The Amber Sword

Years after the Wolf, Chagriffen, the most distinguished military man in the history of the Wind Elves and king of the Grey Mountains, who had not yet been appointed as a marshal, said in his book: 'If the corpse witches in Madara's army cannot be effectively killed, an army of dead spirits cannot be truly destroyed.’ But when this black rose of Bromando was truly defeated, the bone skeleton that collapsed in the valley was not much different from a scattered human army. The dead fled backwards in the mountains. Since they had lost command, the dead witches fought with the skeletons they had summoned, in the form of scattered sand, and the dead lords from the sea of the Dead Moon, while still able to restrain their subordinates, had only tried to escape, had become unwilling, and the blood wand military at present could no longer be called an army. They had lost their purpose and will to fight from top to bottom, struggling only to preserve themselves, unlike the armies of the defeated aristocracy of the North at Ambessel.

However, there is still a slight difference. Humans fleeing under the defeat of large armies are often shaken and succumbed to by panic in their hearts. There are no two factors in the emotions of the dead. They preserve themselves solely for reasons of rational choice and do not trample on each other because of panic or are killed like ducks without daring to turn back and resist. If they are caught up, they will stop and fight back, just out of the selfish nature of dark creatures, they will never help their colleagues who have been attacked nearby - even if it might be better for them to do so.

Count Jacques and Brando rode side by side in the valley, and it was very emotional to see this scene: “The same is true of the Army of the Dead. They also make mistakes. ”

“Death is not a thing of nature, and no one understands the mystery between life and death better than they do, so they remove the anxiety in the human heart about the unknown death from its roots. There is no love for life, so they don't feel impulse, they don't create fanaticism, yet impulse and fear are just one of all the negative emotions that greed, arrogance, delusion and selfishness make them make mistakes.” Brando watched the progress of the battle in the Valley on his horseback, explaining to the nearest minister next to Grand Duke Vieiro.

Count Jacques nodded silently, and he glanced at the overly young lord, who was also the Count: “Does Mr. Count seem to know the dark kingdom well? ”

“I always try to get to know my enemies, the enemies of the kingdom," Brando looks at this Count from Jacques-Jean King, who knows this man; Jacques-Jean King, on the border between Vieiro and Carasou, who has historically also dealt with Madara, although there are some common illnesses in the south of the other side of the Eruin aristocracy of this era, his knowledge of the black rose of Dobromando is much deeper than that of the other noblemen who have no place in it, and it is rare that this man has earned the trust of the Grand Duke of Vieiro in history.

“Mr. Moberto,” he continued, "I advise you not to underestimate that black rose across from us because of the scene we are seeing today. ”

“Naturally, I dared not underestimate. When I was young, I watched my fathers bring back bears and wolves and other prey in winter hunting. I always thought that the beasts in these forests were so, but then one time I had the privilege of letting a cunning guy mark me, and that scar still remains on my back, so that I understood that I could never underestimate any of my opponents.” Count Jacques made a metaphor for Brando to understand that what he said was actually today meant that he would never forget what happened today.

Brando also believed that the battle would impress the other side, and that was one of his original purposes: without a lesson learned by these nobles, they would not understand what kind of enemies they were facing, and only if they understood the real threat and were forced by external forces would the kingdom embark on the path he wanted as soon as possible. He shook his head with a smile and continued to reveal Madara's boss: "But what Mr. Moberto is thinking now must be that he has mastered the weaknesses of these bone skeletons, and if he does, it would be a big mistake. ”

Count Jacques looked a little stunned: "Why say that? I think what you call them, Mr. Count, makes perfect sense, and those bone skeletons do have that kind of weakness. ”

“It is the nature of the dead, just like human nature, Mr. Moberto, that mankind fears, but the Tonigars, the Vieiros and the Lantonilans do not fail in the face of the dead, and mankind is impulsive, greedy, and human is just as arrogant and selfish, but our kingdom, civilization and order have not collapsed as a result. That's because we have a second attribute of a social nature, and so do the Maddalas, who were once scattered sands, but today we have defeated the sceptre far different from the past, which I'm sure you will appreciate. ”

“But I'm afraid you didn't think, Mr. Count, that the Madara we see today is still an illusion.” Without waiting for Count Jacques to nod his head, Brando continued, who opened his mouth and looked surprised, but Brando did not give him the opportunity to say: "The reason we broke the scepter today is based on what it knows nothing about us, and on the fact that it maintains an old chain of command. Mr. Earl should have heard of the kingdom's military reforms, but such reforms, which started seven years ago in Madara, and which were largely over the end of their historical mission before the Black Rose War, today in Madara, which, unlike the army of blood canes that you and I have seen the other day, are untamed, are not in fact the lineage of Madara's supreme man, who was defeated by us here today, most likely because Madara's supreme man needs us to help him purge himself ——"

He stopped: "And the real Maddala Army, which has a complete system of middle and lower ranks, will never fall into a state of scattered sand as a result of the collapse of the upper command system, and such a dead army can really fight until the last corpse witch falls. You can imagine, Count, how Eruin should fight against such an enemy to the point of victory. ”

Count Jacques stared at this young lord, and if Brando had told him all of this in the morning, he would never have believed it, which was ridiculous and ridiculous. But at this moment, Brando's strength and insight into Madara made him unsuspecting, especially as the 1,000 Imperial Colleges in Brando's mouth shocked him more like a thunder and drowned his tongue for a moment.

His waxy yellow, godless appearance was long anticipated by Brando. Of course Brando wouldn't tell him that Maddala's expansion direction was Eruin, but their main enemy was the Wind Elves of St. Osor and the Farnsayers of the North, and that more than half of Maddala's more than a thousand imperial regiments were to be used to defend against these two vast empires, to frighten the guy, in case they were delusional.

In fact, it's no big deal, Madara's military presence at this moment is actually of little significance to the little kingdom of Eruin, because even a legion of Black Jazz will not necessarily be able to afford it in the future. There is only one chance for Eruin today, to make the dead feel like rat throwers, and there are plenty of principalities on the border between Saint Osor and Fanzan, anyway. Sooner or later, the Wind Fairy will fight Madara's bone skeleton, so long as the dead find Eruin more difficult than those principalities.

The final tragedy of the kingdom was caused by the late awakening of Erujn in history, the powerlessness of Her Highness, and the impatience and indulgence of the Cruz people.

Not necessarily this time.

First and foremost, however, the Kingdom still needs the courage and ability to fight a war.

He looked at Count Jacques, whose face began to turn a little pale, wiped his forehead with his hands, and did not know if it was raining or sweating. His mind seemed to be still immersed in the fear of the thousand imperial colleges Brando had previously described, whispering: “Count, are you telling the truth? ”

“Mr. Moberto, even if only a third of my intelligence is accurate, what difference does it make for the Kingdom to assume that Madara has only 300 regiments?” Brando looked distracted at the army of the dead fleeing in the rain and caressed the bristles of the horses with his hands without rushing to ask. He was in no hurry, but Count Jacques was in a cold sweat. He didn't know whether Brando was telling the truth or not, but there seemed to be no need for him to be happy. As Brando said, even if his words were only a third accurate, or even a quarter accurate, what difference would it make to the kingdom?

There is no difference.

The morality of the kingdom is in fact best known to their nobles, whose own strength has been greatly undermined by the local struggle against the centre since the time of Ansen. And after the Ambethel War, the North-South confrontation made it weaker. Against that dark kingdom to the east, the tradition of a strong army and war has always been preserved, except that in the past it was scattered, the dark lords divided themselves and fought each other, and therefore could not pose a threat. Today, Madara has been united under the rule of the Supreme One, and the dark nobles have gathered under the mercury sceptre, which was reproduced a thousand years later, and Count Jacques suddenly realizes that Brando may not have lied, but that traditional ideas have always made them ignore it somewhat.

Madaraben has a huge army, and now that they're all together, who's next?

Nature can't be Wind Elves and Fine Fans, and the rest is self-evident.

Something is actually like a layer of window paper, which is hard to think of before it's pierced, but once it's up, the rest of us are happy. Count Jacques is almost in that mood at this moment, although he may prefer not to realize it, at least the fool can live happily ever after, and now all he has to do is think of the three words of Madara and think with care of that army of pillowcases waiting to die.

It is a dead spirit. It is not compatible with the living. You cannot surrender except to death.

Count Jacques thought in cold sweat, and for a moment he could not come up with a solution. To Eruin today, it seems that there is only one way to go but extinction. In the face of that dark country, which was once again a majestic country and had taken the lead, the nobles of the kingdom were still drunk and dreaming of dying, and he really did not know how to solve the current crisis.

Perhaps only in exile, Cruz?

When Count Jacques looked up at Brando again, his eyes were a little distracted, Brando knew he was already in shock, he sighed, the truth was simple, not necessarily in the minds of these aristocrats, but they always thought that Madara had not come one step, and even in history until just before the Second Black Rose War, there were people who thought that Madara was still in a civil war. And today he personally told each other that the reunification process in Maddala was long overdue, and indeed the Count reacted quickly, what the kingdom faced.

Count Jacques stopped talking and Brando stopped begging. He patted the horses and let the sitting horses step up to keep up with the White Lion Guards chased in the valley. He understands in his heart that today's remarks can only serve as a reminder to these nobles, who will sooner or later understand how Eruin will survive. And by that time, if there are still stubborn generations, don't blame him for being heartless.

The fate of the kingdom, which had been heavily drugged in the Battle of Ambesseur, could only be slowly reversed.

With Brando silently clamping his lips, he didn't want to reform with a big knife in his heart and give the kingdom a new life, but the longer he came to the world, the more he understood the difficulty of the matter. The nobles have ruled the kingdom for too long, the traditions have been deeply entrenched, and indeed they have their excellence. Although this class of Eruin has decayed for too long, it still possesses immense power, which he may be able to eradicate, but will certainly cause great harm to this ancient kingdom.

His men, like Caglis, Antitina, Kuran, Meria and even most of the White Lion Knights, are inevitably linked to the traditional nobility, whether they come from the Royal Party or from local factions, but they have more or less the mark of old, and their complete eradication will inevitably harm those around them. Even Princess Griffin may have fought him against it, and he knows in his heart that the Eluin that Her Royal Highness wants is not really a new kingdom on the ruins.

And he doesn't want to--

“The opportunity is in your hands,” Brando said to himself. “As for Jane, it's up to you. ”

……

Soon after, the Rantoniland knights came from the eastern side of the river to join forces with the White Lion Guard. Humanity marched along the valley and drove the Undead Army southwards. By evening, the combined military forces of Vieiro, Rantoniland and Tonigal had virtually wiped out most of the mercenaries of the Undead Lord from the sea of the Dead Moon. Most scattered corpse witches have fled into nearby forests, and they will become a security problem in the next few months, but at this time Brando and Kevin are so overwhelmed, these problems are left to the Van Mill Corps for headaches. The blood wand, along with its own guards, is mixed into a remaining half group of skull cavalry. At this time, the strength of the dead begins to work again, and the skull cavalry, free from physical distress, gradually draws the distance from the Rantonian cavalry in the long march, and Brando's men can only catch up with the Skull Cavalry with the Tianma's Ling Corps, but of course he cannot do so.

Using a four-stage archer against a skeleton warrior can also be described as crushing, to chase a true cavalry, then simply looking for death.

Thus, until nightfall, the coalition finally lost the trace of the remaining dead cavalry, Ike was angry, and Count Jacques' men showed some pity. But the Vieiran commander, who had been unguarded all day, Brando heard Caglis say that he had sent a number of subordinates, heading north, and when his heart paused, he understood that the Count had indeed gone to consult with the Grand Duke of Vieira, that his words during the day had not been in vain, and then looked at what the nobles thought. Although it was difficult to get information on Madara, if they really wanted, it was not difficult to get that information.

Historically, nobles had no idea, but this time they had an opportunity to react.

Brando was very faint about the escape of the scepter, not to mention that there was a Knights of the Cruz waiting for it to hit one end, even if it was lucky enough to return to Madara, what good would that do? Alvett, the king of witches, has been waiting for it for a long time. As her emperor, who resisted Madala, showed free will and a symbol of self-worth, the staff had to die, and then it was another story of how she had fallen under the mercury wand.

Brando stood in the valley to admire the night in the Slovene area, the sky darkened quickly after the early autumn, the day was not completely hidden from the mountains, and there was a bush in the woods at night. This was the last time after the end of the summer, the moon in the sky should have been proud of the Golden Sea and the flawless Timothy, but there was only a pitch of black left in the rainy weather, and the other side of the valley looked at the valley plain in the Sylman area, and he stared in that direction at the flowing river water, thinking that by this time the staff should have met its last enemies.

Just what the young people of Cruz would look like, he was too lazy to care. He privately arranged for Kevin to return to Sylman Hill overnight to lead his men instead of the Knights of the Folds to clean up the battlefield after the battle. He temporarily did not want those Cruz to be exposed to the public view. Tonigal in this battle revealed a lot of power to keep Madara safe for a while, but if he could hide it, try to hide it.

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(PS: Today, from conception to pen writing, I wrote for almost 10 hours, and I really didn't have time and energy to write the next chapter. I'm really sorry, but I hope you'll forgive me.)