The Amber Sword - 598. Chapter 598 Act Three Hundred and Thirtieth The Battle of Saint White XIV

The sunlight is like a bright sword, piercing the mist. On the high ground, the flowers are padded, and the river rushes as brilliant as silver, but rows of spears burst out of the forest between the forests. The highland infantry, wearing armor and armor, advances side by side, and countless swallow-tail flags and spear flags are reflected in the field of vision. Each is painted with the coat of arms of the leading knight, from the lion to the pelican, to the thorns to the wreath.

The Finn column, the Constantine column, the Bree column, the northern coalition forces are gathering, and the spears win the forest above the blossoming Kawano, and the snow-like spear tip undulates slightly with the breath of the noble infantry, and weaves a few miles away. A shiny ribbon.

Looking far away from the Unkel Mountain, the south seems to have become a dark ocean, with flags floating above the ocean, and the reflection of weapons flashes from time to time. Brando tightened his lips. This is the real battle. Only at this moment can he have the illusion of returning to the past.

Everyone clenched the long sword in their hands, unaware that the tiger’s mouth was white; the private soldiers of the nobles even forgot to breathe and looked at this boundless army with their mouths wide open.

After the army, several tails are still coming in continuously. Tens of thousands, this word only reflects its unprecedented pressure at this moment, and tens of thousands of people breathe together as if the wind will be stagnant.

The gentle breeze on Marr’s Heights is subduing.

The air became sultry and heavy, which was a sign before the storm. On the dazzling green meadow, a knight is speeding away from the main formation of the northern coalition forces like dark clouds.

“Look at that, that’s the genius knight of the Hong Kong Convention (1). Lord Earl deliberately referred to him as the column leader. I heard that he was replacing his father’s position.”

“Twenty-year-old column leader?”

“Because he is a genius. I heard that Lord Viscount fought a few beautiful battles in the Donitoquinine Lions, and achieved miraculous victories. All the veterans who fought with him called him’Wanagar’, do you know? ‘Wanagar’ is a hero in the legend of the mountain people.”

“veteran?”

“It’s the veterans who participated in the November War. He can command them. Only he can command them. I heard that Lord Earl intends to train him into the next generation of army commanders.”

“That would be too ridiculous.”

“It’s possible. It is rumored that Lord Viscount is a closed disciple of Earth Sword Saint Darus. Think about it before Master Sword Saint became famous, didn’t people call him’Wanagar’?”

“I don’t think it’s possible, but I heard that Lord Darus has descendants? Who doesn’t know where he went afterwards. It’s not like that Lord Lord is the descendant of that adult. Lord Darus is still a descendant after all. I don’t want to see Eruin split…”

The soldiers talked a lot, and in the end they couldn’t help but stand in awe. In the era of the restoration of the kingdom, the sword sage Darus left a legendary reputation in Eruin, and his last mysterious retreat was a highlight for this legend. The common people all believe that the sword saint of the earth is the patron saint of the kingdom, and one day when the kingdom is in danger, he will come out again with his sword.

In “Amber Sword”, such a statement is widely circulated even among some players. The Eruin players even re-improved the military swordsmanship left by Darus for this, but no one, including Brando, would have thought that the patron saint of the kingdom would not escape the judgment of time in the end.

And the last hope was also submerged in the ashes of Bouche.

Brando stroked the long sword, feeling a sense of sorrow.

Viscount von Dougning raised his head high and energetic. If you look closely, you will find that this rider wrapped in silver armor is the young man standing next to Vitogin a few days ago, and it is the knight captain who clashed with Brando before the auction. He is a genius knight of the Najotes, and even the veterans of the November War highly respect him, thinking that he may be the next earth swordsman.

Viscount von Dougning also agreed.

With a spear in his hand, he drove a heavy earth-traveling dragon slowly around the main position of the Northern Allied Forces. The cloak behind him was like a golden flame. The soldiers of the Northern Allied Forces cheered and shouted like a landslide and tsunami. NS:

“Wagner! Wagner!”

“Wagner! Wagner!”

There was a bead of sweat on the young man’s forehead, and he came to Earl Vitogin with his head still high. Lord Earl nodded with satisfaction. The White Lions have come forth in large numbers, but the Black Blades are not a successor. Especially the November War veteran is praised by no one. This young man is in the north with the Torquinian Lions. The battle was perfect, just like the young Sword Saint Darus back then.

Although Earl Vitogin dismissed the rumors circulating in the mouths of the lower class soldiers, if one day von Dougning became another earth swordsman, the Black Blade Legion might not have surpassed the White Lion Legion. He took the spear from the young man—the commander took the lead with the spear. This is an important belief of the Black Blade Legion, but now only this ritual is left—Earl Vitogin asked indifferently: “Look at the princess. Is your position now?”

“I see, Lord Earl!”

“how?”

“It’s so arrogant.”

Under the shadow of the foot of the Unk Mountain, there are three huge square formations silent. Thousands of noble private soldiers lined up long lines on the north bank of the stream. The huge shield reflects the sunlight-these odd-shaped tower shields are not like any of the human arms, but somewhat like the silver elves’ field troops in the past-the Throat of Ansi.

A heavy silver barrier lay in front of the northern coalition forces.

“It’s the genius of the Nayo people.” Brando put on a full set of knight armor for the first time, sitting on the back of his horse in the center of the phalanx, and when he heard the words of Count Odin next to him, he also raised his head. Looking at the proud knight in front of the northern coalition in the distance.

“The Black Blade Legion fought against the Toquinine Goldenmane Lions in the north. Viscount Von Dougning used not less than a quarter of his forces to deal with the enemy, inserting into the enemy’s rear, and burning the Toquinine Goldenmane Lions’ granary. . Forcing the Temple of the Earth to retreat for the time being, Macaro once said that this person must be the future star of Eruin, Mr. Brando, you need to be careful about this person.” Princess Griffin whispered behind Brando Reminded.

Brando gave a calm expression under his raised visor and chuckled lightly.

What is he to be careful about? It’s the other party who needs to be careful. In history, this person was killed for Freya, and now Eruin’s Valkyrie is on this battlefield, and this Viscount Lord is afraid of bad luck.

Sir Wolf Overwell noticed Brando’s look and couldn’t help but smile: “Why, it seems that Mr. Brando has an old relationship with this person?”

Brando nodded.

More than old, this man owes him a duel.

“Princess Griffin didn’t even let the non-commissioned officer be born to form the core of the central position.”

The old knight Raeld took the monoculars away from his eyes, and the corners of his eyes covered with crow’s feet moved slightly with his frowning brows, “Which army is that?”

“Looking at the banner is Ouding’s private army.”

“It’s so arrogant.” The Marquis of Baltar also sighed. “It seems that the successive victories of the battle has made Her Royal Highness somewhat underestimate the enemy. I am afraid that this battle will be won in one battle.”

These words are what most of the first-line aristocratic commanders are thinking in the hearts of the first-line aristocratic commanders-a battle is determined; it seems that Lord Martha still prefers the north. Although the Sifah royal family has been deprived of its glory, the Corkova family Why not so? Earl Vitogin couldn’t help closing his eyes, rejoicing in his heart that he did not stand in the wrong team.

It’s a win.

On the battlefield-

The left and right wings of the princess army stretched back to the Unk Mountain, giving way to the two hills of Macenko Mountain and Veliko Mountain in the south. Formed a huge battlefield belt backed by the central government.

The main position has become the center and protruding part of the entire battlefield. Her Royal Highness intends to use this central axis to mobilize the balance of power in the entire battlefield.

Everyone couldn’t help but sigh in their hearts: “What a great spirit, what a great handwriting.”

Unfortunately.

“But as long as the central axis is defeated, the princess army loses support,” Viscount Von Dougning pointed to the shadow of the northern Unk Mountain, and analyzed with a high spirit: “The entire battlefield will then be divided by our side, and they have to We fight for ourselves, and we lose in an instant.”

“How could Overwell make such a mistake, that is a lone wolf of the kingdom!” a noble officer asked loudly.

“Because he wants to pursue a stronger initiative, this is the character of that lone wolf, tolerantly lurking, and kills with one blow!” The Viscount replied confidently.

“Where are the non-commissioned students from Nagar and the Royal Knight Academy?”

“It must be on the left and right wings!” Viscount Von Dougning replied word by word.

Everyone knew it, and Earl Vitogin raised his head and stared at the shadow of Unk Mountain for a long time. After a while, his gaze fell on the young man on the back of the dragon: “Viscount Von Dougning, dare to be the pioneer of the new king?”

Viscount Von Dogening was full of ecstasy. He knew that this was his best chance to become famous in the first battle and to go down in history. He immediately raised his head high and said, “Naturally.”

The soldiers shuttled back and forth, and the orders of the nobles intertwined and sounded over Kawano. A flag of the Northern Allied Forces was passing back and forth, and then the army began to slowly pull out.

Everyone held their breath, Brando suddenly felt a chill on his forehead.

got windy.

“Raise a spear!”

“Go ahead, keep in line!” The first to be drawn was the Bray column from Burthas (1). The Bray infantry only wears a breastplate, holds a halberd, wears a wide-brimmed helmet, and wears loose breeches, then under the knee. The iron foot protector is tightened. The Burley infantry is strictly disciplined, with uniform blue and white uniforms joined together, looking down from the sky as if a blue and white ribbon is slowly separating from the northern coalition forces on a meadow.

Viscount von Dougning rode on the huge earthwalking dragon, and led his rangers behind the infantry. Looking around, two thin infantry lines traverse the entire valley, blue and white lined up along the line. With the undulating terrain looming and flags flying, there are hundreds of thousands.

Although knowing that this wave of attacks is only a test, it is inevitable that people will feel surging. This is the real battle, how many people can see it with their own eyes? Let alone participate in it. Besides, he understands that this battle will be his fame battle.

Since then, von Dougning is another name that shines in Eruin’s history.

He raised the spear in his hand and shouted hoarsely: “I must hold the spear first, and you will win with me! Long live Eruin! Long live the king!” With the sound of Sichuan and the wild, the Northern Allied forces responded in unison.

Cheers of a landslide and tsunami.

The roaring sound like water patterns caused ripples to the private soldiers of the nobles under Count Oeting. The private soldiers clenched the spears in their hands one by one, and the sweat was flowing down like a spring without knowing it. Count Oeting looked at his nervous subordinates and couldn’t help sighing. This plan was too bold. How could his subordinates be competent?

He looked back at Brando.

There was no trace of worry on Brando’s face, he was listening to the words of the princess on the side with a calm expression. “I have heard Qing Overwell talk about Mr. Brando’s heroic behavior in Ridenburg that day, but I don’t know what the scene was like when Mr. Brando launched the charge?” Princess Griffin looked at the northern army. , Also looks as usual.

At that time.

Brando smiled, “I didn’t think too much, but people always have to survive. The same is true for nobles, and the same for commoners. In the face of life, there is no difference.”

“Is this what Mr. Brando wanted to warn me?” Her Royal Highness asked keenly.

“No, it’s just an idea.”

Princess Griffin glanced at him.

Brando was counting silently in his heart, and he suddenly turned around and asked, “Antitina, how long will it be?”

“Less than ten meters, Lord Lord.”

The lady of the staff yawned behind him and replied softly with red eyes.

The Bray’s brightly dressed infantry battalion is slowly advancing along the river valley in a row. For them, the position of the North Shore Princess Army where the streams meet is still a gray line that can’t be seen clearly. No one would have thought they would. What was attacked at this time.

The priests of the Temple of Flames who accompanied the army began to chant prayers.

This is a fire protection spell, a large-scale blessing that gives the subject 1 point of protection and 1 point of fire retaliation. However, the increased protection of this spell conflicts with the armor, so the lighter the armor, the more complete the benefits, which complements the Bray infantry.

But it is this time.

Everyone on the entire battlefield saw a flash of light suddenly emitted from the Buley infantry queue. Several Buley infantrymen were suddenly thrown high, and their bodies fell like puppets on the grass full of flowers.

Then did the explosion sound like a muffled thunder spread throughout Kawano——

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Background notes:

(1) Najo, a port developed by a fishing village near Ash Mountain in Yanila Suhang Province. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)