It was originally the largest of the wool trading markets to the east of the port of Ampersel, but previous battles turned it into ruins. There are many broken soldiers gathered between the ruins. The Hong Kong Guards and the private soldiers of the nobles are clamoring and clamoring, while the White Lion Corps is watching coldly.
"My lord, the temple will not interfere in his internal affairs. This is not out of arrogance, but it is precisely because the temple does not want to be swayed by secular rights. Both the scriptures and the sacred covenants clearly stipulate this principle. I think You should be able to understand this."
Earl Vitogin straightened his helmet and was put on the battle armor by the attendant, but his beard and hair were burnt, which damaged his majestic appearance and looked a little funny. He escaped from the Great Sanctuary of Andreux with the Grand Duke of Sifah. The injuries on his body were also left when he crossed the fire. The burning pain of acupuncture when turning the armour leaves made him gnaw his teeth. Grin.
"But honorable priest, isn't it one of your top priorities to punish evil? What's more, the opponent is an evil heresy, the enemy of human beings who preach chaos."
"This is natural, and the temple will not sit back and watch our country be in distress and ignore it." The voice replied with some amusement.
But the pain of the body is not comparable to the tingling of the soul. The power from the'extreme realm' shocks people's hearts. Mephistopheles, Saint Gray Sword, pulls Muros into the gray field in order to suppress the flames of sin, but in the end That glance made the hearts of everyone present chill.
Regarding royal power and title, it turned out to be in vain in the face of real power. The temple is high, but it is also necessary to bow before the ultimate law. Vitokin glanced at his pale palm, still shaking slightly.
He raised his head and glanced not far away. The famous swordsman Yanfa Nicholas under Grand Duke Sifah was negotiating with the temple under the sign of his master:
"Then I want to ask on behalf of the Duke, what are you going to do?"
"Let's put it this way, we are here at the invitation of the new royal family of Eruin to arrest Mephistopheles, Saint Gray Sword. This man once killed the high-level people in the temple and is a vicious desperado. In addition, we are also here to welcome the saint. The hallowed sacred relics for many years, the sacred relics of His Majesty Gilt, the King of Flames, the fragments of the holy sword Odyssey..."
The priest in the official robes talked a lot about it, roughly speaking: We will help you deal with the Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles and fight against the'cultists', but you will solve your domestic affairs yourself.
It was a typical Cruz man, with his chin up and looking high, as if you hillbillies should be grateful for it. Grand Duke Sifah said nothing, his face was terrible, but he did not dare to attack.
As early as after Obergus VI, Eruin’s nobles gradually degenerate, and it is even forgotten that Eruin also had masters in the extreme realm; the first monarch Eke himself was a generation of sages, until the second time. In the era of liberation, it is said that Eluin had two sword saints of extreme realm at that time, and the chief court wizard was even the famous Tulaman, but after that, the glory was gone forever.
Yanfa Nicholas also had a cold expression, "Those cultists mingled with the princess, what about this?"
The priest groaned: "Master Wood said, we can build a temporary teleportation formation for you, so that you can project the Black Blade Legion to the battlefield... This is already the limit. We will build a teleportation formation here, In the future, there will be one less teleportation formation in the holy war. You must know that even in Cruz, this teleportation formation is only used to teleport elite legions... As for such third-rate legions, it is a waste to be honest, but for the sake of allies, we can also Sacrificed..."
Nicholas's face was so dark that he interrupted: "I understand, thank the temple for its support. But I don't know when the temple is going to make a move?"
"I'll be here soon, how can ordinary people imagine the methods of the temple," the priest replied with admiration with his arms open: "Everyone, just wait for a good show, oh, it's already here—"
Suddenly, the dispute over the ruins ceased unanimously. The monks in the temple of flames in the red robe amidst the broken wall raised their heads together. In the midair that they could see, the space opened from both sides, and there were pure white ripples.
In the center of the ripples, the incomparably complex and mysterious lines of law are opening doors of light.
The wind over the ruins stopped for an instant.
There are a total of twelve light gates hanging in the air, and then a three-tiered magic circle extends from the light gate; accompanied by flying white characters, twenty people with golden red robes and silver masks are mysterious. People stepped out of it.
Each holds a long sword in the shape of a flame.
If Brando were here, he would definitely recognize the Templar knights of the Temple of Arbitration; this is one of the most special establishments in the Temple of Flame, and each of these knights was trained by real knights of the Flame. , Their true combat effectiveness is often far surpassing most powerhouses of the same rank.
The most important thing is that they often have only one task, and that is the trial of heretics.
Count Vitogin raised his head and looked at these Templar knights—
Space spells... This is the highest forbidden spell that the Temple of Flame claims to lead to the infinite. These spells born in the battle of the saints are already the top secrets of the major temples at this moment, and they are also the only few remaining in Vaughan today. There are several space spells.
It was the first time that he had seen such a miracle with his own eyes. When he saw the Temple of Flame of the Cruz Empire throwing twenty Templar knights from the main hall to the battlefield thousands of miles away, he only felt in his mind. Blank.
As a soldier, he understands what this means-this is truly unmatched power.
But he even forgot that the Eruins had faced such powers before and had won brilliant victories. The temple at that time was even stronger, and Eruin had just established a country, like a baby in the swaddling clothes.
Vitokin only felt shivering, and even had a little regret. It would be easy for these Templars to seize Eruin's power. Can these nobles really keep their power
Until the sound of footsteps stepped on stones and fragments from behind his head, he woke him up.
Vitokin turned his head, and then saw a gray-haired old knight walking along the hilt of the sword, one dark and one shallow, and two other knights accompanied him, each wearing a dark blue old-style cavalry uniform that was slightly faded. It's Raidel, the old captain of the White Lions.
The old man was also looking up in the air. The Lord Count hurriedly stood up and wanted to say hello, but the old man walked past him without even looking at him.
Vitokin's face suddenly turned red and white, and this old ghost really looked down on them at all. He gritted his teeth secretly and cursed that even though the White Lion Legion was the number one in the kingdom, what about it, it still couldn't protect the Lion Heart Sword.
Become a bitch and set up an archway, bah! What's so great! He tore away the gentleness of the nobleman in his heart, and couldn't help cursing fiercely.
This kind of dissatisfaction was shown on the count's face, just a hum of disdain.
But Reid didn't hear about it.
The old man seemed to be thinking. He lightly pressed the ivy pattern on the hilt of his sword-it was a 32-year-old cavalry sword, and the ivy marks on the sword were about to be polished. Since that war, this sword has accompanied him for half a century. Every time he wears this sword, it reminds him of the era when the gentle wind was blowing on the plateau, and everything passed by following the wind.
The young people of the White Lion are still arguing, even Karen’s child crying and begging him to take the White Lion and leave this sad place; the soldiers must have the courage to face death and grief, and those children are making choices. They handed in their best answer in front of them, and they explained the value of the white lion.
However, should the White Lions lose their faith? The old man no longer has the energy to care about it, and a deep and determined flame burns in his eyes, which seems to support the last trace of this aging body.
He stared straight ahead for a long time—
Kingdom, or Lionheart Sword.
King, there is not much time left for the Eruin to choose. The holy war is imminent, and Madara is staring on the side of the bed. Eluin must not fall into a long-term civil strife. The ruin is in sight...
And this land, the homeland where the ancestors shed their blood, is the land that carries the dreams of the Eruin people; as long as this land is still there, Eruin will have a brighter day again.
I was too old, and the White Lions were just like myself, getting old day by day. He was so old that he could no longer carry that banner, but no matter what, he still wanted to try his best.
Hope, let's leave it to posterity.
Someone has to take responsibility.
Your Highness, Master Marshal, it seems that you can only do so much.
…
The non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knights Academy and the White Lion Guards finally made a bloody path from the siege of the northern nobles, but this does not mean that the crisis has been resolved. There is a fixed number. At this time Brando ordered everyone to dismount, walk slowly along the street, and recharge.
They were passing through Toffs Square, which was located on the same axis as the Andreus Basilica and the Grand Auction, and was the midline west of the Port of Amperexel.
Nimesis was a little worried about the speed of the army, and worried that the White Lions would catch up from behind. But when she asked Brando this question coldly, Brando shook her head.
"No, do you know how many people the White Lions mobilized to siege us?" He asked quietly.
The female knight was startled slightly. She lowered her head and estimated that in the first battle they encountered and defeated almost four enemy columns, each with almost two to three hundred people. But they cut through the White Lion Army's defense line during the rush, and there must be more troops on both sides in the depth direction, and she is worried that these troops will catch up from behind.
Brando saw the hesitation of the female knight and shook her head and explained: "There are three guards in the White Lion Legion, Jude, Sharp Claw, and Lion Mane. Guards, but later withdrawn," Brando glanced at his White Lion guards and continued: "Considering that it is unlikely that the White Lions will actually mobilize a legion to leave the border, it is very likely that the one who participated in the war was from a certain The elite troops mobilized in the legion."
"In the previous battle, we encountered two columns of Franz, which should be the archers and light infantry columns belonging to the First Swordsman Regiment of the Jude Guards of the Kingdom's White Lions. The light cavalry squadron that came to support should be the scout cavalry of a knight squadron in the temple and the third swordsman regiment of the kingdom white lion army, and the hapless one you killed was their commander Kang En..."
Seeing that the female knight was slightly surprised, but she didn't show it clearly from the cold expression, Brando couldn't help but shook her head. In fact, Kang En was still famous in history, and it was a pity that he died just like that, but there were undead people in the war, he could only think so.
"The last line of defense formed by the white lion heavy guards that we rushed through was obviously another unit. Considering that the Jude Guards consisted of four swordsmen regiments and two heavy infantry regiments, so Our front is very likely to be half a complete weave of Jude's Guards, that is, two swordsmen regiments and one heavy infantry regiment."
"Am I right, Sir Overwell?" Brando asked, turning his head.
The lone wolf of the kingdom nodded and looked at Brando somewhat unexpectedly. Before Griffith’s revival of Eluin, one of the major drawbacks of the military system was that there was no unified organization. The nobles and lords of various regions often set their own rules. Each major army also had its own system, such as the Southern and Northern Army. different.
Therefore, even if they are both soldiers, they do not necessarily understand the organization of other corps. Not to mention the fact that it is basically impossible for Brando to say exactly what the origin of the enemy they faced before, what they belonged to, and who the commander is.
In fact, this is also a common phenomenon in the Warnd Continent in this era. In a war, commanders can often only use methods such as judging the battle flag and capturing prisoners to reluctantly judge which army they are facing. For this reason, there are countless Oolongs. In history, there are also a few famous generals who have made many classic battle cases based on this factor.
It’s just that history is like a torrent. The military reforms of Cruz and Madara have already begun, and soon it will open a new chapter. After the Great Demon Tide, the era of war is approaching. Although Eruin has caught up with the last A train, but ultimately died under the dust of history due to incomplete reforms.
Brando looked at the people present, most of whom were soldiers. Noncommissioned officers were originally trained as lower-level officers. They were the spark of Eruin's reform. Like Overwell, they understood how incredible Brando's previous judgments were.
Everyone is a little disapproving, how can you guess the enemy's sequence indiscriminately on the battlefield. There is not no such arrogant commander in history, but as a result, there are a lot of people who fall into the trap, and there are even some famous battles that have been passed down through the ages.
But seeing Overwell nodded in agreement with Brando's answer, they felt a little complicated. 'Your Excellency the Commander' is very confident and naturally will not be blinded, so there is only one possibility left.
"How do you know?" Nimesis rarely opened Chrysanthemum and asked instead of everyone.
Brando smiled: "Because I am familiar with every army in Eruin, I know exactly what they will do and how they will do it."
He answered like this, not trying to pretend to be a prophet. It's that he must show such confidence, because now only he can lead them to break a blood path from here, and he knows that he must show enough confidence to frighten everyone.
"You said you are familiar with every army of Eruin?" a soft but calm voice asked.
Brando raised his head and saw the princess in a uniform on one side, and his eyes lit up slightly. Only then did he remember that Griffin was never a gentle flower in the royal family, and her swordsmanship had always been the best among her peers, and she wanted to come to the other side to participate in the previous assault.
He even saw the stabbing sword worn on the waist of the half-elf girl and the blood stains on her face that were not completely dried.
She turned her head and stared at him with silver eyes, with silver curly hair hanging down on the dark blue woolen uniform. The tailored uniform on her body seemed to fit the curve of a girl. It's really refreshing. Brando then thought that the other party had worn this military uniform under the skirt at the beginning, no wonder he put a thick cloak on the venue to cover up, and it looked a little bloated.
But when the princess asked her questions, her tone seemed a little weird.
Brando hesitated, as if saying that every army is not impossible. He'living' in Eruin for nearly a century, during which he fought side by side with many armies, even aristocratic private soldiers. But this answer seems a bit too incredible, a bit of omniscience and omnipotence.
"Uh, you can't say that," Brando thought for a while, and replied deliberately: "At least regular army knitting, I should be familiar with it."
He noticed the weird look on Princess Griffin's face, and looked back and exchanged an inexplicable look with Overwell.
Oops, it still seems a bit too much. But Brando could only go on. He brewed for a while and replied: "So the conclusion is obvious..."
"According to the establishment of the Kingdom's White Lion Corps, a swordsman regiment should have three light infantry columns and an archer column, as well as an additional mage squadron and scout squadron, with a total of 1,100 people. The heavy infantry regiment is half of it. , So I judge that there may be less than three thousand White Lions on this battlefield."
When he said this, Nimesis had already understood. The White Lion Corps has less than 3,000 people, and they have been hit hard by nearly a third in the previous battle. An army that has lost more than 30% of its personnel in a battle has not collapsed. It would be outrageous to say that he could continue to pursue it.
Not to mention that Brando has more than double-digit golden-level masters in his hands.
"But they might not just watch us leave?" Nimesse raised her long eyelashes and silently glanced at Brando.
"Exactly, so we have to make a new plan now."
"New plan?"
Brando nodded.
Obviously it is impossible to have only such a little power on the battlefield, the crux is the people. The princess seemed to want to go with him. She raised her head and asked, "Is it because of the Cruz people?"
"Due to the deterrence of the scriptures and the sacred covenant, the Cruz people and the Temple of Flames should not personally intervene, but they can find ways to help our enemies." Brando silently recalled the methods of the Temple of Flames, He replied: "Since the Cruz people are here, they must not have come to invite us to have tea as guests—"
"What's more, we are the masters here, and we invite you to treat guests." He also made a joke leisurely, which caused a low laugh among the non-commissioned officers. Brando's indifferent attitude won the favor of most people. No one would like a coward, especially these young men with military qualities.
"Then how can they help, Commander?" Brando had just finished speaking when someone asked loudly.
Most of the people present couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they heard that the Cruz people wouldn't take the shot in person. After all, there is only one freak like Brando who comes from another time and space and can completely regard the deterrence of the Cruz Empire as nothing. After all, the empire has accumulated prestige for centuries, and its strength has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
"At least they can let our enemies advance on the battlefield. We have heavy troops in front and large troops behind. Don't think that we are going to defeat the White Lion Legion as a smooth road."
Brando looked at the others and reminded: "What we defeated is only a small part of the guards of the White Lions. The real elite is still behind."
"Flag of Flame!" Princess Griffin's silver eyes lit up slightly: "You mean, it is possible for the temple to build a temporary teleportation array in Amperethel like the Fame of Flame in the last holy war?"
Brando nodded.
"But such a teleportation array costs a lot of money, and it will not be a piece of cake for the temple. I heard that such teleportation arrays only built a few in the entire war, and they are willing to serve the nobles in the north. Is the investment so large?" Nimesis asked.
Brando couldn't help shaking his head, pure soldier! However, the princess nodded calmly: "The holy war is approaching. A stable Eruin is far more meaningful to the temple than a teleportation array. Moreover, as the front line of war, Eruin will have a temporary space in the future. The teleportation array is also necessary..."
"In other words, the Black Blade Legion and the White Lion Legion may appear on the battlefield of Ampersel at any time." Lorca nodded.
"But our army is still in Vlada-Pace." Enrok couldn't help but changed his face a little, and the guy who fell from the horse finally woke up: "This is a lot of fun, aren't we going to be dumplings? "
"Don't worry, all this is just speculation. It is the hole card of the temple. After all, the teleportation array has a time limit. But we have to have a corresponding plan," Brando replied: "I like to do something in advance. Make a plan, and I hope you do the same, so we need a new plan to respond to possible changes in the future."
"So what are you going to do?" Nimesis asked.
"I haven't figured it out yet, but we can eliminate those unrealistic choices one by one." Brando replied: "The most direct way is to turn around and kill back to the port area. The patrol cavalry and the port guard stand in front of us. The main force of the army, but we will also receive support from our allies."
"It's just clearing up right now. Although there are still storms in the open sea, since the Temple knows that we might go by sea, it might be a bit unwise for us to make this choice. Besides, fighting at sea, the strong with the above elements can easily destroy ours. The sailboat, even if it is not captured alive by then, I am afraid it will drown—"
"That is to say, we can only break through by land." Nimesis replied calmly, as if this matter had nothing to do with her. Such a female knight made Brando feel a little strange, and the person in his impression Very different. The elder sister in Brando's memory is daring to love and hate, self-confident and calm, and her face always carries an intriguing smile, but she never lacks majesty and decisiveness, as if she is a born leader.
But there seemed to be something lingering on the female knight, Nimesses finally frowned and had a cold face. When she looked at a person, she seemed to be immersed in her own thoughts. The other party always seems to be thinking about something.
When Brando thinks this way, he is actually a little strange. He is obviously two different people, but he always compares subconsciously.
Nimesis looked at the other party watching that she was gone, and couldn't help frowning again.
"Ah, I'm sorry." Brando recovered.
"It's nothing, but to leave Amperisel by land, you need to go through the Frada Forest and over the mountains of Anlek. This is not a smooth road. On the contrary, there are thorns. We may face the army of the Archduke of Anlek and the nobles of the north. We won’t let us break through so easily."
"No, you are wrong. This is probably not a breakthrough, but an escape, a dangerous and arduous escape, with little chance," Brando shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But we have no choice now."
"We must break out of Amperel from the south, pass through the Frada Forest and the mountains of Anlek, and join your army in the south. The original plan of Her Royal Highness and Lord Overwell was to break south from Leaving Ampersel by land, right? With the lone wolf's talent, I think there must be pre-arrangements."
With that said, he raised his head to look at Princess Griffin.
"Yes," the half-elf girl nodded calmly, and replied instead of Overwell, "but we still don't have much choice. The army in my territory will go north along the province of Anlek, but it will take at least three to three. It takes four days to reach the southern border of the Frada Forest."
"And if they are blocked by the local army in Anlek Province, it will probably take longer."
Brando nodded secretly when he heard it. He knew that the princess and Overwell really had a trump card. Listening to her tone, this army is still useful, and even the army in the province of Anlek seems to be insufficient to completely defeat each other. Defeated, but only can stop it for a while.
As far as he knows, the Royal Princess in Vlada-Pace has absolutely no such strength. The non-commissioned students in the Royal Knights Academy do not have this ability. In fact, the non-commissioned students in the Royal Knights Academy can be used at this time. It's just the first graduates, plus some of the best freshmen like Freya and Bresson.
In other words, there must be aristocrats behind her Royal Highness, and the royal family's background is still very deep. This is just the nobles who support the royal family, the royal party that has not counted the parting ways, and the Grand Duke Lantonilan behind the royal party, if the two have not completely turned their faces, together they can really have the strength to divide the north and the north.
But that's obviously not what Princess Griffin wanted.
Brando knew better than anyone about the personality of the princess, who was calm and sensible on the surface, but staunch in reality. She would never compromise with anyone.
But obviously more than that.
He showed curious eyes, the princess must not only have this hole card, so she should have been forced to abstain at this poker table long ago. By the way, what else didn't you think of
Seeing the look in Brando’s eyes, Princess Griffin sighed: "But it’s not without a chance, Mr. Brando. As long as we can leave Amperel Port and retreat towards St. White Bay, I can arrange reliable allies. Meet us..."
Saint White Bay
A bright light flashed in Brando's mind. He knew this place, this place was south of Amperel, after passing through the Frada Forest, a bay surrounded by cliffs. Because of the geographical environment, it is impossible to build a port and dock, so it is generally there. It is only used as a temporary shelter from the wind.
But in his memory, he can only remember that it was the habitat of the storm hermit crab. It was a level 12 aquatic monster. In that place, it was only related to a few fishermen's missions in the port of Ampersel.
Where will there be any allies
and many more!
"Anchor point," Brando suddenly reacted and couldn't help blurting out: "Elu is the anchor point of the First Royal Fleet!"
"Ah!" Princess Griffin whispered.
As soon as the words were spoken, Brando also realized that he raised his head to look at Princess Griffin, but seeing the princess looked at him with a somewhat indescribable look, "Mr. Brando... you... how do you... "
Ha, I accidentally said the wrong thing again. He was suddenly embarrassed, and it was not a good thing to have advanced knowledge, it was too easy to be regarded as a stick.
The secret anchor point of the Eruin Royal Fleet in St. White Bay is a secret that no one outside the royal family knows...
He was trying to defend, but he didn't expect the half-elf princess to look at him with a complicated expression, and as if she understood something, she said after a long while: "Mr. Brando, it turns out that the head of Bund is true. … It turns out that Mr. Charles is really alive. You and Mr. Charles are really..."
"Huh?" Brando was stunned. "Wait, what is the relationship between himself and the fellow Shire? Isn't it the relationship between the knight and the attendant?"
He turned his head inexplicably.
Seeing Shire with a wry smile.