After leaving the valley, the refugee team headed east. Without open fire, the entire long team was immersed in darkness.
The team occasionally meanders in the mountain stream, looking towards the dark mountain top, it is a patch of shadowy fir tips. If it were not for the stars, it would be difficult for anyone to discern the direction in this environment, and those behind would often have to passively follow.
The teams in front were one after another, and the entire team was composed of ordinary citizens. Although their fear made them more self-conscious, they could not help but jingle the bells as they moved forward.
Freya divided the refugees into several areas under Brando's instructions. Each area has two backbones responsible for maintaining order. Freya told these small citizens what they should do, while Brando told them that they would not do it.
What will happen? Only by using both kindness and power can the entire team be restrained.
But several experienced captains were not too worried. Leto and Mano had rich fighting experience and told Brando that the sound would not reach very far in the lush forest, and it would become like a whisper within an arrow's distance at most.
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The Fulong Pagoda of the White Mane Swordsmen listened to the wind passing by on the top of the mountain. The rustling sound of the trees had already overwhelmed all other sounds, telling Brando that hearing was not as effective as vision in this environment.
Brando listened to the sound of the wind. It came from a distance, like pine waves, or like a flock of birds in the fir forest, making a squeaking sound, but when he listened carefully - it had a different flavor: light and distant.
, long, like the sound of a set of wonderful musical instruments playing in the mountain breeze; also like a mysterious whisper, something unknown in the forest is telling the world.
In Golan-Elsen and even the entire southern territory of Eruin, people describe the whispers in the forest as the bewitching whispers of witches. It is said that many people never return in the forest because they fell into the witch's tricks.
Of course these legends are not believable, but at this moment, there is a strange sense of mystery when I taste them.
Brando led the horse and walked on one side of the team, followed by other mercenaries. Because everyone had only one horse, the riders tried to save the horse's strength to prepare for possible battles at any time. The war horses of this world
Although they are extremely strong and have about 20% higher physical strength than ordinary horses, in fact, cavalry rarely use horses as mounts, because in the war here - they are too 'weak'
.
They have deviated from the valley to the east by about ten miles. In fact, they have left the scope of Yinque Mountain. It is not like a highly civilized society. The smallest mountain tops have to be marked with a code name. For example, this mountain top, cloth
Lando didn't know what it should be called.
It should belong to the southeastern extension of the Bucks Hills, but it is off the road and uninhabited. Only hunters pass through this place during the hunting season, so hunter cabins can sometimes be seen in the mountains.
Brando had already released the gargoyle and let it move in the southwest direction. At the same time, the scout cavalry also traced their way back.
About half an hour later, the news came back. The two experienced mercenaries looked pale when they saw Brando. They found skeletons all over the mountains and plains at half the original distance.
Brando can guess such a scene:
When you see a sea of gray-white and gloomy skeletons slowly appear from the top of the mountain, and then gradually spread through the forest, and then cascade down, leaving only a "swishing" sound in the mountain, it is really shocking.
Therefore, while he gently comforted the two mercenaries to rest, he also told others about the weaknesses of these skeletons so that they would not lose their fighting spirit due to the approaching danger.
He also sent spies to the northwest——
Brando knows Madala's habitual arrangements at this time. It is progressive and can be mobilized flexibly, and the scout control range is also very large, and can be supported from both front and rear. This tactic aims to give full play to the number of Madala's undead army.
Advantages - In fact, in the early days of the Black Rose War, the dark lords once relied on excellent middle and lower-level commanders to carry forward this tactic.
But it has a fatal flaw.
That is the eyes. Once the support of the ghost is lost, there will be a huge gap between the squadrons, especially in such mountainous areas, it is easy to be divided and interspersed by opponents. And another weakness is that if the commander is too inferior,
Such an arrangement will easily lead to the classic 'fueling tactics' situation.
Of course, the reason why the Madara army dared to adopt such an arrangement before the Second Black Rose War was also a reflection of their confidence. There were simply too many outstanding talents they could use in this era.
On the other hand, there are not many ways to discover ghosts in this era -
It’s just that Brando ‘happens’ to know one.
He couldn't help but raise his head and look towards the hillside——
Mano led the self-defense militia through the fir forest - the experienced mercenary kept looking back at the beautiful white stag in the valley below - Brando told him that it would point out those terrible things for them.
Where do the dead hide?
Mano was skeptical about this. If he wanted to fight, he had to behave himself and not be as mysterious as the wizard. Just like at this moment, they had left the refugee team far behind, almost a mile away,
But the beast still didn't react at all.
But just when he was about to scold his mother, he saw the elegant creature suddenly turned its head in one direction and pressed its hoof against the ground, showing a restless expression.
over there!
Mano immediately pointed his machete forward, letting the others pounce quickly.
In that direction was a fir forest that was no different from other places, but they had just surrounded it from the left and right, when a faint light emerged from the forest, like a pale white shadow, and then again.
Gradually forming a human-shaped halo floating in the air.
Isn't this a ghost, Martha?
Not only the militiamen behind him, but also Mano himself stopped, but the pale figure had already let out a scream and rushed towards the militiamen with claws and teeth.
The ferocious screams made everyone feel cold inside, but instead made the sounds in the forest suddenly quiet——
Mano felt that he had never fought such a strange battle in his life. For a moment, the ghostly blurred face looked like many of his lost comrades, but he quickly shook his head and threw this thought out of his mind. Brando had warned him
:This is all an illusion, don’t let it take advantage of you.
Now he didn't dare to doubt the young man at all. The scene in front of him was really weird.
Mano tightened the scimitar in his hand.
The sharp blade was swung out in one stroke, and the blade passed through the ghost's body, but it was immediately covered with a layer of ice. Mano knew it was wrong and had no real sense of impact, which meant that his swing of the blade was in vain.
The ghost is between the spiritual body and the physical body, and physical attacks have a half chance of failing.
Mano had no time to make major evasive movements, and the opponent's pale fingers had already reached out to the five orifices on his face - he turned his head at the critical moment, allowing the opponent's slender fingertips to pass through his shoulders.
The experienced mercenary immediately felt a biting coldness on his shoulders, as if his entire left arm had completely lost all feeling.
"Attack, you bastards!" He fell to the right and shouted at the stunned militiamen. Only then did the citizens react and stabbed the ghost with their spears.
Three spears passed directly through the looming shadow, but the other two lifted the ghost upwards, causing it to scream.
Mano took advantage of the momentum and jumped up from the ground, stabbing the pale light with a diagonal knife. This time he was lucky, and the knife hit the opponent's soul. The black iron swordsman's strength exploded in an instant, making the ghost scream.
Disappeared——
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but sit down on the ground with weak hands and feet. No one spoke. In fact, even Mano, a veteran, felt a little sad.
But at this moment there was only one thought in his mind: How did that young man know this?
The young man looked away. Mano and Bottom had done a good job. He couldn't help but feel lucky to have these veteran mercenaries at his disposal, otherwise he would have had some trouble dealing with these mid-level undead.
However, the soul statue (white deer) is actually a very common exorcism item, but it requires a certain amount of imagination to connect it with the military - Brando couldn't help but look back at Freya. This method was actually
It was this Valkyrie who invented it.
Does this count as plagiarism?
But no matter what, Madara has lost these ghosts as eyeliners, and they will definitely feel uncomfortable this night. Perhaps the necromancers who control them will soon find that the ghosts they sent have disappeared collectively in a certain direction, but this
That doesn't mean anything - they still need to verify and wait for news again.
One or two hours is enough for him to do a lot of things.
The gargoyles continued to fly southwest, and Brando finally saw a skeleton cavalry walking through the forest. He didn't know if he had missed anything else before, but he must have been the reconnaissance front line of a column.
So he found another skeleton cavalry three minutes later.
At the same time, the characteristics of Madara's tactics during this period coincided with what he thought in his mind. He asked the gargoyles to cross several mountain streams in the direction tangent to the ridge, and sure enough, he soon saw a dark and heavy creature in the valley.
Army of skeleton soldiers.
About two hundred, one squadron.
The gargoyle continued to move forward along the valley, exactly as he imagined. Brando immediately found two other squadrons - although he could not see which column they should belong to, at this time the commander of the Madara column
No general at this level is easy to mess with.
He thought that the 'White Knights' Alberton and Wesa should not be in such a low position yet, but they should be one of Diren, Gulob or the 'Blood Witch' Lei Dios.
Two generals, five columns, and nearly 10,000 undead were concentrated in the hills that were only twenty or thirty miles wide. As expected, the undead army began to advance in large numbers under the cover of night——
Time has become a little tight.
Brando also wanted to see how big the depth area was between the second and third floors of Madara and where the other column was, but the gargoyles had already reached their maximum flight range. Of course, although he had previously
Madden and Brasen were fooled, saying that the gargoyles had scouted the entire Butch area in one day, but in fact the gargoyles were not omnipotent.
One and a half in the morning.
News from the northwest also came back, and a large number of zombies appeared in that direction just as Voltaron expected - the elite troops of 'Death Maggots' had indeed arrived from the Sharp Stone Valley.
When the news spread among the mercenaries, everyone looked a little solemn. They had a bit of luck, but they didn't expect that it would develop into the worst outcome in the end.
As a result, the refugee team was trapped in a siege. Unless, of course, they could speed up and break out of the siege to the north and escape the gap before the encirclement.
But the mercenaries looked at the refugees, then at Freya and Brando, knowing that this was unlikely.
Everyone was silent for a while.
Freya grabbed the reins nervously and subconsciously turned her eyes to Brando.
And only Brando picked up his pocket watch, took a look at it, and then got on his horse, as if he didn't care about the surrounding atmosphere at all——
He drew his sword with a clang and said to these people: "Listen up, everyone——"
The young man's voice was sonorous and powerful.
"There are two squadrons to our southwest, two to three miles away from us respectively, and another squadron in a further direction. And there are four undead scout cavalry coming from those directions. I want to tell you
We are going to kill two of them and attack one of the squadrons to open up—"
"We're going to go behind the Dead Maggot, just like we planned."
"We have two hours to complete all this. After two hours we started to hide and seek with Madara's undead army." Brando raised his sword, pulled the reins and let the horse spin in front of everyone, revealing
mocking expression.
"Why, are you scared?"
There was total silence.
Everyone was stunned at this moment. How did this young man know all this? He wasn't just talking nonsense, was he?
But although Brando was unexpected every time, most of them knew that he never said anything. Especially when he stood upright on horseback, raised his sword and pointed to the southwest - every word said something.
It was just like when he led them to charge.
It seems that the direction his sword is pointing is the road to miracles. No matter how difficult and dangerous it is, a way will eventually be opened.
That was after the thorns parted, leaving a trail of blood——
Brando looked at these people without saying a word, just like when he led those like-minded people to charge against Madala. Some people once said that he is the most qualified attack leader, because once he makes a decision, he will
Go forward indomitably.
No one spoke.
But all the mercenaries got on their horses, and there was a sound of metal friction.
