When Brando led the light cavalry forward fast in the forest and pointed out the undead scout cavalry in the valley that was groping forward, everyone was shocked.
As if the fantasy had become reality, the young man who led them really had the ability of foresight.
But only Leto and Voltaron guessed the gargoyle, but they didn’t have much time to think about it, because Brando had already issued an attack order, and more than fifty rides went straight down under the command of the young man. All possible retreats for the Skeleton Cavalry—it should be said that they have no retreat at all.
Because Brando knew how they would react.
When Brando arranged the assault route of the cavalry, his image in the hearts of these mercenaries was not only an excellent general to describe, but also magical. The beginning of the battle was kicked off by a horizontal sword wind. Four or five skeleton soldiers cut off, and then Brando rushed into the undead first. However, the skeleton cavalry who dared to stop him were often destroyed by a sword as soon as they entered the attack range. Seven or eight meters away—
Then there was only the commanding corpse in front of him.
A sword owl head.
When the team was gathered again, and the raid was repeated, the battle ended as if it were the same as the night before. Only one security cavalry accidentally hit a sword in the left rib, Brando left him, and the self-defense regiment following him took over, and then they continued to move forward.
Within a quarter of an hour, they defeated another undead scout cavalry on the other side of the hillside. After two battles, a total of three people were injured because of attrition—Brando naturally wanted to bandage them one by one, although he was just to open the plug-in—because his battlefield first aid took effect extremely quickly, even more abnormal than some hemostatic drugs.
But his subtle actions have earned him a very high reputation, although his prestige has been so high among the mercenaries before that, even Voltaron, who has been against him, could not help but think that Bran Most of the God of War descended.
Only the god of war "Mars" in the myth has such an overbearing strength.
But Brando felt a bit boring. The tactical movements of the Madara cavalry of this era are so rigid, far from the flexibility and change after the reform of Instaron. In his opinion, it is almost the same as training AI in the past.
But the only comfort is that he gained 779 experience points in the two battles and successfully reached level 17.
At the same moment, when the refugees led by Freya began to abandon the carriage, Madara found himself in greater trouble.
…
As we all know, the "dead maggot" Margus is a half zombie, and the rotten meat on its body always needs to be maintained at all times to ensure that it will not fall.
But it doesn't matter even if the bones are exposed, anyway, its necromancer apprentices will regularly supplement it. The rotten tendons and epidermis allow the zombie to be stronger and tougher than the skeleton soldier-just as a general, Margus arranges the rotten flesh on his body more aesthetically.
However, the news from the front line made it feel unusual. His apprentice necromancer sent more than a dozen ghosts to the south before nightfall, but only half of them returned regularly.
Is it the refugee team? Still a trap
Margus scratched his mutilated scalp with some doubts, and disturbed countless fat white maggots scattered from his forehead-these little things quickly got into the hollows in his eye sockets and cheeks. He chewed.
He marked the areas where the missing ghosts were responsible on the map, and there might be the possibility of the refugee team on that line.
But since the other party has the ability to counter his ghost, it means that this may not be that simple. He must ask those treacherous apprentice wizards to send a second batch of ghosts and confirm the news further. Margus roughly guessed how long it would take, but before then he could urge the zombie army in front of him to speed up further, better than the two boys, Alberton and Weisha, to complete the encirclement.
There is a saying in Madara: No matter how clever a mouse is, it can’t escape the sealed oil tank—
Under the attack of him, Kabais, Alberton, Vessa, Deren, Ledios, and Gurobu, no matter how cunning, this small group of refugees will eventually have nowhere to escape.
When the sun rises tomorrow morning, the area south of the Jianshi River Valley will be completely covered by the shadow of the blooming black roses of Bromanto, and Madara will surely win—
Margus stretched out his hand and stroked a ghoul who squatted down beside him like a dog. However, this half-zombie chief didn't know that when he took everything for granted, the squadron leader of the undead army in front of Brando was in a dilemma.
In fact, about a quarter of an hour ago, the black knight Sasar had confirmed that he had lost contact with his two ten-man Skeleton Cavalry, and he suspected that he had been targeted by an unknown Eruin army. . Therefore, it immediately sent spies to contact the 11th Squadron, which was not far from itself, but no matter whether Sasar sent the Ghost or the Skeleton Cavalry, there was no news in the end.
Now the black knight has realized that the problem may be a bit big.
…
When Brando and the mercenaries appeared on the top of the hill, they saw the undead squadron below stop and prepare to garrison. Bartom, Reto and Mano hadn't seen any clues from it, but Brando frowned secretly.
The quality of Madara’s mid- and lower-ranking non-commissioned officers is really amazing-the young man is eager for the opposing commander to choose to move closer to the friendly army in the other direction, so that they can take the refugees behind safely. Through this blank space.
However, the commander of this undead army made the most accurate judgment in the first time.
"What are they doing?"
Voltaron knew a little about Madara's tactics and couldn't help but ask. He looked at Brando again, no longer doubting the other's ability in his heart.
"Stay alert. The scout cavalry we cleaned up was too neat and gave them an illusion, probably thinking that an army three times the size of them was eyeing them." Brando replied.
"Triple? Then why don't they move closer to the friendly forces, aren't they here waiting to be divided and surrounded?"
"Their commander is waiting for friendly scouts."
"Aren't they afraid that we will also intercept those scouts?" Mano replied casually, wiping his scimitar.
Brando glanced at him, thinking that the scout wanted to cut it off? If they hadn't relied on the strongest scout unit among the "Amber Swords" such as the Gargoyle, how could they come and go freely within the search coverage of several undead army scouts so easily.
"Killing the scouts is equivalent to telling them that there are enemies in this direction. The reason why we solved the previous two squadrons is because Brando made an idea to eat this squadron." Reto explained.
"Then we don't have much time for such a category?" Manuo asked.
"One hour, end the battle and clean the battlefield." Brando replied.
…
It was almost twenty minutes later when Freya led the Self-Defense Regiment into the field.
When Sasar saw that the firs on the top of the mountain began to sway, he finally saw rows of soldiers with spears coming down from the top of the mountain. He was taken aback, the other party's outfit was not the same as any of the Whitemane Corps in his mind.
He couldn't help turning his head, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is the army?"
The corpse witch next to him immediately bowed his head respectfully: "It seems to be a militia."
"militia?"
Sasar was startled, can the militia quietly kill his two skeleton cavalry? The black knight felt that there was fraud, he couldn't help standing up on horseback and making a gesture behind him.
"Change bow and arrow—"
"Mark one hundred and forty feet, project, and release—"
The skeleton soldiers immediately untied their long bows around their waists and creaked them. Then the bowstring was loosened with a'hum', and a cluster of black arrows flew up high, swiftly drilling into the fir forest on the hillside.
The mountain breeze is very strong, and the arrows are basically inaccurate. But for the militia with little training, the deterrence is great. The Self-Defense Forces, which are slowly coming down from the mountain, paused for a while and suddenly became chaotic.
But they also have Freya. This girl with a long pony tail rode a horse from the left to the right of the team. She tried to inspire the mercenaries on the right and the light infantry of the Whitemane Corps and let them drive. Those militiamen attacked.
"Lower your body, lower your head, everyone! Remember what you learned during training! Don't stop, follow me, remember, this is a fight for your family—"
Freya took the lead, holding a long sword, and loudly encouraging.
At least it seemed that her work was fruitful. Under her encouragement, the militiamen quickly picked up the courage—the formation was reorganized again, and then slowly came down from the mountain.
Sasar frowned, and he ordered another wave of arrows to be released. After adjustment, the skull soldier's head was significantly higher this time, and several people in the first three rows of the militia rolled down in a rain of arrows.
However, after two projectiles, the militiamen became more calm. After overcoming the psychological fear, the effectiveness of the projectile weapon was not as great as imagined.
Sasar immediately changed a gesture and pointed to the female knight. The third wave of arrows was clearly directed at Freya. However, the back of her body armor immediately flashed with countless light spots, and every arrow that flew towards her was bounced off and fell to the side.
This almost mysterious scene left everyone in a daze, and then the militiamen cheered in unison, and couldn't help shouting Freya's name—
"The Elf Guards?" Seeing this scene, the black knight almost didn't get angry. Sasar wondered where this inexplicable army came from.
On the other side, Brando finally nodded until this moment, although he was a little clumsy on weekdays. But the scene before him proves that Freya is the Valkyrie in his mind after all, she was born for the battlefield.
He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.
Time is just right—
Brando then drew out the thorn of azure light, and the elven sword was gleaming in his hand, and the light suddenly appeared. The sudden flash of light on the battlefield stunned most people. There were people on both sides of the enemy who raised their heads and looked over here.
"Elven Sword!" Sasar recognized the sword at a glance, he almost screamed and subconsciously drew out the sword in his hand.
Brando raised the sword high and shouted: "Charles!"
On the one hand, the young wizard understood from his heart, and immediately raised the ruby in his hand and pointed to it: "Sharp, divided, the structure of the blade."
A layer of white thread immediately stretched along the elven sword in Brando's hand to the tip. They flashed once and disappeared, leaving only the blade after the spell was solidified-the thorn of light was originally extremely sharp, and now it is even more so. Unstoppable.
"The new day is here, Lord Lord, remember the maintenance cost." Charles said with a smile after casting the spell.
Brando smiled slightly.
Then he pointed his sword downward, and his sword pointed at the position of the black knight Sasar, which seemed to mean that the next battle was about to start.