The Amber Sword

In an instant, the magical glow was once again brightened on the position of the blood wand. This time the situation was reversed and the corpse witches depleted their powers. The hands of both sides became unilateral performances of the Eruin Enchantress Corps, as if history were repeating itself. Under the cover of the enchanted barrage, the White Lion Infantry once again burst into the torn formation of the Army of the Undead. This time, however, they were not as relaxed as they had been the last time. The center of the dead formation was extremely thick, with almost three or four regiments gathered together; the White Lion Guard began to progress very quickly and slowly, and the two sides fell back into a quarrel with each other, making it difficult to win and lose for a moment.

The sceptre constantly strengthens the center of both wings in case the White Lion Guard breaks through its defensive lines. At this time, the White Lion Guard has gained nearly four ranks of strength under various spells. Only a small proportion of their opponents are third-stage spider swordsmen. Most skeleton warriors face young white lions that are difficult to match, and can only depend on the number to haunt their strides.

At this time, in fact, the flanks of the scepter were empty and could no longer be empty.

There's nothing it can do, and it can't do much about it. If it doesn't consolidate the center, if it gets broken by the White Lion Guard, it's bound to lose. As for the army of wind shooters next to it, harass him. But it doesn't make sense that Brando is waiting for this opportunity. In Brando's password, the wind shooter girls stopped again, except this time when they raised the long bow, the arrow on the bow arm had been replaced with a sparkling holy silver arrow, and the shooter girls scratched the arrow cluster with their fingernails and immediately lit a group of holy white flames.

After a round of shooting and chasing their skeleton army, they switched to the rocky edge of the heavy arrow to cover a round, and the Skeleton Warriors could hardly find any more standing units. Brando nodded after observing the outcome of the battle. He raised the sword of the earth in the rain, the first to emerge from the crowd. Twelve White City pioneers, including Tiger Sparrow, followed him, and thirteen knights, set out to strike.

“Metissa!” Brando shouted in the rain.

“I understand, Lord.” Metissa raised her long bow, and in her password, the line of fire of the Archer extended forward, pointing straight at the flank of the staff.

Brando drove the rider forward, Tiger Sparrow and Flo followed him left and right, behind him were the other knights, this small cavalry slowly crossed a distance of one or two hundred feet, and then started accelerating, they were facing the flanks of the blood cane, the blood cane of course noticed the presence of this cavalry, but the problem was that at this moment the front battlefield was unable to engage, and the dozen cavalry cavalry members were not too alert, it was assumed that this could be the friendly cavalry of the Eruins, blocking that direction with the black cavalry who had deployed a squadron.

Brando and Tiger Sparrow and others have begun to run small, when Metisa finally gave the final password: "Arrow number three! ”

She did not notify the wind direction, the wind on the battlefield is the most troublesome enemy of most bows and arrows, except for the wind shooter, who is a friend of the wind shooter and whose blowing in any direction will not affect the arrows fired by the wind shooter, one of the most special capabilities of the wind shooter, who is one of the few remote troops in the world that is available 24/7. The shooter girls silently replaced the holy silver arrow, then inspired the Enchant, hands loose, and waves of light rain fell directly on the flank of the blood wand, where the original skull shooters and skull warriors stood in space and space, as if they had opened a gap for Brando and others to fight.

By this time Brando had entered the final breakthrough distance, and he looked up and could even see the passing Black Knights in Madara's army, although he was still not in a hurry to make a small order, but ordered everyone under his command to keep the pace of the small run.

He's still waiting.

The shooters fired the last round of arrow rain, then threw their long bows and ran back to their horses. They grabbed the saddle and rolled onto the horses, pulling a snowy machete from under the cape, as if in an instant, the shooter unit turned into a fully equipped ready cavalry. Metissa also switched to a silver longgun, and at this moment she finally had the feeling of returning to the days of the Saints, as if behind her was the unbeatable legion of apples.

She put a flat gun in the rain screen and the unicorn sat restlessly tapping her horseshoe. The little princess of the silver elf took a gentle breath and gave the order: "Ringo Corps, follow me! ”

The army is moving forward.

“The Tonigars will use archers as cavalry!” Count Zlinger almost thought he was hallucinating. He couldn't bear to rip his hair off: “Are they crazy? ”

But Count Jacques did not answer his stupid question this time, and the Count turned his face cold and said to everyone: "Get ready, we are ready to strike, it is time for the final showdown! ”

He didn't say much, but he had a clear idea in his head.

In one legend, he had heard of such an army.

The legend is so famous...

So much so that even the scepter reacted. The battle of the saints is such a vivid memory for the world that the legend of how the four sages defeated the dark forces that dominated the world and thus established the four most glorious empires in Warnde, where the glorification of the four temples dominated for nearly a thousand years has long established a deep-rooted impression in the hearts and minds of the people under their rule. And Madara's dead spirits were never created by emptiness. Memories were a pain and suffering for them, but they could never be rid of them. The legends that had been heard since sometime, this moment came to the mind of the blood wand.

It sees the Elf Archer Army throwing down a long bow and going on horseback, suddenly realizing when it had heard of such an army.

This regiment has a beautiful name.

It's called Ringo.

“Silver elf.” Count Jacques suddenly remembers rumors about Brando, some of them about his relationship with the Silver Elf. He had no idea that the Silver Elf had lent him this legendary guard, a man who existed in a small country called Eruin, whether it was a blessing or a scourge or a mystery.

Actually, everyone's guessing is a little off.

Though the Wind Elf shooter girls inherited the name Ling Song, which had disappeared for thousands of years, they were not the legendary army in history. Tree Elf shooters and wind shooters had some melee training, and it was difficult for some powerful people to get them on horseback. But when Metisa gave the order, the shooter girls still showed no less courage than the men.

Brando looked back at the scene and finally nodded with satisfaction, turning back and saying to the tiger bird next to him: "Now let's open a gap for the girls. ”

“As you wish, Lord.” Tiger Bird replied.

“Strike! ”

Thirteen knights suddenly accelerated and began their final sprint, flanked by blood canes on their front, where nearly a hundred black knights had long awaited their arrival. The Black Knights under the Staff also have at least the strength of upstream silver, not less than the best of the Silver Peaks, and most of them are skilled in martial arts and passing through hundreds of wars. Even the Noble Guard of the Upper Eruin is easy for the Staff to think of, and in general, it is true, but the enemies they face this time are not ordinary.

This is exactly what Brando saw when he first killed into the enemy line and the Vieiros rushed back out of the forest. Knights lead their squire, which has long been the norm in the Vaughn continent, yet a truly powerful Earl of the Kingdom leads dozens of personal defensemen into battle to kill their enemies, at least after the Sifah dynasty, which is almost unusual. The Vieirose aristocrats almost thought they saw the madmen, and what they didn't expect was more madness.

In turn, the thirteen knights stood side by side, forming a forward sharp arrow. Brando was at the cutting edge of this sharp arrow. He raised the sword of the earth in his hand and cut it off at random towards a black knight who hurriedly raised his sword block, but the blade flattened, and the black knight split into six segments with his sword along with the skull of the skeleton of the horse on which he sat, carrying a fire of burning soul of a bear and dissipating in the rain screen. Another black knight behind the black knight watched his colleagues split in front of him, but before it could react, the blade of the sword of the earth had passed through the body of the previous black knight and it could only make a hollow scream, and the blade stood heavily on its chest armor, huge force pulled it directly off the horse of war, flew far away, and then fell behind the black knight.

It wasn't until then that the force of the puncture hit erupted, centering on the black knight's body, forming a fan-shaped impact backwards. After a bang, the black knight in that direction collapsed seven, seven, eight, eight.

As if it were just two moves apart, Brando handled nearly a quarter of the Black Knights, originally in a tight formation, who were born out of a passage by Brando.

What kind of strength is this?

The aristocrats of Vieiro seem to recall that this young Count is not only a highly weighted man, but also a distinguished swordsman himself, even rumours that he has reached the height of the Sword Sage. Although the credibility of this assertion is minimal, this scene at least proves that the Count's means are at least several levels higher than those of the so-called golden class.

Is it true that after Gilt, the king of flames, the genius of the 20-year-old catalytic element existed again? These Vieiro aristocrats have only one thought in their minds right now.

Compared to the Vieiran surprise mixed with jealousy, the blood wand is hard to say at this moment. It now finally sees that not only is the other young commander a factor in the development, but the 12 knights around him are also not fuel saving lights. The 12 knights, all of them, are more powerful than the gold downstream. Faced with such a Lord's SS, it almost groans.

What kind of army did you encounter? Now even if someone tells it that this army is the Royal Forbidden Army of Eruin, it can't help but believe it. But what made it very sad was that the army appeared empty, as if it had no history.

Tony Gehr.

It has repeatedly spoken of the most remote part of the southeast of the kingdom of Eruin, and has never understood how such a place could emerge with such a fierce army. However, it had not hesitated for too long, and now was the most critical moment for its troops, and it must keep its wings close to being broken, otherwise all previous efforts would be in vain. The scepter hesitated for a moment and decided to personally lead a regiment of skeleton warriors to support the collapsing flanks. The other side had already sent an elementary master, so it could no longer hold hands.

In this battlefield, it's the only one who can fight Brando.

The sceptre was still being redeployed, at a time when Metisa and her men, the wind shooters, finally collided with Madara's flanks. Brando felt the turmoil in his pool of elements twice in a row, and then he saw Metissa raise a long gun in the army and shout, “May the Holy Spirit in heaven come down and protect you and me in the war, and whoever fights for justice, be sure to keep the inspiration of justice!” A white column of light seemed to separate the haze, descending straight from the middle of the sky, the column of light fell into the army of wind shooters, countless angels fell from the white column of light, guarding every time behind a wind shooter, under their guard, the shooter girls under Metisa's hands surged in strength, which was not the strength of the level of swimming in silver, now soared to the peak of silver, and even hidden a trend based on the gold field.

Encouragement

Yong-go V

Light 5

Pay half Magic (Knight), and the Flemish Knight inspires all allies to gain an upgrade (+5 existing).

Maintain, the encouragement will remain until the next day's reset.

‘My glory is your glory...’

At this moment, Brando truly realized the horror of the Flemish knight, the silver mediumstream wind shooter, the closest combat experience and skill is but the peak of black iron, and the pursuit of flexibility in the closest combat is far worse than the infantry armor equipped by the Skull Warrior, so the four-stage wind shooter in the closest combat is just as good as the second-stage Skull Warrior. But after inspiring the silver peak, the girls' fighting power jumped downstream, from black iron to silver, which in itself was a qualitative change, and now they are dealing with a poor boundary bone skeleton, purely crushed.

This is not over, and Metissa immediately showed the second card:

Group Sprint

Yongge IV

Ground 2

Pay 1 Honor, Frank Knight gives his followers‘ Group ’Intelligence.

Sustained, the group breakout will be maintained until the next day's reset.

‘I saw with my own eyes that the Sabrians were pounding and tens of thousands of armies were crumbling in front of them - Vassalan? Baron Cardin'

(Group Energetic, when an organism that also possesses this Energetic receives a 1% Damage Bonus over a range, the Damage increases for each additional organism that possesses this Energetic)

With this card, Metisa's wind shooters suddenly gained momentum and doubled their damage, then they stood out from the average knight and instantly became ready to defend the general; the knight's army took 10% of the sharp arrows and the defense line of the dead collapsed, and the scepter expected their flanks to hold on for a moment, but with Metisa's two cards, its intentions broke as easily as foam.

When the sceptre led a regiment of skeleton warriors, they saw exactly what their flanks were melting in the sun like ice and snow, while the shooters continued to move forward, seemingly intending to break through its entire flanks and go to the center of the battlefield to rendezvous with the White Lion Guard. As soon as he saw this scene, the blood wand understood it was all over, its armies were all over, those dark nobles from the sea of the Dead Moon were all over, and as for the inner correspondent of the kingdom of Eruin, the Earl of Jean de Neil, it was no longer worth mentioning in the heart of the blood wand at this moment, it was meant to personally block Brando's route of attack, but at this moment he didn't want to, he turned his back and ran, and now his only viable route was to gather the remaining skeletal cavalry and withdraw from the battlefield.

It also has the advantage, at least, that the dead will never feel tired or utterly crushed, and that these humans will never be able to chase them indefinitely.

Now that it is afraid to hope for a false victory, it is lucky to escape back to Madara.

Human cheers have been echoed on the battlefield.

Most of these cheers came from the Vieirans, a blessing to be reborn after the robbery, especially the soldiers in the lower ranks who simply couldn't believe that the army of the dead had been defeated. Thousands of skeletons still existed on the battlefield, but they could see that the army of Tonigal had completely divided the army of the Madara, and that a fragment of the corpse witch was falling under their sword, and victory was only a matter of time.

Not only are the soldiers, but the nobles of Vieiro have gradually stopped, and they have begun to realize that even if they do not have to launch an attack, the bone skeletons in front of them are turning into flying ash. The Army of the Dead is retreating, and Count Jacques can even be sure that the Staff has shaken, otherwise the Army of the Dead will not retreat, they are only procrastinating, winning and losing, only how much is left.

But what makes all Vieiros feel a little spicy is that the victory doesn't seem to have much to do with them.

In their eyes, the Count Tonigle finally slowed down in the middle of a chaotic battlefield.

The Army of the Dead is crumbling beside him...

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