The red flag cavalry fell apart in the forest, and a red swallow-tail flag crashed down.
There was silence around Pallas, and the experienced general grasped the knuckles of the hilt of the sword a little bit white-the group of mercenaries of Lubbs in the intelligence, the other party actually tolerated it.
The old knight closed his eyes, and there was a deep exhaustion in the wrinkles on his face. Sir Wade was the young man he admired, but the war could not tolerate regret, and Eruin had already shed too much blood. When he opened his eyes again, indifferent persistence was left in his dim eyes.
Now that the rebels have shown their trump cards, the outcome has already been revealed.
"Let the knights of Dnell, come on, go and add a lot of color to your glory." He waved his hand, as if completely handing over the victory to the young boys.
A burst of cheers, all the knights from Jean Denel, the warriors of the silver rank cheered in unison.
But this kind of cheering did not arouse the slightest joy in Pallas's heart.
Because Eruin was already asleep, just like him, the old man's gaze penetrated the dusk of the sky, as if he had seen the deep darkness. There have been times when even victory could not bring the color of hope, only the color of thick blood was visible in the eyes.
What went wrong
"The Knight Order moved." An indifferent voice came from Uta's ear. The head of the mercenary turned her head and saw Medissa's unchanging face. The little elf girl with her sullen face was quite cute, and There is so little taste of the elves royal family, princess generals.
Yuta nodded.
The victory or defeat was in one thought, even she could tell. It's just that she still can't see the chance of victory. The previous battles consumed a lot of her physical strength. Even in front of the elf princess, she couldn't keep her demeanor and panting.
Just like this line of defense, anyone can see that it is already shaky.
But Yuta couldn't help looking at Metisa in front of her with some incomprehension. She wondered whether it was the pride of the elves or some kind of unnamed confidence that supported this little girl in such a situation. .
But where does her confidence come from.
The head of the female mercenary panted slightly, and for the first time, she ignored the anxious glances passed by the "person" behind her, turned her head and asked piously: "How do we respond?"
A woman's pride compelled her to not bow her head, but she wanted to see where the general confidence of the other party came from. Obviously a child, how can he understand everything on the battlefield? Does this elf girl really understand what she is facing
Yuta was very skeptical—
But Medissa was sober.
"Blow the trumpet," she said.
Uta looked at the elf princess incredulously, even though she was covered in silver armor, but at the moment she still looked like a childish general.
"What about Madara?"
Blowing the trumpet is a signal to mobilize the cavemen, but it is not a secret that the cavemen restrain Madara's last strength, and both sides on the battlefield know this. This is the last reserve team on both sides of the battlefield, and whoever joins the reserve team first loses the war.
Metisa glanced at her, grabbed the spear next to her in a flat motion, and replied, "Prepare the horse for me, and I will lead them myself."
"I..." Uta was suddenly speechless, and she grabbed Medissa by the shoulder: "My people can't accompany you to death..."
"What about you?" Medissa asked her, tilting her head.
"I..." Uta took a deep breath, and she nodded: "I'll be with you, little sister."
Medissa smiled.
When the long horn sounded in the forest, it was like an ancient ballad, and both sides of the war seemed to feel a kind of vastness from the ancient forest.
With the Dragon Horn trombone, Pallas suddenly felt that time had turned back, and he had returned to the years of warfare. On the battlefield of the holy war, there is only a fight with blood for blood. The alliance was not there in the past. It was a war without glory, but it was a medal of a veteran.
He licked his dry lips.
"It's a caveman."
"The caveman appeared."
"Are you going to fight to the death."
"These rebels... really respectable enemies."
"Where did they come from?"
Yeah, where did these people come from? The old knight suddenly felt a little puzzled. This was definitely not an ordinary rebel army. These were the best fighters of Eruin. But why are the excellent Eruin people bleeding their own blood all the time? Suddenly the old knight wanted to meet the young man named Brando.
He couldn't help thinking, maybe one day, the Eruins could unite again. But who will realize all this? Is it the dukes of the north, or the helpless princess
Pallas felt that he might not be able to see that day, he closed his eyes, as if he wanted to find the footprints of the first king Eke in his dream.
"My lord?" the surrounding knights asked hesitantly.
"Let's inform Madara." Pallas closed his eyes and didn't open them again, and the old knight replied tiredly. The knight nodded and retreated, but at this moment, a cheer suddenly came from the forest.
"What's wrong?"
Pallas squinted and looked over, and his guard knight turned his head at the same time. The direction of the cheers was actually the camp where the wizard group was located, and the babbled guys seemed to be celebrating something.
The old knight frowned displeased.
"It seems that the wizards found that the forest on the opposite side is not all real, and a large part of it is an illusion. They have been trying to solve this illusion before, and they finally found a solution just now." A messenger immediately replied.
Pallas snorted softly. The dignified thirty-man wizard group had almost no effect in the previous battle, causing the outstanding young men under him to lose much more; although those in robes had explained Said this is because they have been fighting against a wizard in the opposing camp who is far more powerful than them, but the old knight has always thought that this is just an excuse. Isn't a wizard who is stronger than them a golden wizard? How could there be such a talent among the rebels
Sure enough, those babbling guys couldn't be trusted, he couldn't help thinking like this. But at this time the other party was still doing business after all. Although he was suspected of sharing the credit, it was not convenient for him to say anything. He just nodded to indicate that he knew it.
But I didn't expect the wizards to move very fast, and soon there was a sound of singing in unison in the forest below, and then a huge magic wave even made the ordinary soldiers in the forest feel their hair standing upright.
Even ordinary people can sense the fluctuations of magical power, naturally, they can't escape the eyes of true professional spellcasters. In fact, as soon as the wizard on the Denell side cast a spell, Charles felt the movement on the opposite side. But the young mage attendant looked at the apprentice who had come to ask his apprentice, and just shook his head:
"Don't worry about it, let them take it apart."
"Let them disassemble?" The apprentice was puzzled.
"Nonsense, that thing was originally used to scare people. What is the role of the war now? Those fools like to waste magic, so you can let them go. How low is your intelligence to go crazy with those fools? Charlton showed an expression of hating iron but not steel, and he nodded the opponent's forehead: "In the confrontation between wizards, you need to use your head more, understand?"
The apprentice was scolded bloody, and nodded quickly. In fact, as a mentor, Shire is definitely not the best choice, at least in terms of patience, this young mage attendant is not as good as his master.
He looked at all the wizards and wizard apprentices below, and shook his head: "Don't say I didn't remind you, keep some magic power to prepare for the final battle. I will bring you here, not for you. The explanation is here."
"Of course," Charles shrugged, "If one has to be stupid, then I have nothing but help."
As soon as his voice fell, there was a much louder cheer in the forest. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the north bank of the Gris River. This time they cheered from Jean Denel, Pallas, Grizzly Collar, and all ordinary soldiers of Grussia, even the mountain people cheered.
Because the illusion of the forest is melting away.
This is good news for everyone in the army of Jean Dernell, it seems to herald the arrival of the final victory, their enemy has lost the last barrier.
Targus and his black knight guards stood in the forest like a shadow, their blood-specific golden pupils gleamed with indifferent brilliance, as if the outcome of this war, or the war itself, had nothing to do with them. of. Behind them is an army of thousands of undead. Because they don't need to breathe, the whole army is silent like a wall of steel.
The one-eyed general's gaze fell on the cavemen's army covered in thick armor.
"Caveman stormtrooper," he said, putting down his iron gloves and turning his head: "This is the trump card of those humans, let's go, I want a Madara victory-for the emperor!"
The black knights drew their sharp scimitars and responded with a low voice: "With the will of the mercury rod."
But at this time, another horn sounded in the forest.
A long, lingering voice among the trees.
Tagus stopped.
He seemed to be listening.
"It's an offense."
They even dare to attack? Pallas felt that he closed his mouth suddenly, and all the Dnell soldiers who were cheering closed their mouths. Because behind the melting forest, they actually saw something that shouldn't belong there.
"Attention all army! An unfamiliar army has appeared on the left wing!"
"The other party did not respond to the semaphore, it may be the enemy!"
The shouts of the soldiers echoed one after another.
…
Brando saw exactly this scene when he separated the branches of the trees in front of him. Rows of elf archers riding Pegasus also appeared from either side of him. He turned his head and glanced at Quinnier:
"Guess where is their warchief?"
"You humans should be called generals, I think they are on the top of that mountain."
"I say this for the purpose of being in the countryside and doing the same." Brando looked at the tree elf leader in surprise.
"We don't have the term warchief either. You are talking about an orc..." Quinnier couldn't help but bared his teeth.
"Almost," Brando shrugged. He looked at the rolling forest in front and the Gris River that was almost dyed red. "But I don't think Pallas is so stupid to expose himself so obviously. The place, there may be the position of a knight lord under his hand, um..."
He thought for a moment: "But it's almost the same, as a surprise, I think it's enough."
Brando turned his head again: "Scout, have you cleared the enemy's whistle?"
"It has been cleaned up," a centaur replied immediately, "but my lord..."
"but?"
"Found a hunter's cabin..."
"Hunter's cabin?"