The Amber Sword

“Strike! ”

The long sword raised in the rain, the water fog, like a silver arc. Freya high the Lion's Heart Holy Sword, the shadow in the rain screen, the white lion officers looked at her, raised the long sword in advance, the water fog filled with snow and white sword blade, suddenly raised a glittering forest; the square began to flow, everyone's stride was constantly getting faster and bigger, and eventually almost ran wildly, from time to time, some people were ahead, left and right, running in front of the white lion infantry, silver and grey armor connected to each other, far away, like a line of shining light in the rain.

This line is constantly changing and moving forward in the midst of change.

The White Lion Guard finally exploded at a terrible rate, displaying the character of the male lion completely in front of everyone on this battlefield, and another commander of the two Sovereign Swordsmen of Maddala, Megkin, looked at the scene with amazement, like a silver-grey flood running down the forest border. It had in mind at that moment the scene when the White Wings Cavalry launched their attack, but that scene was far less than the shock of seeing this scene in the rain today. What kind of infantry is this?

The flash of fire, the ball of fire not far apart, the flying sludge almost splashed all over it, but Megkin seemed completely unaware of it.

The Dead Spirit is the best army in the world, and after the blast and flame faded, the front-line spider swordsman still held the long sword and held it calmly where he was supposed to be. The formation of the evacuation has long been disconnected, as if it were individuals scattered over the position, staggered flame tail marks began to sweep over their heads, interweaving a fire net behind them that exploded, behind which Sir Viskager was screaming and exhausting to put the reserve on top, but not because its orders were not firm enough, nor because the dead lacked courage, the former servants of the Spider Swordsman followed, unknowingly rushing into the extinct light, the fireballs fell on them, behind them, then blowing them up, blowing them to pieces of bone, the heat, even melting the armor on them, the flowing metal into the ground, cooling down in the rain, forming a dark, sunken piece of metal pie.

Only a handful of lucky spider swordsmen can break through the fire net and enter a front-line position, where Eruin wizards cunningly gather their firepower and repeatedly hammer the area in the middle of the battlefield, filling Madara's wings gradually, but there is always a weak link in the center of the position. Sir Wiskagh finally looked at the scene with great despair, and he had never fought such a war. At the moment, he felt helpless as a weak, helpless little girl, who knew what the Eruins wanted, but did not know how to stop it.

“Lord Martha, Mother of the Spider, help me!” The dead don't believe in tears, but Sir Wiskagh only wants to cry.

The White Lion Guard finally seemed like a silver-gray blade cutting into Madara's front-line position on the banks of the river, and the young men in the front row were not more than ten meters away from the skeletal swordsmen who stood in the rain, and at that distance they could even see the white and grey phosphorous flames shing in each other's orbits, cold as iron, lacking the emotions of the living. White lions are brave, but still nervous to see such opponents. The officers are shouting to inspire the courage of everyone. Utah, Vern, Mars and Caglis, who are catching up from behind, more or less alleviate the hesitation in the minds of the soldiers. White lions' flags advance in the rain curtain, under the flag, there is another woman who is leading the attack. She is wearing a white robe with a lock and armor, holding a cross cane, and dressed as a battle cleric.

That's Hipamira.

Others still do not understand why the Lord wants his close servant to fight, but the clergyman has lifted the cross scepter in her hand, Brando watched the scene from afar behind the team, suddenly slightly moving in his heart, feeling the elemental foundations of the world of the brigadier shake, the light and earth elements rise from the elemental pool, then disappear into the shadows. He raised his head and saw Madara's skeletal swordsman move, and they rolled up, holding the handle of the sword in his left hand and swinging it forcefully upwards - hundreds of dark, sunken blades, neatly aligned, swinging upwards from the bottom - pulling hundreds of long arcs in the rain.

Ten meters apart, a wave-like blade visible to the naked eye burst out of the sword, the air blade propelled forward, instantly turned into a tapered shock wave, splitting the water curtain, carrying a glimmer of water, brushing it across from the first platoon of White Lion Guard officers. But it was at this time that the White Lion Guard flashed its pale grey glow, which formed an elliptical sphere under the impact of the shockwave, but no matter how intense the shockwave was, the sphere just didn't show any signs of rupture, the shockwave swept past, almost all the banks of the river were completely flattened by an inch, the grass on the beach had long been completely lifted, leaving only a pitch-black sludge, but the human soldiers who remained on the sludge were intact.

Bless the hymn.

The power of the brigade magician was first demonstrated by Hippamilla on this rainy battlefield, shocking everyone who was observing the battle ——

“What's that?” Sir Wiskagh almost screamed from his hollow chest.

What spell can immunize an entire army from harm? In its empty mind, it can't think of what level of power it is, and even a saint can't master such a law. Such a miracle can be performed only by God and only by those who exist above the rules of the world. Muggkin was also a void in his mind, a witch who could understand the horror of the scene more deeply, not magic, but power over magic.

At that moment, it acutely felt some existential law running through the clouds.

Even though it is a dead spirit, at that moment it still feels depressed, how young it is, that it has never tasted that horrible taste, as if it had long forgotten the feelings that had originally belonged to the living spirit since it became a witch. For a moment, the undamaged White Lion Guard has been interwoven with the Spider Swordsman, and both sides are equally tertiary armies, but even though the young White Lion is still in a stage of integration and toddling, even if the Tonigals are far less organized than the dead, even if this nascent army still has many weaknesses, but if they only have one advantage, the horrific Wizard Regiment will finally show results at this moment - in Amber Sword, most of which are suitable for the holding spells diffused throughout the regiment, generally weak in utility, like heroism, like inspiring morale.

And those real bonus spells, like Wind Wings, Atmospheric S.H.I.E.L.D., Heaven's Blade, Stone, Dragon Power, can only be applied to a few people at a time. These spells are better suited for team combat. If you want to be held by a few witches or clerics to the whole army, I'm afraid even if you have enough power, you'll die alive and tired. Even if you're not tired, how much time will you have on the battlefield to delay?

But this is not a problem for the White Lion Guard.

The whole Legion of White Lions is less than 1,500 men, but their Legion of Magic reaches 120 men. Brando divides the Legion into 100 divisions beforehand, and each wizard is responsible for the division of his or her own preordination, but with a few spell times, these powerful boost spells fall on everyone. This is not his own invention. After the Battle of the Slope Forest, since the witches began to engage in large-scale combat, intelligent players began to summarize the creation of these normative tactical forms, and every little detail is the experience of the previous wars, but this one is extraordinary.

Because it comes from Madara itself.

This is the true Legion of Magic that will emerge in the future of the Stone Wars, and although the White Lion Legion is far from the next level, it has taken precedence over this era.

In another history, the world's first Maddala Death Spirit defeated the Eruins with this set of tactics, defeated the Wind Spirit and defeated the Cruz, but today they are the first to taste the fruits they have planted. “I don't know if I'm a good student.” As Brando thought, he watched the White Lion Guard slice into the Wisconsin Front, where the spirits were tough, but the fragile Front could not stop the White Lion Guard that had already broken out, the silver flood rushed into the black Front, and between his eyes, he had broken through the Great Embankment and swept across the dam towards the rear of Madara's army.

Black roses can blossom in the future, fading in the light rain, and the number of visibly disadvantaged spider swordsmen, one by one, is submerged by the White Lion Guard. Under the cover of the gradual marksmanship, the Tonigars have formed a local advantage on the battlefield. Even with the full set of spells, human soldiers have far surpassed the Undead Swordsman in their individual strength. Many Skull Swordsman's swords actually collapsed under the astonishing power of White Lion soldiers, followed by splitting up and fighting each other. In such circumstances, it is difficult for Madara's dead spirit to effectively cover the dead witches in the army. Often, the dead witches are killed one by one, and the skeletons fall in pieces. The dead army, though fearless of death, has a fatal weakness.

Its lower-level dead spirits, including even formed armies like Spider Swordsman and Skull Knight, are supported by the power of the soul, not by the higher dead spirits that truly have the soul. The power of these dead spirits comes from the dead wizards themselves, and once their dead wizards are evoked, they will soon exhaust the fire of the soul and then smoke away in pieces. At this moment, the White Lion Legion is completing such a thing, the Front of Madara's Dead Spirit has been torn apart, and the rear-commanding corpse witch has been exposed to the sword. The unfinished business of Mr. Pluncher's Knight is now accomplished by Freya.

And Freya herself, who at this moment has watched Sir Viskager fight with the black knights beside him, has fully awakened the blood of her martial arts goddess, at least with a median fighting power of gold when activating the mark of the goddess. In this era, she is almost as different from the long-standing goddess of martial arts in history. After the year of Rain Swallow, she and Veronica met for the first time for the opportunity to acquire the elements of openness. A year later, she officially crossed the gates of the elements and became the true goddess of martial arts of Eruin.

The knight turned her horse and killed the past in that direction, the dead word on the other side, Muggkin noticed the scene, intentionally wanted to help, but soon the witch stopped; because a stone scepter suddenly crashed from one side, it subconsciously knitted a black magic to stop the sudden attack, but a magical scene happened, Muggle Golden eyes open to see the scepter hit his spell barrier, the black light shield sounded like dying, the law line above started flashing like a magic array, a message, then a rupture, the light shield also broke between the hectares, and then let the stone scepter smash into its head.

Without any reaction time, Megkin's head instantly broke apart, shattering like glass and blowing into powder.

“What a goddamn power!” It screams like this from the depths of its soul, and its body rocks on a skeleton battle horse and falls to the ground.

Chipamila stopped and put down the mountain range in her hand. She looked up at the witch's soul and shot it into the sky, returning to the life box where it hid somewhere, and there was some amazement in her heart about the power of this scepter in her hand.

This is the power that comes from the earth and from the mountains.

A tsunami echoed across the sky.

Brando raised his head consciously and saw a double-winged creature in the clouds, fearful of coming, one head diving halfway down in the air, the screams of a thorny ear echoing across the banks of the river valley, which seemed to infiltrate the human heart as if it could make the body cold; but unfortunately, this was not helpful for the White Lion Guard, whose courage has always been the most brilliant of the poems circulated to Eluin, the White Lion Guard was born with the properties of immune fear, arguably the best army to fight the dead spirit, and there have been many armies like the enemy in history.

Eruin, with Madara today, can be said to be exactly that.

Fear broke through the rain curtain and went straight to the magician regiment of the Tonigars. Hundreds of Fears dived neatly down at the same time, generating an alarming deterrent. Some young wizards were even scared to throw a few fireballs in the middle of the sky, but were easily bypassed by a flying dead creature with a clever leaf. Those wizards wanted to continue the spell, and the spell had not yet been exported, and they had been hit hard in the head. They turned around and saw Lord Duncan and his duck staring at them severely, "Don't get the wrong target!” Demon Duncan is no longer the unlucky apprentice he was when he went through the battle of the rings of the wind, he grew extremely fast and now has the power to be close to gold. He is one of the few wizards under Charles with this level, and he is now the Wizard Captain in the Wizards Corps.

Throughout the Magician's Regiment, such scenes are happening everywhere, and what is seen in the eyes of outsiders is that after a few fireballs in the district, the magicians shifted their target and continued to focus on bombarding the Skull Swordsman on the riverbank.

“They're crazy!” The sceptre is gradually decreasing in the positive force, and the Vieiros are under a lot of pressure for a while, but when they come back to see this scene, it's almost foolish: “Count Tonigle is not going to ask for the Magicians!? ”

Count Jacques had the same confusion in his heart, but he believed that the Count was not such a fool that he would surely have a backhand. Just where's the backhand? His eyes fell on the silent black forest.

The sceptre also looked at the black forest.

In fact, at this time, both sides of the battlefield have a feeling, more or less, that it's like a spark in the spirit that suddenly opens up, giving people the ability to predict the future. Indeed, moments later, a feather arrow was thrown up in the forest highlands, and the battlefield seemed to have subsided. Everyone saw the feather arrow slowly fly up and draw an ugly parabola, not hitting any of the ghosts, but flying halfway down, ‘banging’ on Brando's shoulder armor.

Brando looked at the arrow and looked back somehow into the bushes of the black hole behind him.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.” Phoenix threw up her tongue, and this Tree Elf shooter looked embarrassed at his commander: “All blamed the monsters for shouting at me. ”

Metissa couldn't help but smile at her, shake her head, and then turn around and raise the long bow of the wind shooter in her hand.

But this twisted arrow is like a signal on the battlefield.

Next moment.

The tidal waves swept through the clouds...

In everyone's eyes, a wall, a dark green wall, was raised in the forest, made up of countless green dots, each of which was a glittering arrow. “How dare they plan to use archers against ghosts?” When the scepter saw the scene, he was relieved, and the Vieiros used their crossbowmen to fight his fear, but the elite crossbowmen of thousands fired in two rounds, but only two of them were slightly injured. The fear was flying too fast and too high, and itself, like the skeleton, had arrow resistance, without fear of this soft attack.

Not to mention, archers are more affected than crossbowmen in such weather.

The scorn smile that split on its skull's head didn't have time to expand further, and the next moment it was frozen on its face. Because it sees that the arrows do not, like the arrows fired by ordinary archers, exhibit a parabolic course of action —— high up, through the spectre, and then fall —— like a hurricane, that green wall sweeps across from the spectre formation of flight to the distance of three or four miles before it gradually depletes its kinetic energy and falls from a high point.

But it doesn't matter.

Importantly, after the Arrow Rain, the Fear fell like rain for more than twenty heads.

“Pokémon Archer!” This range, the scepter's mind only feels a buzz, and only the most ace shooter's army of elves can have this terrible range. But neither the Wind Genie nor the Wild Genie could have appeared in this place, and it roared in its throat, staring dead at the army, trying to figure out one thing at a time:

Where the hell did this army come from?

And at the same moment, Count Jacques was shocked: "Enchanted arrow!” He glanced at the scene and suddenly understood where he had been mistaken before.

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