The Amber Sword

It was almost late at night when he arrived at the Marble Heights. The silver moon was suspended in the sky, and a veil of moonlight was poured between the mountains. The forest is silent, covering the mountains and rivers on both sides, but at the junction of the foothills, the river flows wide to form the wild river.

The non-commissioned officers and students of the King's Cavaliers Academy intended to investigate the terrain by night, but were stopped by Brando. Brando had everyone rest on the spot and got up in the early hours to set up defenses. The aristocratic personal soldiers were okay, and it was already miserable after walking all night. Brando's order made them praise. But the young non-commissioned officers and students inevitably made some criticisms. How can the defense be arranged without investigating the terrain? Even the simplest line of defense must be adapted to local conditions. The infantry code clearly states, what exactly does the commander think? However, the military order was so heavy that everyone was destined to fall asleep with doubts.

The mountains and forests at night when winter and snow are melting are extraordinarily cold. Due to lack of preparation, non-commissioned officers and students often have only a thin blanket on their bodies, which can be imagined at such a temperature. Brando saw many young people froze, but Autin's aristocratic army did not have a tent. It was also no help. He could only inspect it to see if there was anything else that could help. The place.

Count Odin's noble personal soldiers, Naga, non-commissioned students at King's Knights Academy, and the Dragon Cavalry of the Southern Army were not mixed. The military discipline of the aristocratic private soldiers was not as good as expected. Considering that there were many girls in the non-commissioned officers, Earl Audin was constrained by his own men because he was afraid of any trouble; the dragon cavalry should take care of their mounts, and naturally they should not enter. The grey-finned Nagas from the sea of ​​flashes are accustomed to the cold weather, but the dry land makes them uncomfortable, they all rest under the river bed, their bodies curled up.

For Brando, after physical fitness reaches the golden realm, sleep becomes less necessary. The metabolic system is self-improving, and it is normal to not sleep for a few days and nights. He walked slowly along the edge of the black pine forest, the sky was full of stars, in another world. It's hard to see such a beauty, Brando couldn't help but stop and watch.

However, a gust of cold wind blew from the mountain pass to the south, and the storm outside of Ampelsel was converging, which inevitably caused a haze in the next war. Brando suddenly heard the sound of a shattered shrub coming from behind his head. He pulled out his sword and turned around. A bright costume came into his eyes, and Eruin's half-elf princess replaced it. A set of silver armor was worn, and below was an improved skirt. Standing in the woods looked noble and moving.

"Mr. Brando."

"His Royal Highness." Brando was slightly surprised, not expecting that the princess had not yet fallen asleep, and ran to him. He wouldn't think that this encounter, and the princess would not come for a walk in the woods at this time. He smiled awkwardly, "Why did Her Royal Highness come here?"

Griffin looked a little lonely. She also knew that she shouldn't have been here, but after leaving Ampelsel. That night she turned around and couldn't sleep. Brando had done such a rude thing to her that day, she was so disgusted in her heart that she could not wait to kill the other with a sword.

But for Eruin, she finally forced herself to calm down and go all out. She told herself that the kingdom had more ugly faces, and she could suppress her emotions even in the face of Viscount Begnin's betrayal. But the scene at that time was like a nightmare, leaving a shadow on her mind, how could she never forget it.

It would be nice if this person behaved more uncomfortably, but it was so good.

Princess Griffin's silver eyes reflected Brando's figure. My heart is full of complex tastes. She had never seen love and hate for no reason since she was a child. Everything that night made her believe that there would never be an unconditional helping hand in this world, but what was he pretending to look like, Obviously the real face has been exposed, hasn't it?

Moreover, the identity of the descendants of Brandalus made her feel deeply worried. If the other party had a bigger picture, what would she do? But this is also her last chance. She hopes to get an answer herself, even if she needs to give up more, as long as she can save Eruin and rescue Haruze. She will persist.

Brando felt Princess Griffin staring at himself. Can't help but blush. He didn't know how complicated Her Royal Highness was, but he probably guessed why. That night he also had a blank head, and couldn't help but ...

It's a real frustration that I've lost my footsteps, and it's too shameful to think of it.

At first, do n’t say that the principal killed him with a sword, but Princess Van Griffin could be ashamed of himself as long as one sentence; but modern people ’s state of mind is much tougher after all. After a day, Brando can Pretending it didn't happen.

It was just a little embarrassed to be stared at by the half-elf girl at this moment. He couldn't help but cough and turned back.

This subtle move caused Princess Griffin's surprise. She was born in the royal family, and was born intelligent and superb. She has watched more and more struggles, and she has inherited the spirit's sensitivity to changes in human heart. Immediately felt the meaning of Brando's action.

"Is Mr. Brando also embarrassed?" Princess Griffin's voice was soft, but it was crisp and soft like a forest nightingale.

"Sorry, that ..." Brando was almost sweating, thinking that Your Royal Highness Princess You are a shameful play. Although I know that I did something wrong that day, you are not too much. The soul of his life is only nineteen years old, and the last life was a otaku who was not good at expressing his feelings. Although some of the original mentality has gradually corrected after a long period of power, he can't help but feel helpless at the moment.

Does this guy blush? Princess Griffin couldn't believe her eyes, and she was suddenly curious: "Since Mr. Brando knows that it is ... rude, why do you do that?"

She couldn't help but grit her teeth again: "It's ... too much! I thought Mr Brando was still a real knight."

Brando was suddenly speechless, how can he answer, can not say that the real knight is to pursue romance? so funny. Otherwise, I'll be responsible to you? It doesn't seem to be very good either-let's say that my father doesn't want him to be responsible, what about Romance? In the last life, the most influential one was actually the school sister, but the past is untraceable and unacceptable. Brando knows his feelings well.

Princess Griffin stared at him for a long while.

Seeing Brando's anxiety straight.

At last, the half-elf girl let out a soft breath: "So, I see."

"Well? What do you understand?" Brando froze in his heart, looking back at His Royal Highness in puzzlement. Take a closer look at the noble and elegant Regent Princess of Alluin in the future. Today, she is still just a sixteen-year-old girl, adhering to the unique slenderness of the elves, and looks even more delicate.

Princess Griffin seemed to have untied her knot. She lifted her head, her silver hair flickered slightly in the moonlight; she smiled slightly, lifted her skirt out of the woods, came to Brando's side, and looked The star on the sky.

"Is Mr. Brando looking at the stars?"

"It's almost there," Brando replied with an absence. I don't understand what Her Royal Highness means.

"Star Warlocks say that after death, people will turn into stars, so the princes and fathers also looked at us in heaven."

The story sounds romantic, but Brando knows that those are just big fireballs. Of course, he wouldn't say it in such a terrible way, besides that there are astrologers in the world who have serious abilities.

"probably."

"Mr. Brando doesn't believe in fate?"

"No, I believe."

"Well?" Her Royal Highness stunned slightly. Can't help but look back. She was not too tall, and could only see Brando's wide shoulders.

"I believe that the fate created by people in Cruz's epic, fate, is resistance." Brando quietly recounted what the school sister told him.

"Fate ... is resistance ..." Princess Griffin savoured this sentence carefully.

Brando saw Nimesis from afar, and she was covering several lady officials with her blankets. Brando was slightly surprised by this detail. I didn't expect that the cold-faced female knight had such a gentle side.

After sending away Her Royal Highness Princess, Brando felt somewhat inexplicable. The half-elf princess didn't say anything at all, so she sat with him outside the forest and looked at the little stars for a long time. What kind of attitude is this? He hasn't even thought about it yet.

But all in all. It seems that Her Royal Highness Princess is not going to be held accountable for that matter, it is finally a good thing. Brando was also relieved, otherwise his face would be lost.

At three in the morning, Brando finally met the master Druid named Wochik, who looked as abstract as Brando remembered. The other person's first impression was like a crow man, with a pointed and long face, and covered with black patterns. He was dressed in a jacket and looked like a crow's feathers, his arms and fingers dry and slender. Shaped like a claw.

This person will be placed in the film and television works that Brando is familiar with. It's a typical negative character, but the exact opposite. Historically, this is a npc image with a cold personality but a strict neutrality. Of course, most of the druids are this virtue.

Warchik rushed back from Ampelsel with a tired look, but according to the opponent, it should be fine to stick to one or two low-intensity battles. Brando hastened to let him go to rest first, and with this druid master, he soon found that his mage group had reached an unprecedented luxurious lineup.

At least four gold-level wizards, Archdruid Wojk, Master Wizard of the Wizard, Char, Sea Demon Bridget, and Night Lord Andreege. Then there is the twenty-member sacrifice group in Nagar. Count Odin also has several wandering wizards. In addition to the two sisters Fro and Tia, in addition to the lack of a pillar of elementary order-this more than thirty people, the lowest Masters with ranks above silver can basically crush all the power of Eruin.

Unfortunately, the number is still too small in Brando's view. The thirty casters are scattered into the army of thousands, but it is just enough. Unlike the war in the era of the future Great Demon Tide, a legion can assemble more than a hundred masters. In addition to being dispersed in the army to defend, it can also gather dozens of exclusive masters to use in a centralized manner, and to provide remote firepower. The role of support.

Of course, this dream can only be thought about now. Wizards without the silver rank have very low survival rates on large-scale battlefields, but wizards above the silver rank are very poor. This is the current situation of Warnder.

Half past four.

The non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knights regiment ended their rest, and then Nagar and the noble personal soldiers were also woken up one by one. Brando put out a map that he arranged overnight and let them arrange the line of defense as required. Everyone was taken aback by this hand. They didn't know that Brando was already familiar with the mountain geography in this area, and thought that the Commander Lord himself had taken people to survey the terrain in order to let them rest.

Although young non-commissioned officers and students did not say anything. But I am grateful. Only Princess Griffin had a faint guess, but she only buried this guess in her heart.

The terrain of the Mare Highlands is a surprise to the defenders. The branches of the three mountains meet here to form a huge valley. The valley is misty and envelopes the valleys on both sides. The river flows from the Nakagawa stream and emits a huge sound of water.

To the north of the valley lies a towering ridge, which is nearly lead grey at the far end of the field of vision. Hazy in the night before the morning. This is the end of the foothills extending south of the Fama Range. Locals call this mountain Unk Mountain. Unk in the ancient language of the mountain people means 'wall'.

The two streams converge at the foot of the Unlk mountain and converge into a shallow mountain stream. The stream flows down the riverbank and forms an open river through the years. Chuandi goes down. It looks like a huge **** with forest-covered Machenko and Levico on both sides.

However, both Machenko and Levico are flat and gentle, well below the height of Unk. This means that if a position is placed on the top of Mount Unrke, the archer will be able to attack the two hills to the south.

And if the northern coalition infantry would attack them through the valley, the attack on the two hills in the south would be a nightmare. But if you don't capture the south hill, the bottom-up attack is not just a nightmare.

This is simply a natural blocking position.

Unless the Black Blades find a way to cross the Fama Mountains and launch an attack from behind Unk Mountain. But it takes a long time, at least half a month, they don't have to worry about enemies from behind.

So the rest is simple. Although there are still a few who think that it may be better to continue deep into the mountains of Antik. But after all, that's just a possibility, and most people are motivated to start the line of defense. The non-commissioned officers and students quickly proposed a very classic and practical solution.

The plan was first delivered to Brando, Her Royal Highness Princess, and Overwell. The plan was very simple. As expected, the main position was set to the north of the confluence of streams, under the foothills of Ang Erk-in turn, the bow and arrow position, and the main position-but the center of gravity was pushed forward, pushing the eastern foot of Matchenko and Levi Two mountain peaks at the west foot of Keshan are included.

Brando saw the core of the plan at a glance, and set up a battlefield on the two south hills. Young non-commissioned officers and students planned to use the terrain advantage to consume the living power of the southern coalition on these two fronts.

This tactical intention is very typical, and it can be said to be almost like a textbook. But in Brando's view, it was not so good. Too conservative. He glanced at the others. Her Royal Highness made no statement, and Overwell shook her head.

Lone Wolf is Lone Wolf.

Brando then shook his head: "Generally possible. But details have to be corrected."

"Ah, how to fix it?" Caglis, who was confident in bringing the plan, couldn't help but stay in it. This plan was actually formulated by him and was unanimously approved by the non-commissioned officers and students. I thought it would pass, but now it seems a little too taken for granted.

"That's it," Brando replied with a double-handed gesture on the makeshift map.

"what?"

Caglilis almost shook his hands and smashed the plan into his lord's face. This is also called plan? Isn't this giving up the entire frontal position, Lord Lord, should we surrender directly?

He looked at Brando pitifully, and seemed to want to confirm whether his Lord Lord had not slept all night and talked nonsense for a moment. Unexpectedly, Brando immediately gave him a severe glance, and reprimanded, "What are you still doing?"

So this young man from the Tonigel nobility could only think that he was unlucky and went out in despair.

"This seems a bit ..." Overwell couldn't help shaking his head, Brando's plan was too bold, a bit beyond his expectations.

No, it's more than just bold. If he hadn't known this young man before, I'm afraid he would start to wonder if this guy was a spy. This plan is simply despising the IQ of the Northern Alliance.

"It's dangerous. You and Makaro are very similar, but unfortunately ..." The kingdom's lone wolf also sighed. There was once a lion, a wolf, and a fox in the kingdom, but now they can only rely on these young people.

He can only hope that his choice is right.

Only Brando smiled slightly, confident.

It was full of light, and the indistinct army in the forest began to gather. Northstar and his Dragoon Cavalry were lifted off one by one in the early morning breeze, and then with the cooperation of Brando's Aeolian Spider, they began to expel scout cavalry in the northern coalition sky.

This was the clearance work before the war.

By this time, both parties could no longer conceal their tactical intentions. The commanders of the Northern Alliance soon understood that Brando was preparing to fight them.

"Know you can't run away?"

Williams reached out to catch the parchment tube dropped by the passing Dragoon cavalry, and after a light glance, a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

He looked up-there was Marc Heights ahead.

Eight past twelve.

Brando closed the pocket watch on his brass cover and looked far across the valley. His field of vision is extremely far away, and his strong sense of ability allows him to see scenery miles away without the need for fake foreign objects. At the other end of the valley, the first northern coalition army has appeared, but it is not clear yet Column.

"It should be Viscount Finn, there are a lot of people, afraid of thousands." Earl Oding put down his binoculars and muttered to himself: "They stopped, they should be waiting for support."

Brando nodded, and Earl Autin was indeed a veteran aristocrat who had served in both the Black Blade Corps and the Southern Legion. This judgment is still very accurate. His guess should be almost Finn's column.

On the other hand, Enrock was a bit dismissive. The young man shrugged and said, "No matter how many people there is, it makes no sense. This valley allows them to launch an attack of 1,500 people from the front. The Yankees are really terrible. "

"But they could first capture the two hills south of Machenko and Levico, wouldn't they?" Freya stood next to Brando in a suit, pressing a sword in her hand, and frowned.

"Then there is a good show." Brando grinned.

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(Ps: So it ’s time for dinner!)

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