The Amber Sword

A silver line appeared on the horizon, which swept through the hills and valleys, thunderbolts rolling in and out of sight until it became clear that it was a myriad of silver horses. These long, curvy French horses arrived at the border of the forest before slowing down and slowly stopping. They shook their ears. On the meadow outside the forest, the tallest of the horses, raised their heads and looked in the direction of the forest.

The wind shooter girls who witnessed the scene almost all stayed put, staring curiously at Metissa and admiring the princess commander.

Metisa's face turned slightly red, but she calmed down quickly and said calmly: "Ringo Guards, take my orders and get on the horse. ”

When the young girls heard the order, they hurriedly put their long bows on their backs and stepped out of the forest in turn, carefully coming to the side of the handsome and unusual horses; but then they discovered that the horses behaved unusually friendly towards them, not only without any hostility, but also lowered their heads to be close to them, as if they were not first met, but were friends with them for many years. The girls were both surprised and curious, pulling down the cap of the cape and touching the hairs of their riding, then grabbing the saddle, stepping on the stables and rolling over the horses one after the other.

They are extremely skilled in their movements, as if they had been trained for a long time.

The last one on horseback was Phoenix, the chief tree elf shooter who initially shrugged his hands, but as soon as she got on horseback, the wind of spirits started, and he was happy to say: "My lord let us train in equestrian skills every day for today! ”

Brando grabbed the horse and glanced back at her, "I don't know who called it a hard day in training. ”

Phoenix replied unheartedly: "Isn't this riding too? It's a very gentle horse. I've never seen such a good horse before, as if riding it has a sense of empathy. ”

Other adolescent girls also agreed.

Brando knows that the effect of the card 'Cavalry Preparation’ of the Flemish Knight is described as' Pay X Wealth, the Flemish Knight turns X followers into cavalry, and if they are already cavalry, gain Flight Ability. ’, literally means converting infantry into cavalry, not just summoning horses, so these wind shooter girls feel like this now. It's just that even a person who has never ridden a horse suddenly acquires riding skills and is stunned when sitting on the horse's back for the first time, so basic riding training is still necessary to familiarize them with what it feels like to be on the horse's back, even if it doesn't work for a short time.

This is the moment.

In the woods...

“Rider?” Count Zlinger asked somewhat unbelievably.

Count Jacques shook his head gently, and Count Zlinger was obviously the kind of guy who didn't know anything about the military in and loved to listen: “The bow on their backs exceeded a little over five metres, a typical infantry bow that could not be opened at once, unlikely to be a rider unless they had another short bow. ”

“Perhaps they have short bows, or what use do they summon them for? ”

“This is also possible.” Count Jacques thought about it and replied that he had no idea what the Tonigars were thinking. But the Count was able to turn into a cavalry and rekindle hope in his heart. With his sword handle, he began to think about when to cooperate with the Tonigars in order to reverse the situation.

At a position opposite them in Madara, the sceptre was drawing the same conclusion, and the Eruins suddenly had an additional cavalry that could threaten its flanks, leaving it somewhat on its back. The army across the street was so weird, it was thinking about what the other commander was going to do with that army of horseback shooters, but it couldn't figure it out.

Other Dark Lords also found it incredible that they eventually came to the unanimous conclusion that the army of shooters on horseback next to them was most likely a suspect distracted by the Eruins, and that if they did split their wings, the central position would likely not hold up later when the White Lion Infantry's five battalions attacked. But leaving such a ‘rider' army wandering around on its own doesn't seem like a way, and eventually the scepter ordered the last remaining Skull Warrior regiment to go up, at least leaving the other party unable to harass its flanks.

Brando couldn't help laughing when he saw the staff still behaving in the middle of the game: "It's up to you now, Metisa. ”

“Lord, the victory and defeat have been scored, please let us lead you in person this time.” The little princess of the Pokémon replied softly.

Brando nodded: "Call the tigers out. ”

Metissa whistled like a nightingale, and after a while, more than a dozen knights rode out from behind the woods, and they approached the front, just like a tiger, but the costume was already very different. The tiger wore a sophisticated and thick armor set, some White City style, with shoulder armor attached to armpit leaves, with a sea monster pattern painted in white paint. He used a long gun with a sheathed long sword and battle axe at the waist, not looking like a mercenary, but like a knight. But Brando knows that this is the elite knight costume of Faraway Eagle, the most famous mercenary regiment around White City.

Others are almost as dressed. Apart from the Flo sisters, the sisters in the wild elves are now wearing grey robes made of leather. The cloak behind them is like a myriad of woven bands. Under each weave band is a brass circle. This strange cloak is also a big deal. It is a magician's robe. Each brass ring is engraved with corresponding spells. It can be carried out instantly in battle. It is a standard warrior's costume. And Dia, the wild elf's sister, wearing a broad white robe and a pointy witch's hat, has become an official elf and is smiling at her lord on her horse at this moment.

Tiger Bird smiled and said hello to Brando: "My lord, it's been a long time since we've had this long training that has left us idle. While the gemstone plains are well landscaped and Rochard's evening still flourishes and is beautiful, we are still no better off than the real world, not to mention our passion for a bloody fighting career. ”

“Tiger Bird, when did you become so creepy?” But Brando was a little overwhelmed: “Not anymore. ”

“Really?” Tia asked happily.

“Of course it's true. ”

In fact, to maintain the White City Pioneer, all he had to do was pay Wind 5 and Metissa 20 magic points a day. Brando nodded, and Frou whispered softly. He looked over there unexpectedly. Sister in the Wild Elves did not look over, only let him see the pointy ears. “I'm really angry.” Brando thought that card creatures were emotional and did not know what had happened to Medfis and Andrig, who, quite rightly, presumably even killed his heart.

He glanced at the direction of the river bank and the battle had grown very slowly. The Madara side was like a giant turntable, slowly spinning in the rain, while Freya was directing the White Lion Guard in an attempt to break through the broken line of defense of the Spider Swordsman. After all, the Dead Spirit was different from the humans, even in this case, they still caused tremendous trouble to Freya.

Brando clamped his belly and drove the horse to the front of the Ringo Guard, turning his head in the direction of Madara's army, gently ordering: “Around the direction of the White Lion Guard attack, follow me. ”

This army moved.

Nearly a thousand sterling silver war horses and the shooter girls on their backs slowly bypassed the front of the White Lion Guard attack and turned to the flanks of the Bloodwand Army, where both the Vieiro and Maddala's dead spirits stared. Although they knew that was unlikely to be a terrible rider, leaving such a large army directly threatening their empty flanks still made the Staff feel unconscionable. “Let our shooter stare over there again," he told the corpse witch around him, "and don't let the Eruins get too unscrupulous. ”

“Our shooters are not necessarily their opponents.” A dark nobleman replied with a dull voice.

“Of course not their opponents, those are elf shooters, our shooters are just setting them up! But if they do have a short bow, then a short bow is a disadvantage in front of our long bow. Understood, idiot! ”

Brando looked at the movement of the blood wand and thought that the old generation of Madara's lord was also dripping, but unfortunately, something was doomed to be unimaginable to his empty head. The Ringo Guards slowly moved forward and stopped approaching about a thousand feet from the army of blood canes. No one understood what the cavalry with the long bow wanted at that distance, but they immediately gave the answer with their actions. In the eyes of all, the wind shooter girls brushed their horses up and down, as if they had rehearsed countless times before, and they ran forward to the empty space to form a formation, then raised a long bow in the sound of the password, and the blood wand had not yet reacted, and the Eruin's feathers and arrows had risen to the sky.

The spirited commanders looked up at the dense, numb spot of light, and they flew to the highest point and stagnated slightly, then whistled, as if a light rain had fallen on the flanking position of the scepter between the hectares. This is not the same as the crossbowmen of Viero, whose arrows are faster, more penetrating and more precise, but all of them are magic arrows of holy attributes. A round of arrows rains down, and the flanks of the blood wand seem to have been combed over by combs, brushing down rows of skull shooters.

The scepter can't stand it. At this distance, its skull archers can't shoot each other at all. They can only be beaten to death. It never dreamed that this would be an infantry on horseback. At this moment, it just feels that the commander across the street has a hole in his brain. What the hell is he thinking? Can't he fight well? But belly defamation is belly defamation, and the long-time Dark Lord still has to order the Skull Warrior to drive away the Pokémon Archer's army, or he can't help but let the Archers shoot wildly.

When Brando's shooters saw the Skull Army attacking, they did not panic. They returned to the array in an orderly fashion, rolled over their horses and whistled away, leaving only a distant shadow behind the Skull Army that had arrived; and they ran a distance and stopped the horses under Brando's command, again arraying them to open fire on the Skull Army.

Now the commanders of the dead are foolish. What should we do? Chase, we can't catch up. Shoot, you can't shoot. If there are still spirits, you can let the spirits haunt each other, and then send Skull Army to chase each other down, but by now, the spirits have been depleted, and more than a dozen of them are not enough to fly past each other in one round. And of course they have cavalry, and the problem is that if you pull the cavalry over, it's like letting the Rantonians attack the other side of them randomly, it'll only collapse faster.

How can you fight a battle when your blood wand is so big? If the opponent is just an ordinary cavalry, it can also use the near-limitless endurance of the dead spirit to drag down the riding strength of the opponent. The problem is that the horses of the opponent are obviously all summoned. When have you heard that the summoning creature has endurance limits? Just summon it, and each archer has three horses, even if one or two are dead, it doesn't matter. It's starting to get a little bit of the pre-Viskag mentality now. It's like crying without tears. What kind of army is this? Infantry runs faster than a cavalry. Instead, the archer is equipped with three horses each. This is clearly an elite cavalry configuration. What is the other commander thinking?

“This...” Count Jacques couldn't help but see the scene from afar: “This is the Dragon Cavalry tactic of Finn Zan...”

“With three horses for a shooter, the Count is also rich.” Count Zlinger sighed, too.

“Those horses were summoned.” Count Jacques saw a misunderstanding on the part of his colleagues and had to explain it, but he was still exclaimed in his heart, and now he is the only one who can play this tactic in Eruin, I'm afraid. He has not yet figured out how they summoned these handsome horses of war, and who exactly is Count Tonigal holy? But now he suddenly has some understanding, and only these people can turn the battle of Ambessel on their own.

“We're all too underestimated, Count Zlinger.” He had to shake his head and sigh.

The situation on the battlefield has gradually begun to become clearer.

The scorched scepter had to let one of his skeleton warriors stall the other shooter - or rather give it to the other; the only hope he had was for the elf shooter to eat a little slower, so that he could release his hand and deal with the white lion infantry on the beach first, which was disgusting but not the winning army on the left or right battlefield. Its planning seems to be very successful, and Brando's wind archers also have two holy attribute Enchanted Arrows, which naturally cannot be wasted on this Skull Army, which can only slowly consume their ‘living’ power with ordinary arrows far away. In this way, the scepter finally won time.

It finally brings the two groups of Spider Swordsmen to its front, and with the original one and two Skull Warriors, Madara has the absolute overwhelming power to the front of Brando's White Lion Guard for the first time.

At this point, the White Lion Guard also just cleared the remainder of Viskag and Megkin, using the two battalions commanded by Hippamilla and Freya as spearheads, killing directly at Madara's home. The final decision on the battlefield seemed to emerge at this moment, when the two armies were hanged over a little bit, and Eruin's magician regiment played again, and the fireball crossed the valley far, and the stars landed in Madara's armies.

Then, after nearly half an hour of silence, the Corpse Witch and the Skull Magician began to fight back for the first time, and the green and gold beams crossed over the two armies. Soon, the Eruin Magician began to silence.

“Ha ha!” Dark mercenaries from the Sea of the Dead Moon naturally know best what this means, and they can't help but scream with excitement: “Their wizards are powerless! ”

Confidence seems to have returned to these dark aristocrats all of a sudden, for a moment they almost thought they had failed, "Martha, victory is ultimately the black rose of Bromandow!” Someone has even screamed. Unfortunately, the Legion of the Dead does not have morale. Otherwise, it will definitely gain morale at this moment. Perhaps it will directly kill the White Lion Legion and remove its armor.

The Vieirans were much more depressed than the Maddala aristocrats were fortunate, and Count Zlinger had asked them several times to send troops immediately to help the Tonigars. The same guy who had previously asked to retreat was the one who was now the most enthusiastic, but Count Jacques had long seen the nature of the guy and shook his head with indifference. He stared at the battlefield, and the time was far from right. He believed that the Count must still have a backhand.

Charles stood in the Wizard's Square and looked at the hundreds of times brighter green light in Madara's direction. He probably guessed what the other party was thinking, but he waited calmly until after the third round of attacks, before hitting his subordinates.

“The magic barrier can be undone. ”

Of the traditional sorcerers fighting, the first three attacks of the sorcerers were the most intense and concentrated, and especially when they realized that they had exhausted their powers, the other party would surely double its efforts to eliminate them all. All the other side's speculations were correct, but the only mistake was that after the removal of the magic barrier, everyone in the Tonigars' magician regiment did the same thing.

They opened the leather bags on their belts - three of them in total - and took out a bottle filled with light blue liquid, frowned, pinched their noses, raised their heads and poured them down, and the next moment, the spiritual power of the original failure of these wizards flashed again.

The scepter is a corpse witch whose vision is harboured by the power of the law, so you can clearly see this scene a few miles away. Of course, it understands what the other witch drank. Nor has it seen magic drugs, but so many magic drugs, it really has not seen them. Hundreds of bottles of magic disappeared in an instant, and the reason they were consumed was simply to defeat it. Only those who really dealt with magic understood what it meant. At that moment, the scepter just wanted to cry, and if it could, it wanted to run over and punch the other commander in the face: knowing it was so valuable, simply let them give it these magic drugs, and then it could surrender with its hands up.