The Amber Sword

For the first time, 2,000 dead soldiers set up positions on shallow river beaches. A dark spider swordsman lined up next to one, they wore armor with a spider pattern on their chest, brushed forward one step, held a wide black sword in their hands, flattened the blade, the tip of the sword against the ground, one hand gripping the weight hammer flat against the chest, the other hand upward, pushed the handle of the sword behind them, leaned forward, and had a certain angle with the sword body - 21,000 skeletons held this motion at the same time, a row of swords dropped in the cold rain, the cold light on the blade was connected, like death's prosthetic teeth.

A small cluster of black knights clustered around Sir Viskager, the dark noble lord of the nickname Silencer also wore the armor of the Black Knight, except without a helmet, with a pale head on his chest armor, sparse hair like weeds in the wind, full of dry corpse spots on his face, a pale flame in his eyes, a cold death scent all over his body, single-handedly pressed with a sword handle embedded with a black rose, like its nickname, silently looking to the west.

It was a rolling riverbank hill, and the rain curtain formed a mist that blocked sight. After the mist, the pitch-black forest stood as a wall, yet suddenly, a white flag appeared in the forest, beneath it, a human infantry marching in unison, a silver-grey armored reflection glittering, and from then on, Sir Viskag's eyes flashed a glimmer of doubt, which he had never heard of, but the other side was well-equipped and clearly not a miscellaneous card.

A mile away, is a distance that can only be observed quietly by both sides.

“No shield, light infantry, around five battalions in size.” For a man like Sir Wiskagh, who at first glance conjectured the size of the army before him, it was nothing short of military personnel, especially skilled soldiers, with more than four hundred autonomous territories and small states, big and small. They are the best mercenaries in the entire dark world and, after hundreds of wars, their sensitivity to war has long been instinctive. “A half-group.” It lets go of its heart, and the pride of belonging to the black rose in the fire of the soul again dominates the wind, and it can't help but hold some contempt.

Spider Swordsmen are the grasshoppers of light infantry and cavalry, and as long as there are no heavy cavalry, they are the most terrible forces on the battlefield, let alone far less than their own. Sir Wiskagh grinned indifferently, thinking that these arrogant human aristocrats must still abide by the rules and embrace the creed of the infantry as a defensive force, but they must not know that the infantry can also reveal its fangs and become a sharp knife that rips the position apart.

“Let the spider tell you later that your time is over.” The commander of the Black Knight took another look at Eruin's army, and the White Lion Guard was slowly moving forward, more certain in his heart.

At this point, opposite the riverbank, the flashes of the star dots began to float.

“They're holding up spells. ”

“There are Magicians. ”

The silent conversation surrounding the Black Knight allowed Sir Wiskagh to pick a slightly sparse eyebrow. The opposite army was quite unusual, with the Magic Corps, which was at least the rank of the Van Meer Legion. The other party is most likely part of the Central Corps, not some noble army, just don't know which one it is, it frowned, the Southern Corps is in the vicinity of Ambethel, and what corps is this army from?

The magical flashes gradually became dense. Sir Wiskagh finally changed his face —— is this the size of the Royal Knights of Eruin, or part of the Black Blade Corps or the White Lion Corps? “Impossible, the elites of the three Eruites cannot come to the South unless they have completely abandoned the area north of Ampesar.” It shook its head and whispered directly in its heart, and this army was so weird in front of it. Though there are also corpse witches in Madara's army, seriously, corpse witches are not necessarily wizards, this matching magician regiment, let alone it has never seen, even in the entire military history of Warnde after the Battle of the Saints.

1,500 infantry troops, equipped with more than a hundred magic divisions -

“This is insane!” Sir Wiskagh felt either insane across the street or hallucinated himself.

There was a whining horn on the battlefield.

“The Vieirans pulled us back," Brando said, retreating his gaze from the foggy beach with Corvin, Caglis and Freya, “they seem a little conscientious. ”

“Hey, at least prove that not all the people we're trying to save are trash.” Caglis replied with a smile.

Kevin didn't say a word. The young man from Chevrond was the first to personally participate in the war. The scene in front of him, unlike what he imagined, the White Lion Guard was slowly walking in the rain. From time to time, the noise came into his ear, “Sword out the sheath!” “Line up!” When young people from Tonigal first left the forest, the queue was still a little scattered, but a hundred meters ahead had formed a hierarchical array, with horseback riding officers and preachers flying in front of and behind the queue and flying flags. Such an army, unlike the armies he had seen of the nobles, had a hidden feeling that the army should have emerged from a certain period of history and come to the battlefield.

That history, called the establishment of Eruin.

He looked back subconsciously and Brando stood with a sword and looked at his army on his horse's back, with a faint divine colour on his face.

“This army, in his view, is nothing more than that.” Corvin thought, "What kind of army does the Count want? ”

Brando smiled softly. The White Lion Guard had begun to take its first steps, but what he was about to see was push the door open with his own hands. Behind that glittering golden door is another era, one in which it began in the last year of silver, and in which it will begin today, after today, in the future. He looked up at the slim shadow in the rain screen in front of him, and at this moment Freya turned around and looked in Brando's direction. She was riding a snow-white horse, and at this moment she was wondering, “Brando, what exactly is he doing? This is not how the Mage Corps is used…", clearly stated in the tactical code of Eruin: Valuable Mages must be protected the most closely, and a Mage Corps of more than a hundred people must be protected by an army, otherwise they should be dispersed to avoid devastating blows.

The Magic Corps is an invaluable auxiliary combat force, sometimes even capable of changing the battle pattern. The Magic Corps is a powerful individual with extremely strong individual combat capabilities. In general tactics, such a strong individual should disperse them in the military, so that they can be effectively protected and pose an effective threat to enemy arrays and commanders at all points.

But now, the Tonigars are in a line like infantry, with only a small number of White Lion Guards outside the line, their singing sounds all over the riverbank, like hymns, airborne light floating, and a layer of magic covering the White Lion Guards in front. Caglis is looking up at the light-colored halfway down with the rain, falling on every soldier, even himself.

He was somewhat curious to touch that layer of energy shield a few inches away from his body, as if there was an airflow flowing up there, bypassing his fingertips, forming a vortex —— that's a windshield. “It's spectacular.” Caglis muttered to himself, assigning so many wizards to an army of only 1,500 people, and met with opposition from almost everyone, especially Antittina and Metisa, who, in the face of the difficulty of cultivating wizards in their territories, advised Brando to cherish this rare power, while the latter had experience from the Battle of the Saints and did not favour Brando's centralized use of wizards, while others, even Freya, were mostly opposed, and Tonigal now had many wizards, but most of them came from the Druids of various mercenaries, witches and rings of faith, rather than from the reserve forces cultivated in their territories, that is, once lost, difficult to replenish.

For all of us, this rare group of magicians, which should have been used with care as a secret force in Tonigal, was put together by Brando to form this group of magicians. This desolate group of magicians has been controversial since its inception, and Caglis has even heard that even Charles doesn't like the future of this group of magicians, and that the Cruz followers of Veronica speak for themselves.

But will the lord be an outburst?

Caglis looked at Brando with a light face and pinched his chin, “Well, okay... kind of like that.” But in any case, the gain spells offered by the Magic Corps of more than 200 men are enough to cover an entire army, and this scene is indeed somewhat spectacular when they are attached to everyone in the White Lion Guard.

“The Lord does seem to have some insights in doing so.” Utah finally glanced across the river, then pulled down the metal mask and answered in the rain.

Not far away Vern shook his head when he heard it. He pulled out his sword and slowly progressed with his men, hiding some worries. Concentrate the sorcerer, not that no one has done so, but the effect is really limited, the enemy will spread the formation, making the spell effect less obvious. And even if one or two troops were to be defeated, once the concentrated magician regiment was struck, the loss of precious wizards would be far higher than that of each other, and no one would do so for a long time.

But what did the lord think?

Brando looked at Caglis and wondered what he thought, “What do you think the wizard is, Caglis?” He asked. The latter hurriedly pulled down the metal mask, and although it was somewhat rude to do so, he also guessed that Brando had just seen the beauty of his laughter, and he replied with support: "My lord, in the tactical manuscript...”

“Don't be ridiculous, Caglis, you're not from Coban. Don't talk to me about tactical codes. Tell me what you think.” Brando answered in a bad way.

“My lord, I don't know.” Caglis shook his head, he was not a wizard, how could he know what a wizard would do? Rumors in the country that these wizards are capable of everything, but these rumors are obviously unbelievable: "But Princess Metisa, she...”

Brando snorted at Eruin's old tactical manoeuvres, but he didn't necessarily agree with Metissa either. Yes, the Battle of the Saints was arguably the biggest war on the earth since the destruction of Fort Barbell, where the Frost Knight, the Dragon King Cavalry, the Minor Twilight Guard, the Princess Guard of the Silver Elves, was as spectacular as an epic war, but in that war there was no witch.

Wizard history, from Tumen once--

Tumen taught magic to the people of silver, and since his inception, Warnd has had his first generation of wizards, but it was not until the Bukan dynasty flourished that the history of wizards began to shine. The thieves of these laws, during the Battle of the Saints, were nothing but a thriving force, weak as a broken chick, and all they could do in battle at the power level was look up. And the history of witches' participation in the war, and the later, the breakdown of the divine alliance, directly led to the Bukas, the Silver Pokémon retreated into the deep valley, and the age of mortals came, and many years later today, the rules of war truly changed.

What is a Wizard?

Many believe that wizards are the forces that change the situation on the battlefield. Their strange spells can bring unexpected variables to the entire war. They can mud hard land, suddenly rain on dry battlefields, ignite fires in the forest, instantly erect walls and fortresses, and provide countless help and protection to the armies of their friends. But they all ignored a little bit, the other side of the wizard.

Destructive power.

“The Wizard stands for Fire,” Brando said to Caglis, arrogantly standing in the rain: "It is a power that can dominate the battlefield. ”

This statement does not seem to differ from the previous one, and although Caglis does not understand what ‘firepower’ means, he also hears what Brando is trying to say. He didn't think so, but still answered in a loud voice: "Wizards' powers are limited, Lord, and their enemies are alive. Didn't Lord Veronica also say that killing dispersed enemies with their precious spells is a waste? ”

This is indeed a problem, after all, not the beginning of the Great Tide, but that was the aftermath, and today the magician regiment of his own is completely enough to deal with these bone skeletons at the moment. Looking back at the Battle of the Slope Forest, Brando recalled the miracles that the wizard had done in that war, and he smiled coldly, and soon this miracle would come to Madara's bone skeleton.

Tonigal's sorcerer apprentices have practiced today's battle thousands of times, but they don't even know what it brings, and it only deeply shocks everyone as it shines.

Both sides have entered the final distance of 150 yards.

The Eruins began to blow the trumpet, the White Lion Guard began to accelerate, but it was still orderly, and the soldiers on horseback also disembarked, joined their ranks, held up their swords and commanded their men with their commands to prepare to strike. And at this moment, Brando's gaze glistened, and he swept through Madara's long array, and the bone skeletons actually dispersed, as though they were from the Emperor's Corps in the Sea of the Dead Moon.

When both sides were within a hundred yards of each other, Sir Wiskagh's corpse witches began to carry spells for the Spider Swordsman, and they were either very calm, or their commanders were very calm - because there was simply no such thing as a dead spirit.

“Faster than I thought," Sir Wiskagh said to his men, “this army is strange. ”

The White Lion Guard's bizarre male lion shoulder armor has long been in their sights, and with the help of magic, this average level is no higher than the speed of Tonigal infantry at the Black Iron Peak, which is approaching the start speed of the light cavalry. Viskag suddenly grinds his teeth and realizes that the army in front of him may not be a defensive infantry at all, but, like his Spider Swordsman, an infantry for attack.

“What do they look like?” He turned back and asked.

“Kind of like the legendary White Lion Legion.” A black knight answered in a loud voice.

“No, it's not.” Sir Wiskagh shook his head, "no. ”

It's a pity it doesn't have a skull shooter under it, otherwise it can be tested. But it doesn't matter, it comes from the Emperor's Corps in the Sea of the Dead Moon, an army personally chosen by His Majesty the Supreme Emperor, equipped with the most elite soldiers and commanders of the entire Maddala, whoever is in front of them, and there is only one way out, which is to be crushed. She gave a gesture to the Black Knight to fly the flag, convey the message to the corpse witches in the army, expand the entire formation a little more, and open terrain on the beach is in their favor, as one side of the army is stronger.

And it was at this time that a flash of light suddenly flashed in the rain screen ahead.

Coming.

Sir Wiskagh thought of it in his heart.

As Count Jacques saw hundreds of golden lines crossing the rain screen on the top of the mountain, those fiery flames crossed each other like melted steel streams, and then disappeared, flashing, one beam after another, beautiful as a gift flower at the winter harp festival. Everyone was so surprised that they could barely speak. “Mage!” I don't know who shouted, "there are so many magicians in Toniguer!” The Count turns to the others, the nobles of Vieiro face to face.

How can they use magicians like this? Is that Count Tony Gale an outburst?

That's what everyone thinks.

Fireballs fell on the beach like rain, creating effects beyond everyone's imagination, and the soft soil on the beach seemed to have been injected into life, survived, flipped and lifted, creating a scene as if it were doomsday. Even the White Lion Guard's own officers were almost frightened by the scene in front of them. The horrific explosion plowed Sir Viskag's front line over again, where the Skull Swordsman had stood dispersed and was now scattered. After a round of fire, a sieve-like position appeared in front of the White Lion Guard.

At this moment, Freya seemed to have a lightning bolt in her heart and realized something.

Sir Wiskag is equally aware of the problem.

This round of magic strikes did not destroy his army, which in fact caused very limited damage and, although there were casualties, was minimal compared to the other wizard's use of magic. But the problem is, after the spell, there's a White Lion Legion ahead. It had thought that it was only an infantry and could not have entered the position so quickly, but the other side was faster than imagined. That's not even an infantry.

That's a fucking cavalry without horses!

That's the true White Lion Infantry in history!

“Quick!” Sir Wiskagh screamed suddenly: "Let the rear row go up, don't let them cut into the front line so fast! We can't let them run! ”

But it is precisely at this time that the second round of magic strikes arrives on schedule.

Brando's eyes fell on Charles, who silenced for a moment and gave the order to attack. In the gaze of all, the magic of the wizards extended forward and landed on a position between the first and second lines of the Spider Swordsman. And there, it's almost empty space now. The Vieirans behind Count Jacques were almost silly, “Why are the Tonigars attacking the open space? Are they insane? The wizards don't need money for their magic. ”

Count Linz suddenly held his mouth because he saw countless fears suddenly flying out of the battle of blood canes, heading west to the riverbank, and the monsters almost laid the sun and leaned out into their nests.

“The scepter realized the problem,” Count Jacques looked at the scene and replied in a dry manner: "The two regiments south of it are doomed. ”

“What?”

A loud whistle has sounded at this moment above the riverbank.

The magic is far from over, but Freya has raised her sword and simply given her first password in this war: "Strike! ”

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