The people in the woodland at dusk leaned back, and the roar of the ground dragon reverberated through the woods, like a huge monster clashing around in the forest, which made people feel uneasy, and the White Legion was in it. The land travel dragon knights felt as if feather arrows were flying from all directions by themselves, and they did not know how many people were lying in ambush in the dark, and they had to choose to retreat temporarily.
The setting sun swayed across the long stretch of ridge in the valley, the sky and the earth were orange-red, and the flame-like hair of Uta looked dazzling in the setting sun. After she opened the long crossbow and shot several arrows, she saw The pioneer knight of the Cruz people began to step back and immediately ordered the young wizard around him: "Quickly, follow the plan!"
"Head, you have to let me take a breath," Crew was so tired that the sweat on his forehead was like a waterfall, and he couldn't help complaining loudly: "Do you think this kind of large-scale illusion is just for use, let alone two. indivual."
"Don't talk nonsense, this is an order, if you can't do it, I will cut your head with one sword."
Crewe couldn't help cursing in his heart, completely ignoring that the creator of this plan was still the Mel who had praised him before, but the cursing returned to the curse, he still chanted the spell as fast as he could-he took the wand in his hand. Young, a hazy army suddenly appeared under his command, just like the mountain fog gathered out of thin air, people hoisting in the fog, outlining the outline of a cavalry ready to go, Kru shivered to maintain himself The staff in his hand was sweating, and the army also went through the forest parallel to the retreating Cruz knights, and slew towards the flanks of their brigade.
The hesitation distance is at least two or three hundred meters apart, through the trees, the light is dim, and the Cruz Knights are in a state of panic. They don’t have much time to confirm the authenticity of this cavalry. When they see this cavalry is facing their own. When one side outflanked, I couldn’t help being frightened. There was obviously a large army lying in front of them. If the cavalry was allowed to outflank them and cut their way back, wouldn’t they all have to explain here? Don’t look at what they escorted. Thousands of skeletons, but the gadgets actually have no combat effectiveness, unless the number is really large to tens of thousands, Madara puts tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers on the frontal battlefield as a counting unit. In order to avoid people's eyes and eyes, they are escorting them. It's just a batch of this army of skeletons. If the army of tens of thousands of skeletons were all here, it would be almost the same.
Without thinking about it, the headed knight immediately shouted a warning to the end of the woodland. At the same time, he took out a flare from his backpack under the saddle, raised his hand and inspired the magic rune in it, and shot a dazzling one into the air with a bang. The dazzling signal bounced.
The red and dazzling light slowly rises above the valley, like a bunch of fireworks, blooming in mid-air—
Sir Marjorie’s head lifted accordingly, and the striking light reflected in his eyes. The dozens of guard knights beside him who did the same actions were all looking up at the sky, but Ma Ruo Li reacted in just a moment, turned his head, waved his hand, and roared: "There is an ambush, back to back, formation, Argentine, Pierre, let those bones move to prevent the cavalry from attacking!"
It has to be said that as the first line of the Cruz Empire, the performance of the knights of the White Legion is perfect. They did not panic at all, as if they acted in a circle in an instant, and the huge earth-traveling dragons are here. Under the taming of these excellent riders, they lowered their bodies one by one, allowing them to level their spears, and with a soft sound, a row of spears forest stood up.
The named knights came out one by one and began to form a team for the skeletons. In fact, they didn’t need to do anything. The undead had no morale and would not panic because of the surprise attack. Under the command of the manipulator, they Soon it became tighter from the marching formation, gathered in rows to prevent the possible impact of the cavalry. Those knights in charge of the whole team found that their only role seemed to be a good standard-bearer, for every skeleton column. Just mark the position on the battlefield.
However, within ten minutes, an orderly and rigorous array has appeared in the forest—
And seeing this scene happen from a distance, several young people from Eruin clearly showed surprises on their faces, even Mel, the proponent of the plan, is no exception—know that in a war Making a battle plan is only one aspect, but the script does not go according to the set is another aspect. This is related to many factors, not only relying on genius to solve the problem, for example, some commanders are cautious and some commanders are reckless. , Under the circumstances that neither the enemy nor I are known, in fact, many of the ever-changing situations on the battlefield can only be decided by Master Martha.
At this time, the young knights on the side of Elu couldn't help screaming out in their hearts: Bless Martha!
"Don't relax, it won't last too long." After all, Uta is a mercenary leader. At this time, I don't forget to pour cold water on these ecstatic young people: "If you say no, you will have a bloody battle. How long this army of Cruz people drags on depends on your abilities."
But a few young people were obviously a little excited, thinking that the Cruz people were nothing but this, and they didn't listen to her much. Uta knew what they were thinking and couldn't help sighing. She was actually not optimistic about the next battle. The Cruz people performed better than she expected. The combat literacy of these exotic knights is by no means comparable to that of ordinary troops, even if they are. The White Lion Guard under Lord Lord that she had seen in Tonigel may not be stronger than this, or even worse.
Cruz is Cruz. How can the empire's spirit be comparable to a small country like Eruin
But she also knew that she could no longer speak to admonishment at this time, the military spirit was available, and she would not do things that hurt her morale, but she didn't know how much these young people could survive. She looked at Mel, the young man from the Royal Knight Academy also frowned slightly, but on the whole he was much less worried than her.
At least the Cruz people have moved, and it’s not easy to change their formations on the battlefield. Even if they find something wrong, it takes at least a lot of minutes to make a new decision, plus the time to re-adjust their formation, dragging them here. An hour is more than enough, but that is not enough. The terrain must be used to fight these knights for as long as possible. Yuta glanced at the setting sun, and only hoped that the solar energy would go down earlier. After dusk, it would be difficult for the Cruz people to figure out how many people there are in the forest.
In fact, as soon as the vanguard knights of the White Legion rushed out of the forest, Marori and the knights around him had already discovered the anomaly. Unlike the knights who fled back in desperation, they could judge the current situation more calmly. Regarding the situation, what Marori worries about is how many people are in front, and from whom? Is it the army of the Ludwig nobles? Or the Black Legion? Or the army in Fattan Harbor? He was thinking about this question all his mind, until the sound of rumbling horseshoes rang in the forest.
"The sound of horseshoes?" Sir Ma Ruoli was taken aback, thinking that the light cavalry was coming. It was not surprising that light cavalry was easier to deploy than heavy cavalry in this kind of terrain, just like the ground dragon knights under him. I can only defend passively, but the problem is that the sound of horseshoes is too dense.
For a knight as old as he is, it's like instinct. From the sound of footsteps and horseshoes, he can judge the enemy's direction and approximate scale, and even speed and other factors, although not to mention how many factors. Accurate, but guessing is generally not a problem. The familiarity of war has long penetrated into the blood of these professional knights, and Ma Ruoli quickly realized the problem. Such dense horseshoes meant that at least one light cavalry was advancing quickly in the woodland in a dense formation.
This is too unreasonable.
At this time, the priest accompanying him also reminded him at the right time: "Mr. Cavalier, look at the cavalry in the forest," a priest who seemed to be in his twenties at most pointed to the direction of the forest and said to him: "That one. The cavalry doesn't look like a real existence, it is most likely an illusion caused by a spell."
Maruoli was not familiar with magic, but this sentence was completely enough for him, and he immediately realized that he had been fooled. "That cavalry is a fake, watch out for the enemy's tricks!" He exclaimed.
Before he finished his words, the army that had broken through the fog suddenly dissipated, like diffuse fog, dissipating invisible in the forest.
At this time, no one understood, he was a false alarm.
"Oh," Crewe couldn't help screaming at the side of Uta and others, and shouted with shame and anger: "The spell has failed. Someone has cancelled my spell!"
He looked like he had just been fished out of the water. He was wet, but it was dripping sweat. After casting these two spells, he was completely unable to move, supporting the shining silver tree on the side. Gasping for breath.
"It's okay, it's none of your business, Crewe, you did a good job. They should have seen it. The priests who are with the army are the ones who shot." Yuta comforted him: "Next you hide to the side and rest. Restore the magic, don't get close to the battlefield, we will attract their attention."
Crewe was weak, but he couldn't help jumping up when he heard these words. Although he had been swearing in his mouth before, he knew very well that the next battle was the most dangerous. If he wanted to hold down this Cruz cavalry, not only had to make the opponent not know how many of them there were, but he also had to make the opponent feel painful. That's right, this will definitely be a tough battle, maybe it will cost blood and life.
Anyone here may die here, and he is certainly no exception.
"I want to be with you, you can never leave me." He retorted loudly.
"The first priority of a wizard on the battlefield is to protect yourself." The head of the beautiful mercenary shook her head coolly, with red hair like an unfolding flame, she smiled and said to the young wizard.
"This..." Crewe suddenly found that almost all of his companions were on the side of his head, and couldn't help but stare: "You..."
But before he finished speaking, he felt that someone was hitting hard behind him, and his eyes went dark, and he fell down suddenly.
Mel reached out to catch him, then looked up and gave Yuta a wink.
"We need someone to send a message to the lord, this task is entrusted to him, you go and arrange him, and make a magic mark on the tree—"
Mel nodded, turned around and disappeared in front of everyone.
Uta drew his sword after he left, and turned around and said calmly to the young knights in front of him: "Don't look at me with such a tragic expression. We are not going to die. What are you afraid of? What? Before this day, have you ever thought that you would gallop on the cruz empire and fight against the world’s number one opponent like the White Legion. Perhaps some of you will sleep here, but no one dared to laugh at it. You, because your opponents are so powerful and respectable, but once you succeed, then our name will be resounded on the land of Warend after today."
The young man's eyes couldn't help but shine brightly, the blazing flame is the determination of a gambler, and the endless desire and pursuit of victory.
"Remember your name, we are the White Lion Guard. It was the Lord Lord who gave you this name. He has never failed, and the same is true for you." The sword in the hand of the head of the mercenary drew a flash under the sunset. The bright arc points forward, like a straight faith, indestructible and shining: "Follow me and let this lion show its minions."
The young knights suddenly promised, shouting in unison: "Fight for Eru, glory in my body, glory is my sword!"
Under the sunset, the mountains seemed to sleep forever.
Sir Marjorie made his own judgment in the first place.
There won't be too many enemies, otherwise you don't have to make a fool of yourself. The other party's purpose is obviously to try to keep oneself here. This is not an ambush, but an interception. But the problem is how many people are involved in the interception. If there are not too many, then he can choose to break through the encirclement forcefully, but if there are too many, then head-on collision may cause a bloody blow.
He suddenly fell into hesitation.
The empty valley in front of the Cruze was like an open mouth, full of unknown and uneasy.
"Master Cavaliers, it's time for you to make a decision." After the crowd separated, a middle-aged man in a robe came out from behind and said to Marori: "The people in front are obviously delaying time. They may be Waiting for reinforcements, we cannot stay here for too long."
Sir Marory looked back at this man. The man's face was as pale as a vampire, and so thin that it could be blown down by a gust of wind. Sir Marory looked back at him, his eyes on the dark crystal in his hand. The ring couldn't help but nodded: "Don't worry, Archmage Ansiri, we will definitely send you to Valach safely."
The man smiled contemptuously: "You don't need to call me a great mage. I know what identity I am. I know in my heart that I am not urging you, but I just want to remind us that we still don't know where the people in front come from. In such a situation, it is best for one party to make a decision quickly, so as not to have many dreams at night."
Sir Marori nodded slowly, then looked at his knights.
"Tentative offense—"
"and many more."
"What's the matter again?" A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Sir Marori's eyes.
"It's better to let my skeletons come. The noble knights of the empire were wasted on temptation. It would be too uneconomical, and my men were originally used for this, and they are considered dead." The man rubbed his ring and replied slowly. .
Ma Ruoli was very angry that this person compared life and cost-effectiveness, but knew that he was out of good intentions, and the expression on his face was slightly relaxed, so he nodded.