The sunlight is like a bright sword, piercing the mist. On the high ground, flowers are padded, and the river rushes as brilliant as silver, but rows of spears burst out of the forest between the forests. The highland infantry, wearing armor and armor, advances side by side. Uncountable swallow-tail flags and spear flags are reflected in the field of vision. Each is painted with the coat of arms of the leading knight, from the lion to the pelican, to the thorns to the wreath.
The Finn column, the Constantine column, the Bree column, and the northern coalition forces are gathering, and the spears win the forest above the blossoming rivers, and the snow-like spear tip undulates slightly with the breath of the noble infantry, and weaves a few miles away. A shiny ribbon.
Looking far away from the Unkel Mountain, the south seems to have become an overwhelming ocean, with flags floating above the ocean, and the reflection of weapons flashes from time to time. Brando tightened his lips. This is the real battle. Only at this moment can he have the illusion of going back to the past.
Everyone clenched the long sword in their hands, and they didn't realize that the tiger's mouth was white; the private soldiers of the nobles had forgotten to breathe and looked at this boundless army with their mouths wide open.
After the army, several tails are still coming in continuously. Tens of thousands, this word only reflects its unprecedented pressure at this moment, and tens of thousands of people breathe together as if the wind will be stagnant.
The gentle breeze on Marr's Heights is subduing.
The air became sultry and heavy, which was a sign before the storm. On the dazzling green meadow, a knight is speeding away from the main formation of the northern coalition forces like dark clouds.
"Look at that, that's the genius knight of the Hong Kong Convention (1). Lord Earl deliberately referred to him as the captain of the column. I heard that he was replacing his father's position."
"Twenty-year-old column leader?"
"Because he is a genius. I heard that Lord Viscount fought a few beautiful battles in the Donitoquinine Lions, and achieved miraculous victories. All the veterans who fought with him called him'Wanagg', you know? 'Wanagar' is a hero in the legend of the mountain people."
"veteran?"
"It's the veterans who participated in the November War. He can command them. Only he can command them. I heard that Lord Earl intends to train him into the next generation of army commanders."
"That would be too ridiculous."
"It's possible. It is rumored that Lord Viscount is a closed disciple of Earth Sword Saint Darus. Think about it before Master Sword Saint became famous, didn't people call him'Wanagar'?"
"I don't think it's possible, but I heard that Lord Darus has offspring? No one knows where he went afterwards. It's not like that Lord Lord is the descendant of that adult. After all, Lord Darus is still a descendant. I don’t want to see Eruin split..."
The soldiers talked a lot, and in the end they couldn't help but stand in awe. In the era of the restoration of the kingdom, the sword sage Darus left a legendary reputation in Eruin, and his last mysterious retreat was a highlight for this legend. The common people all believe that the Sword Saint of the Earth is the patron saint of the kingdom, and one day he will come out again when the kingdom is in danger.
In China, such a statement is even widely circulated among some players. The Eruin players even re-improved the military swordsmanship left by Darus for this, but no one, including Brando, would have thought that the patron saint of the kingdom would not escape the judgment of time in the end.
And the last hope was also drowned in the ashes of Bouche.
Brando stroked the long sword, feeling a sense of sorrow.
Feng? Viscount Dougning raised his head high and energetic. If you look closely, you will find that this rider wrapped in silver armor is the young man standing next to Vitogin a few days ago, and it is the knight captain who clashed with Brando before the auction. He is a genius knight of the Najo people, and even the veterans of the November War respected him, thinking that he might be the next earth swordsman.
Feng? Viscount Dougning was also deeply impressed.
With a spear in his hand, he drove a heavy earth-traveling dragon and trot slowly around the main position of the Northern Allied Forces. The cloak behind him was like a golden flame. Wherever he passed, the soldiers of the Northern Allied Forces cheered and shouted like a landslide and tsunami. NS:
"Wagner! Wagner!"
"Wagner! Wagner!"
There was a gleam of sweat on the young man's forehead, and he came to Earl Vitogin with his head still high. Lord Earl nodded in satisfaction. The White Lions were born in large numbers, but the Black Blades were not a successor, especially the November War veterans. There was no one. This young man was in the north with the Torquinian Lions. The battle was perfect, just like the young Sword Saint Darus back then.
Although Earl Vitogin dismissed the rumors circulating in the mouths of the lower class soldiers, what if one day Feng? Dougning became another earth swordsman, so the Black Blade Legion might not have surpassed the White Lion Legion one day. He took the spear from the young man—the commander took the lead with the spear. This is an important belief of the Black Blade Legion, but now only this ritual is left—Earl Vitogin asked indifferently: "See the princess's position clearly. Yet?"
"I see, Lord Earl!"
"how?"
"It's so arrogant."
Three huge square formations were silent under the shadow of the foot of Unk Mountain. Thousands of private soldiers of the nobles lined up long lines on the north bank of the stream. The huge shield reflects the sunlight-these odd-shaped tower shields are not like any of the human arms, but somewhat resemble the silver elves' field troops in the past-the Throat of Ansi.
A heavy silver barrier lay in front of the northern coalition forces.
"It's the genius of the Nayo people." Brando put on a full set of knight armor for the first time, sitting on the back of his horse in the center of the phalanx, and when he heard the words of Count Odin next to him, he also raised his head. Looking at the proud knight in front of the northern coalition in the distance.
"The Black Blade Legion fought against the Toquinine Golden Mane Lion Man in the north, Viscount Von Dougning dealt with the enemy with less than a quarter of his forces, inserted into the enemy's rear, and burned the Toquinine Golden Mane Lion Man's granary. Forcing the Temple of the Earth to retreat, Macaro once said that this person must be the future star of Eruin, Mr. Brando, you need to be careful about this person.” Princess Griffin reminded in a low voice behind Brando road.
Brando gave a calm expression under his raised visor, and chuckled lightly.
What is he careful about? It's the other party who needs to be careful. In history, this person was killed for Freya, and now Eruin's Valkyrie is on this battlefield, and this Viscount Lord is afraid of bad luck.
Sir Wolf Overwell noticed Brando's look and couldn't help but smile: "Why, it seems that Mr. Brando has an old relationship with this person?"
Brando nodded.
More than old, this man owes him a duel.
"Princess Griffin didn't even let the sergeant be born to form the core of the central position."
The old knight Raeld took the monoculars away from his eyes, and the corners of his eyes covered with crow's feet moved slightly with his frowning brows, "Which army is that?"
"Looking at the banner is Ouding's private army."
"It's so arrogant." The Marquis of Baltar also sighed, "It seems that the successive victories of the battle has made Her Royal Highness somewhat underestimate the enemy. I am afraid that this battle will be won in one battle."
These words are exactly what most of the first-line noble commanders thought in the hearts of the first-line aristocratic commanders-the battle is determined; it seems that Lord Martha still prefers the north. Although the Sifah royal family has been deprived of its glory, the Corkova family has Why is it not so? Earl Vitogin couldn't help closing his eyes, thanking him for not standing in the wrong team.
It's a win.
On the battlefield—
The left and right wings of the princess army stretched back to the Unk Mountain, giving way to the two hills of Macenko Mountain and Veliko Mountain in the south. Formed a huge battlefield belt backed by the central government.
The main position has become the center and protruding part of the entire battlefield. Her Royal Highness intends to use this central axis to mobilize the balance of power in the entire battlefield.
Everyone can't help but sigh in their hearts: "What a great spirit, what a great handwriting."
Unfortunately.
"But as long as the central axis is defeated, the princess army loses support," Feng? Viscount Dougning pointed his finger at the shadow of Unk Mountain in the north, and analyzed it with dazzling expression: "The entire battlefield will then be divided by our side. They have to fight separately, and their defeat will not take a moment."
"How could Overwell make such a mistake, that is a lone wolf of the kingdom!" a noble officer asked loudly.
"Because he wants to pursue a stronger initiative, this is the character of that lone wolf, tolerantly lurking, and kills with one blow!" The Viscount replied confidently.
"Where are the non-commissioned students from Nagar and the Royal Knights Academy?"
"It must be on the left and right wings!" Feng? Viscount Dougning replied word by word.
Everyone knew it, and Earl Vitogin raised his head and stared at the shadow of Unk Mountain for a long time. After a while, his gaze fell on the young man on the dragon's back: "Feng? Viscount Dougning, dare to be the pioneer of the new king?"
Feng? Viscount Dougning was full of ecstasy. He knew that this was his best chance to become famous in the first battle and to go down in history. He immediately raised his head high and said, "Naturally."
The messengers shuttled back and forth, and the orders of the nobles intertwined and sounded across the river. A flag of the Northern Allied Forces was being passed back and forth, and then the army began to pull out slowly.
Everyone held their breath, Brando suddenly felt a chill on his forehead.
got windy.
"Raise a spear!"
"Go ahead, keep in line!" The first to be drawn was the Bray column from Burths (1). The Bray infantry only wears a breastplate, holds a halberd, wears a wide-brimmed helmet, and wears loose breeches, then under the knee. The iron foot protector is tightened. The Burley infantry is strictly disciplined, with uniform blue and white uniforms joined together, looking down from the sky as if a blue and white ribbon is slowly separating from the northern coalition forces on a meadow.
Feng? Viscount Dougning rode on the huge earthwalking dragon, leading his rangers to follow behind the infantry. Looking across the valley, two thin infantry lines traversed the entire valley, and the blue and white line undulated along. The terrain is looming, with flags flying, there are hundreds of thousands.
Although knowing that this wave of attacks is only a test, it is inevitable that people will feel surging. This is the real battle, how many people can see it with their own eyes? Let alone participate in it. Moreover, he understands that this battle will be his fame battle.
From then on, Feng? Dougning is another name that shines in Eruin's history.
He raised the spear in his hand and shouted hoarsely: "I will hold the spear first, and you will win from me! Long live Eruin! Long live the king!" With the sound of Sichuan and the wild, the Northern Allied forces responded in unison.
Cheers of a landslide and tsunami.
The roaring sound like water ripples caused ripples to the private soldiers of the nobles under Count Oeting. The private soldiers clenched the spears in their hands one by one, and the sweat was flowing down like a spring without knowing it. Count Oeting looked at his nervous subordinates and couldn't help sighing. This plan was too bold. How could his subordinates be competent
He looked back at Brando.
There was no trace of worry on Brando's face, he was listening to the words of the princess on the side with a calm expression. "I have heard Qing Overwell talk about Mr. Brando's heroic behavior in Ridenburg that day, but I don't know what was the scene when Mr. Brando launched the charge?" Princess Griffin looked at the northern army. , Also looks as usual.
At that time.
Brando smiled, "I didn't think too much, but people always have to survive. The same goes for nobles, and the same goes for civilians. In the face of life, there is no difference."
"Is this what Mr. Brando wanted to warn me?" Her Royal Highness asked keenly.
"No, it's just an idea."
Princess Griffin glanced at him.
Brando was counting silently in his heart, and he suddenly turned around and asked: "Antitina, how long will it be?"
"Less than ten meters, Lord Lord."
The lady of the staff yawned behind him and replied softly with red eyes.
The Brye’s brightly dressed infantry battalion is slowly advancing along the river valley in a row. For them, the position of the North Bank Princess Army where the streams meet is still a gray line that can’t be seen clearly. No one would have thought that they would. What was attacked at this time.
The priests of the Temple of Flames who accompanied the army began to chant prayers.
This is a fire protection spell, a large-scale blessing that gives the subject 1 point of protection and 1 point of fire retaliation. However, the increased protection of this spell conflicts with armor. Therefore, the lighter the armor, the more complete the benefits will be obtained, which complements the Bray infantry.
But it is this time.
Everyone on the entire battlefield saw a flash of light suddenly emitted from the Bree's infantry queue. Several Bree infantrymen were suddenly thrown high, and their bodies fell on the grass full of flowers like puppets.
Then did the explosion sound like a muffled thunder spread throughout Kawano—
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Background notes:
(1) Najo, a port developed by a fishing village near Ash Mountain in Yanila Suhang Province.