The Amber Sword

The wind shooter is a fourth-tier arm, and the fear spirit is also a fourth-tier arm, but the dexterity and mobility that the fear spirit is proud of are inherently restrained in the face of the accurate wind shooter. The arrows brought by their horrible body shape Injury prevention is not worth mentioning in front of the enchanted arrows, all that remains is poor defense and vitality. These undead creatures agitated their tattered wings and flew over the battlefield. The screams of screams swept over the head of the charging White Lion Guard. When Cargalis raised his head, he saw only more of these monsters. Many individuals with arrows like hedgehogs fell like rain and fell heavily on the river beach. After the first wave of arrows rained, the number of monsters flying in the air had been reduced by one-sixth.

The Blood Staff has not ordered the retreat of the fear spirit, and the remaining fear spirit rolled and lowered in midair, and began to dive into the Eruin magician group. "They really wanted to replace our wizards with this idea. Lord Lord really knew them well." Matissa pursed her lips through the space between the trees and looked at the flying monsters with admiration in her eyes. Meaning, the raindrops hit her soft cheeks, converged along the curve of the cheeks to the pointed chin and then dripped; in the grove of trees near her, about six hundred elves or human archers also held their breaths and hid. Hundreds of eyes were staring at the scene under the wide cloak, but invariably their hands did not stop, and they pulled out a second arrow from the quiver behind them uniformly.

"The third arrow." Meditis opened her bow and aimed at a certain airspace.

Immediately, white flames rose in the forest, starry, like stars in the dark.

Matissa nodded with satisfaction: "Wait till four hundred feet and listen to my password."

She squinted to measure the distance, the fear spirit had almost reached the top of the wizard group, and some young wizard apprentices were scared and screamed. If not every square array had a team leader to maintain order, they would almost flee. . It was at this time that the silver elf princess opened her mouth slightly: "take me as a guide. Shoot." She breathed the cool air and water vapor between the forests. Her archery was not the best, but after all Born as the commander of the Linge Army, among these tree spirits, she is considered to be first-rate. At the same time when she gave the order, she released the bowstring at her fingertips, and the feather and arrow came out of the water, like a silver thread. Get into the formation of the monsters in the sky, in the middle of one of the feared skull.

That phobia screamed screaming, and a flame was ignited instantly at the place where it was shot through the head. It fluttered in mid-air, but after a moment, the entire body became a fire group advancing in the air. The fire group struggled to fall to the ground. But before it landed, it was burned.

Then it was stormy, and with the sound of puffy bowstrings, white flames rose from the forest, and shot densely at the diving fear; for the Madara side, the scene in front of him was simply In a disaster, nearly a hundred feared spirits seemed to hit a sacred storm head-on, and they shot arrows one after another in the storm, and then burned. Wrapped in holy flames, falling down in sorrow, before it landed, it has already scattered into the sky, and the smoke has died; the spirit of fear has kept the formation and passed by the sky, but after the storm, it fell in pieces and left. Less than a quarter of the original.

At the side of the blood stick, those high-level corpses who called the fear spirits were almost suffocated. Looking at the high-level undead that had been hard to summon, most of them disappeared in a blink of an eye. For a moment, it was hardly clear what was going on. But the blood stick understood it. Its skull palm clucked his staff, and the fire of soul in its eyes beat like never before. It understood that he was being fooled by those **** Eruins.

"They did prepare arrows that were baptized with holy water." Earl Jacques looked at the scene from a distance, and could not help but sigh. Others are too well prepared, and in comparison they are like amateurs-of course, in Brando's eyes, they are indeed only amateurs. But what really surprised him was that the first wave of arrow rain used by the Tonnigers was obviously another enchantment. If they had enchanted with the holy attribute at the beginning, the blood stick might have let the fear retreat. The Tonigers obviously thought of this, and at the beginning set a sleeve for Madara's bones.

"If the first wave of arrow rain didn't use enchanted arrows, there would be too many fear spirits now, which means that they had guessed in the morning that the blood stick would use fear spirits, how would they use them, Toniger "Even those fears have been arranged," Count Jacques couldn't help but wonder: "How did that Count guess that?"

But if he tells Brando these questions, Brando will tell him to think too much. To him, the blood stick is like a large book spread out, and the contents are clearly written on it, which is like cheating. The blood stick in history is cautious but courageous, and good at catching short-lived The lost opportunity, but in the face of the Eruin, but very arrogant, with its character, will certainly seize his own judgment errors. But if he didn't show enough 'sincerity' in the first ambush, he would surely arouse the caution of the cautious guy, so he used the wind shooter and another enchantment, but did not use the killing of the undead. The biggest sacred attribute is enchanted in order to make the blood stick produce 'Originally this is the Aruin ambush, but that's it. ’Mentality, so you can use your fear with confidence.

As for what is said to be calculated to cause a lot of blows to the fear of spirits, this is purely nonsense. The battlefield is changing rapidly and the human heart is even harder to detect. No one dares to say that it is assured. He sets up this trap according to the character of the blood stick It was originally a mentality to earn as much fear as it could kill, but at the moment it seems that the results are unexpected. No, it can't be said that it can't be better. There are more than a dozen phobias left in the sky, and they will not make any effect if they dive. After all, the wizards below are not without the ability to fight back, so they control their height. The corpse witch quickly summoned these remaining seeds back, otherwise the undead would not even have aerial reconnaissance in the next battle.

If there is fighting next.

The Sagittarius girls in the forest looked at the results of their own disbelief, almost cheering and jumping for joy, and Matissa sighed with a long breath as she stared back at the flying spirit. She put down her long bow in the rain curtain , I think the first battle of the wind shooter finally gave a perfect answer. "Although Lord Lord's wind shooter is far from our time, it is also unique." She thought silently in the mind that the Linge Army in history is a legion that can be used both near and far. Horned beast, holding a silver spear. Immediately launch a glorious charge, take the longbow from a long range, and immediately become a first-rate shooter, and are all proficient in riding and shooting. Of course, this shooter unit led by himself is not yet able to keep up with his subordinates in history, but it is also a first-class standard of this era and must also be a first-class standard.

Although she didn't talk much on weekdays, as if she had no fight with the world, she still had the pride of the silver people in her heart. This is her army, so it can only be the best. It was called Lin Ge in history, and it should be inherited now. The ancient ballad echoed in the forest for thousands of years is circulated in the forest, and the legend of the heroes of the elves is woven like arrows to resist the enemy. This is the song of the forest.

She glanced at Brando, who was standing in the rain at the border of the forest, with admiration.

Brando equips the wind shooter with three types of enchanted arrows: the first arrow enchants the wings of the wind to increase the distance of the arrow; the second arrow enchants the rock front to deal with the heavy cavalry within the projection distance; and the third The arrow is a holy attribute enchanted arrow specially prepared for the war against Madara. Under normal circumstances, each wind shooter will carry twenty-four ordinary arrows, and the remaining three enchanted arrows will each have two types, a total of thirty. But the main enemy of this battle was the undead. Therefore, the number of arrows one and two was reduced, and four arrows three were carried instead.

It is these six enchanted arrows that cost a total of 420 Torr. Six hundred wind shooters fired for six rounds. One year of maintenance costs for an ordinary infantry regiment were shot.

Such extravagant equipment, in the eyes of any aristocrat in Eruin, is definitely an act of defeat. They would rather lose a little money in a battle to redeem freedom of life, which is probably more cost-effective than this extravagant war. This is a battle there. It is simply burning money in the game.

But this expensive expense has brought its due meaning today. Those Viero who trembled in the grove of woods must have understood this at heart at this moment.

"But why does Lord Lord see this day coming?"

The little princess' eyes were full of confusion and curiosity. She had studied the history of human beings when the fir collar was free. Such an era has not come for ten centuries. The battle of the saint is like a distant memory. What did the Lord see that made him go further and further down this road? Or, as Yuta said, the Lord Lord was only too impressed by these undead in Butch, so today everything of.

She shook her head again. There was a faint feeling in her heart that Lord Lord had been preparing for something, but it was not only because of everything that happened to Butch, otherwise his behavior at Ampelsel would not be justified.

Meditha turned her head and put her index finger and thumb in her mouth, blowing a long whistle at her subordinates and her sisters. "The rest is over," she ordered, with a low voice, but spread throughout the forest: "We have a good start, but then, it is the moment when we bloom, tell our enemies what Lin is song!"

"Sharp arrows are like weaving!" The girls replied in unison.

Medic nodded.

Brando stood on the high ground on the riverbank to watch the situation in the whole hilly area change. The White Lion Guard had completely torn the positions of the two Undead Swordsmen of Veskag and Murgkin under the uninterrupted cover of the wizards. The light of the fireball plowed from the entire river beach, the skeleton swordsmen had just been blown up and wanted to get up, the sharp ice edge fell overwhelmingly, and then the young white lion came from these lingering enemies After running over, Freya and Fern cooperated to kill Veskag, and the banner with black roses and spiders on the battlefield shook head-on, then fell down.

Brando pursed his lips and looked coldly at the scene where Veskagg was chopped off with one leg still struggling to maintain balance and fight against Freya on the war horse. He was also secretly surprised. If there was a human Fighting under such conditions is probably already crazy, but fights with the last conviction. But Veskag still remained quite calm. This is the undead. There is no fear, fanaticism or impulsive emotion in the empty chest. They are still a terrible poisonous snake at the last moment before death. Poison teeth may be used at any time. Bit a hole in you.

Fortunately, they are too weak.

Veskag fell, following Murgkin's footsteps. The former died too much, and under the natural addition of the mountains, Hipamila exerted a terrible power that he could not even imagine. After the first battle of the Dead Frost Forest, Hipamila has become a priest with manifested elements. Now he has the same level of warrior level and combat experience, which is basically equivalent to the dual elite class in the game. Lando has only heard of it on a few important plots, such as the land sage Ellanda in the north. And now there is a ready-made legend in front of him.

What's more terrifying is that Brando has now finally figured out the sentence in the mountain's preferred skill description: 'He can incorporate the blessing spell from the earth into his fighting style. The more blessings she gets, this scepter The higher the attack power and attribute bonus. What do you mean? It turns out that when the scepter attacks, it has a chance to add buff spells to the holder, and these spells in turn will strengthen the nature of the mountain, which is an example of the stronger and stronger. In addition, Gaia's buff spells are very different from the Temple of Fire. Most of the spells of the Temple of Fire are targeted at the self. Therefore, the Temple of Fire has the strongest combat priest and Yan family in the world. Knight, but Gaia's Earth Temple buff spell is the opposite, it has the strongest range buff spell in the world.

Brando now sees the white lion infantry around Hipamila, almost all of them are about to catch up with the wavelet ss. The time for the White Lion Guard to be in the army is short, and the sergeant in the army is not silver, but Many soldiers stay at the peak of the Black Iron even after taking Dragon Blood Elixir. But at this moment, under the aura of Hipmela's blessing, one by one, they have faintly approached the peak of silver.

Brando himself thought it was a bit outrageous.

Therefore, Hipamil's left wing progressed very fast, almost from the front of the two Undead Swordsmen's front. According to the original plan, they did not stop to encircle Veskagg and Mogg with their allies. The remaining power of gold, but continued to assault in the direction of the blood stick, the distance between the two sides is not far, and the speed of the white lion infantry is astonishingly fast, the blood stick is now using the several previously used to siege the Viero The regiment was transferred back. The backcourt is extremely weak. Once it is breached, the corpse witch square in the center of this array will be destroyed.

Brando looked away. On the other side of the river bank, the undead really was bringing back the skeleton cavalry, but the Lantoniland and Highland Cavalry they had entangled with each other now entangled them. The Blood Staff is not expected to be a Skeleton Cavalry, but Brando should not expect the Lantonilanders to help him attack the Blood Staff's flanks.

Now that the battle has hit, in fact, both sides of the battlefield have captured the most vulnerable part of the opponent. On the side of the Eruin, the Viero are still besieged in the grove of trees. Although the morale is still maintained, they are facing the front. The skeleton warriors of the remaining regiment still dare not act lightly. Their biggest problem was that the preparation of the only second-order elite crossbowman that remained intact was almost useless in this war; the Lantonilan had to help Bran The skeleton cavalry who is entangled in the Blood Staff is equal to nothing; on the front battlefield, there is almost only a game between Brando and the Blood Staff. Now the only advantage for Brando is that the Blood Staff is facing away from himself. The two elite groups covering its flank have been breached. As long as Tonigel's army can give the opponent a fatal blow before the blood stick is fully adjusted, then they can win in one battle.

On the blood stick side, although the enemy was on the back, the victory was at the moment, but they had an advantage. Behind them were only the White Lion infantry of the five teams of Brando and two groups of wind shooters, plus a magic group. The wind shooter is basically impossible to use for a frontal impact, and the White Lion Guards of the five brigades are unlikely to stop and stabilize the position after breaking through the position of Veskag, but to kill directly; of course, Even if there are one or two brigade killed, it is unlikely to make a difference in the face of Madara's superior strength.

At this moment, the two sides at war were almost unable to release their hands to tidy up their wings. The Tonigers desperately wanted to break through the defenses of the undead and destroy the blood witch corpse square. To readjust the formation to deal with this sudden army, both sides are racing in time, or as long as either side has a reserve team, then the unprotected flanks of the two sides can smash the enemy in a hurry.

The problem is that it seems that both sides have no reserve team.

The battle has completely fallen into a tangled deadlock.

But such a deadlock is something that the blood stick is happy to see, "I don't know if I live or die!" It made a sharp laugh, and it needed time instead of defeating the enemy as soon as possible. Although it is a shame to let these vulnerable opponents restrain their hands and feet, it is better than failure. Besides, these human beings are obviously the last military power of the kingdom in the south. Once they are destroyed, then let ’s not say Viero and Karasu To the south of Ampelsel, Madara is not without chance.

They also have another ally, letting Denell rule this vast area, as a buffer zone between Madara and North Eruin, obviously the Supreme One would like to see.

Blood Staff finally breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to have seen victory beckoning to himself.

Above the hills and in the woods, the count of Jacques was equally gloomy, and the Tonigels were making mistakes. But perhaps it should not be called an error, because it was unavoidable that Count Zling had previously asked if he would sound the trumpet to warn the Count Tonigel, but he refused because he understood that it was meaningless. What Earl Toniger made was actually the right choice, but this choice still looks wrong now, and there is no so-called opportunity on the battlefield.

The strength is still too low.

He regretted that if he had not buried the Viero's army before, then it must be another situation. The Count grasped his hilt subconsciously, his knuckles turned white and nervous. When he first entered the battlefield, he didn't seem to hold his breath like he was holding his breath.

But everyone on the battlefield probably didn't think of Brando's mood at the moment. In fact, he was somewhat comfortable and stood in the drizzle very easily, because he saw that the blood wand was just as imagined. Make a mistake--

This error is fatal.

Because he really thought that Tonigel had no reserve power to hit its flank.

He looked back, and in the forest, Meditha nodded to him from a distance, and then the little silver elf princess unwound the horn from the waist-that was the horn horn and the dark horn of the Frankenstein. The body, with a silver rose pattern on it, depicts the scenes of past wars. It tells a legend in which the sky-blue flag on the plains of Malard fluttered like a sea, describing the people of the French. The spear cold flashes, describing the long sound of the horn and the courage of the ancient spirits.

Depicts the King of Silver, leading his knight to charge the Miner.

The little silver elf princess put the horn to her mouth, and she blew it hard.

The horn sounded long, ringing through the mountains.

In the eyes of everyone, thousands of silver Tianma rolled from the edge of the sky as if it were falling snow. At that moment, the earth roared, as if the resonance of mountains.

The staff in the blood stick fell to the ground with a click.

…… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)