After Valhalla witnessed the hospitality of this lord, little Pello no longer doubted who was the most powerful person in Eruin. When everyone else was surprised by the grand scene of Valhalla, he stayed. Mindful. His mind has always been more flexible, so he can notice the elven girls who are responsible for receiving them, all of them are the most outstanding archers among the tree elves, and he noticed the magic armor worn by the non-commissioned officers of the White Lion Guard. This is definitely not the energy that local nobles in a small country like Eruin should have. He thought to himself that those who oppose the Lord Earl are definitely real idiots, especially those nobles north of Eruin, who are all real pussies, a disc of loose sand, not worth mentioning.
This Lord Lord is absolutely capable of transforming this small kingdom according to his own wishes. At a glance, he can tell that he is a man with lofty ambitions, and he is definitely worthy of them. But before he could speak, Alea on the side rushed to say; the guy curled his lips, as if holding this sentence early, if he didn’t say it as soon as possible, he would die for a while: "Lord Lord comes out to hunt, don’t mind If you do, you can invite guests, and we happen to be free to help you hunt a bear, an elk, or something in this forest."
"This damn, reckless idiot!" Little Pello wanted to kick Alea, but privately had to admit that the latter’s straightforwardness was sometimes a good method: "It’s just that the Cruz’s face Tell him to lose everything."
Brando smiled and replied solemnly: "As a host, I am ashamed to entertain guests with a few stinky bones."
"Lord Lord, according to the tradition of our Cruz people, not all the prey caught are to be grilled on the bonfire, you can nail their heads to the wooden board and hang them in the room."
"Hang the stinking head of the blood stick in the room? I don't seem to have such a bad taste." Brando secretly said, "But it's almost the same for this kind of thing." He cast his gaze to the side. Little Pello, understand that this young man is the one who can speak in this group of knights. Of course, there is Lenaret who acquiesced in acquiescence, but the eldest son of the emperor has been very simple and has rarely left the camp during this period. He is like an aristocratic daughter who is afraid of seeing the light.
Little Pello lowered his head: "My lord, the bear and the elk will certainly not escape your palm, but I think the hunters may still have some problems."
"hunter?"
"My lord, in winter, hunters often invite relatives and friends when they go hunting, and try to choose more experienced hunters, because everyone wants to be the first to shoot the best prey. "
Brando snorted in his heart, already aware of what the other party wanted to say, and frowned: "You continue talking."
"My lord, I have studied some history of Cruz’s earlier wars. Except for the war between the temple and the temple, most of the wars between the lords below are relatively simple and full of variables. This is not to say that they don’t want to. Arrange a subtle plan to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, but most of the lords understand what their servants are. Their actions are often affected by hotheads or unnecessary fears. They often act in private and destroy the entire situation. Therefore, the territory The war between them is often compared who makes fewer mistakes."
Little Pello almost said that his plan was on paper. Brando blushed. Fortunately, he couldn't see it on a misty rainy day. In the past, the battles he commanded were executed by professional players. Players The so-called gap in execution and discipline is compared to the modern army, but for the noble army of this era, it can be regarded as a model. In China, even small and medium guild players can compete with the White Lions in terms of discipline and execution. Large guilds are even more powerful. After all, as long as they are not very unreasonable or restrict personal freedom, most players are not. Will have trouble with his own guild points. These past memories gave him an illusion that he almost forgot that it was neither the player nor the disciplined White Lion Corps who cooperated with his actions, but the duke who was not even comparable to the Southern Legion and the Van Meer Legion. Private armies, these armies are mostly miscellaneous armies made up of seven or eighty-eight lords and their knights and entourages. It's strange that there will be no problems.
His thinking is affected by the fixed situation in the game. Fortunately, Pello and the others are the most professional soldiers at this time. They have received good battle history and battlefield analysis training, and they can see the loopholes in his arrangement at a glance.
He couldn't help but glance at this thin young man again. The other party didn't have a word of nonsense. Only one sentence of analysis established their position in his mind. "It seems that it is right to let these folding sword knights join this battle. "Choose," Brando thought to himself: "It is worthy of being the future star of the Cruz people. It is not inferior to the rumors. At least so far, the sale has not been lost."
"The current situation is already like this, how to remedy it?"
"My lord, there is no need to remedy the situation. The situation on Madara's side is no better than ours. Even this military operation is the product of a momentary fever for Madara. The blood rod brought the body of the dead moon. Dark lords who have gone through many battles, but those lords are no different from our lords. Their army is also full of hot-headed and wrong judgments. This battle is equal to the opportunities for both of us, not to mention that we are still There is an opportunity, and the military power is far better than those bones. In my opinion, victory is inevitable."
Brando calmed down and realized this. What little Pello said before was just to remind him not to take it for granted, and at the same time highlight their role.
"My lord, what we are more concerned about in comparison is where you plan to use us."
"You are not suitable for appearing on the frontal battlefield for the time being, but right now there is just a place that can be used for you. If those lords really start to frighten the snake, it will inevitably not need an army to go around behind the army of blood rods and delay. The step that the bone frame turns in."
Little Pello glanced at the Count Tonigel with some appreciation, thinking that this was also a wise man, and he understood what he meant. But they also have their own pride, and replied indifferently: "My lord, the army of blood rods will not be able to move a step, rather than being delayed."
"This is the Cruz man!" Brando thought, but it is not impossible for a knight group with an average strength above gold and hundreds of people to block the blood rod's retreat.
"Don't make too much noise."
"I will set up the position as the White Lion Guard under Lord Lord, and we will evacuate before the others arrive."
Brando smiled. Talking to smart people is easy. He looked at the folding sword knights and couldn't help but feel a little pity. If these people were all Eruins, how good would it be? "Do you want to think of a way to keep them?" This thought suddenly flashed in his mind, but then he shook his head. This question is too special. For Little Pello and the others, they lose the sense of military glory, and I am afraid that the future will also grow. Not for the real star, the twisted melon is not sweet, "Forget it, take one step and count one step, besides, Eruin is not without geniuses."
After getting a positive reply from Brando, the sword knights that had been depressed for a month seemed to be rejuvenated. These young knights were full of energy. How could they be idle and learn that they can go to battle and kill the enemy? After that, I couldn’t help but a joy, and the preparations of Pello, Brende and Alea also went very smoothly. In fact, the Knights of Folding Swords have been straining a string all the time, waiting up and down. Brando's final reply, so there is no need to prepare at this time, but in half an hour, everyone can get ready to go.
Of course, it can also be seen that these young people from Cruz are well-trained. If they are placed in the general noble cavalry, even if they are prepared beforehand, they will take at least an hour or two to prepare.
At this time, Freya arrived in Brando's army under the escort of several highland knights.
The arrival of the Valkyrie brought bad news to Brando.
Sure enough, as Little Pello expected, the vassals of Grand Duke Vieiro hurriedly launched an attack before Brando arrived. After learning the news from Eco, she immediately took the first step towards Brando. Report more. According to Freya, in order to cooperate with Vieiro's army, Lantonilan's army and the Highland Knights also launched an attack. Now the battlefield between the two sides is unfolding in the middle of the Slovak hills, and they are fighting hard.
After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but look at Brando's face, thinking that he would be furious, but she didn't expect Brando to just shook his head with a wry smile, as if she had expected it: "Freya, you Go get ready. The White Lion Guard is waiting for the order to attack. Medissa will cooperate with you. This is the first real war in Tonigel's army. I will also give you the command of the Wind Archer."
"Brando?"
"The armies of Vieiro and Lantonilan have moved, and we must also speed up our pace to cooperate with them. If they want to suffer, let them get better."
"But is this okay?"
"It's okay, the blood rod can't win, it's just that some people will suffer a big loss. On the contrary, it is us, Freya. This is the first battle between the White Lion Guard and the Wind Archer. I hope they can give this. All the enemies of the kingdom left a deep impression."
"All enemies?"
Brando nodded.
In his heart, those rotten, withered vines and branches blocking the progress of this kingdom are about to be wiped out. Eluin will usher in a new life from this moment, and the sapling planted in Tonigel will finally germinate and take root at this moment.
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The war began on a gentle slope to the west of the Slovan hills. The entire slope runs east-west. On the slopes there is a dense linden forest. As early as a day ago, an aristocratic knight from Vieiro took him with him. The attendants came to ambush in this woods. The knight master named Plancher was neither the confidant of Grand Duke Vieiro nor his important retainer. Seriously speaking, he was just an insignificant little person. He came from the barren territories of the Quiet Wind Forest. He was a real man. A poor and white character, he came to this muddy water for two purposes only. The first purpose is to make money, and the second purpose is to enter the vision of Lord Duke. In order to realize this ambition, he became a seller of wealth, and started the team by smashing pots and irons. Centaur, for the first time in his life, rode on a horse, put on a tailor-made leather armor, painted an emblem on the shield, picked up the flag, and came to Slovakia with the army. This is even more than his hometown. More poor and white places.
However, although Master Plancher is both greedy for money and well-known, he is not the kind of hot-headed young man. He had inquired clearly before he came. This time he went out to deal with Madara's bones. Regarding the legend of those bones, it is really impossible to say for three days and three nights. During the first Black Rose War, there was even a Madara army that entered the province of Vieiro along the Anlek Mountains. Although Plancher has never really seen these terrifying opponents, he has also heard about their brutality from various channels.
Before really making up his mind to give it a go, the knight master also thought about it again and again, but in the end a bold plan took shape in his heart. He didn’t know a legend he heard from there. He heard that Madara’s bone frames were controlled by corpses. As long as those corpses were killed, the bone frames would naturally lose the ability to fight, and the corpses themselves had no fighting power. , Once someone turns around to attack, it's like fish on a chopping board. In this way, Plancher had a plan in his mind. He wondered why didn't he hide, wait until the skeleton army passed, and then rushed out to slaughter those corpses who had no power to bind chickens, and finally fished one effortlessly. Remember the great merit; although the knight master did not know a big word in his life, he was very satisfied with his plan. He felt that he might belong to the kind of handsome talent who was born with commanding ability. Although the army of blood rods has not arrived yet, he is probably I have already seen the scene where I will ban Hou Baixiang in the future.
However, in Slow French, Plancher realized that there seemed to be a gap between ideals and reality. First, after the autumn in the hills, there was a light rain, which caused great trouble to the army stationed in the forest, including the knight master. Inside, I have to march in a damp environment every day, and my feet are muddy. Every day in the evening, the whole person seems to be rolling in the mud, but the most sad thing is that I don’t even have a dry and comfortable place to sleep. Sometimes you can only wrap your cloak and stay in the mud all night. Plancher had suffered this, and within two or three days he complained like others, except that there was no curse. Fortunately, half a week after it started to rain, the army finally entered the designated ambush area.
But it’s a pity that Plancher found that the situation in front of him was a little different from what he imagined. In his imagination, the so-called ambush was to hide in the valleys on both sides, wait until the army of blood rods passed, and then they suddenly slammed out and cut off the bones. , Of course, he will hide at the end, just waiting to get rid of those who are best to deal with the corpse witch. But when he arrived in Slovakia, the knight master realized that it was not the same thing at all. The entire battlefield was beyond his imagination. At first glance, there were undulating mountains everywhere, only the rolling hillsides were connected to one piece. In the woods, there is no way to see where it is, let alone tell the direction.
Under such circumstances, Plancher felt that he was afraid that it would be difficult to figure out which direction Madara's army came from, let alone the whimsical thing of going around to kill the corpse witch. At this time, the big men above began to divide the area piece by piece, and then designated these scattered knights and lords to station in their own ambushes in turn, and our Plancher was divided into such a piece of linden. In the woods.
That's all.
However, Master Plancher was obviously always optimistic. Under such circumstances, he asked him to find out the surrounding situation. He soon discovered that most of the people who were stationed around him were poor and white knights who were about the same as himself, with ambitions to take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit. This discovery made him feel tremendous pressure. He had always thought he was. One of a kind, or someone with adventurous spirit, and daring to seize this opportunity to climb the sky in one step, but he didn't expect that there are so many brave guys like himself, so he immediately began to feel that time was pressed.
Fortunately, this morning, he was received by a big man, of course—with the other knights—but this was enough to make Plancher take it seriously, because it is said that the man was someone close to Grand Duke Vieiro. Heavy minister. Of course, the content of the interview was about making them more vigilant, because the blood rod had been in contact with the scouts of Vieiro's army earlier yesterday.
But Plancher, by virtue of his innate keenness, heard another meaning from the other party's words, that is, under the acquiescence of allowing them to not be ordered at the right time and do not need to wait until the scheduled time to initiate attack.
Because the big man also said that opportunities on the battlefield are fleeting, and good knights must learn to seize opportunities by themselves. Of course, if Plancher knew a little bit of military common sense, he would understand that this is just a bullshit. If Brando were here, he might sneer that these Vieiro nobles had done so obviously in order to fight for merit.
But almost everyone thinks that victory is in sight, and a little indulgence does not seem to be a bad thing.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with Plancher. He just thought it was a good sign anyway.
And this good omen continues.
That afternoon, he finally saw a small group of skeleton knights running past the linden forest. And immediately after this skeleton cavalry, there appeared a skeleton army. This skeleton army was about a few hundred in number, but Plancher certainly couldn't count it. He just felt that he had never seen so many undeads, densely packed. All over the hillside—this must be the army of the undead.
He was extremely nervous, but a desire for credit and money calmed him down, as if he had overcome his fear. He felt his heart beating, and the coveted opportunity was right in front of him.
Sure enough, but after a while, he saw a line of bone racks holding a staff and wearing a robe appeared in his field of vision. If he was familiar with Madara's army, he would definitely recognize these as skeleton wizards who cast detection spells among the forwards and were responsible for supporting the scout troops, but for Plancher, they had only one identity.
Corpse witch.
The opportunity is here!
Plancher said to himself secretly.
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