The Amber Sword

The terrain around Fort Mintai is not complicated.

To the north is the wide Old Plain, where the Old and Patton rivers wash out the sedimentary zone of the river plain, and the narrow north of the valley plain is influenced by the forces of chaos at various ends, forming a barren Patton wilderness, almost a Ma plain, which facilitates the expansion of the army.

On the east and south sides of Fort Mintai is the great forest between Mintai-Paris-Chavrend, a vast forest known as the East Mintai Forest, with two avenues connecting Fort Mintai through the middle of the forest. One of the avenues runs through the Gers ferry, while the other connects Alta, the only satellite town south of Fort Mintel.

The Duke of Goran-Elson stretched his hand over this town on the map, where the Tonigars resisted violently, directing the attack as vice-commander of the last Alliance of Aristocrats of the North, a deputy of the Marquis of Balta and a very famous knight commander of the White Lion Corps. His men had at their disposal the Royal Knights of the Fallen Gogh and a noble army of nearly 2,000 men, but the Tonigars stationed here had not allowed the noble commander to take over the town for nearly half an hour - the White Lion Knight, said to have been formed by the son of the Sage himself, was truly a myth.

However, he has commissioned a Buga wizard to support him, although no news has been received yet, but he is sure to succeed soon. After all, there are no witches there and no evil Druids. After cutting off the back of Fort Mintai, he went to a heart attack, and in any case, the vast plan was more than half complete.

But things often go against your will.

Just as the Duke of Goran-Elson dropped the map in his hand, a noble knight came face to face and some shouted to him in panic: "Sir, we have lost contact in the direction of Alta! ”

“What's going on?” The Duke's heart jumped suddenly, and the premonition of anxiety in his heart seemed to bear witness at this moment, hurrying to ask.

“It is unclear, my lord, that the first news was the appearance of a sword saint belonging to the royal camp in the direction of Alta, and soon after our communication with that direction was cut off. ”

“Sword Saint? ”

Goran-Elson quietly speculated on who would suddenly appear in this place, who was loyal to the Korkova royal family, but it was not enough to worry about a sword saint in the district. How could a man influence the whole battle, but only the army of the northern nobility would end up losing money.

But out of insurance, he asked, "Did you send scouts to confirm the situation? ”

“has been dispatched. ”

“Which of our armies is closest to Alta? ”

“I don't know, but it looks like troops from Blackwater Bay have captured a village called Emden in the vicinity. ”

“Oh, that's Baron Gordom with his knights.” The Duke of Goran-Elson nodded: "Let them go to Alta and draw a cavalry from the third column of the Southern Legion. ”

“Understood, My Lord. ”

Grand Duke Goran-Elson sent his knight away, rolling up the map and putting it in a cartridge beside him. I couldn't help but sigh and close my eyes and rub my forehead. He was not the first to go to war - in the last half century Eruin has hardly fought a day, between nobility and nobility, between nobility and mountain people, between Eruin and the dead spirit of Madara, big and small battles take place every month on the land of this ancient kingdom. He first went to war with the old Grand Duke Goran-Elson at the age of fourteen, and he was already a qualified military nobleman at the age of sixteen.

He even participated in the Second Jihad, and although he did not experience the most heinous wars, more or less of them were considered hundreds of wars. The Duke of Goran-Elson knows full well that nothing is possible in a war, as the plan suggests, and that only those who have not really commanded a battle will naively assume that the war is on schedule and that whoever has a better plan will win.

But that is far from the case, for those familiar with war, real war is more like an adventure than luck. Especially on such a vast battlefield with a depth of more than a dozen kilometres, almost both sides of the battlefield are blinded. The party who can control the sky and possess superior wizard power may be slightly better, but inefficient commands and the speed of the army's response will make the original plan missed.

Really on the battlefield, rather than who has a better plan, better luck and fewer mistakes. If one of the parties to a battle makes an unforgivable low-level mistake, the balance of the war tends to be skewed. Such mistakes are often inevitable, and sometimes repeated mistakes are made by both sides of a war, eventually deciding the victory of a battle in accordance with Lord Martha's will.

For the moment, although there are more or less abrupt conditions on the battlefield, as in the case of Alta, they are still within acceptable limits. The Buga plan was brilliant, and all the other parts of the plan were perfectly reproduced, except for the one in which the Southern nobility was the executor.

Everything is moving in the right direction, yet Grand Duke Goran-Elson always feels restless and thinks he missed something. He restarted his eyes with some agitation, stood up from the table and started back and forth.

He admired the efficient execution of the Buga - a level that was said to have been demonstrated by the White Lion Guard commanded by the descendant of Darus, but the Duke of Goran-Elson snorted at it. At least not in the current battle, although their personal tactical proficiency and strength truly outweigh their domestic counterparts in Eruin.

The gap between the two is so obvious, then what are your fears?

Grand Duke Goran-Elson himself wondered that, walking back to the table, he picked up the pipe and seemed ready to light the pipe's cigarette. But in a mood of impatience, he really didn't have the patience to do the meticulous job of filling a cigarette wire and setting a fire, heavily releasing the pipe.

Then he heard the footsteps outside the tent and understood that the knight who had been sent out had finally returned.

The Duke finally couldn't hold on to his inner anxiety. He opened the curtain of the tent and asked eagerly, “What's wrong? Do you have any idea what's wrong with the direction of the Alta? ”

He suddenly stopped talking.

He saw his knight pale, holding a crushed helmet with his hands and standing in front of him shaking. That dark helmet looks like a common knight's armor in the South, stained with bloody spots.

“What's the matter? ”

Grand Duke Goran-Elson was calm and his pale brown eyeballs stared at the helmet in his deep orbit.

“My Lord... Lord Baron Gordem he...”

“What's wrong with him? ”

“Lord Baron he... he has martyred his country, and his knights... this is the message from the wizard lords of Buga..."

“What's going on here?” The Duke suppressed the anger in his tone and asked heavily, "Aren't they north of Alta? Did they attack without my command? ”

The knight's throat was rolling and he couldn't say a word.

“How's Alta? ”

“My lord, Alta has been recaptured by the Tonigars, and no one has escaped. The Tonigars have launched a counter-attack, and they have crossed Emden..."

“Gordom and his men are cavalry. How could they not escape?” The Duke of Goran-Elson, though not angry, has spoken calmly enough to make his knights feel cold, and he surrendered his helmet in awe, answering:

“My lord, this is the relic of Lord Graham brought back by the Bukas...”

The Duke of Goran-Elson swung the knight's helmet tirelessly, and the bloody helmet landed on the ground and the bones rolled for several laps before stopping.

He finally said angrily, "What am I supposed to do with this damn thing, by the way, where are the Bukas? Didn't they make it? ”

The knight almost buried his head on the ground.

“My lord, the adults of Buga have also suffered losses, and they are gathering their hands and marching in the direction of the Tonigals...”

“Good. How long do they need? ”

“This…”

“I knew these damn guys couldn't hold on," the Duke of Goran-Elson turned back to his tent and swept the things on the table down in anger, dinging and murmuring.

“Tell me, how big and what was the composition of that Tonigal army, where exactly did they drill into our encirclement, how many wizards did they have, and where did they attack? ”

“My lord...” the knight stopped saying: “We haven't figured out who they really are. Some say they are the White Lion Guards who were originally stationed in Alta, but we don't know exactly where they broke into our perimeter. They... they don't seem to have witches...”

“Without a wizard, this is ridiculous! ”

The Duke of Goran-Elson exclaimed, "How can they let Baron Gordem and his knight's men be destroyed without a wizard? How can they let the Bukas suffer so much? Does this army come from the direction of Schafflund? ”

“My lord, no,” the knight immediately replied, "the direction of Schafflund is still calm, and there is no situation with our personnel stationed in that direction, and we contact that direction every five minutes. ”

“Very well,” exclaimed the Duke of Goran-Elson: "What about this army, they left Alta and attacked Emden again, where are they going next? It's Fort Mintai? Or Tygan? ”

……