The rocket ignited as soon as it touched the trees, and the moisture in the trees evaporated and immediately formed billowing smoke. The Georgian infantry and mountain soldiers in gray-green robes took the opportunity to conceal, and they were about to wade through the shallows and enter here. In the forest. The offensive went so well that even Pallas, who was overseeing the battlefield in the distance, couldn't help but raise his brows slightly.
But at this time, there was a muffled thunder in the distant forest. A large cloud of dark clouds gathered above the canopy at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then accompanied by a golden lightning, the sudden heavy rain poured down almost. In an instant, the fire that had just ignited was poured transparently.
As soon as the fire extinguished, the thunderstorm continued to move forward. A few flashes of lightning fell on the beach at the edge of the forest. It happened to explode among the Grussian infantry and mountain soldiers gathered there. There were a few loud bangs, and the crowd suddenly Flesh and flesh fly. The golden thunderball opened several large pits on the ground, and the flying stones fell like hail on the heads of the people around them, screaming and screaming together.
The morale of the Georgian infantry collapsed instantly, and regardless of whether there were archers behind them, they turned around and ran, at a speed ten times faster than before. These noble private soldiers themselves did not have any will to fight. Although the accompanying mountain soldiers themselves were sturdy, it was a pity that this war was meaningless to them. As soon as the Georgian infantry retreated, they naturally followed by turning around. However, compared with the Georgian infantry who had been frightened and scattered in the sand, the mountain people gathered together in an orderly manner even if they retreated.
The two knight lords who accompanied Pallas in the distance saw this scene, and they all looked back at the true commander of the army of Denel this time. The combat literacy of the mountain people surprised them, and then they thought of the years. Pallas, who led the army to victory in the war with these mountain people and forced them to surrender, fell silent. Of course they are not willing to be under Pallas, but looking at the performance of their troops, they can only be silent.
At this time, the dark clouds had passed over the heads of the Georgian infantry, and came to the archer's array on the other side of the river bank. A premonition of a catastrophe suddenly spread in the heart of the commander of the archer queue, Sir Wiggins, "Back! Fast back!" He immediately screamed, but he still took a step slower, and saw a golden grid drop from the sky, instantly It exploded among the three rows of archers, and almost two teams of noble archers who had been trained for a long time were wiped out in a blink of an eye.
Sir Wiggins himself was also struck by lightning, but he was saved by the electric cage effect, but the adjutant beside him was not so lucky and was beaten directly into charcoal. The gray-headed Wiggins got up from the ground and couldn't help but feel sad. The entire squadron of archers was abandoned in one round of attack. Although the real loss was only two or three out of ten, the remaining people I was so frightened that I didn't even want to fight again in a short period of time.
Not to mention that at this time the dark clouds that gave birth to thunder and lightning were still surging, and the second round of lightning was about to descend. The archers suddenly collapsed like the infantry in front of them. They screamed and turned and ran. Mortals have no ability to resist in the face of such a powerful natural force. The well-informed and experienced knights under Pallas may still be a little bit more. Better, but it will never be these noble private soldiers.
But at this time, a large part of chanting suddenly came out in the forest, and the curvaceous curse seemed to gather an invisible force in the air, and even the air pressure dropped a little for a while. The dark clouds in mid-air suddenly stopped, and then disappeared.
There was silence in the forest, and then there was a cheer on the north bank of the Gris River.
"It's dispelling magic, there are at least three chanting points." On Brando's side, a druid with turf all over his body listened and turned back and said.
"No, it's four." Charles shook his head after listening.
"Four?" Others did not dare to refute. There was no archdruid among the first druids sent to the Firland, and Shire could be said to be the first caster here. Moreover, high-level spellcasters are inherently rare and rare. It is said that there are two golden-level wizards around Dnell, but this time there may not be one with the army.
"If there are four wizards here, it cannot be said that there are only four. Unfortunately, I don’t know how many there are. According to the intelligence, Pallas’s wizards may have more than 30 people, including silver-tier spellcasters. So it seems that It's very possible." Krencia replied.
He is the nominal commander of the mercenaries here, and the more reliable Fern is assigned to assist in commanding the army of the eight hundred cavemen. In addition, Brando also ordered the "Red Bronze Dragon" Reto and others to replace Uta's mercenary group to station at the silver mine, because Lord Dernell probably did not know that the silver mine had been lost, so Brando sent I hope that Yuletto can bring him some unexpected surprises there. This is a dangerous task. As veterans of the November War, Rayto and others are obviously more capable of this task than the mercenaries under Yuta. .
As for Uta, he has been transferred back to the front line against Jean Denner's army. She was also very satisfied with this arrangement. The beautiful red-haired and blue-eyed mercenary leader was standing next to Metisa and asking her question: "Where does Pallas lead so many mages? It is impossible to be on the front line of the war."
"Don't forget that there are also Grussian collars and grizzly collars, but I want Earl Dernell to also draw some people from his mage group, otherwise there can be no silver-tier wizards." Ya replied.
"Thirty people. Speaking of a wizard group with more than 30 people, Eruin hasn't had it since the November War. It is true that Earl Dernell has spared no effort to deter the Xiaoxiao!" Ulliel, the captain of the inspection cavalry who followed Brando, couldn't help but ridicule. As a half aristocrat, he was very aware of Eruin's past wars.
Ulliel's words made everyone present laugh. The casters on their side were more than one hundred druids alone, not to mention that the mages of the young lord in front of them were genuine golden-rank wizards.
Speaking of which, the young lord doesn’t have many troops, but the quality is incredible—ordinary soldiers are either mercenaries who have experienced battles or veterans of the November War. At least they were originally from Madara. Eruin Legionnaires. Few of these people have the strength below the black iron, and a considerable part of them are even above the middle reaches of the black iron-in addition to this there is a troop composed of cavemen, the individual strength of this troop is at least in the upper reaches of the black iron. The Peak of Dark Iron is not among the few.
The total number of the two armies is close to 3,000, and the proportion of mages is more than one-tenth of this army. This is extremely rare in the entire history of Eruin’s war. It's incredible. If these news spread, it is estimated that the outside world will be in an uproar, and the strength of this Tonigel's new lord will have to be reassessed. But Brando deliberately suppressed the news, because he knew that sometimes a surprise is often more impressive than an established fact.
This time the young man wanted the entire Eruin to remember his name and who was the righteous lord of Tonigel.
Ulliel's words dissipated a lot of the shadows that had hung in everyone's hearts, as if the forest in the forest had made Dnell's army less terrifying. However, Charles still had to vaccinate them, and he waved his hand: "Although this is said, the opponent is still a lot better than us in terms of absolute strength. Dnell is known to be the leader of three knight lords, 20,000 people. The army, and there are almost 10,000 people in the mountains, that is to say, the army hidden in the forest in front of us—"
Charles pointed forward solemnly, north of the Gris River: "It may be thirty times more than us."
Everyone became solemn again, this was something they had known for a long time.
"In addition, the three knights all have elite knights, which add up to at least a hundred or even more. These knights also have at least the strength of the silver rank, and we happen to lack such a power. Cavemen can fight them. For a moment, Lord Lord said very clearly that as long as Madara does not appear on the battlefield, cavemen cannot appear. Therefore, in terms of the combat effectiveness of the Silver Tier, the opponent is also fully dominant."
"In addition, with the exception of Pallas, the Grizzly Leader Knight Lord and the Grussian Knights are all the golden combat power of Dnell, and it is difficult to guarantee that the other party does not have a hidden assassin—Ten Thousand Steps Back Even if there are only two golden ranks, we can only say that it is a tie against me and Medissa. If there is a third one, we are still at a disadvantage."
"Then what shall we do?" Mullens couldn't help being a little dumbfounded when Charles said that.
"It's okay, just follow the Lord's words." Shire glanced at everyone present.
"What about Lord Lord?"
Brando once said that they were here to delay as much as possible for the army of Denel to cross the river, but at that time, the army of Denel was not as scary as it is now. That was three knight lords, plus an army of nearly 30,000 mountain people, not to mention the undead of Madara watching.
Brando once promised them victory, but that was once after all. Can they win now
Although most people who have followed the young man have a blind faith in Brando’s words, the victory promised by the young lord has hardly failed. As long as he moves forward, the direction his sword is pointing must be through. The road to victory. That young lord is like the most legendary heroes of ancient times. When he proudly declares that he will win, then victory is in his pocket.
But at this moment, everyone present still couldn't help being somewhat silent.
They are warriors with many battles, and they can talk and laugh in the most dangerous environment, but this does not mean that they have few roots. In their original self-confidence, they have dragged the Denell army to the fullest. Retreat is the only possibility to win. But that must have to pay a heavy price for both parties.
As a fighter, this is not unacceptable, because they have sworn allegiance to the young lord and everyone is ready to bleed.
But Brando's promise to them seems to be to completely defeat Jean Denel's army from the front.
How is this possible
The druids took it for granted that the Shire was just to boost morale. While Uta and Crencia, who had seen Brando's magic on the side, had some headaches, they racked their brains and couldn't figure out what Brando would rely on to win this victory.
But in the face of these various eyes, Charles just looked at Medissa and smiled. Indeed, because the upheaval in the trade wind ring will soon spread throughout Eruin and even the entire Vonde.
Everyone will remember this battle.
The young mage raised his head, his gaze fell in the dark forest north of the Gris River, but it was a pity that Pallas did not feel the gaze that had passed through a long distance at this moment. The old knight lord was counting the casualties. The Georgians did not actually lose much. The infantry who charged in the front only dropped more than a dozen corpses, but there was a whole squadron even before the enemy’s face was seen. The archer's withdrawal from the battle made him a little heartbroken.
Although the army he mobilized this time is more than 20,000, there are not many professional soldiers. For example, this noble archer only has one and a half columns of more than 1,000. A large part of it is still led by Jean Denner The coming earl's private soldier would not be easy to deal with if he loses too much.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head and asking: "The kind of thunder and lightning just now was a druid spell? Can a druid of the Dark Iron Step cast such a terrible spell?"
The mage next to him nodded: "That's the Thunder Summoning technique, but one or two druids cast it without such a terrible momentum. The spell just now can only be cast by at least ten people. And it is cast with the strength of the black iron step. After that, you have to take a day off at least. But if it’s a druid master, let’s say something else..."
When the old knight interrupted the wizard, he still firmly believed that there could not be a druid master in the rebel army: "In other words, the opponent can't continuously cast that kind of spell?"
"Lord Lord, even if it is continuously cast, there is no need to be afraid. Compared to the combined use of the spell, it takes ten people, but we only need two or three people to dispel the magic. And that spell is extremely expensive for the Black Iron Order. It’s big, but the cost of dispelling magic is just average for us. Magic is actually much more useful for defense than for offense. If I were the opponent, I’m afraid I wouldn’t use that kind of magic anymore. They did it before. It should only be used as a deterrent." The wizard lowered his head and replied respectfully.
Pallas nodded, as long as it wasn't the kind of large-scale spell, he didn't need to worry too much. The military strength of the two sides differed too much. He didn't need any extra tactics. Moreover, the expenditure of the 20,000 army was too great. Pallas didn't want to waste time. He planned to end the war in a straightforward way from the beginning.
As long as you cross the Gris River, it takes only a few days to win the fir cold.
Ending the war within a week was within the scope of his acceptance.
"Rebel, Eruin..." These two words circled in Pallas's mind, but all the thoughts in the end turned into a confident and indifferent smile on his face. As a general who has received countless victories, he has no reason to believe that he will fail under absolute superiority.
The old knight smiled faintly. This smile represented the mercy for the enemy and the sigh for the kingdom. A hundred years ago, I had never heard of a rebellion in Eruin that would cause such a big disturbance. Although his lord made Earl Denell demonstrated his power, this did not change the fact that the kingdom was becoming obsolete and crumbling.
Not to mention a hundred years ago, even fifty years ago, even in the most remote places, there would be no threats to the lives of nobles.
Pallas sighed and said: "Brando, Brando, isn't it? Let me, an old fellow, come and stand the last guard for this kingdom..."
He threw the dagger into the center of the map on the table, just at the location of Fir City, and victory seemed to be within easy reach.
This Grudin’s retainer, a knight who has experienced many battles, no longer hesitates. Let Denell’s army gather in the evening of the day, prepare for the final offensive after a night’s rest, and take down the enemy’s defense in one go. Pallas wasn't afraid that the'rebels' would sneak attacks by night. Based on his experience, he would never make such a low-level mistake. If the enemy were really that stupid, he wouldn't mind ending the war earlier.
It's a pity that the leader on the opposite side was just as shrewd as he had imagined-speechless all night, and early the next morning, the real offensive began.
The sky was just getting bright, and Shire and Medissa saw countless figures of soldiers in the forest on the opposite side from the sentry tower, "They are cutting logs and building bridges, and we have not enough manpower." Shire looked back. Said.
Medissa nodded.
The test began.
The same sentence flashed through both of them.