A silver line appeared on the horizon. This silver line spread over the hills and river valleys, and the thunder was rolling. In a blink of an eye, it was close to the front, and people could see that they were countless silver steeds. These slender, beautifully curvy French war horses came to the border of the forest and began to slow down. They stopped slowly, shaking their ears, and posing on the meadow outside the forest, the tallest horse in the herd. , Raised his head and looked in the direction of the forest.
The wind shooter girls who had witnessed this scene were almost stunned. They cast their curious eyes on Metisa, and their hearts were full of admiration for the princess commander.
Metisa blushed slightly, but she calmed down quickly, and said calmly, "Guardian of Lin Ge, listen to my orders and get on the horse."
Upon hearing the order, the girls hurriedly put their long bows on their backs, walked out of the forest one by one, and cautiously came to the beautiful and unusual horses; but they immediately found that these horses were very friendly to them, not only did not have the slightest hostility, but also He lowered his head to get close to them, as if it wasn't the first time I met, but like a comrade-in-arms who had been with him for many years. The girls were both surprised and curious. While pulling down the hood of the cloak, they touched the mane of their mount affectionately, then grabbed the saddle, stepped on the stirrup, and turned on the horse one by one.
Their movements are extremely proficient, as if they have been trained.
The last one to mount was Fini. The chief tree elf archer was still shrunk at first, but when she got on her horse, she immediately became energetic and said happily: "It turns out that Lord Lord lets us train in equestrian skills every day. , Just for today!"
Brando grabbed the horse's rein and glanced back at her, "I don't know who was complaining during training."
Fei Ni replied without a heartbeat, "Isn't this also riding? This horse is really gentle. I have never seen such a good horse. It seems that riding on it has a sense of consonance."
Other girls also agreed.
Brando knew that the description of the effect of the card "Cavalry Preparation" of the Knights of Française was "Pay X wealth. Knights of Franca made X followers into cavalry. If they were already cavalry, they would gain flying ability. ', literally means to transform infantry into cavalry, not just to summon war horses, so these wind archer girls will feel the way they are now. It’s just that a person who has never ridden a horse even if he suddenly acquires riding skills, he will feel astonished the first time he sits on a horseback, so basic riding training is still necessary, even if it’s not effective in a short period of time. , At least let them be familiar with the feeling of being on horseback.
For this moment.
In the linden forest—
"Riding Archer?" Count Zlin asked incredulously.
Count Jacques shook his head slightly. Earl Zlin is obviously the kind of guy who doesn’t know anything about military affairs but likes hearsay: “The bow on their back is more than 1.5 meters. This is a typical infantry longbow. They won’t be able to use it at all, unless they wear a short bow, otherwise they are unlikely to be riders."
"Maybe they still have short bows, otherwise, what use do they call these horses for?"
"It's also possible." Count Jacques replied after thinking about it for a while. He couldn't figure out what the Tonigel people thought now. However, the Lord Earl was able to conjure a cavalry, which rekindled hope in his heart. He rubbed the hilt of the sword and began to consider when to cooperate with the Tonigal people to attack in order to reverse the situation.
On the position of Madara facing them far away, the blood rod was drawing the same conclusion, and the Eruin suddenly had a cavalry that could threaten its flanks, making it a bit arrogant. The army on the opposite side was really weird. It was thinking about what the commander of the other side wanted to do with the horse-riding shooter army, but it couldn't figure it out.
The other dark lords also found it incredible. They finally came to a unanimous conclusion that the horse-riding archer army next to it is likely to be a suspicious soldier distracting them from the Eruins. If it really divides the flanks, then the white lion infantry will do it later. When the five brigades attacked, the central position might not be able to support it. But letting such an army of'riding archers' wandering around on its own seemed not a way. In the end, the blood rod ordered the last remaining skeleton warrior regiment to go up, at least so that the other party could not harass its flanks.
Seeing the blood rod still behaving properly, Brando couldn't help but smile: "It's up to you now, Metisa."
"Lord Lord, the outcome has been divided, this time please let you personally lead us to charge." The silver elf little princess replied softly.
Brando nodded: "Call out the Tiger Sparrows."
Metisa blew a whistle, like a nightingale. After a while, more than a dozen knights came out from behind the woods on horseback. They came to the front, it was the tiger and a group of people, but the costumes were already very different from then. same. The tiger bird wears a set of delicate and heavy armor, which is somewhat white in the style of a white city. The shoulder armor is connected to the armpit leaf, and the sea monster pattern is painted with white paint. He uses a spear and hangs on his waist. The sheathed long sword and battle axe did not look like mercenaries, but rather knights. But Brando knew that this was the elite knight costume of the Far Eagle, which was the most famous mercenary regiment in the White City area.
Others are dressed similarly. Except for Sister Flor, the older sister of the wild elves is now wearing a leather gray robe. The cloak on the back seems to be made up of countless webbing ribbons. Under each webbing ribbon is a brass ring. The weird cloak also has a great background. It is a wizard robe. Each brass ring is engraved with a corresponding spell. It can be cast instantly in battle. It is a standard war wizard's costume. The younger sister of the wild elves, Tia, is wearing a wide white robe and a pointed wizard hat. She has become an official elf envoy, and is now on horseback smiling and looking at her lord.
Tiger Sparrow smiled and greeted Brando: "Lord Lord, it’s been a long time since we’ve been training for such a long time. Although the scenery of the Gem Plain is good, Rochelle’s evening is still prosperous and beautiful. But it still can't compare to this real world, not to mention that we are more yearning for a passionate fighting career."
"Tiger Sparrow, when did you talk so sternly," Brando was also a little sad: "It won't be anymore."
"Really?" Tia asked happily.
"of course it's true."
In fact, to maintain the Vanguard of White City, you only need to pay Wind 5 and Metis 20 mana every day. Brando nodded, but Flor snorted slightly. He looked over there unexpectedly, Wild Elf. Sister Zhong turned her face away, only let him see the pointed ears. "Sure enough, I am angry." Brando thought to himself. Card creatures are all emotional. I don't know what happened to Mordefense and Andrigue. I have my heart.
He glanced at the direction of the river bank. The battle has been very slow now. Madara is like a huge turntable, slowly turning in the rain, while Freya is commanding the White Lion Guard to break through the Spider Swordsman. The fragmented lines of defense, but the undead are different from human beings after all, even in this case, they still cause great trouble to Freya.
Brando clamped the horse's belly and drove the horse to the front of the Ringo Guard. He turned the horse's head, facing the Madara army, and whispered: "Go around the direction of the White Lion Guard's attack and follow me. Come."
The army moved.
Nearly a thousand pure silver war horses and the archer girls on their backs slowly bypassed the front of the White Lion Guard’s offensive, circling to the flanks of the blood rod army. The Viero and Madara’s undead stared at this scene closely. Although he knew that he was unlikely to be a terrible horse archer, letting such a large army directly threaten his empty flanks still made the blood rod vaguely uneasy. "Let our archer stare over there again," it told the corpse next to him: "Don't let the Eruins be too unscrupulous."
"Our archer may not be their opponent." A dark nobleman replied in a hoarse voice.
"Of course not their opponents. Those are elven archers. Our archers are just a display in front of them! But if they really wear a shortbow, then the shortbow is inferior to our longbow, you understand, fool!"
Brando watched the movement of the blood rod and thought that the old lord of Madara was also dripping water, but unfortunately, some things were destined to be unimaginable by its empty head. The Forest Song Guard moved forward slowly and stopped when it was about a thousand feet away from the blood rod army. Everyone didn’t understand what the cavalry with a longbow wanted to do at this distance, but they acted immediately. Gives the answer. Under everyone’s gaze, the wind shooter girls all got up and got off their horses, as if they had rehearsed countless times. They ran forward to the open ground to form a formation, and then raised their longbows in the voice of the command. Before the rod could react, the Eruin's feather arrows had already ascended into the sky.
The commanders of the undead raised their heads and looked at the dense light spots. They flew to the highest point and stopped for a while, and then whizzed to them. In an instant, the flanks of the blood rod seemed to be raining. This is different from Vieiro’s crossbowman volley. The wind archer’s arrows are faster, more penetrating and more accurate, and all of them are enchanted arrows with holy attributes. A round of arrows rain down, the flanks of the blood rod As if he had been combed by a comb, several rows of skeleton shooters fell down.
The blood rod can't stand it at once. At this distance, its skeleton shooter can't shoot the opponent at all, and can only be beaten. It never dreamed that this would be an infantry on horseback. At this moment, it only felt that the opposite commander was simply There is a hole in your brain, what are you thinking about, can't you fight a good war? However, the long-established dark lord still had to order the skeleton warriors to attack and drive away the army of elven archers, otherwise it would be crazy to let those archers shoot wantonly.
Brando’s wind shooter saw the skeleton army attack, did not rush, retreated into the array in an orderly manner, turned on his horse, and whizzed away, leaving only a distant back of the skeleton army who came; and They ran a distance, then stopped the horse under Brando's command, lined up again, and fired at the skeleton army.
The commanders of the undead are stupid right now, what should I do? Chasing, not catching up. Shoot, but can't shoot. If there is still a fear spirit, you can let the fear spirit entangle the opponent, and then send an army of skeletons to catch up to destroy the opponent in one fell swoop, but now the fear spirit has been exhausted, and the remaining ten or so heads are not enough for the opponent. A volley of fire. Of course, they also have cavalry. The problem is that if the cavalry is transferred, it is equivalent to letting the Lantonilan attack their other flanks wantonly, and it will only collapse faster.
The blood rod suddenly became as big as a fight, how can you fight this battle? If the opponent is just an ordinary cavalry, it can also use the undead's nearly unlimited endurance to drag down the opponent's mount. The problem is that the opponent's horses are obviously all summoned. When have you heard that the summoned creatures have endurance limitations? It’s nothing more than summoning, and each archer has three horses, even if one or two die, it doesn’t matter. It is now beginning to understand the mentality of Viskag’s pre-temporary mood, and it’s almost like crying without tears. What kind of army, the infantry can run faster than the cavalry, but the archer is equipped with three horses. This is clearly the configuration of elite cavalry. What is the opposing commander thinking
"This..." Count Jacques couldn't help being stunned when he saw this scene from a distance: "This is Faenza's dragoon tactics..."
"To equip a shooter with three horses, the Lord Earl is also rich enough." Earl Zlin also sighed.
"Those horses were summoned." Earl Jacques saw that his colleague had a misunderstanding and had to explain, but he still sighed in his heart. Now he is the only one who can play this tactic in Eruin. Lord Earl. He has not yet figured out how the other party summoned these sacred war horses, and who is that sacred Earl Tonigel? But now he suddenly understood something, and only this class of characters can turn Amperthel's battle on his own.
"We are all a little too small, Earl Zlin." He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.
The situation on the battlefield has gradually begun to become clear.
The scorched blood rod had to let one of its own skeleton warriors drag the opponent's wind shooter—or rather, give it to the opponent to eat; its only hope was that the opponent's elf shooter could eat a little slower, so that it could Freed up, first dealt with the white lion infantry on the river beach. Although the elven shooter army was disgusting, it was not the army that controlled the battlefield. Its planning seems to be very successful. Brando’s wind archer also has two saint-attribute enchanted arrows. Naturally, it is impossible to waste them on this skeleton army. They can only be slowly consumed with ordinary arrows from a distance.' There is life's power. In this way, the blood rod finally won time.
It finally mobilized the spider swordsmen of the two regiments to its front, plus the original skeleton warrior regiment and two skeleton archer regiments. For the first time, Madara had an absolute overwhelming presence on the front of Brando’s White Lion Guard. Sexual strength.
At this time, the White Lion Guard had just cleaned up the rest of Viskag and Mogkin, using the two brigades commanded by Hippamira and Freya as the tip of their spears, and directly attacked Madara's own formation. The time for the final decision on the battlefield seems to have appeared at this moment. The armies of both sides strangled at one point, and Eruin’s magician group once again played. The fireball spread far across the entire valley and landed on Madara’s. In the army.
Then after nearly half an hour of silence, the corpse witch and the skeleton mage began to fight back for the first time. Green and golden light beams flew across the two armies. Soon, the Eruin magician group began to fall silent. Go down.
"Haha!" The dark mercenaries from the Dead Moon Sea naturally knew what this meant best. They couldn't help screaming excitedly: "Their wizards have no mana!"
Confidence seemed to have returned to these dark nobles all at once, and for a moment they almost thought that they had failed, "Masha is here, the victory will ultimately belong to the Black Rose of Bromanto!" Someone even yelled. It's a pity that the undead army has no morale, otherwise the morale will definitely be boosted at this moment, maybe it will directly kill the White Lion Legion to lose its helmet and remove its armor.
Compared with the rejoicing of the Madara nobles, the Vieiro people are much depressed. Count Zlin has asked them several times to immediately send troops to help the Tonigelians. It was this guy who asked to retreat first. It was this guy who was the most fanatical, but Earl Jacques had already clearly seen the nature of this guy, and only shook his head indifferently. He stared at the battlefield, the time was far from coming, he believed that Lord Earl must have a back hand.
Charles stood in the wizard's phalanx, looking at the a hundred times brighter green light in the corpse witch's phalanx in the direction of Madara. He probably guessed what the opponent was thinking, but he calmly waited until the opponent's third round of attacks. , Just snapped his fingers at his subordinates.
"The magic barrier can be undone."
In the traditional wizard battle, the wizard's first three rounds of attacks are the most violent and concentrated, and especially when they are aware that they have exhausted their mana, the opponent will definitely double their efforts and want to eradicate them in one fell swoop. All the other party's guesses were correct, but only one thing was wrong. After the magic barrier was removed, everyone in the Tonigelian magician group made the same action.
They opened the small leather bag on the belt—there were three such small bags—and then took out a bottle filled with light blue liquid, frowned, pinched their noses, and poured their heads up. The next moment, these wizards were originally The exhausted mental power surging again in an instant.
The blood rod is a corpse witch, its vision is sheltered by the power of the law, so it can clearly see such a scene a few miles away. Of course it understands what the other wizard is drinking, and it is not unseen. I have used mana potions, but there are so many mana potions, it is really never seen. Hundreds of bottles of mana disappeared in an instant, and the reason for consuming them was just to defeat it. Only those who really deal with magic understand what this means. At that moment, the blood rod just wants to cry, if possible. , It almost wanted to run over and give the opponent's commander a head-on: Knowing that he was so valuable, he simply asked the opponent to give it these mana potions, and then he could directly surrender.