The Amber Sword

The people in the forest under dusk howled, the array of dragons roared in the forest, as if a giant monster was clashing in the forest, it was disturbing to hear, and the local dragon knights in the white legion felt that the feather arrows were coming from all directions, nor did they know how many horses were ambushed in the dark and had to choose to withdraw temporarily.

The oblique sun swept across a slow, extended ridge in the valley, an orange red colour between the heavens and the earth, and Yuta's long, flaming hair seemed to shine in the sunset. After several arrows were fired from the long crossbow in a row, she saw the pioneer knight of the Cruz begin to retreat and immediately ordered the young wizard around her: "Quick, do as planned! ”

“Captain, you have to give me a break," Crewe tired of sweating on his forehead like a waterfall, and he couldn't help complaining out loud: “Do you think this large-scale illusion is meant to be used, let alone two? ”

“Don't bullshit, it's an order. If you can't do it, I'll cut your head off with a sword. ”

Crewe couldn't help but scold, completely disregarding that the planner was Merle, who praised himself earlier, but scolded, he spelled out the spell at the fastest possible speed - he swung the cane in his hand, a hazy army suddenly appearing under his command, like a mountain fog converging in the sky, people howling in the fog, contouring a whole cavalry ready to go, Crewe shook the cane in his hand, sweating, and that army crossed the forest parallel to the retreating Krutz knight, killing towards the flanks of their battalion horses.

At least two or three hundred meters apart, through the heavy woods and the dim light, the Cruz knights in a state of panic had little time to ascertain the true and false nature of the cavalry, and when they saw that the cavalry was enclosing itself on their side, they couldn't help but be frightened and clearly ambushed by an army in front of them, if they let the cavalry Soldiers wrap up their backtracks and cut them off. Don't they all have to be here. Don't look at the thousands of skeletons they escort, but the stuff doesn't really have much fighting power. Unless there are tens of thousands of them, Madara put skeletons in the front battlefield. Soldiers are counting in tens of thousands. To avoid the eyes and ears, all they escort is a bunch of skeletons in this army, if those tens of thousands of skeletons are in Here, that's about it.

The leader of the knight thought and did not want to immediately shout a warning to the other side of the woodland, and at the same time pulled a signal flare from the sack under the saddle, raising his hand to provoke the magic symbol therein, banging a brilliant signal flare into the air.

Red and dazzling rays of light slowly climbed over the valley, like a bunch of flowers, blooming in the middle of the sky ——

Sir Maverick's head went up and reflected this glaring light in his eyes, as did dozens of friendly knights around him, all looking up at the sky, but Maverick turned around for a moment and waved his hand, yelling, “There's an ambush, back to back, formation, Arjan, Pierre, let those bones move and guard against the cavalry! ”

It has to be said that the knights of the White Legion, the front-line legions of the Cruz Empire, performed perfectly, without any panic, as if they had acted in a circle at an instant, and the vast dragons lay low beneath the tame of these fine riders, allowing them to flatten their guns, whisper loudly, and a row of long guns were erected in the forest.

And the more the knights were named, the more they started to unite for the skeletons, in fact, they didn't need to do anything, the dead spirit had no morale and would not panic because of the raids. By the order of the manipulators, they quickly became tight from the formation of the march, and the platoons gathered together to guard against the possible impact of the cavalry. Those knights who were responsible for the whole team seemed to need only to be good flag bearers and mark their positions on the battlefield for each skeleton squad.

But within a dozen minutes, a perfectly orderly array has appeared in the forest --

And to see this happening from a distance, several young people from Eruin have obviously revealed surprises on their faces, including even the proponent of the plan, Mel himself - knowing that the preparation of a war plan in a war is only one aspect, but that the script's failure to follow schedule is another, which involves many factors that can be solved not only by the use of genius, for example, some commanders are cautious and some commanders reckless, and in the absence of the enemy, many changing circumstances on the battlefield can only be left to Lord Martha to decide.

And at this point, the young knights on the Eruin side couldn't bear to scream: Bless Martha!

“Don't relax, it won't take long,” Utah was born as a mercenary leader, and this is not the time to forget to pour cold water on these forgotten youths: “If you don't say no later, you need to bathe the blood and drag this Cruz army for as long as you can, it depends on what you can do. ”

But a few young people were apparently a little excited, feeling that the Cruz were just that, and didn't listen to much of what she said. Utah knew what they were thinking. She couldn't help but sigh. She didn't really look forward to the next World War. The Krutz performed as well as she had expected. At the moment, these exotic knights showed no combat skills comparable to the average army. Even the White Lion Guard under the Lord she had met in Tonigal was not necessarily stronger or even slightly worse.

Cruz is the cruz, the empire, is a small country like Eruin comparable.

But she also knew that at this time, no more words could be spoken out, that the military mind was available, that she would not do things that hurt her morale, but that she did not know how many of these young people could live. She looked over at Mel, and the young man from Knights College frowned slightly, but was generally much less worried than she was.

At least the Krutz have moved, and it is not easy to deflect on the battlefield, even if they find something wrong, at least for a very long time to make a new decision, plus the time to reconfigure the formation, to drag them here for more than an hour, but that is not enough, and the terrain must be used to engage these knights for as long as possible. Utah took a look at the sunset and only hoped that the solar energy would go down sooner. After dusk, it was not so easy for the Cruz to figure out how many people were in the mountain forest.

In fact, as soon as the pioneer knights of the White Legion rushed out of the forest, Maverick and the knights around him had discovered an anomaly that, unlike those who fled in a hurry, allowed them to judge the situation more calmly. Maverick was worried about how many people were ahead and from which side of the force? The army of the Ludwig nobles? Or the Black Legion? Or the army in Port Fatan? He was thinking about it all the time until there was a rumbling horseshoe in the woods.

“Horseshoe?” Sir Mahlori's slight glimpse and thought of light cavalry was not surprising. In this terrain, light cavalry is easier to deploy than heavy cavalry, like his dragon cavalry can only be passively defended, but the problem is - horseshoes are too dense.

For a knight as old as him, like an instinct, he can tell from footsteps and horseshoes the direction and approximate size of the enemy, even the speed and other factors, not to say how precise, but the guess is generally fine. Familiarity with the war permeated the blood of these professional knights long ago, and Maverick quickly realized the problem, with such dense horseshoes representing at least one light cavalry rushing into the woodlands in a dense formation.

This is insane.

And at this point, the accompanying cleric beside him reminded him in due course: “Mr. Knight, look at the cavalry in the forest," a cleric, at most in his twenties, pointed in the direction of the forest and said to him: "The cavalry does not look real, it is most likely an illusion caused by magic. ”

Maureen was not familiar with magic, but it was quite enough for him, and he immediately realized he had fallen for it. “That cavalry is fake, watch out for enemy tricks!” He shouted outrageously.

His voice went down, and the foggy army dissipated, as if it were scattered fog, in the forest.

Anyone at this time understands that coming here is a false alarm.

“Oops," Crewe couldn't help but scream and shout, “The spell has expired, someone has lifted my spell! ”

He looked like he'd just been caught out of the water, wet, but it was all sweat, and after both spells, he was completely immobile, holding up the flashing silver tree beside him and gasping.

“It's all right, it's none of your business, Crewe, you did a good job, they should have seen it coming, it was the clergy who came along.” Utah reassured him, "Then you hide out and rest, restore your magic, stay away from the battlefield, and we'll draw their attention. ”

Crewe was weak, but he couldn't help but jump. Though he has been cursing his mouth before, it is clear to his heart that the next battle is the most dangerous, to drag this Cruz cavalry, not only to make the other party not know how many of them, but also to make the other party feel flesh pain, it will definitely be a hard war, it may pay the price of blood and life.

Any one of these people could die here, and of course he's no exception.

“I'm coming with you, and you're not leaving me.” He rebutted aloud.

“The Wizard's first priority on the battlefield is Ming Cheol's preservation.” The beautiful head of the mercenary group shook her head, a redhead flaming like a flame, and she said with a smile to the young wizard.

“This…” Crewe suddenly discovered that almost all of his companions were on his side and couldn't help but notice: “You…”

But before he could finish, he felt someone hit him hard behind his back, dark in front of him, and fell down.

Mel reached out and caught him, then raised his head and gave Utah an eye.

“We need someone to summon the lord, and we'll leave this task to him. You go and set him up and mark the tree with a magic mark...”

Mel nodded and one turned around and disappeared in front of everyone.

Utah pulled out his sword after he left and turned back to the young knights in front of him and said, “Don't look at me with such a sad face. We're not going to die. What are you afraid of? What are you looking forward to? Before that day, you might have thought you would have swept over the land of the Cruz Empire and fought against the world's first rival, such as the White Legion, and some of you might have slept here for a long time, but no one dared to laugh at you because your rivals were so powerful and honorable, yet once you succeeded, our names would be ringed out on the land of Vaughn after this day. ”

Young people had to shine a bright light in their eyes, and the flame of the bear burned was a gambler's determination and endless desire and pursuit for victory.

“Remember your name, we are the White Lion Guard, the Lord has given you this name, he has never failed, and so have you," the head of the female mercenary sword drew a shining arc in the sunset, pointing forward, like a straight faith, indestructible and radiant: “Follow me and let this lion reveal his claws. ”

The young knights shouted and shouted, “For Elu's sake, fight, glory be upon me, glory be my sword! ”

At sunset, the mountains were like sleeping long.

Sir Maverick made his own judgement in the first place.

The number of enemies will not be too large, otherwise they will not have to be demonized. The other party's obvious aim is to try to keep themselves here, not to ambush, but to intercept. But the question is how many people are involved in the interception, and if not too many, he can choose to forcibly break through, but if there are too many, he might hit his head with a bloodshed.

He was suddenly hesitating.

The empty valley in front of the Kruze seemed to be a vast mouthful of open blood, full of uncertainty and anxiety.

“Lord Knight, it's time for you to make your decision.” After the crowd split, a middle-aged man in a robe came out from behind and said to Maureen, “The people in front are obviously stalling, they may be waiting for reinforcements, and we can't stay here too long. ”

Sir Mahlori looked back at the man, who was pale as a vampire and thin as a gust of wind, and Sir Mahlori looked back at him, glancing at the dark crystal ring he was carrying, and nodded: “Rest assured, Master Ansiri, we will send you safely to Varache. ”

The man smiled contemptuously: “Don't call me the archmage, I know who I am, I know what I'm not urging you to do, but just to remind you, we don't know which force the people in front are from, in this case, it's best to make a quick decision before you have too many nightmares. ”

Sir Maverick slowed his head and looked at his knights.

“Try a probationary offense...”

“Wait.”

“What's wrong now?” Sir Maverick's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction.

“Let my skeletons come, the noble knights of the Empire are wasting too much time trying, and this is what my men are supposed to do, and it's what they die for.” The man mocked his ring and replied slowly.

Mahlori was very angry at this man for comparing his life to his value for money, but he also knew that he had nodded out of kindness and a little relaxation in his face.

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