For example, in remote areas such as Tonigel and Yusong, most residents do not actually live next to the city. Even in Warnd, the more prosperous the area, the higher the degree of urbanization. Probably because of commercial trade and other reasons, there are a large number of handicraft practitioners, monks, entertainers, municipal staff and their relatives, and people who rely on these people to live in the city.
But in Tonigel, this situation is reversed. There are many sporadic settlements in the wild. Farms are located on the edge of the forest. There are hunter huts in the hills. The centaur found this situation. The family still lives in the house. They are afraid that it will be Jean Denell’s scout. So I brought them here.
The leaves of the trees clashed lightly. The centaur warriors were tall and strong, with brown muscles and purple and white war patterns covering their cheeks and shoulders. They brought trembling men and women, as well as their children, in ragged clothes. , Her dark hair is greasy and knotted, like a fugitive.
Brando glanced down at the mountain. The forest was as dark as ink, with flags of different colors intertwined in it, but the shouting and killing stopped for a while, and the entire battlefield came to a halt because of their sudden appearance. He found that the nearest Grussian was secretly adjusting his formation, and the gray-green noble private soldiers were looming in the forest.
But he didn't care and turned around: "They are not scouts, they are just fugitives."
"My lord, we..." There was panic in the man's eyes. The fugitives were caught by the nobles, and most of them were to beheaded. There were many headless corpses along the avenue from Daolin to Sommel. Most of them were fugitives and a small number of robbers.
"Who are you!" The child broke free from the mother's pale hands and asked loudly.
…
The army that suddenly appeared on the flank made Pallas feel like a man on his back, but he was relieved to hear that there were only a few hundred people on the other side. His index finger hit the smooth hilt and asked, "Does the scout have a response? ?"
"No."
Pallas nodded.
Hundreds of people dared to appear, and the old knight heard the knights around him discussing in a relaxed tone. The soldiers seem to be laughing at the enemy's self-defeating ability. Although the arrogant soldier will lose, no general will dislike a confident army. He was very satisfied with the morale of his subordinates, and the enemy's reinforcements seemed to be a laughing stock for a while.
"Those'reinforcements' are standing still!"
"Haha, I'm probably considering whether to retreat or run away."
"Coward, if we were caught off guard when we first appeared, we might be surprised and wasted our time."
"They are able to go around our flank."
"That's because the Georgians are too incompetent."
Pallas couldn't help but shook his head again. How could he consider the enemy? These lads of his own were too defiant. He took a breath and replied: "If there is no response, it is the enemy. Let the Gruss stop them. They have lost enough of their shame."
Military support is available.
"Then let's go." The old knight pulled his mask down and got up from the rock. The attendants had brought his warhorse long ago, and the knights had already prepared for him.
The slightest change on the battlefield can't change his decision. Although Pallas is cautious, he has the decision to be a general. He nodded to the attendant, and the metal ring armor made a rattling noise as it rubbed against it. The attendant in leather armor picked up the horn that hung around his waist, blew his cheeks, and pierced the forest with a clear war horn—
Then countless soldiers walked out of the forest, wearing red and blue robes, iron helmets on their heads, long swords on their waists, and eagle shields in their hands.
The soldiers in the squad gathered into a torrent, as if filling up all the gaps between the woods, the mountains and plains appeared. The private armies of the nobles lined up into several huge square formations, like the water flowing slowly over the position, scattered arrows were thrown into them, even if someone fell occasionally, the soldiers behind would immediately fill the vacancies. The enemies in front of him seem endless, and people feel a sense of powerlessness.
The army is approaching.
The mercenaries who were still resisting in the forest couldn't help lowering their bows. When an army of tens of thousands of people appeared at the same time, the momentum was enough to make the earth shudder.
Everyone swallowed.
Medissa was wearing silver armor and sitting on her unicorn. Her visor had been closed, only her eyes, small nose and mouth were exposed. The elf princess pressed her lips, clutching her long shuttle and staring at the scene without saying a word.
Behind her were Uta, Fern, and nearly a thousand cavemen. The cavemen crouched and shrouded in black, thorny metal armor, holding a giant spear, like a war monster.
But such an army did not stand in front of Jean Denel's army.
Medissa was watching the game in silence.
Yuta didn't understand this: "Aren't we going?"
"That's not our enemy, Yuta, I never said that our target was not Madara." Metisa replied, looking at the distant mountains.
"This... But they can't stop it!" The head of the female mercenary looked at the approaching army a little nervously.
"Lord Lord has his own arrangements." Medissa looked back at her, smiled slightly, her calm eyes filled with unquestioning trust: "You are too nervous."
"Lord Lord doesn't have many people in his hands." Yuta looked at Medissa strangely.
"Enough." Metisa said: "I am the leader of this reserve team. First of all, I must obey the tactical arrangements. Lord Lord said he can do it. All I have to do is to trust his judgment. And our goal is Mada. pull."
"I think I'm crazy." Yuta shook his head and muttered.
Metisa smiled, "Thank you for coming with me, Yuta."
"You're just a little girl." Yuta sighed, thinking of his sister. She touched her saber and suddenly felt a bit cold in her hand.
…
Brando looked at the thin boy. The mother ran over to protect her child with some horror, raised her head, and looked at him pleadingly.
"Master, the enemy moved." Someone among the mercenaries said at this time.
Brando nodded, and he turned his head back: "I am your legal lord. Whether you are a fugitive or my leader, as long as you live in Tonigel, I will protect you. Just remember this, enough."
After speaking, he pulled the horse rein and was about to leave, but at this moment, to everyone's expectation, the kid retorted loudly: "A lie, you are all bad guys!"
"En?" Brando was startled and couldn't help stopping.
"Dad said, if you weren't here, there would be no war."
"Lord Lord..." The man pulled his son away, looking uneasy: "He...he..."
Brando shook his head, and he looked back at all the people he had brought out of the Black Forest. Everyone looked at him, the tree elves, centaur, druids and the human mercenaries. Brando nodded to them, then turned over and dismounted, and drew out the sword in full view.
The poor woman uttered a scream of horror, but Brando walked to her, held her scrawny hand, shook her head gently, and calmly said, "It doesn't matter, don't worry."
Both the woman and the man looked at him nervously. He turned his head and patted the little boy's face again: "You are a little man, I will ask you a question."
The little boy stared at him.
"If one day someone wants to take your parents away from you, what would you do?"
"They dare, I will hit them!" the little boy replied confidently.
"Good point." Brando applauded: "Then I ask you, little man, if one day someone wants to take you from me and take away this country, what do you think I will do?"
The little boy looked at him puzzled.
"I beat them too." Brando smiled slightly. He got up on his horse, pointed his sword forward-in the forest, Denel's army was surging, but the two armies always looked at each other, Tonigel, and even the entire Eru, the situation surging over the past few months, At this moment, it seems that they are all gathered for this final confrontation. Who can change the destiny of the kingdom? Brando looked forward, but turned his head: "So you all heard it?"
"Beat them!" The mercenaries suddenly promised.
"Beat them!" The centaur was full of enthusiasm. This is the life they are pursuing, chasing after the battles that have been given glory, until the last drop of blood has been shed. Perhaps the war itself is meaningless, but guarding the most precious things between faith and hope is always worthy of respect.
The tree elves put their bows on their chests and sang the war songs that were widely spread between humans and elves in the early years.
The eagle Zhang Yu, the crossbow is high, the light defeats the darkness, hope to protect the faith—
It was an ancient ballad that was circulated in the pre-War of the Saints. At that time, the intelligent creatures on the earth could unite against the dragon of darkness and sign a sacred and solemn vow. But in the twinkling of an eye, who remembers all this
Brando and Quinier looked at each other and smiled.
"How to fight?" the tree elf leader asked.
"Go and stop Jean Denel's army," Brando replied lightly: "Since Pallas wants the Gruss to stop me, I will defeat his left wing and show him, these noble masters. I like to look down on people, and I hope they will remember this lesson from now on."
"Are you alone?" Quinnier looked at him in surprise.
"I'm alone?" Brando smiled and shook his head. He turned his head, put his index finger and thumb to his lips, and blew a long whistle. The whistle spread far and wide in the dark coniferous woodland, so that everyone on both sides of the war could hear it.
There was a sudden silence in the forest.
Suddenly, there was a howl of a wolf from a distance. Then a moment later, one after another, the howls echoed through the mountains, and the howls of distant wolves seemed to be approaching here at an alarming speed. It was just a moment, and the howling sounds clearly seemed to be in the ears.
The earth began to tremble, like a galloping horse.
Pallas immediately stopped the reins of the war horse. The old knight's face changed slightly under the iron mask. All the knights around him stopped at the same time, turning their heads in the direction of the wolf howling.
Wolves, and they are not ordinary wolves.
Residents living on the edge of the Black Forest, of course, know best what creature that howl comes from. "Black wolf!" The first to get into chaos is the mountain people, these people who have lived in the wild for generations, there are countless legends about these terrifying creatures in the myth.
There is only one thing they can think of at the moment.
Wolf tide.
"The wolf tide is coming!"
The old knight's face suddenly turned pale.
And Quinnier looked at Brando standing on the horseback like a knife, standing alone among the galloping wolves, as if seeing the wolf shepherd in the myth. Brando turned his head and smiled at him slightly: "Is it enough?"
Quinier didn't speak, but raised his bow with one hand and made a gesture of a tree elf attack.
In an instant, countless flying horses rose into the sky from the forest.