In remote areas such as Tonigel and Yusong, most residents do not actually live next to the city. Even in Warnd, the more prosperous the area, the higher the degree of urbanization. Probably because of commerce and trade.
For other reasons, the city is home to a large number of handicraft practitioners, monks, artists, municipal officials and their relatives, as well as people who rely on these people for their lives.
But in Tonigel, the situation is reversed. There are many sporadic settlements in the wild, farms are scattered on the edge of the forest, and there are hunter cabins in the hills. This is what the centaurs found, and this family still lives in the house.
They were afraid that they were Jean Denel's scouts, so they brought them over with them.
The leaves of the trees rustled softly. The centaur warriors were tall and strong, with brown muscles. Purple and white war lines covered their cheeks and shoulders. They brought trembling men and women, as well as their children, in ragged clothes.
, the black hair is greasy and knotted, like a refugee.
Brando glanced down the mountain. The forest was as dark as ink, and flags of different colors were intertwined in it. However, the shouts of killing stopped for a moment, and the entire battlefield came to a standstill due to their sudden appearance. He found that the nearest Gruss were
Secretly adjusting their formation, the gray-green private soldiers of the nobles loomed in the forest.
But he didn't care and turned around: "They are not scouts, they are just refugees."
"Sir, we..." Horror flashed in the man's eyes. The refugees were caught by the nobles, and most of them were beheaded. There were many headless corpses on the road from Daolin to Sommer, most of them were
Fugitives, a small number of them are bandits.
"Who are you!" The child broke free from his mother's pale hands and asked loudly.
…
The sudden appearance of the army on the flank made Pallas feel a ray of light on his back, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there were only a few hundred people on the other side. He tapped the smooth hilt of his sword with his index finger and turned around and asked: "Has the scout responded?
?”
"No."
Pallas nodded.
Only a few hundred people dared to show up. The old knight heard the knights around him discussing in a relaxed tone. The soldiers seemed to be laughing at the enemy's overestimation. Although arrogant soldiers will be defeated, no general will
He doesn't like confident troops. He is very satisfied with the morale of his subordinates. The enemy's reinforcements seem to have become a laughing stock for a while.
"Those 'reinforcements' are standing still!"
"Haha, I'm probably considering whether to retreat or run away."
"Cowards, if you had caught us off guard when you first appeared, you might have been able to catch us by surprise and wasted the opportunity."
"The fact that they can get around to our flank is considered to be their ability."
"That's because the Grus are too incompetent."
Pallas couldn't help but shook his head again. How could he think about the enemy? These young men under him were too arrogant. He took a breath and replied: "No response is the enemy. Let the Grus stop them."
They, they have been embarrassed enough."
Military spirit is available.
"Then let's set off." The old knight pulled down his mask and stood up from the rock. An attendant had already brought his horse, and around him, the knights were already ready to go.
The slightest change on the battlefield could not change his decision. Although Pallas was cautious, he had the decisiveness of a general. He nodded to the attendant, and the metal ring armor made a clattering sound when it was rubbed. He was wearing leather armor.
The attendant picked up the horn hanging at his waist, puffed his cheeks and blew, and a clear war cry penetrated the forest——
Then countless soldiers walked out of the forest, wearing red and blue shirts, iron helmets on their heads, long swords on their waists, and eagle shields in one hand. The sound of cracking and scraping with iron feet breaking dead trees was heard.
Small groups of soldiers gathered into a torrent, as if filling all the gaps between the woods, and appeared all over the mountains and plains. The noble private soldiers formed several huge square formations, like water slowly flowing through the position, scattered arrows
Throw arrows into it, and even if someone occasionally falls, the soldiers behind will immediately fill the empty space. The enemies in front of you seem to be endless, giving people a sense of powerlessness.
The army is approaching.
The mercenaries who were still resisting in the forest couldn't help but put down their bows. When tens of thousands of troops appeared at the same time, their momentum was enough to make the earth tremble.
Everyone swallowed.
Medissa was wearing silver armor and sitting on her unicorn. Her face armor had been closed, only her eyes, small nose and mouth were exposed. The elf princess pursed her lips and grabbed her long shuttle and said something.
He stared at the scene in front of him in silence.
Behind her are Juta, Fern and nearly a thousand cavemen. The cavemen are hunched at the waist, shrouded in dark, spiked metal armor, holding giant spears, like war monsters.
But such an army did not stand in front of Jeandenaire's army.
Medissa was watching the battle silently.
Juta didn't understand this very much: "Aren't we going?"
"That's not our enemy, Juta. I never said our target was not Madara." Medisha replied, looking at the mountains in the distance.
"This... but they can't stop it!" The female mercenary leader looked at the approaching army slightly nervously.
"The lord has his own arrangements." Medisa looked back at her and smiled, her calm eyes showing unquestioning trust: "You are too nervous."
"The lord doesn't have many people on hand." Jutta looked at Medisa strangely.
"That's enough." Medisa said: "I am the commander of this reserve team. I must first obey the tactical arrangements. The Lord says he can do it. All I have to do is trust his judgment. And our goal is Madea
pull,"
"I think I'm really crazy." Jutta shook her head and muttered.
But Medissa smiled: "Thank you for coming to accompany me, Juta."
"You're just a little girl." Yuta sighed, thinking of her sister. She touched her sword and suddenly felt her hands were a little cold.
…
Brando looked at the thin boy. The mother ran over to protect her child in fear, raised her head and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Lord, the enemy has moved." Someone among the mercenaries said at this time.
Brando nodded and turned around: "I am your legal lord. Whether you are a refugee or my subject, as long as you live in Tonigel, I will protect you. As long as you remember this,
enough."
After saying that, he pulled the reins of the horse and was about to leave, but to everyone's surprise, the child retorted loudly: "Liar, you are all bad people!"
"Huh?" Brando was startled and couldn't help but stop.
"Dad said that if you weren't here, there wouldn't be a war."
"Lord..." The man pulled his son over, looking uneasy: "He... he..."
Brando shook his head. He turned back and looked at all the people he brought out from the black forest. Everyone also looked at him, the tree elves, centaurs, druids and the human mercenaries. Brando
He nodded to them, then turned over and dismounted, and with a clang, he drew his long sword in full view of everyone.
The poor woman suddenly let out a scream of terror, but Brando walked up to her, held her bony hand, shook her head gently, and reassured her: "It doesn't matter, don't worry."
Both women and men looked at him nervously. He turned around and patted the little boy's face again: "You are a little man. Let me ask you a question."
The little boy stared at him.
"If one day someone wants to take your parents away from you, what will you do?"
"If they dare, I'll beat them!" the little boy replied confidently.
"Well said." Brando praised: "Then let me ask you, little man, if one day someone wants to take you away from me and take away this country, what do you think I will do?"
The little boy looked at him puzzled.
"I'll beat them too." Brando smiled slightly. He stood up and mounted, pointing his sword forward - in the forest, Denel's army surged, but the two armies always looked at each other from a distance. Tony Geer
, and even the turbulent situation in Eruin for several months, seems to be converging into this final confrontation at this moment, who can change the fate of the kingdom - Brando looked forward, but turned his head: "So you all heard it.
?”
"Beat them!" the mercenaries promised loudly.
"Beat them!" The centaurs are excited. This is the life they pursue, chasing the glorious battles until the last drop of blood is shed. Perhaps the war itself is meaningless, but guarding faith and
I hope that the most precious things between us will always be worthy of respect.
The tree elves placed their bows on their chests and sang in unison the war songs that had been widely circulated between humans and elves in the early years.
The eagle spreads its feathers, the crossbow is raised high, light defeats darkness, hope protects faith——
It was an ancient song that circulated in the era before the War of the Saints. At that time, the intelligent creatures on the earth could still unite to fight against the Dragon of Darkness and sign a sacred and solemn oath. But in the blink of an eye, who can remember all this?
?
Brando and Quinier looked at each other and smiled.
"How to fight?" the tree elf leader asked.
"You go and stop Gendenel's army," Brando replied lightly: "Since Pallas wants the Gruss to stop me, I will defeat his left wing and show him. These noble lords always
They like to look down on people, and I hope they will remember this lesson from now on."
"Are you alone?" Quinier looked at him in surprise.
"Am I alone?" Brando smiled and shook his head. He turned around, put his index finger and thumb to his lips and blew a long whistle. The whistle sounded far and wide in the dark coniferous forest.
, so that everyone on both sides of the war can hear it.
There was a sudden silence in the forest.
Suddenly, a wolf howled in the distance. Then a moment later, a series of corresponding howls resounded through the mountain forest. The distant wolf howl seemed to be approaching here at an alarming speed. It only took a moment.
, the howling sound was as clear as if it was in my ears.
The earth began to tremble, like thousands of horses galloping.
Pallas tightened the reins of the horse and stopped. The old knight's face changed slightly under the iron mask. All the knights around him stopped at the same time and turned their heads in the direction where the wolf howl came from.
A pack of wolves, and not just an ordinary pack of wolves.
The residents living on the edge of the black forest, of course, know best what kind of creature the howling sound comes from. "Black wolf!" The first ones to get into trouble were the mountain people. These people who have lived in the wilderness for generations, are among the mythical creatures.
There are countless legends about these horrific creatures.
There was only one thing they could think of at the moment.
Wolf Tide.
"The wolf tide is coming!"
The old knight's face suddenly turned pale.
And Quinier looked at Brando, who was standing on the horse like a knife, standing alone among the galloping wolves, as if he was seeing the mythical wolf herder. Brando turned back to him and gave him a slight smile.
A smile: "Is that enough?"
Quinir said nothing, but raised his bow with one hand, making a gesture like a tree elf attacking.
In an instant, countless flying horses soared into the sky from the forest.
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(ps: My cold is a little better, but I have to go out to get some medicine later, so I’m here today. Tomorrow Brando will start killing people. You know, maybe I will have a small outbreak.
In addition, in the book review section, there is something about 'I will join together to form breasts'. You respect yourself. Do you dare to be more vulgar? What Brando felt was indeed a reaction to the artifact, and the Lion Heart Sword was indeed a fantasy weapon. As for the reason,
It's up to you to guess.
Also, Shadow Mom, you secretly said bad things about me in the book review section and I found out about it. Night sticks and stuff are bugs in themselves...)
