The Amber Sword

“My lord," the knight replied with some embarrassment: "The final news came from the scouts of the second column of the Southern Legion, which had stopped in the north of Emden, where we had fifty light cavalry men who had returned to rest near Fort Mintai after completing their task of reconnaissance in the direction of Schaffrend. ”

“Good, tell me what they found? ”

“The last message they received was that the army was moving in the direction of Paris. ”

“Parris direction?” Grand Duke Goran-Elson sucked in a cold breath: “They're going to attack the Wayland ferry. What do they want? What do they want!? Do they want to open me up? ”

He was angry and had to repeat this almost several times. The poor knight saw every blueberry in his usual graceful and steady lord's head. He looked choosy and couldn't help but shake it.

The Duke of Goran-Elson took a few sharp breaths as the Old River crossed Fort Mintai, turning east towards Fort Mintai and heading south into Shavrend territory. And the Wayland ferry is on the southern beach near the East Mintai Forest, and the Tonigars are attacking in that direction, obviously not in support of Fort Mintai, let alone to threaten the northerner Tygan - because it is simply the north-south.

Obviously, the other party had only one purpose: to attack the camp of the coalition of aristocrats between Paris and Mintai, which was bold enough not to see his Duke in his eyes at all.

But the Duke of Goran-Elson, after saying this, suddenly realized something and stopped to ask: "You say this is the last message sent back by the scouts? ”

“Yes, because a Buga wizard saw in the sky that these poor reprimands had been crushed, and in fact no one escaped in that battle. ”

Poor young knight couldn't help but look at the bloody helmet on the floor.

“Unless I'm crazy,” Duke Goran-Elson repeated: "Unless I'm crazy, I'll believe all of this, but okay, tell me what happened. If a wizard saw all of this, then he must know what happened at the time. Why can't a whole squadron of light cavalry escape? Does Alta have a whole army of Bentoniguers? Or did one of them, by the way, mention to me that damn sword saint, do you want to tell me that it was a polar sword saint? ”

“My lord," replied the knight warily: "My lord, the wizard said those poor scoundrels were suicidal... he...”

“Enough, are you kidding me? ”

“My lord, everything I said is true. The wizard was also frightened. He saw it all with his own eyes, and... He asked me to tell you that the sword saint is indeed an extreme sword saint. He seems to possess a related field of hallucinations...”

“Well, that's why the Bukas call their friends, and my noble gentlemen know fear?” The Duke of Goran-Elson sneered and couldn't help but say a dirty word: “A polar sword saint, mastering illusion-related fields, Eruin simply * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ”

He waved, “Let me calm down. You get out of here. I'll tell you what to do when I think about it. Now there's a goddamn lunatic here who wants to lead a bunch of dead men to my head, so let him come, and I'll wait for him here. ”

“My lord...”

“Get out!”

The knight slipped out of the tent.

After a while, the noise came back from outside the tent. The Duke of Goran-Elson raised his head and saw a man coming in with a tent curtain open, his eyes closed and he saw the usurper from Swallow Castle.

When I saw this man, the Duke remembered his damn covenant with the Bukas, and I couldn't help but say ironically: “Is this the covenant between you and these damn Bukas? ”

“You look angry,” laughed the visitor. “Is this my negligence, putting our allies in such a position? ”

“Shut your fucking mouth, usurper, and this mess is your plan? Now you're going to tell me that the Corcova Royal Family still has a Polar Sword Holy - a Polar Sword Holy! ”

The Duke of Goran-Elson said, "Even in the holy war, the great empires have never done this level of strength. Do you really understand what that means? Look at those fucking Bukas, they've been scared shitless! ”

When he heard the name usurper, the visitor looked a little gloomy, but he still laughed: "They are just apprentices. The truly powerful Sassard wizard is not here, you have to trust the strength of our allies. ”

“I believe in your strength, but that does not mean that I will be blindfolded by you," Duke Goran-Elson said angrily, pulling out his sword and putting it around the neck of the visitor: "If you intend to have my men serve as cannon dust here, I will regret it. ”

In the eyes of the visitor flashed a little cold light, but without fear, he only reached out to the other sword tip: “Looks like you are frightened, my Duke, it is just a polar sword holy, he will come here to die, let him come. ”

“A polar sword holy?” The Duke of Goran-Elson looked at the guy weirdly in front of him: “Are you all out of your minds, too? One Mayfister in the district gave the Cruz Empire a headache. He was only a quasi-polar when he became famous. Nordas was a temple of fire, and there were only a few such superior powerful men? ”

“The Great Throne of the Temple of Fire is now holy," replied the visitor. “Not to mention Eruin, who has never had such a strong man, but it was decades ago. ”

He looked into the eyes of the Duke of Goran-Elson and said, "Okay, I'll find a way to earn your trust, Duke. Trust is earned through action, and it's nothing more than that. How about this Polar Sword Holy, let my army deal with it personally? ”

The Duke of Goran-Elson will look at this guy suspiciously, and if he can, he won't believe a word he says.

But it is obvious that he is not in a position to choose the situation at hand.

“I think you're dying, but that's your choice, and I won't stop you, and you better not come to me if you're in trouble.” He replied, "And I think you'd better find a way to get those Bukas up and running, and I'd rather trust them than you. ”

“Of course we need the help of the wizard lords, but if it's just to stop the madmen, there's no need to be so much trouble," the Earl of Swanburg sneered. “The Duke just has to wait here for my good news. ”

“I hope it's not your head that's waiting. ”

Naturally, Grand Duke Goran-Elson would not be able to say so. He looked silently at the bloody helmet on the ground and thought so in his heart.

……

Matthew sat steadily on the saddle, wearing a candle fire medal from the first Black Rose War, a long gun hanging from the saddle and holding his family's ancestral sword - Talan's teeth - on his shiny chest. He straightened his body like a straight spear, and the north wind on the battlefield did not cause the rider any chaos, but lifted his bloody red cape like a beautiful flag.

“Forward, forward, maintain formation!” Matthew's efforts to keep his soldiers in good shape across the beach present a difficult challenge in this weather, where people are constantly frozen down and swept away by bitter river water.

But no one cares about falling down, because they can no longer stand up, and the knight in charge of the squad holds a long whip and relentlessly drives the aristocratic militias forward.

The knights of the front team had crossed the beach, rolled down from the saddle and immediately wiped their riding with a dry cloth felt. The Southern Legion's horses of war were Goran-Elsonma of Warcraft descent, born in the highlands and extremely resistant to the cold, but equally intolerable to the ghost weather of this icy snow.

And further afield, the knights are regrouping, horseshoes treading the snow, kicking up the finely shattered foam and moving on.

Matthew is attacking seven or eight estates, fortresses and villages along the eastern forest line of Mintai. For both attackers and defenders, a fortress offensive defense is certainly not limited to the fortress itself. The defensive system of Fort Mintai, albeit rudimentary, includes a series of guard towns surrounding it. In addition to the route of the Alta to the Cold Cedar Collar, estates and villages in the East Mintai Forest have blocked the army's path to Schaffrend.

The Tonigars were scattered in the forest, and for Matthew, the commander in charge of directing these local defence forces was a fairly brilliant opponent, limited in strength, but well-organized in resistance, with no sign of collapse, at least to date.

Matthew understands that the Duke may not be satisfied with the progress in this direction, but not everyone in his ranks is under his command. For example, there are currently seven or eight noble knights and lords' armies on both sides of the beach, and together there are about seven or eight hundred men, but the orders are inconsistent, dramatically slowing them down.

Worse still, the noble knights, in addition to being scattered and disobedient to command, have a mind to preserve their strength. No one is a real idiot in this war, nobles do not dress others, and it appears that these people expect progress in their offensive in the direction of Fort Mintai, so that they will not defeat themselves.

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