The Amber Sword

Windshot is a four-stage army, and fear is also a four-stage army, but the spirit's proud ingenuity and mobility are naturally restrained in front of precision wind shooters. The arrows brought about by their horrible body like skeleton are not worth mentioning in front of the Enchanted Arrow, and all that remains is poor defense and vitality. These dead creatures inspire their broken wings to fly head over the battlefield, and the great screams sweep past the head of the assaulting White Lion Guard. When Caglis raised his head, he saw only more of these monsters stuck with arrows like hedgehogs falling like rain, falling heavily on the beach, and after the first wave of arrow rain, the number of monsters flying in the air had been reduced by a sixth.

The scepter still did not order the fear to retreat, and the rest of the fear rolled down in mid-air to lower altitude and begin to dive into the magician regiment of the Eruins. “They do want to replace our wizards with this idea, Lord knows them so well.” Metissa watched the monsters whistling through the gap between the trees with admiration in her eyes, and the rain dotted on her soft face, converging along the arc of her cheek to the tip of her chin and dropping; in the bush near her, about 600 elves or human archers were similarly hidden under a broad cloak, with hundreds of eyes staring closely at the scene, but by the same token their hands did not stop, pulling a second arrow out of their back pockets neatly.

“Arrow number three.” Metisa opened her bow and aimed at an airspace.

The forest immediately raised a white flame, a star point, like a star in darkness.

Metissa nodded satisfactorily: "Wait within 400 feet and follow my orders. ”

She squinted her eyes and measured the distance. Fear had almost reached the head of the magicians. Some young apprentices of the wizards screamed, and had it not been for the leadership of each party to maintain order, they would have fled almost immediately. And it was at this time that the little princess of the Pokémon opened her mouth slightly: "Guided by me, shoot.” She breathed the slightly cooler air with water vapor between the forests. Her arrows were not at the top of the list, but she was born a commander of the Legion of Ringos. Among these tree elves, she was also at the top of the list. At the same time she gave the order, she loosened her fingertips and the feathers came out with water flowers, like a silver thread, into the formation of those monsters in the sky, in the middle of one of the fearful heads.

The ghost made a terrible scream, and the place where his head was shot through instantly lit a holy flame, it pounded in the middle of the sky, but a moment later, his whole body turned into a group of fire advancing in the air, which struggled to fall to the ground, but before it reached the ground, it had burned out.

Then stormy, with the fluttering bow strings, a white flame rose from the forest and smugly shot at the spirits that were diving; for Madara, the scene in front of her was a disaster, almost a hundred spirits seemed to hit a sacred storm in the face, one arrow after the other, and then burned, wrapped in the holy flame, mourning to fall, not yet to the ground had been scattered into Mars, grey smoke extinguished; the spirits kept their formation passing through Mars, but after the storm, they fell 708, leaving less than a quarter.

On the side of the scepter, those high-ranking corpse witches who summoned fear were almost knocked out. They disappeared halfway between the high-ranking dead spirits who had so easily summoned them. For a while, they hardly understood what was going on. But the scepter understood, its skull palm clutching its own staff, the fire of the soul in its orbit beating so fiercely as never before, that it understood that it had been fooled by those damn Eloins.

“They did prepare arrows baptized with holy water.” Count Jacques watched the scene from afar and sighed. People are so prepared, they're like amateurs —— in Brando's eyes, of course, they're amateurs. But what really surprised him was that the Tonigars' first wave of arrow rain was obviously another enchantment, and if they enchanted themselves with holy attributes in the beginning, the blood wand might have retreated the fear. The Tonigars obviously figured this out, putting a condom on Madara's bone skeleton from the beginning.

“If the first wave of arrow rain did not use the Enchanted Arrow, there was now too much fear left, that is, they had long guessed that the staff would use fear, and how it would be used. The Tonigars even arranged the fate of these fears," Count Jacques couldn't help but wonder: “How did the Count actually guess this? ”

But if he told Brando these questions, Brando would have told him too much. For him, the sceptre is like a big, open book, clearly written on it, which is like cheating; the sceptre of history is cautious but courageous and good at seizing the opportunity to pass, but when faced with the Eruin, he is very arrogant, and with his character, he will surely seize his judgment error. But if he doesn't show enough ‘sincerity' in the first round of ambushes, he will certainly alert the cautious guy, so he used a wind projector and another enchantment, but he didn't use the most sacred attribute enchantment for the death spirit to kill and kill, in order to make the blood wand come out. 'So this is the ambush of the Eruins, that's all.’ mentality, so that you can use your fears with confidence and boldness.

And as for what is calculated to cause most blows to fear, this is pure bullshit, the battlefield is constantly changing, people's hearts are even more difficult to predict, no one dares to say ten to nine stable, he set this trap according to the character of the blood wand, originally based on the mindset that can kill as many ghosts as possible, but now it seems that the results are unexpected. No, it should be said that it cannot be better. There are still more than a dozen fears left in the sky. They will not have any effect if they dive. After all, the wizards below are not powerless to fight back. Therefore, the high-ranking corpse wizards who control them hurriedly summon these remaining seeds back, otherwise the spirit will not even have aerial reconnaissance in the next battle.

If there's any more fighting to come.

The young shooter girls in the forest were not convinced to look at the consequences of their own battle, almost cheering the sparrows, and Metissa stared at the fear of flying back for a long breath. She lowered her long bow in the rain screen, thinking that the first battle of the wind shooter had finally yielded a perfect answer. “Lord, this wind shooter is far from our time, but there are some unique places.” She silently thought that the historical Legion of Ringo was a corps of people who rode unicorns in close warfare, with silver long guns, could immediately launch a glorious assault, take down long bows at a distance, immediately be first-class archers, and were well versed in archery. This shooter unit, led by itself, certainly cannot keep pace with its own people in history, but it is also the first-rate of our time and must be the first-rate.

Though she did not speak much during the week, as if she had no quarrel with the world, there was still pride in her heart belonging to the people of silver, which was her army, so it could only be the best. It has historically been called the Forest Song, and it should now be inherited by that name. The ancient songs of the forest, which echo the trees for millennia, sing the legend of the elves' heroes weaving arrows against their enemies, this is the song of the forest.

She looked and admired Brando, who stood outside the forest's borders in the rain.

Brando equipped wind archers with three types of Enchanted Arrows: Arrow 1 Enchanted Wind Wing Wings, which increases the range of arrow projections; Arrow 2 Enchanted Rock Peak, which is used against heavy cavalry within the projection distance; and Arrow 3, which is a holy attribute Enchanted Arrow specially prepared for the war against Madara. Typically, each wind archer carries twenty-four ordinary arrows and two of the remaining three Enchanted Arrows, for a total of thirty. This is only the main enemy of this battle being the Dead Spirit, so the number of Arrows 1 and 2 has been specifically reduced to four Arrows 3.

And these are the six Enchanted Arrows, for a total cost of 420 Torr. Six rounds were fired by 600 wind archers, and the cost of maintaining an ordinary infantry regiment for a year was fired out.

Such luxurious equipment, in the eyes of any aristocrat in Eruin, is absolutely the act of a loser, who would rather lose a small sum of money in a battle to redeem his life's freedom than, presumably, this luxurious war, where it is a battle, simply burning money in a race.

But this expensive expense has brought the meaning it deserves today, and those Vieirans who tremble in the woods, I'm sure, should feel more deeply about it at this moment.

“But how in the world could Lord Lord see this day coming? ”

The little princess was full of confusion and curiosity. She had studied the history of mankind when she had spent the last ten centuries in the airspace of the Cold Fir. The battle of the Saints seemed to be a distant memory. What her lord had seen made him go further and further down the road at the moment; or, as they said, Lord Lord Bucci was only too impressed by these dead spirits, which is why he had everything today.

She shook her head again, and there was a hidden feeling in her heart that Lord Lord had been preparing for something, but not just because of what had happened in Butch, otherwise his actions in Ambesseur would be beyond words.

Metissa turned around and put her index finger and thumb in her mouth, blowing a long whistle at her own people, her own sisters. “Rest is over,” she ordered, not loud, but spread throughout the forest: "We have a good start, but then, here's our moment to shine, to tell our enemies what a song is! ”

“Arrows knit!” The girls answered with one voice.

Metisa nodded.

Brando stood on the highlands of the river and watched the situation change throughout the hills. The White Lion Guard had completely torn apart the positions of the Sovereign Swordsmen of Viskag and Megkin under the constant cover of the wizards. The light of the fireball plowed across the river. The Skull Swordsmen had just been blown to the ground in an attempt to climb up, sharp ice creeping down the ground, and then the young white lion crushed from these stubbling enemies, Freya and Vern cooperated to kill Viskag, and one side of the battlefield was swayed with the flag of black roses and spiders before falling down.

Brando held his lips and watched Cold as Viskag was cut off with one hand and one leg struggling to maintain balance against Freya on the battlehorse. It was also a dark surprise in his heart. If humans fought in such conditions, they would have been mad, but they fought with their last convictions. But Viskag is still quite calm, which is the spirit of the dead, empty chest without fear, fanaticism or impulse of any kind, and they are still a horrible snake at the last minute before death, and could bite a hole in your body with poisonous teeth at any moment.

Good thing they're too light.

Viskag fell, following the back dust of Megkin, who died too stifled, and under the wilful boost of the mountains, Shipamira played a terrible power that he could not even imagine. After the Death Frost Forest War, Hippamilla was already a vegetarian cleric, and now has the same rank of warrior and combat experience, basically equivalent to a double-elite profession in the game, something Brando has only heard about a few important drama NPCs, such as the Northern earth sage, Ellanta, who now has a legend in front of him.

More frighteningly, Brando now finally figured out the 'he can incorporate the blessing spell from the earth into his style of battle, the more blessings she gets, the higher the attack power and attribute of this scepter. What do you mean? It turns out that this scepter has a chance to add bonus spells to the holder when attacking, and these spells in turn strengthen the attributes of the mountain range, the stronger the paradigm, and Gaia's bonus spells are very different from the Temple of Fire. Most of the spells of the Temple of Fire are self-directed, so the Temple of Fire has the world's strongest fighting clerics and the Horseman of Fire, but Gaia's land temple of gain spells are the opposite, and it has the world's strongest range of bonus spells.

Brando now sees the White Lion infantry surrounding Hippamilla, one almost catching up with the little BOSS, the White Lion Guard has been in the army for a short time, and now the sergeant is only silver strength, and many more soldiers stay at the Black Iron Peak even after taking dragon blood medicine, but at this moment under Hippamilla's blessing halo, one of them actually has hidden the fighting power to approach Silver Peak.

Brando himself thinks it's a little crazy.

As a result, Hippamilla's left wing is progressing extremely fast and has almost been killed out of the front of the two Sovereign Swordsmen. Instead of stopping to surround the remnants of Viskag and Megkin with the friendly forces, as planned, they continue to storm past in the direction of the blood cane's own front, not far from each other, and the White Lion Infantry is moving at an alarming rate. The blood cane is now pulling back several regiments that were previously used to besiege the Vieirans, and the rear battle is extremely weak. Once it is broken, the corpse squares in the center of the band will be devastated.

Brando looked away. On the other side of the river, the Dead Spirit was definitely bringing back the Skeleton Cavalry, but the Rantonian and Highland Cavalry they had previously entangled are now entangling them in reverse. The two Light Cavalry Cavalry cannot cross each other in the direction of the river valley. Obviously, for a moment and a half the blood wand will not count on his Skeleton Cavalry. Of course Brando does not expect the Rantonian to help him attack the flanks of the blood wand.

To this day, in fact, both sides of the battlefield have captured the most vulnerable links of their opponents, and the Eruin side, the Vieiro people, who are still besieged by the woods and who still maintain their morale, are still afraid to move lightly in the face of the only remaining regiment of skeleton fighters on the front, whose biggest problem is the preparation of the only second-order elite crossbowmen who remain intact, to little avail in this war; And the Rantonielanders had to help Brando wrap around the skeleton cavalry, which was nothing; there was almost nothing left on the front battlefield between Brando and the cane army, and now the only advantage for Brando was that the cane army was turning its back on itself, and the two elite regiments covering its flanks had been broken through, as long as Tonigal's army could give each other the cane before it was completely aligned. A deadly blow will win the battle.

On the other hand, the blood wand side, despite the enemies on its back, prevailed at this moment. Behind them were only Brando's five battalions of White Lion infantry and two battalions of wind shooters, plus a magic division, where the shooters were virtually impossible to use to make a positive impact, and the five battalions of White Lion Guard were unlikely to stop and secure their positions after breaking through Viskag's position, but to directly kill them; of course, even if one or two battalions were to come up and face the predominant forces on the Madara side, it was unlikely that anything would happen.

Nearly all the warring parties could free their hands at this moment to organize their flanks. The Tonigars struggled desperately to break through the line of defense of the Dead Spirit and destroy the corpse of the blood wand. The blood wand struggled desperately to reshape the formation against this sudden army. Both sides were racing in time, or as long as either side had a reserve, they could strike down the enemy from this point on unprotected flanks.

The problem, however, seems to be that both sides no longer have reserves.

The fighting has been completely engulfed in a stalemate.

But this impasse is something that the blood wand would love to see, "I don't know!” It made a sharp laugh, and it needed precisely time, not to destroy the enemy as soon as possible. Although it is a little embarrassing to bind the hands and feet of these wretched opponents, it is better than to fail, not to mention the apparent last military power of the kingdoms in the South in front of them, and once they are destroyed, let alone the opportunity for Vieiro and Carrassou, even south of Ambesseur as a whole, Madara is not without fingerprints.

They also have another ally that will allow Denel to rule this vast area as a buffer zone between Madara and North Eruin, which is clearly what the Supreme One would like to see.

The staff finally relieved and seemed to have seen victory waving at itself.

Above the hills, in the woods, Count Jacques was similarly gloomy, and the Tonigars were making mistakes. But perhaps it should not be called a mistake, because it was inevitable that Count Zlinger had asked him to blow the sign to warn the Count Tonigle, but he refused because he understood that it was pointless. The Count Tony Gale made the right choice, but it still seems wrong, and there is no so-called opportunity on the battlefield.

Troops are still too small.

He regretted that if he hadn't buried the Vieiran army before, it would have been a different situation. The Count subconsciously grabbed his sword handle and his fingers grew tense. When he first went to war, it seemed that he had never held his breath like this.

But I'm afraid no one on the battlefield has thought about how Brando feels at this moment, and he's actually kind of comfortable, standing very easily in the rain, because he sees that, as you can imagine, the blood wand is making a mistake ——

This mistake was fatal.

Because it really thought Tonigal no longer had a reserve to hit its flanks.

He turned back, in the woods, and Metisa nodded at him from afar, and the little princess of the Silver Elf unraveled the horn from between her waists —— the Longhorn of the Flemish Knight, the dark body, with a silver rose pattern on it, describing the scene of past warfare, a legend in which the blue flag in the plains of Marald was flying like the sea, describing the long spear of the Flemish, describing the long sounds of the horn, and the courage of the ancient spirits.

Describes the Silver King, leading his knight in an attack against the Minors.

The Silver Elf Princess put the horn to her mouth and blew it hard.

Long horn sounds all over the mountains.

In the eyes of all, it was like snow falling, thousands of silver skyhorses, rolling from the sky, and at that moment the earth roared, as if it were a resonance of mountains.

The staff in the hand of the staff fell to the ground with a bang.

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