The Amber Sword

The two thousand undead army set off on the shallow beach for the first time. A dark spider swordsman next to each other, lined up side by side, wearing armor with a spider pattern on their chests, brushing one step forward, holding a wide black sword in their hands, flattened The blade and the blade point to the ground. One hand is flush with the chest and grasp the counterweight. The other hand is palm up, pushing the handle behind, leaning forward and forming a certain angle with the sword body—two thousand one. Hundreds of skeletons maintained this action at the same time, rows of big swords were put down one by one in the cold rain, and the cold light above the sword's edge was in a line, like the teeth of death.

A small cluster of black knights gathered around Sir Veskag. The dark noble lord of the nickname Silent also wore black knight armor, but without a helmet, a pale head was exposed on the breastplate, and a few sparse ones The hair is like weeds in the wind, its face is full of dried corpses, its eyes are burning with pale flames, and its body is exuding a cold scent of death. One-handed long press the sword hilt inlaid with black roses, just like Its nickname, looking west to the silence.

It was undulating river bank hills, and the rain curtain formed mist, obstructing the sight. After the mist, the dark forest was as thick as a wall, but suddenly, a holy white flag appeared in the forest. Below the flag was a human infantry marching, and the silver-gray armor reflected. Gleaming like sparkles, one after another, Sir Wiscarg's eyes flashed with doubt. It had never heard of this army, but the opponent was well-equipped and obviously not a miscellaneous brand.

One mile away is the distance that both sides can only observe each other quietly.

"Without a shield, light infantry, the scale is about five brigades." Sir Wisconsin calculated the size of the army in front of him at a glance. For people like him, this is not a skill, dead moon. One place at a time. There are more than four hundred large and small autonomous territories and small states, where everything is lacking, that is, there is no shortage of soldiers, especially experienced soldiers. They are the best mercenaries in the entire dark world. After hundreds of battles, their sensitivity to war has long been an instinct. "A half and a ball." It reassured. The pride of the Black Rose in the Soul Fire has the upper hand again, can't help but feel a little contempt.

Spider Swordsmen are the nemesis of light infantry and cavalry. As long as there are no heavy cavalry, they are the most terrible force on the battlefield, not to mention the number of opponents is far less than their own. Sir Veskag smiled indifferently, thinking that these arrogant human aristocrats must still adhere to the rules, holding infantry is a creed of defensive power, but they must not know that infantry can also show their fangs. Become a sharp knife that tears the ground.

"Let the spiders come and tell you later, the era that belongs to you is over." The black knight commander took another look at Eruin's army, and the White Lion Guard was slowly moving forward, more sure in his mind.

At this time, the opposite side of the river bank began to float with a little flash of light.

"They are blessing spells."

"There is a magician."

The black knight's snoring conversation made Sir Veskag slightly sparse eyebrows. The army on the other side was really unusual. There was a magician group, at least it was an army of the level of the Vamil Legion. The opponent is likely to be part of the Central Army, not a noble army. I just don't know which one, it frowned. My heart murmured that the Southern Legion had already arrived near Ampelsel, but which army was it from before?

The flash of magic gradually became denser. Sir Veskag finally changed his face-is this scale part of the royal knights of Eruin, or part of the Black Blade or White Lion? "Impossible, these three Eluians' elites cannot come to the South unless they have completely abandoned the area north of Ampelsel." It shook his head. He murmured in his heart, this army was too weird. Although there are corpse witches in Madara's army, seriously, corpse witches are not considered wizards. This matching group of magicians, don't say it has never been seen before. Even in the entire military history of Warnd after the Battle of the Holy One, it never appeared.

One thousand and five hundred infantry, equipped with more than one hundred magician groups--

"It's crazy!" Sir Veskag thought that either he was crazy on the opposite side or he had hallucinations.

The whistle of whistle echoed on the battlefield.

"The Vieros let us turn around and retreat," Brando retracted his eyes from the misty riverbank, and said to Cowen, Caglilis, and Freya. "

"Hey, at least it turns out that the people we're trying to save aren't all waste," Carglis replied with a smile.

Ke Wen didn't say a word. The young man from Shavrund participated in the war for the first time. The scene in front of him was different from his imagination. The White Lion Guard was slowly moving in the drizzle, and the order came to him from time to time. In the ears, "The sword comes out of the sheath!" "Line up!" The young people from Toniguer were a bit disorganized when they just left the forest, but after moving a hundred meters, they formed a layered array. The herald flew before and after the queue, with flags flying. Such an army was very different from those of the aristocratic army he had seen. He had some faint feelings, as if this army should come out of a certain history and come to the battlefield. .

That history was called the founding of Alluin.

He looked back subconsciously, and Brando stood with his sword, looking up at his army on horseback, with a light look on his face.

"This army doesn't seem to him to be so," Cowen thought, "what kind of army does the count want?"

Brando smiled slightly. The White Lion Guard has begun to take shape, and Eruin has taken its first step, but what he wants to see now is to open the door with his own hands. Behind the glittering door is another era. In the previous period, it began in the year of silver. In this history, it will begin today, and today is the future. He looked up, looking at the slender back in the rain curtain in front, and Freya looked back at the direction of Brando at the moment. She was riding a snow-white warhorse, and now he was full of doubts, "Bran What exactly does he want to do? The magician group is not so used ... ", clearly stated in the tactical code of Eruin: precious magicians must be protected most closely, more than one hundred magician group You must be protected by a legion. Otherwise, they should be dispersed to avoid a devastating blow.

The wizard group is a valuable auxiliary combat force, and sometimes can even change the battle situation. Wizards have very strong individual combat capabilities and are stronger individuals on the battlefield. In general tactics, such individuals with strong combat power should treat them Scattered in the army. In this way, not only can it be effectively protected, but it can also effectively threaten the enemy's array and commanders at various points.

But now, the Tonigel's magician group is forming a square array like the infantry. Only a small number of white lion guards are kept outside this square array. Their chanting sounds through the river bank, like a hymn, the light floating in the air, Layers of spells are in front of the White Lion Guard. Caglis was looking up at the halo of faint hues and rain falling from mid-air together with every soldier. Even himself.

He curiously touched the layer of energy shield a few inches away from his body, as if there was a layer of air flowing over it, around his fingertips, forming a vortex-that is the wind shield. "It's spectacular." Carglis muttered to himself, outfitting so many wizards into an army of only 1,500 people, almost against everyone, especially Antietina and Metty. Sha, the former starts from the difficulty of training wizards in the territory. Advise Brando to cherish this rare power, which has experience from the Battle of the Holy One. I am not optimistic about Brando's concentrated use of magicians, and others; even Freya, most of them are against it. Tonigel now has many wizards, but most of these wizards are from various mercenaries. Regiments, witches, and druids in the ring of trade winds. It is not the reserve force cultivated by the territory, that is, once lost, it is difficult to replenish.

To everyone, this rare group of magicians. It should be used as a secret power of Tonigel carefully, but Brando tried to disagree and put them together to form this magic group. This world of magicians has been criticized since its formation. Caglis even heard that even Shire was not optimistic about the future of this magician group. Cruzers who followed Veronica were blunt. It's the upstart.

But will Lord Lord be an upstart?

Cargalis looked at Brando indifferently, squeezed his chin, "Well, okay ... somewhat alike." But in any case, the buff spells provided by more than two hundred magicians are sufficient. Covering an entire army, this scene is indeed spectacular when they are attached to each and every one of the White Lion Guards.

"Master Lord does seem to have some insight," Yuta finally glanced across the river, then pulled down the metal mask, and replied in a rainy voice.

Not far away, Fern shook his head when he heard this. He pulled out his long sword and walked slowly with his subordinates, his heart a little worried. Concentrating the wizard, not that no one has done it, but the effect is really limited, the enemy will spread the formation, making the spell effect less obvious. Even if one or two troops were defeated, once the concentrated magician group was hit, the precious wizard's loss would be far higher than the opponent's, and the loss would outweigh the loss. Over time, no one would do that.

But what did the Lord Lord think?

Brando looked at Caglilis with a curious look, knowing what he thought, "What do you think a wizard is, Caglilis." He asked. The latter hurriedly pulled down the metal mask. Although it was a bit impolite to do so, he also guessed that Brando had just seen him smirking, and he replied indifferently: "Master, write on the tactical code-"

"Don't make fun, Carglis, you are not from Coban, don't tell me any tactics and tell your own ideas." Brando answered angrily.

"Master, I really don't know." Caglios shook his head. He was not a wizard, how could he know what the wizard would do. There are rumors in the country that these wizards are all powerful and omnipotent, but these rumors are clearly unbelievable: "But Princess Metisha ..."

Brando scoffed at Eruin ’s outdated tactical code, but he did not necessarily agree with Metisha's statement. Yes, the Battle of the Holy One was arguably the most massive incident on the earth since the destruction of the Babel Fortress. A grand war, in which there were frost knights, dragon king cavalry, miner's twilight guard, and silver elf princess guard, the war was as epic as it was epic. But there were no wizards in that war.

The history of wizards begins with Tumen--

Tumen taught the magic to the people of silver. From his beginning, Vond had the first generation of wizards, but all the way to the heyday of the Bugatian dynasty. The history of wizards just started to shine. The stealers of these laws were nothing but an ascending force during the battle of the saints. They were as weak as young birds with broken shells. In such a battle of strength level, all they could do was just look up. The history of the wizard's participation in the war must be traced back later, the collapse of the sacred alliance directly led the Bugatians to ignore the world. The silver elves receded into the valley, the mortal era came, and today, many years later, the rules of war have really changed.

What is a wizard?

Many people think that wizards are the power to change the situation on the battlefield. Their strange spells can bring unexpected variables to the whole war. They can make the hard soil muddy, they can make the dry battlefield suddenly rain, and they can ignite in the forest. Great fire. City walls and fortresses can be built instantly, and countless help and protection can be provided to friendly armies. But they all ignored a bit. The other side of the wizard.

Destructive power.

"The wizard represents firepower," Brando told Caglios, and he stood proud in the rain. "This is a force that can dominate the battlefield."

This statement does not seem to be different from the former one. Although Caglis did not understand what ‘firepower’ meant, he also heard what Brando wanted to say. He was slightly disapproved, but still replied sternly: "Sorcerer's mana is limited. Lord Lord, and their enemies are alive. Didn't Lord Veronica also say, use the wizard's precious spell to kill the scattered The enemy is a waste. "

This is indeed a problem. After all, this is not the era when the great demon tide began, but that is what happened later. Today, the magician group under his own hands is enough to deal with these bones and skeletons. Brando thought back to the Battle of the Oblique Forest, thinking back to the miracle that the wizard had made in that war, and he smiled coldly, and this miracle was about to fall on Madara's bones.

Tonigel's apprentice wizards have practiced thousands of times today's battle, but they don't even understand what it will bring. It will only shake everyone deeply when it shines.

Both sides have entered a final distance of 150 yards.

The Eruin began to sound the horn, and the White Lion Guard began to accelerate, but it was still orderly. The non-commissioned officers on horseback also dismounted, joined their queue, held up their swords, and commanded their subordinates with a password. Began to charge. At this moment, Brando's eyes flashed, he scanned Madara's long array, and the bones and shelves really spread out. It was indeed the emperor's electoral group from the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon.

When the two sides approached within a hundred yards, the corpse witches of Sir Veskag began to bless the spider swordsman. They were very calm, or their commander was very calm- —Because there is no such thing as an undead soul, it doesn't exist.

"It's faster than expected," Sir Veskag told himself. "This army is weird."

The White Lion Guard's weird male lion shoulder armor has long been reflected in their vision. Under the blessing of the spell, the average speed of the Tonigel infantry, which is not at the peak of the Black Iron, is close to the starting speed of the light cavalry. Viskar suddenly grinds his teeth, realizing that the army in front of him may not be a defensive infantry at all, but, like his spider swordsman, a downright infantry for attack.

"What do they look like?" He asked back.

"It's a bit like the legendary White Lion Legion," a black knight replied in a snoring voice.

"No, no." Sir Veskagg shook his head. "No."

It's a pity that it doesn't have a skeleton shooter, otherwise it can be tested. But it doesn't matter. This comes from the Imperial Election Corps of the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon. The army personally selected by His Majesty the Emperor is equipped with the most elite undead soldiers and commanders in Madara. No matter who they are in front of them, they will only end up One is crushed. She compared the gesture, let the black knights set up a banner, pass the information to the corpses in the army, and make the whole formation more open. The open terrain on the river beach is in their favor because their own forces are more powerful.

And at this time, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the rain curtain ahead.

coming.

Thought Mr. Siskag.

When Earl Jacques saw hundreds of golden lines across the rain curtain on the top of the mountain, those hot flames were like molten steel streams, staggered with each other, then disappeared and flashed again, bunch after bunch, beautiful like a winter piano Fireworks on the festival. Everyone was so surprised that they were almost speechless. "Sorcerer!" I shouted, "Tonygers have so many magicians!" Lord Earl looked back at the others, and Viello's nobles looked at each other.

How can they use magicians in this way? Is that Earl Toniger a starter! ?

Everyone thinks so.

The fireball fell on the river beach like raindrops, causing an effect beyond everyone's imagination. The soft soil on the river beach seemed to be filled with life, came alive, and turned up and down, forming like a doomsday. Scenes. Even the White Lion Guard's own non-commissioned officer was almost stunned by the scene in front of him. The horrible explosion plowed the front line of Sir Veskag all over, and the skeleton swordsmen there were originally scattered. Even more scattered, after a round of firepower, a sieve-like position appeared in front of the White Lion Guard.

At this moment, Freya's heart seemed to flash a lightning and realized something.

Sir Weiskarg was also aware of the problem.

This round of magical strikes did not destroy his army. In fact, the damage caused was very limited. Although there were casualties, the casualties were negligible compared with the consumption of the wizard ’s mana. But the problem is that after the spell, there is still a White Lion Legion in front. It originally thought that it was just an infantry, and it was impossible to enter the position so quickly, but the opponent was faster than expected. That was not an infantry at all.

That's the **** cavalry!

That is the real white lion infantry in history!

"Come on!" Sir Veskag suddenly screamed. "Let the back row top, don't let them cut into the front line so quickly! Don't let them run!"

But it was at this time that the second round of magical strikes came on schedule.

Brando's gaze fell on Shire, who groaned for a moment and gave the attack order. In everyone's stunned eyes, the wizard's spell extended forward, landing on the position between the first and second lines of the Spider-Swordsman. And there, it was almost nothing more than a clearing. The Vieros behind Count Jacques were almost frightened. "Why are the Tonigels attacking the open space? Are they crazy? The wizards don't want money?"

Count Linz suddenly shut his mouth, because he saw countless fear spirits suddenly flew from the line of blood sticks, and headed straight to the west of the river bank. The monsters almost covered the sky and came out.

"The blood stick is aware of the problem," Count Jacques looked at the scene, and replied dryly: "The two regiments south of it are finished."

"what?"

A loud whistle had sounded above the riverbank at this moment.

The effect of magic is far from over, but Freya has raised her sword and simply reached her first password in this war: "Charge!"

…… (To be continued ...