen miles away and hurry to rescue them.

With potential hope, the Earl of Jacques finally inspired the morale of this army, which at this moment is no longer fighting for victory, but simply for survival.

Vieiro's army began to rearrange defensive positions in the woods, and their movements quickly reached the ears of the blood wand through fear.

The Dark Lords of Madara had settled down completely by this time, at least they thought they had figured out the details of the enemies that were coming before them - not just the Lantonians, or the Vieiros. Definitely not a highland knight anyway. As for Count Tonigal? Excuse me, what is that? These dark nobles from the sea of the dead moon have never heard of them. The obvious good news for them is that it seems that the army of Rantoniland and Vieiro has no idea of Madara, and that they are completely different from the army of the former Goran-Elson, more like the army of Eruin a year ago, both in the eyes of the blood cane and in the eyes of these untamed dark mercenaries.

It's a piece of garbage, not even garbage.

“Looks like they have a reinforcement.” The dark-haired young man knocked on the map and replied to the scepter: "This support army should be around us, though I don't know how these Eruins have disjointed themselves. But they're not much of a threat to us. Even if this pocket is closed, their fighting power alone is not worth a damn. Besides, these idiots screwed up. Now all we have to do is eat these idiots safely and safely. ”

He laughed, “They're just here to give us the source. ”

The scepter was also laughing, and the foolishness of the Eluynes might seem a little surprising to these dark mercenaries, but it seemed to him that they had become commonplace. He was also surprised by the combat power of the White Wing Cavalry of the Van Meer Corps, which was already somewhat unusual, and which was their normal level at the moment. Its eyes looked at the pale map made of animal leather, as if it really looked over the land from the middle of the sky, and the army of the dead were marching forward a few miles wide, and it was impossible for these humans to surround the area unless it had been sealed off.

Of course, it might have been possible, but the other party was a little stupid.

“Try their fighting power with a skeleton first.” It replied coldly, setting the tone of the battle.

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