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Scene 223: Twilight or Dawn

Scene 223: Dusk or dawn

The red flag cavalry fell apart in the forest, and the red swallow-tailed flags collapsed.

There was silence around Pallas, and the veteran general's knuckles gripping the hilt of the sword turned a little white - it was the group of Lubis' mercenaries from the intelligence report, and the other party actually tolerated it so far.

The old knight closed his eyes, and there was a deep exhaustion in the wrinkles on his face. Sir Wade was a young man he admired, but there was no room for regret in the war, and Eruin had already shed too much blood.

When he opened his eyes again, there was only cold persistence in his dim eyes.

Now that the rebels have shown their trump cards, the outcome has been decided.

"Come forward, knights of Denel, and add a touch of glory to your glory." He waved his hand, as if he had left the victory or defeat entirely to those young lads.

There was a cheer, and all the knights from the Gendenel Territory, those silver-level warriors cheered in unison.

But this kind of cheering could not arouse the slightest joy in Pallas's heart.

Because Eruin had fallen asleep, just like him, the old man's eyes looked through the dusk on the horizon, as if he had seen the thick darkness. There was a time when even victory could not bring the color of hope, what he saw in his eyes

It's just the color of thick blood.

Where exactly did the deviation occur?

"The Knights have moved." A cold voice came from Yuta's ear. The female mercenary leader turned around and saw Medisa's unchanging face. The little elf girl's sullen face was quite cute, and

It has a bit of an elf royal family, princess and general feel.

Jutta nodded.

Victory or defeat is just a matter of a thought, even she can see it. But she can't see the chance of victory yet. The previous battle consumed a lot of her physical strength. Even in front of this elf princess, she can't maintain her strength.

He looked a little out of breath.

Just like this line of defense, everyone can see that it is already crumbling.

But Juta couldn't help but look at Medisa in front of her with some confusion. She was wondering whether it was the pride of the elf or some kind of anonymous self-confidence that supported this little girl to remain calm under such circumstances.

.

But where does her confidence come from.

The female mercenary captain panted slightly, and for the first time, she didn't care about the anxious looks from her 'own people' behind her. She turned around and asked sincerely: "How should we deal with it?"

A woman's pride forced her not to bow her head. She wanted to see where the opponent's general-like self-confidence came from. How could he understand everything on the battlefield even though he was just a child? This elf girl really understood what she was facing.

What is right?

Jutta is very suspicious——

But Medisa was very sober.

"Blow the trumpet," she said.

Jutta looked at the elf princess in disbelief. Even though she was covered in silver armor, she still looked like a childish general at this moment.

"What about Madara?"

Blowing the trumpet is a signal to mobilize the cavemen, but it is not a secret that the cavemen contain Madala's final strength. Both sides of the battlefield know this. This is the last reserve team of both sides on the battlefield, and whoever puts in the reserve team first?

Whoever loses the war.

Medissa glanced at her, grabbed the spear beside her with a calm movement, and replied: "Give me horses, I will lead them myself."

"I..." Yuta was suddenly speechless. She grabbed Medisa's shoulders: "My people can't accompany you to death..."

"What about you?" Medisa tilted her head and asked her.

"I..." Yuta took a deep breath and nodded: "I will accompany you, little sister."

Metissa smiled.

When the long horn sound sounded in the forest, it was like an ancient song. Both sides of the war seemed to feel a kind of vastness coming from the ancient forest.

With the dragon horn trombone playing, Pallas suddenly felt that time had reversed and returned to the days of military war. On the battlefield of the holy war, there was only blood-for-blood fighting. The old alliance was no longer there. It was a war without glory.

But it is a veteran's medal.

He licked his dry lips.

"It's a caveman."

"The cavemen showed up."

"Are you going to fight to the death?"

"These rebels...are really respectable enemies."

"Where did they come from?"

Yes, where did these people come from? The old knight suddenly felt a little confused. These were by no means ordinary rebels. These were the best Eruin warriors. But why did the excellent Eruin people always

Is he bleeding his own blood? The old knight suddenly had the idea of ​​meeting the young man named Brando.

He couldn't help but think that maybe one day, the Eruin people could be reunited. But who would be the person to achieve this? Is it the Dukes in the north, or the isolated and helpless Her Royal Highness?

Pallas felt that he might not be able to see that day. He closed his eyes, as if he wanted to find the footprints of his late king Ek in his dream.

"My lord?" the knights around asked hesitantly.

"Inform Madara." Pallas's closed eyes never opened again. The old knight replied a little tiredly. The knight nodded and retreated, but at this time, a cheer suddenly came from the forest.

.

"What's wrong?"

Pallas narrowed his eyes and looked over, and his knights of the guard also turned around at the same time. The direction of the cheers was actually the camp where the mage group was located, and those chattering guys seemed to be celebrating something.

The old knight frowned in displeasure.

"It seems that the wizards discovered that the forest created across the way is not all real. A large part of it is an illusion. They have been thinking of a way to solve this illusion before, and they finally found a way just now." A messenger immediately replied.

Pallas snorted softly. The thirty-man mage group had almost no effect in the previous battle, causing the outstanding young people under him to lose an unknown amount; although the guys in robes had explained

It is said that this is because they have been fighting against a wizard in the opposing camp who is far more powerful than them. However, the old knight has always believed that this is just an excuse. Isn't the wizard who is more powerful than them a gold-level wizard? What's going on among the rebels?

Could such talent exist?

Sure enough, those nagging guys are not trustworthy, he couldn't help but think so. However, the other party was still doing business at this time. Although he was suspected of sharing the credit, it was not convenient for him to say anything more, so he just nodded.

I know it myself.

But I didn't expect the wizards to move very quickly. The sound of chanting in unison soon rang out in the forest below, and then a huge wave of magic power made even ordinary soldiers in the forest feel their hairs stand on end.

Magical power fluctuations that even ordinary people can sense cannot escape the eyes of truly professional spell casters. In fact, as soon as Denel's wizard cast a spell, Charles could sense the movement on the other side. But this young mage

The attendant looked at the apprentice who came to ask for instructions, and just shook his head:

"Don't worry about it, let them take it apart."

"Let them dismantle it?" The apprentice was a little confused.

"Nonsense, that thing is meant to scare people. What's the point of the war now? Those idiots like to waste magic power, so just let them do it. How low does your intelligence have to be before you go crazy with those idiots?

"Charlton suddenly showed an expression of hatred for steel, and he nodded the other person's forehead: "When fighting between wizards, you need to use your head more, do you understand?"

The apprentice was so scolded that he nodded quickly. In fact, as a mentor, Ciel was definitely not the best choice. At least in terms of patience, this young mage attendant was not even as good as his master.

He looked at all the wizards and wizard apprentices in robes below, and shook his head: "Don't say I didn't remind you to keep more magic power to prepare for the final battle. I didn't bring you here just to let you down.

Explain it here."

"Of course," Charles shrugged: "If a person insists on dying because of his stupidity, then I have no choice but to do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another much louder cheer in the forest. Everyone turned around and looked towards the north bank of the Gris River. This time the cheers came from Jeandenelle, Pallas, and the Grizzly Bear Leader.

All the ordinary soldiers of Grusz, and even the mountain people also cheered.

Because the illusion of the forest is dissolving.

This is good news for everyone in Jean Denel's army. It seems to herald the arrival of the final victory. Their enemies have lost the last barrier.

Tagus and his black knight guards stood in the forest like a shadow, the unique golden pupils of the vampires shining with indifference, as if the outcome of this war, or the war itself, had nothing to do with them.

. Behind them were thousands of undead armies. Since they did not need to breathe, the entire army was as silent as a steel wall.

The one-eyed general's eyes fell on the caveman troops covered in thick armor.

"Caveman Stormtroopers." He said, putting down his iron gloves and turning back: "This is the trump card of those humans. Let's go, I want a Madara-style victory - for His Majesty the Emperor!"

The black knights drew out their sharp scimitars and responded in a low voice: "With the will of the mercury staff."

But at this time, another horn sounded in the forest.

A long, lingering sound in the woods.

Tagus stopped.

He seemed to be listening.

"It's the attack number."

How dare they attack? Pallas felt that he suddenly closed his mouth, and all the cheering Jeandener soldiers also closed their mouths. Because behind the melting forest, they actually saw some things that were originally unknown to them.

Something that should belong there.

"Attention, all troops! A strange army has appeared on the left wing!"

"The other party did not respond to the semaphore, it may be the enemy!"

The shouts of the ordering soldiers echoed one after another.



When Brando separated the branches of the trees in front of him, he saw exactly this scene. Rows of elf shooters riding Pegasus also appeared from both sides of him. He turned back and glanced at Quinir:

"Where do you think their great chief is?"

"You humans should call him General. I think it's on top of that mountain."

"I say this just to do as the Romans do." Brando looked at the tree elf leader in surprise.

"We don't have the term warchief. What you're talking about is the orcs..." Quinir couldn't help but bared his teeth.

"Absolutely," Brando shrugged, looking at the rolling forest in front of him and the Gris River that was almost dyed red: "But I don't think Pallas is stupid enough to expose himself so obviously.

That place may be the position of one of his knight lords, well..."

He thought for a moment: "But it's almost the same. As a surprise, I think it's enough."

Brando turned his head again: "Scout, have you cleared the enemy's whistle?"

"It has been cleaned up," a centaur immediately replied: "But my lord..."

"but?"

"Discovered a hunter's cabin..."

"Hunter's cabin?"



(ps: I haven’t recovered from my cold yet, and I had several nosebleeds yesterday. It’s tragic. It’s two updates again. Students, please continue to vote and work hard. I’ll continue with two updates tomorrow~

In addition, here are a few questions to answer: Some students in the review area said that the background and setting are difficult to understand. How should I put it? As a self-created world, there must be a lot of background about humanities and the world. If I write these things into a setting collection

, I’m afraid it’s tens of millions of words. First of all, you may not have the time to read it all, and secondly, I definitely can’t bear it. Rather than doing this, let’s spread it out bit by bit. If you feel you don’t understand some settings, you can first

If you choose to skip it, you can just treat it as the background. I will also describe the really important settings in detail and mention them repeatedly. You may not understand it once, but you will understand it after more time.

Second, the sword in Freya’s hand is not the real amber sword, it is just named. Nimesis hopes to take the meaning of this sword to fight against Eruin’s dying fate. In addition, someone asked Nimesis in the post forum yesterday

Was it a time travel? I didn’t answer this question on the post forum at the time, because I thought that many people would also want to know the answer to this question. I won’t say much about the plot, but I can tell you for sure that she did not travel through time.

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