The Amber Sword

Act Fourteen Interspersed

When Brando led the light cavalry forward in the mountains and pointed them to the undead scout cavalry groping in the valley, everyone was stunned.

As if fantasy had become reality, this young man who led them really had the ability of prophecy.

But only Reto and Voltaron guessed the gargoyle, but they didn't have much time to think about it, because Brando had issued an attack order, more than fifty ride a diarrhea and died under the command of the young man. All possible retreats for Skeleton Cavalry-it should be said that they have no retreat at all.

Because Brando knew how they would react.

When Brando arranged the assault course of the cavalry, his image in the minds of these mercenaries was no longer just a good general, but magical. The beginning of the battle was kicked off by a horizontal sword wind. Four or five skeleton soldiers stopped and cut off, and then Brando took the lead to kill the undead. Anyone who dared to stop his skeleton cavalry was often killed by a sword as soon as he entered the attack range Seven or eight meters away--

Then there was only the corpse witch in front of him.

One sword bowed his head.

Gather the team again, and then make a surprise raid. The battle ends as if it were the night before. Only one security cavalry missed a sword accidentally, Brando left him, took over the self-defense regiment behind him, and then they continued to move forward.

Within a quarter of an hour, they defeated another undead scout on the other side of the hill. The two battles came down because of injuries and downsizing of a total of three people-Brando naturally had to bandage them one by one, although he was only for plug-ins-because his first aid in the battlefield took effect very quickly, even more abnormal than some hemostatic drugs.

But his subtle move earned him a very high reputation, although his prestige had been in the mercenary before that, and even Vataron, who had been against him, couldn't help but think that Bran Most are God of War.

Only the mythical war **** ‘Mars’ has such an all-out power.

However, Brando felt a bit boring. The tactical movements of the Madara cavalry in this era were so rigid and far from flexible after the reform of Instaron. In his opinion, he had a taste of training ai.

But the only relief is that he gained a total of 779 experience in two battles and successfully reached level 17.

At the same time, when the refugees led by Freya started to drop the carriage, the Madara side found that they were in greater trouble.

As everyone knows, ‘dead maggot’ Margus is a half zombie, and the rotting meat on it must always be maintained to ensure that it will not fall.

But it doesn't matter if the bones are exposed, anyway, its necromancer apprentice will supplement it regularly. Rotten tendons and cuticles make zombies stronger and tougher than skeleton soldiers-just as a general, Margus arranges the carrion on it more aesthetically.

However, the news from the front line made it feel unusual. His undead wizard apprentice sent more than ten ghosts to the south before the night, and only half of them could come back regularly.

Is that refugee team? Still a trap?

Marcus scratched in doubt on the incomplete scalp, and disturbed the countless fat shrews scattered from his forehead-these small things quickly penetrated into the hollows of his eyes and cheeks. He chewed.

On the map, he marked the areas where the missing ghosts were responsible. On that line, there might be the possibility of the refugee team.

However, since the other party is capable of countering his ghost, it may not be that simple. He had to get the treacherous wizard apprentices to send a second batch of ghosts and further confirm the news. Margus guessed how long it would take, but before that he could urge the zombie army in front of him to further speed up, better than the two boys of Alberton and Wessa to complete the encirclement.

Madara has a saying: No matter how smart the mouse is, it can't escape the sealed oil tank—

Under the siege of Kabys, Alberts, Alberta, Wessa, Deren, Redeos and Gullob, no matter how cunning, this small refugee team will eventually have no way out.

When the sun rises tomorrow morning, the area south of the Spire Valley will be completely covered by the shadow of the black rose blooming by Bromanta, and Madara will surely win.

Margus reached out and stroked a ghoul crouching beside him like a dog. But the half-zombie owner will not know that when he takes everything for granted, the squadron leader of the undead army in front of Brando is in a dilemma.

In fact, about a quarter of an hour ago, the black knight Sassar had confirmed that he had lost contact with his two ten-man skeleton cavalry. . Therefore, he immediately sent a detective to contact the 11th Squadron, which was not far away from him, but no matter whether Sasar sent a ghost or a skeleton cavalry, there was no news in the end.

Now the Black Knight has realized that the problem may be a little big.

When Brando and the mercenaries appeared on the hill, they saw the undead squadron below stopping and preparing to stay in place. Bartom, Reto, and Mano hadn't seen anything, but Brando frowned.

The quality of Madara's junior and junior sergeants is truly amazing-the young man was so anxious that the other commander chose to move closer to his friendly forces in the other direction, so that they could bring the refugees behind in safety The ground passes through this empty area.

But the commander of this undead army made the most accurate judgment the first time.

"What are they doing?"

Votaron knew a little about Madara's tactics and couldn't help asking. He looked at Brando again, no longer doubting the other party's ability.

"Ready in place. We scavenged their scout cavalry so neatly, giving them the illusion that they might be followed by an army three times the size of them," Brando replied.

"Triple? Why don't they move closer to their allies, aren't they waiting here to be surrounded by division?"

"Their commander is waiting for scouts from friendly forces."

"Aren't they afraid we'll cut those scouts?" Mano wiped his scimitar and replied casually.

Brando glanced at him, saying that scouts wanted to cut off? Had they not relied on the strongest scouting unit in the 'Amber Sword' like a gargoyle, how could they easily move within the search coverage of several undead army scouts.

"Killing scouts is tantamount to telling them that there are enemies in this direction. The reason why we solved the previous two teams of Skeleton Cavalry is because Brando took the initiative to eat the squadron," Reto explained on the side.

"Aren't we running out of time in this category?" Mano asked.

"An hour, end the battle and clean the battlefield," Brando replied.

It was almost twenty minutes after Freya led the SDF.

When Sasar saw the firs on the hill begin to shake, he finally saw rows of soldiers with spears walking down the hilltop. He hesitated for a moment. The costume of the opponent was not the same as any of the White Maned Regiments in his impression.

He couldn't help turning his head and asked with a husky voice, "Where's the army?"

The corpse witch beside him immediately bowed his head respectfully: "It seems to be a militia."

"militia?"

Suddenly, Sassar, can the militia quietly kill his two skeleton cavalry? The black knight felt that it was fraudulent. He couldn't help but stand up on horseback and made a gesture behind him.

"Changing bows and arrows--"

"Mark a hundred and forty feet, shoot, put—"

The skeleton soldiers immediately lowered their long bows and creaked open. Then, with a buzz, the bowstrings were released, and a black arrow cluster flew up high and burrowed into the fir forest on the hillside.

The mountain wind is very strong, and the arrows are basically not accurate. But for the militias with little training, the deterrent force was very great. The formation of the Self-Defense Forces slowly walking down the mountain suddenly became chaotic.

But they also have Freya. This girl with a long pony tail is riding a horse from the left to the right of the team. She tries to inspire the mercenaries on the right and the light infantry of the White-Maned Legion to let them drive. Those militia attacked.

"Lower your body, bow your heads, everyone! Remember what you learned while training! Don't stop, follow me, remember, this is fighting for your family-"

Freya took the lead, holding a long sword, and shouted aloud.

At least it seemed that her work was fruitful. With her encouragement, the militiamen quickly picked up their courage-the formation was once again reformed, and then slowly pressed down from the hill.

Sasar frowned, and he ordered another wave of arrows. After adjustment, the crosshairs of the skeleton soldiers were significantly higher this time. Several people in the first three rows of the militia rolled down in the arrow rain.

However, after two projectiles, the militiamen became more stable, and after overcoming their psychological fears, the effectiveness of projectile weapons was not as great as expected.

Saxar immediately changed a gesture and pointed the horsewoman. The third wave of arrow rain was clearly directed towards Freya. However, after the wind on her body, the half-armor flickered with numerous light spots immediately, and each arrow flying towards her was ejected and dropped to the side.

This almost magical scene made everyone stay, then the militiamen cheered in unison, could not help but shout Freya's name-

"Elf Guards?" Seeing this, the Black Knight almost didn't laugh. Sasar was wondering where the inexplicable army came from.

On the other hand, Brando nodded until this moment, although he was a bit clumsy on weekdays. But this scene proved that Freya was the Valkyrie in his mind after all, she was born for the battlefield.

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

The time is right--

Then Brando pulled out the spur of light, and the elf sword glowed brightly in his hand. The sudden flash of light on the battlefield caused most people to be stunned, and some of us both looked up.

"Elven sword!" Sasar recognized the sword at a glance, and he almost screamed and unconsciously pulled out the sword in his hand.

Brando raised his sword high and yelled, "Charle!"

At the same time, the young sorcerer grasped the understanding from his heart, and immediately raised the ruby ​​in his hand to point it: "sharp, divided, the structure of the blade."

A white line immediately extended to the tip along the elven sword in Brando's hand. They flickered once and disappeared, leaving only the blade after the spell was solidified. It is indestructible.

"A new day is coming, Lord Lord, remember the maintenance costs below." Charles said with a smile after finishing the spell.

Brando smiled slightly.

Then he pointed his sword downward, his sword pointed at the position of the black knight Sasar, which seemed to mean that the next battle was about to start.