The Amber Sword - 868

The knights and their attendants fleeing under the woodland. For those Vieiro soldiers who have never seen the world, it’s like the end of the day on everyone’s head, causing them to rise from the bottom of their hearts with a personal fear, as if they felt that the fear was directed at them. Those who swooped in, they were isolated and helpless, and would die without a place to bury them in the next moment. The private soldiers were frightened like sifting the chaff, where there is still the courage to resist, only to drop their weapons, screaming and fleeing, and in a blink of an eye, they completely collapsed.

The sharp claws of Fear Spirit were like hooks hanging in the air. They swept over the heads of these soldiers, swept the knight on horseback, and pulled him up from the horse. The knight let out a miserable cry, and with a crash, his intestines and spine were pulled out of his lower body, and the bloody half of his body flew into the air, and then fell down, spattering visceral fragments and smelly blood. Fear Ling let out a harsh howl again, and went out of the woods again, and flew high.

Count Jacques, the supreme commander of Vieiro’s army, looked at this scene with a pale face. Thirty or forty fearsome spirits spread out their wings several meters wide and drove the defeated soldiers from the knights into the forest from mid-air. Many knights rushed into the forest. They weren’t killed by these undead souls at all, but they were smashed into the trees and killed alive; or they died of trampling on each other, especially those panicked servants, as long as they were squeezed to the ground, they would probably end up in the end. A dead end. The scene of one or two thousand people being driven into the dense jungle like chasing ducks is really sad and funny. If they have the courage to stop and turn back to the fight, they might be able to retreat all over, but they are already scared. If I had the courage, I would rather scare myself to death than stay and fight those nightmares.

The noble commanders of the Vieiro army and the more noble knights watched this absurd scene, but no one could laugh. Count Jacques turned his head and gave a whisper. Many priests wearing red robes and peaked hats came out of the woods. They held the holy relic in one hand and the scriptures of the Temple of Flame in the other, along the linden forest. As the knights walked, they chanted something in a low voice. Not long after, visible white gleams rose from the holy scriptures in their hands, forming a halo, which gradually enveloped the entire army. Count Jacques felt as if he had been infused with a warming power, that power did not bring him practical benefits, but surprisingly possessed a soothing power that made him temporarily calm down.

This is a blessing of courage. The noble private army tumbling in the woods also appeared a little quieter in the chanting of the priest of the Flame Temple.

“It’s a halo of fear. Those screaming monsters must be relatively high-level undead.” Jacques said to the others around him, holding the hilt of the sword. Compared with the paler colleagues around him, Count Jacques had at least experienced the Black Rose War and was one of the few Vieiro generals who had dealt with Madara. In this matter, Grand Duke Vieiro introduced him as a close friend. The last time his Royal Highness brought Brando’s letter to ask her grandfather, Duke Vieiro asked him to answer. However, he dismissed Brando’s speculation at the time. Among his deep-rooted insights, the dark things in the east were nothing more than flies. Put too much precaution in the Buchi area.

For example, in Karasu, the Highland Knights didn’t let Madara take advantage of it.

But at this moment, Earl Jacques’s heart began to shake a little. The Madara army in front of him was obviously different from the one he had seen in Vieiro last year. When he led the army in Vieiro to fight the undead army, although he was scared enough, I remember that when the rickety ribs first attacked from the woods, the farmers and soldiers recruited from the countryside around him were almost the first. Time completely collapsed. Fortunately, his knights’ cronies stabilized their positions. After a rush, they found that Madara’s bones were nothing more than this. The only thing that threatened them was the corpses, but their fighting power was roughly inadequate. It’s on par with the lord’s knights.

Of course, this Lord Earl didn’t know that it was Frostclaw’s army that invaded Vieiro. Frostclaw himself was a ghoul, but Madara’s lowest-level dark aristocrat. It’s probably the same as those of his subordinate knights. Sneaking to Vieiro was just to avoid the terrible Highland Knights to take advantage of it, and the thoughts he cherished could be described as the same as our Master Plancher, but he did not expect to hit Jacques’ muzzle. The two fought head-on, fighting half a catty. Jacques almost lost all the infantry soldiers, but Frostclaw was a bit more miserable and lost a lot of corpses. From then on, he was sluggish and was swallowed by other lords not long after.

He didn’t even know that it was the elite of Madara in the Black Rose War that invaded Buche. Instarron and Targus were both confidants of Madara’s supreme being, and the Cyclops Targus was even more important. From a famous family, the vampire family has been the most trusted force of the Emperor of Madara until after the Battle of the Xianlin. The current army under the blood stick is not as luxurious as the combination of Instarungatagus at the commander level, but after its army has joined the dark mercenaries from the Sea of Dead Moon, The overall strength is actually stronger than the army in the hands of Instaron in the Black Rose War.

This kind of strong contrast is now clearly magnified ten million times in the eyes of Earl Jacques, making him feel as if he has fallen from the clouds to hell. Although he is still a seasoned soldier, on the surface he is calmly talking about “high-level creatures of the undead,” but in fact he knows in his heart that he is just listening to these things.

The colleagues of Count Jacques were clearly aware of his tricks and received little comfort. They saw dozens of the same terrifying creatures flying behind those fearful spirits that drove the knights. They passed over the gentle hillsides, the linden woods on the hillsides, and passed several low hills, and went straight. Coming from this direction, although there is still a considerable distance, but still panicked with fright. The top of the mountain they are on faces the Cherny Valley, on the opposite side of the valley on the left. At this moment, they are about a few miles away from the fleeing rebel knights. On the right side, in a dense coniferous forest, there are elites ambushing. The heavy infantry in the center protects the crossbowman’s position. It was originally a very beautiful blocking position. Relying on the left-wing cavalry, it can effectively pull Madara’s undead army into this twenty-mile open river valley. Among them, buy time for the Tonigel and Lantonilans.

But the problem now is that they have lost the power involved. After the heavy infantry and crossbowmen have lost the cover of the cavalry, they are now artificially knifed as fish, not to mention Madara has air power. At this time, a famous swordsman around Grand Duke Vieiro had already distinguished that those fearful spirits had at least a silver median strength, that is, at least a fourth-level creature, and everyone changed their complexions. Level creatures, these things alone can kill all of their noble infantry with less than four thousand men here.

The Counts of Zlin and Bomos immediately insisted that they should retreat. Their reason is to preserve the strength of the coalition forces. If they are wiped out before the Lantonilans, then the scene in the Silman Valley will be repeated that day, but if they can at least withdraw these four thousand people, or at least Withdrawing six brigades from these twelve brigades, then there is hope for the future battle. The noble knights immediately echoed this statement, but Earl Jacques himself was sneering. He knew the thoughts of these people very well, and it was so high-sounding that they were nothing but greed for life and fear of death. They originally thought this was a sure-fire battle, so they rushed to join the battle, but once they encountered a little danger, they immediately wanted to stay out of the matter.

Of course, Count Jacques himself understood that he himself was not a noble person, and these people’s ideas were also forgiven. “But the question is, are these guys idiots?” He couldn’t help but secretly anger. “Do you think that the initiative is in our hands now? If you want to withdraw, then withdraw?”

Thinking of this, the Lord Earl couldn’t help but feel cold; at least compared with his colleagues, he is still a noble lord who knows soldiers. Count Jacques plunged his sword into the ground, and suddenly replied coldly: “My lord Duke has the full authority to appoint me to command this coalition army. I must do my duty faithfully. You are the lord’s retainers. Is there any reason to retreat without fighting? ”

Count Zlin was a good friend of Jacques, but he couldn’t help being taken aback by his attitude. I thought to myself that this friend was scared crazy? He had seen the madmen of the royal party, but his friends were definitely not such people. He couldn’t help but glanced at each other weirdly, thinking about what medicine this guy was selling. Most other nobles have the same idea, but their gaze at Count Jacques becomes more or less uncomfortable, like an unspoken rule. In the current aristocratic circle, you can be upright, but if you If you want to prejudice the interests of other people or even their lives, then you are destined to be an existence that cannot be tolerated by the rules.

Today’s Eluin nobles, as Brando said, has long lost the glory of the ancient times. The nobles of the first king Ake set an example and used their swords to plow a kingdom in this wild land, but their descendants , Had long lost that kind of courage, and became a waste of conspiracy and desire for power.

But at this moment, Jacques more or less had such an idea in his heart. He couldn’t understand how these guys who talked with him happily could be so stupid. He glanced at these guys coldly, and had to explain the words clearly: “What are you going to take to retreat? Have you ever been able to run through the skeleton knight? Or those monsters that can run through the sky? A bunch of idiots, now we are the only one. The chance of survival is to stay here and wait until the Lantonian people come to save us. Of course, you can try to turn around and run away and gamble on the less than one percent chance of survival, but do you have the guts?”

After Earl Jacques said these words, he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. He didn’t know what was going on. Although he clearly felt that defeat was imminent, he was inexplicably cheerful in his heart. He suddenly discovered that he was at least the one who stood out compared to this group of idiots.

Everyone was shocked.

These noble lords, although most of them bear the titles of Vieiro’s vassals and knights, in fact most of them are sheltered by their fathers. They are all respectable figures in the aristocratic circle, but it is a pity, war? That kind of thing is a bit too far away for the province of Vieiro in the country. In their eyes, the most recent war is about the dispute between the Grand Duke Vieiro and Jean de Nell. It seems to Brando. Even the border conflict is not a small fight. The scale is comparable to a villager’s fight, and these nobles have also forced these nobles to break out a few so-called’famous generals’. For a while, Count Jacques himself was one of them, but now he only blushed.

After a while, most of these nobles confirmed the words of Earl Jacques from their friends or subordinates, and all of them suddenly looked like frosted eggplants. There are a few foolish people who even asked if they could surrender to Madara. Of course, everyone knows that surrender is all right, as long as you become dead. But this result is obviously unacceptable to them. In fact, this is also a disadvantage of Madara when facing the human kingdom. Generally speaking, in the confrontation between the human kingdom and the human kingdom, or even any other civilized kingdom, surrender and redeem. Aristocrats are very common. Aristocrats are captured and treated with dignity. Then they wait for the family to pay the price to redeem them, and then return to the country with dignity. On the contrary, they can be treated like heroes. This is a comparison of aristocratic wars. Common common sense.

But Madara is a country that does not accept living beings. Defeated by Madara is basically the same as being killed. Therefore, in the battle with Madara, even the most timid army will not choose to surrender, and will often fight to die. And now, the choice left to Earl Jacques is the same. If you don’t stay to fight, you can only be killed. There is no second way.

“What if the Lantonilan people don’t come? They know that we have been defeated. I think they are unlikely to come and die.” Someone among the nobles couldn’t help but ask.

“Dare they come!” Count Bomosh replied angrily. But after saying this, he opened his mouth, and suddenly there was no more text. The people present seemed to suddenly remember that it was they who changed the battle plan without authorization, otherwise they would not fall into such a situation. Now Lantonilan people not only have every reason not to come, but they can even scold them for their stupidity behind their backs. Of course, in the eyes of these nobles, this is definitely not because they made a mistake, but because Lantonilan people are so narrow-minded.

There was a moment of silence in the woods.

Count Jacques was worried about the morale impact, so he replied: “Don’t worry, that Count Tonigel will probably not come. As far as I know, he is such a careful figure. But Lantonilan’s commander, Ike, I He is very clear about the character of that guy. He is an idealistic knight. If he can come, he will definitely come back to save us. Of course, the premise is that you have to be strong enough to persist until that time, otherwise don’t blame others for coming for you. The corpse is collected.”

With the explanation of Count Jacques, and the fact that Eco was famous after the Battle of Amperexel, these Vieiro nobles finally breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, someone had already complimented Eco’s character in private, as if the knight could hear his praise ten miles away and hurry to rescue them.

With potential hope, Earl Jacques finally boosted the morale of this army a little. At this moment, they are no longer fighting for victory, but simply for survival.

Vieiro’s army began to re-arrange defensive positions in the linden woods, and their movements were quickly transmitted to the ears of the blood rod through the fear of spirits.

The dark lords of Madara have completely calmed down at this time, at least they think they have figured out the details of the previously unknown enemies-nothing more than Lantonilans or Vieros. It must not be the Highlander anyway, as for Earl Tonigel? Excuse me, what is that? These dark nobles from the Sea of Dead Moon had never heard of it. The obvious good news for them is that it seems that Lantonilan and Vieiro’s armies don’t understand Madara at all. They are completely different from the previous Golan-Elson’s armies and are more similar to a year ago. The Eruin army, this kind of army, whether in the eyes of the blood rod, or in the eyes of these unruly dark mercenaries.

That’s just a pile of rubbish, not even as good as rubbish.

“It seems that they still have a support army.” The black-haired young man tapped on the map and replied to the blood stick: “This support army should be around us, although I don’t know how these Eruins disjointed themselves. But they are not a big threat to us. Even if this pocket is closed, their combat power alone is not worth it. What’s more, these idiots have messed up. Now we only need to eat these idiots safely. ”

He chuckled, “They are here to send us troops.”

The blood rod was also sneering. The stupidity of the Eruin might seem a little surprised to these dark mercenaries, but it seemed to him already commonplace. The combat effectiveness of the White Winged Cavalry of the Van Mills Legion surprised him. It was already a bit extraordinary, but now this is their normal level. Its eyes looked at the pale map made of no animal leather, as if it was really looking down on the land from mid-air. The army of the undead is marching in front of a few miles wide, unless these human beings have been sealed. This area, otherwise it would be impossible to surround them.

Of course, it might have been possible, but the other party was so stupid that it was pitiful.

“First use the skeletons to test their combat effectiveness.” It replied coldly, setting the tone of the battle.

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