The dwarf spat on the axe, grabbed the corners of his sleeves and polished the ax to a crisp. He held the battle ax tightly and raised his head with a murmur. Above the dwarf's head, in the howling north wind,
A flag was spread out like a dazzling flame, with the silhouette of a gray rhinoceros painted on it.
A longing figure is walking out of the edge of the forest, like a ghost from ancient legends, wandering at the end of the forest.
"Come on, let me see what you are capable of." Silisa muttered, flipping the ax with his stubby hands, and a pair of small eyes embedded next to the big nose, looking attentively.
In that direction, "Let's see if you are bragging or if you can really defeat these people."
The dwarf had a trembling beard, grasped the ax tightly with both hands, lowered his shoulders, opened his mouth slightly - revealing a mouth of white teeth, and suddenly shouted: "vah adaaaam——!"
Waves of deep voices echoed.
Feimoun Huiyan pushed away his deputy and came to the edge of Juma. With his scorched yellow eyes, he silently looked at the boundary line of the forest glade - the gray figures, one flag after another,
Spreading out under the forest canopy, he could distinguish at least two types, one was a gray background with flowing wind patterns drawn on it - and three types of battle robes of different colors.
The wind brought a low roar that lingered in his ears.
It's like thousands of voices echoing together, shocking people. It's like seeing the scenery from the south of Eldron in an instant, with low valley forests, gurgling streams, high mountains, and white snow. And the wilderness
Above, the gray-maned dwarves are smearing the blood of frost lizards on their cheeks, holding high their black warhammers, and launching an overwhelming offensive against their enemies.
'He' vaguely remembered that scene, as if he was dreaming back to that era. The chill in the snowy wind made him shiver involuntarily. He saw rows of adventurers walking out of the forest. He had never thought that
These people will be so disciplined and silent, as if they were a real army.
No one knows how they coordinate. There seems to be a silent eye in the darkness, watching this queue that spans nearly two or three miles - from the beginning to the end, the error will not exceed five meters. Even if the gray men under him
Even knights cannot form such a neat square formation.
Feimon Gray Flame put his hand on the horse and involuntarily exerted force. The sharp metal gloves made a creaking sound, and ice ridges were falling layer by layer on the wood.
There is movement.
I don’t know where the news came from, but it spread throughout the community.
People's eyes were searching the map, and they couldn't help but worry about Fang Plover and others. Why should they attack the left wing? Isn't the mercenary camp on the right side of Bader Black Feather more like a weak link?
The great knight on the left is Feimon Gray Flame. This man is the highest officer of Gray Owl Town. Not only is he more familiar with the nearby terrain, he is also obviously much more difficult to deal with than the little-known knight on the right.
Is not it?
Bard-Black Feather stands in the camp.
He pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and slowly rubbed the dragon-shaped counterweight with his pitch-black guard. He leaned sideways to listen to the report, but did not make a decision for a long time.
He raised his head in silence, staring at the cedar crown, the pointed pine branches, and the howling wind and snow in the night sky. The wind swept the flames of the bonfire, causing the embers to swirl and fly to the tops of the trees, flickering.
The light of Mars is like the light in his eyes.
The other party actually attacked Feimon's camp, which was really great news. The main force there was the Gray Knights of the Temple. Even if they were unable to fight back, they could still sustain it for a long time.
The alliance officials standing aside were secretly happy - perhaps because the other party did not conduct intelligence analysis seriously, or perhaps because the other party did not know the arrangement at all, but they made a mistake and fell into the worst choice. But he
He opened his mouth and suddenly retracted his words. He had thought of this, but would the other party have also thought of it?
Could this be a conspiracy? Judging from the other party's previous performance, it is entirely possible. But if they stand still, what if the other party also anticipates this and uses their tactics?
The boundless night seems to amplify the panic in everyone's heart. Their understanding of this battlefield is limited to the range that can be reached by the light of the bonfire in front of them - the darkness in the distance swallows everything, and there are enemies lurking everywhere in the forest.
.
The flames crackled and burned, and the silent silence was like spreading anxiety. The alliance officials stared at the dancing firelight, and an almost absurd thought came to their minds:
He considered these two levels, but which level was the other party on?
"We have to take action, Lord Watcher," the knight staff finally spoke. "Whether the other party is attacking Lord Feimoen's camp, or waiting for us to fall into a trap, we need to make a decision."
Bader Black Feather tapped the hilt of the sword lightly with his fingertips, and finally made a judgment:
"Send out the scouts."
"hold on."
The watchman still looked calm on his face.
But when the alliance official on the side heard this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. In fact, he also believed that Feimoen and his Gray Knights could resist for a while and not lose so quickly. The other party may have superb investigation methods.
and the ability to isolate the battlefield, but these methods are of no use in an offensive and defensive battle.
He wiped his sweat.
But in the mountains and forests a few kilometers away, some facts that people are unaware of are happening.
Flashes of silver light were shuttled between the cliffs, leading the rangers to the ridgeline on the other side. The people over there quickly set up two suspension bridges, and more figures soon appeared in the forest.
, Zhuo Zhuo Qi Hua and Yan Xin stopped and looked at the fairy lady with some curiosity.
The capable angel flew back and stood next to the crystal. She raised her hand and was about to take a photo of the scene. But a hand stretched out from the side and stopped her. The tall ranger said to them: "Ai
Mr. De has ordered, please do not take pictures of the situation here——"
Zhuo Zhuo Qihua looked at them and nodded.
A team of about two hundred people was silently crossing the two long bridges and heading around to the rear of the battlefield.
…
Feimon-Grey Flame silently watched this strange and silent battlefield.
The north wind coming from the Longxiao Mountains was howling far away in the forest. It was probably the only sound that could be heard in this area. In Fei Moen's eyes, the other party had not moved even half a step since he walked out of the forest.
The gray-white shadow stood in the snow like a stone statue, silently staring in this direction. Behind it were only unfurled flags, swaying in the wind.
A shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he was somewhat unable to understand the other party's behavior. But suddenly he realized something. He turned around and silently estimated the time in his heart, minute by minute - suddenly a light flashed in the direction of the altar, and only
The scouts who were sent out came out of it in embarrassment.
"Sir, we were stopped by them."
Feimon's heart palpitated, but this was something he had expected. He closed his eyes, as if thinking, but opened them again in a moment, with a flash of determination.
He looked in that direction, thinking that he should have seen through the opponent's purpose: the opponent's main force is not here, this is just a bluff, then their real purpose is...
He suddenly turned around, came to the side of the map, picked up a charcoal pen, and drew a thick, black line between the three lines of defense. He raised the pen, paused for a moment, and finally connected the line there.
He drew a heavy horizontal line in the center, then raised his head and looked at the crowd:
"Their purpose is reinforcements."
The light in Feimoen-Grey Flame's eyes was changing, and he gently tugged on his collar, "The ideal situation for the opponent is to lead us into a wild battle, so their best choice is to set up an ambush at a suitable location.
Reinforcements are coming."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this reasoning was logical. Otherwise, why would the opponent choose to attack in this direction instead of attacking on the right wing? This was not because the opponent's real purpose was to reinforce the weakest right wing.
Now that he understood this, he realized that he might have seized the opportunity——
Feimon Gray Flame slowly pulled out his sword and calmly pointed towards the forest: "Everyone, prepare to fight!"
"They're bluffing, and we're going to meet them head-on."
But just as his order was given, several silver threads suddenly flashed over the forest in the distance. They flew up from the tree crowns and flew out in all directions.
The dwarf also looked at the silver brilliance flying under the treetops——
He turned around, took a deep breath, and blew his beard wildly. Then he scratched the light screen with his short fingers, and said in a low voice: "They are here, everyone, give them some color to see."
."
Many names lit up from the list, and noisy voices, commands, and low-pitched banter came from the communication channel. People watched silently as the Gray Knights on the opposite side pushed back their horses and formed an array in the distance.
Both sides have no cavalry, and light and heavy cavalry cannot be used in such a forest. However, compared to the adventurers, the temple side has much fewer rangers. But they have a group of mercenary crossbowmen and a complete
group of magicians.
The wilderness echoed with the low chants of the knights. They drew their swords and held large shields. The ones behind them raised their halberds. The black and white array slowly advanced like water patterns. But first
What kicked off the battle was the projection units of both sides. The mercenary crossbowmen set up their heavy crossbows and aimed in this direction amidst long commands:
"Two hundred and twenty steps!"
"shooting!"
There was a low whistle.
Black crossbow arrows flew across the battlefield and fell like raindrops. However, adventurers are generally experienced in dealing with long-range attacks, either using shields or spells. A colorful light flashed through, and the first round of attacks
had little effect.
"Second round!" The command came from afar, but once they reached this distance, the rangers also started their counterattack. The elves in gray cloaks were crossing the battlefield horizontally, going around the battlefield from the forest behind the team.
On one side, they were agile and moved surprisingly fast. After arriving at that place, they all stood up and turned around and raised their long bows——
Grigor is an Avenquin elf.
In fact, due to the elves' affinity for bows, most of the people who chose this race unanimously chose to become rangers. Or to put it another way, most of the rangers among the chosen ones, except for a very few, were basically
Various types of elves - the Avenquin elves of Corin-Ithurion, the wild elves of Lotas, and the forest elves of Tree Hill.
As for the Oshu Empire, there are no elves in the empire, but they have winged people or half-sea people who are more suitable.
Gregor is just such an elf ranger.
But he is not a pure ranger, half of his professional level is a poet, which is often called a string whisperer - the bow and the strings are all in my hands. The battlefield is reflected in his gray-blue eyes.
In the scene above, the trajectory of the crossbow arrow was clearly visible in his eyes. His pointed ears twitched slightly, as if he heard the source of the sound.
He pointed in that direction and said in the unique Elvish language: "One hundred and thirty feet, may the wind be with you and me."
The angstrom is a distance unit commonly used by elven rangers, which is approximately equivalent to three hundred steps. In fact, in Kaolin-Ithulian, this is the common language of archers.
There was a unanimous sound, and the archers raised their bows.
Gregor gently ruffled the elf's long hair, raised his bow with an elegant movement, and spoke softly:
"three,"
"two,"
"one."
"put--!"
The texture of magic lights up layer by layer, emerging on the elf long bow, and bright lights of various colors emerge from the magic furnace, and magic is accelerating into the arrows.
Adventurers are not as good as mercenaries. Knights have a tacit understanding and strict discipline, but they have at least one significant advantage, which is that their levels are generally higher. Most of the adventurers who come to support are at least the same level as the Gray Knights. Even better, but in any case, they are definitely not comparable to mercenaries.
The various rays of light gathered on the arrows were something that the hired crossbowmen had never seen before - more than half of them were actually explosive arrows. When the rangers loosened their bow strings one by one, the arrows were filled with brilliant rays of light. A gorgeous parabola drew across the battlefield and flew towards the opposite side.
Although most of the arrows exploded in mid-air due to problems with the fuse setting. But when the number reached enough, someone would miss it accidentally. Gregor silently watched his arrows carrying An almost perfect trajectory fell into the crowd, and then flashed with an astonishing flash of fire.
The rolling flames spread out almost instantly, engulfing the figures there. The people ignited by the flames were screaming and running away.
"One seventh of the tariace."
Those shooters who made perfect hits are sharing the precise time of fuse setting in the communication channel.
The fastest flying arrows were the lighter explosive arrows, and the frozen arrows followed closely. After the flames, another piece of ice exploded. Two rounds of strikes almost caused the front row of the mercenary crossbowmen to collapse - OK The opponent's magician group finally deployed a protective barrier, and the bright wall of light blocked subsequent explosions.
The flashes of light caused by the explosions appeared one after another over the battlefield, almost making the forest glade appear bright. After the rangers and hired crossbowmen exchanged fire, spellcasters from both sides also joined the battle, but adventurers who fought alone were often not professional magicians. The division's opponents soon joined forces to tear apart the defense line on the adventurer's side, and flames began to light up on this side of the line.
This forced the dominant rangers to turn their attention in this direction. After they assigned some of their people to snipe the opponent's magicians, the two sides almost reached a dynamic balance in the projection of long-range firepower. But like this The balance obviously could not last long. Feimon-Grey Flame observed silently from behind for a moment, and finally came to the conclusion that he must have made the right bet, as the opponent's main force was not here.
The opponent's strength is far inferior to them.
Seeing through this, he made up his mind and immediately arranged for the messenger to blow the horn. Amidst the long and distant sound of the horn, the gray knights finally quickened their pace. The knights in the front row even dropped their large shields. As he ran faster and faster, the light from the magic furnace behind him became brighter and brighter, forming a stream of light behind him.
Feimoen stared at the stream of light, raised his sword, and suddenly shouted: "The language of the gray crow, the Lord of the Storm is above!"
He seemed to have returned to a long time ago, as if he was watching the same scene - on the bloody plain, countless people were fighting and falling, blood flowing into rivers. And the resounding sound was like rolling thunder. , came from the entire battlefield and echoed in his mind: "The words of the gray crow, the Lord of the Storm is above!"
Feimoen shuddered all over, and in his field of vision he watched a straight line of black and white, crashing into their opponent's position with a crash.
The Gray Knights were extremely enthusiastic and responded in unison:
"The words of the gray crow, the Lord of Storms is above!"
The dwarf Sirisha couldn't help but complained loudly. He admitted that he had underestimated his opponent. The opponent was obviously not a domineering knight and had forgotten how to fight. Although the Crow's Claw Temple implemented high-pressure rule throughout the northern territory, others
Forgot, they've also been fighting Nicol Bolas.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, the actual combat experience and combat effectiveness are first-class.
Moreover, the other party's fanaticism was far beyond the adventurers' expectations.
They were attacked by each other almost instantly and their formation became unstable. Fortunately, most adventurers still had a strong breath in their hearts. They came to this place with no intention of returning alive. Many of them were stunned in the early stage.
After that, he almost immediately responded regardless of the cost.
Pieces of white light suddenly flashed across the front line.
The mercenaries filling up behind looked at this scene with some dumbfounded eyes. They had never seen a battle so tragic. It seemed that both sides put life and death aside at the moment the battle broke out, using all means and all courage to fight.
Fighting each other.
Many people even slowed down their hand movements, some were frightened.
Sirisa struck the enemy in front of him with an axe. He couldn't help but pant and look around. Although he was the leader of the White Rhino Adventure Group, his level may not be any higher than these Gray Knights. Especially
He was his former enemy, and he had the Gray Crow Feather on his shoulder. He was obviously a knight captain of some rank.
Enemies were coming from all directions. The knights in gray and black armor, with their black and white battle robes, holding sharp swords, and with a cold light in their eyes. As for his team, most of them were lost almost in an instant.
The dwarf swallowed, not feeling sorry for the loss, because he himself had no intention of leaving alive.
It's just that the other party wants them to hold Feimoen here for at least an hour, but now it seems that it's difficult to do even a quarter of the time.
Sirisa was a little embarrassed for a moment. He boasted about Haikou but could not do such a thing, which made him blush. He hesitated for a moment, so he had to pick up a crystal and break it with force.
Within the entire team communication channel, everyone heard a long beep——
…
Information coming from all directions shows that the Redeemed have launched a fierce attack on the left wing of the Crow's Claw Temple.
But people can't get more information.
But the live broadcast that had been turned on in all directions before was now silent, with only a few dark pictures left, quietly suspended in the air, staring in the direction of the Long Roaring Mountains.
On the other hand, at the end of the field of vision, you can occasionally see dots of flashes of light. That direction is the left wing of the Crow's Claw Temple. It is obvious that the attack has begun, but no one knows how the battle is going.
From the liveliness in the community to the silence at this moment, people were discussing the possible situation wordlessly. One obvious fact is that the time it takes for the support to arrive at the left wing from Bader-Blackfeather's camp will not be
More than half an hour.
But is half an hour really enough for the redeemed side to capture Feimon's camp?
Many people believed that Fang Plover had made a mistake in his judgment and that they should have stormed the right wing of the Crow's Claw Temple - where the mercenaries camped. The defense was obviously much weaker and further away from the central camp. But people were discussing fiercely.
For a moment, they seemed to have forgotten that they did not know what the situation was on the left and right wings at the beginning.
On the contrary, the supporters of the alliance did not know where they found first-hand information. After Fang Pultru and his party made a mistake in choosing the target to attack, they began to spread the word and analyze the advantages and disadvantages of several camps. Some people did not know.
The inside story inside makes everyone feel a little worried about it.
However, people with a discerning eye can see clearly that most of these so-called 'supporters' are probably trolls invited by the alliance. As for where their first-hand information comes from, it is conceivable. But after all, the people who can clearly see the truth behind it are
A few, but most people were brought up to speed.
"They should be more cautious."
"Yes, what a great opportunity."
"This is troublesome. After all, there are not many selectors who are good at commanding operations."
"I just hope Bud Blackfeather can react more slowly."
"Dream, the other party is a very experienced commander."
But before people finished speaking, suddenly an extremely harsh buzz penetrated into their eardrums, causing them to pull off their earphones with an "ouch" or cover their ears. "Damn, what's going on?" Even after a long time.
, people even still feel a buzzing in their ears, almost like tinnitus.
However, they soon realized that the sound was not because of something wrong with their personal terminals, but that it came from the live broadcast. People were about to question it, but suddenly someone with sharp eyes noticed the clues and endured
Not living in the live broadcast room typed:
"Look what that is!?"
At this moment, most of the scenes that remain in the live broadcast, like compound eyes, have disappeared, leaving only a few views from different angles. Most of these clockwork fairies are suspended in mid-air, quietly overlooking the forest.
——At this moment, among these somewhat quiet pictures, a flickering, golden light spot is emerging.
They are small but light, and come in groups, like a patch of bright or dark starlight, or a swarm of bees, slowly appearing at the bottom of the field of vision, flying through the forest. "Is that a clockwork goblin?" Someone recognizes it.
The appearance of that little thing appeared - but this was the first time they saw such a decent-looking clockwork fairy in Fang Plover's hands.
Or is it not controlled by the opponent, but a counterattack by the craftsmen of the Crow's Claw Temple? But judging from the direction in which the Clockwork Goblin flew, it doesn't seem like this possibility, not to mention the live broadcast.
He was motionless, as if he hadn't seen these flickering golden spots.
And if they were said to be clockwork fairies, their number would be a bit too high, right?
Although people have seen a large scene of one or two hundred clockwork fairies gathering together before, compared with the current scene, the latter is a bit too exaggerated. If someone can control so many clockwork fairies,
They won't believe it no matter what.
At the edge of the forest, Gregor was raising his head.
The rangers also put down their bows one by one and looked in that direction in unison.
In fact, on the other side of the battlefield, Feimon Gray Flame was also raising his head at this moment. It wasn't just him - most people on the battlefield actually heard the overwhelming buzzing sound.
The buzz sounded very much like the voice of a clockwork goblin, but when people raised their heads, they could not see anything from the battlefield. The dark night sky was only empty. If it was a clockwork goblin, what kind of clockwork goblin was there?
The sound can be so terrifying that the sound has already been transmitted before the shadow can be seen?
However, Feimon-Grey Flame had a bad premonition in his heart.
He always felt that he should have seen this scene somewhere, but it felt a little specious.
Finally, someone beside him shouted softly: "Over there!"
Feimon Gray Flame turned around, his pupils suddenly shrank. In the dark night sky, what was slowly emerging from the top of the cedar forest were overwhelming golden clouds. They gathered together, making a buzzing sound.
The buzzing sound is getting louder and louder, rolling like thunder in the sky.
Feimoen opened his mouth wide, and it was like a bolt of lightning flashed into his mind. It was a scene of the earth falling apart in the dark underground world, the huge temple sinking into the abyss, and countless black shadows spreading out, forming
The appearance of the dragon's minions - it's a pity that they can't advance in front of the golden light. Hundreds of clockwork fairies are flying from all directions, and then turn into a bright fire.
He suddenly remembered all that and almost trembled.
"It's him--!"
"Obelisk!"
"Lord Feimoen..." The deputy's voice seemed to come from the horizon, and the other party was looking at him with some worry: "What is that, and what should we do?"
Feimoen turned around stiffly.
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The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and a blizzard seems to be brewing.
Amid this distant cry, Fang Plover only listened silently to the sound of ticking. He even had time to lower his head, open his other eye, and look at the time on his pocket watch. The hour hand pointed to the last grid on the dial.
, the minute hand has a quarter of an hour left, crossing the boundary of this day.
Then he silently closed the watch cover and put it into his arms. Then he raised his head and stared at the scene inside the goggles.
The ‘Swarm’ is flying over the battlefield——
There were a few 'catastrophic stars' hidden among them, and the dark lens brought him a view from below. He looked down at the battlefield lit by flames. Two distinct front lines were entangled with each other. But people seemed to have discovered something.
, all raised their heads and looked into the air. Therefore, at that moment, the battlefield was almost silent for a moment.
Fang Plover gently raised his hand, and on the silver Lone King's Pride, the magic logo was changing its direction little by little.
Release the level flight state.
The remaining command is cancelled.
Encapsulate attack commands.
The efreets were changing direction from level flight on a single route in batches, getting out of the margin state, and then their internal closed-loop devices began to operate one by one. But when the final attack command was encapsulated into it
, these golden light spots suddenly fell from mid-air.
They drew a graceful arc and fell into the formation of the Gray Knights.
Feimoen was raising his head, staring at this scene with his mouth open. He seemed to have suddenly come to his senses from the powerless state of a drowning man. He turned around and shouted to his men hoarsely: