Magus found that he suddenly lost the ability to control the battle situation. He had nearly ten thousand undead under his command, but they were of no use at all. Ever since he discovered that the refugee team had disappeared, everything seemed to be under his control.
External development, at first, Gulob and Diren each lost a squadron, which may have allowed the other side to get behind the entire army.
With the keenness of 'Dead Maggot' Magus, he immediately smelled an unusual smell. The half-zombie immediately determined that the refugees were heading towards his wings and planned to break through the blockade of the undead army from there. So he immediately
Let Wessa and Alberton spread out to the two wings, trying to block the opponent's way as early as possible.
Unexpectedly, less than half an hour after the order was issued, the 'Blood Witch' Lei Dios and Gulob lost their left wing, the refugee team - no, it should be said that the mysterious army.
Now Brando has risen to the level of Madala's regular army in Magus' heart.
In fact, the real regular army of Madara may not have this ability. Judging from the decision-making and combat effectiveness of Brando's army, it must be at least the strength of the Eruin Forbidden Army. Even Magus almost endured
It couldn't help but think that it had encountered Eruin's Imperial Army or the Free Cavalry Regiment, and it couldn't help but wonder if there was a big fish among these refugees.
But no matter what, the opponent's tactical intentions are already very obvious.
This intention is so strong - it wants to break through, they want to break out! The positions where Lei Dios and Gulob's left wing disappeared one after another formed such a striking straight line on the map, it was more like a sharp sword, straight to
Stab the undead army in the heart.
The half-zombie lord stared at the straight line and couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.
Magus stood tall and threw the bones in his hands. It stared at the dark forest with flickering eyes, where its army was getting ready to go. But was its judgment necessarily correct? Magus did not dare to confirm this time.
Already.
Who are they?
Who is their commander?
When did such a commander appear in Eruin?
The night wind is like cold hands caressing the gorges. The rocks and valleys reflect a layer of cold light, and the trees rustle, as if responding to the rustling sound of the sea waves on the top of the mountain.
The cavalry flowed through the valley like a torrent——
The earth roared.
Brando appeared in front of everyone with his long sword held high. The light from the elf sword continuously formed an undulating surface of light in the darkness, which was like a silver flag - and for others, this flag was
Xiang, it was the victory that that young man brought them.
The riders have admired him wholeheartedly. If one day they want to believe in a myth, it must be that the king can really be invincible.
Some of them are even veterans from the end of the November War, some have gone through the Battle of the Flower Moon, and some have experienced the defeat on the Karasu Plateau, but Eruin has let them down time and time again. It seems that this country has been depressed.
Go down, the will of the past has been buried under history, and under the dust, the glory of the past no longer belongs to them.
So they fight for money and become mercenaries. Their destiny is to chase bounties and treasures. They have abandoned the honor and faith of warriors.
But there is no soldier who does not desire victory.
Even if he is a veteran who has experienced countless wars, this is the same.
Today Brando asked them to pick up the flags that had been trampled thousands of times from the ground. He told them that you can still achieve a glorious victory. Even if you are like a knight, just for the right of others to survive.
Fighting is just fighting for one's right to survive - as long as you follow him, victory is so easy.
It's so exciting.
They moved forward, and Thasar's squadron collapsed! They moved forward, and Gulob's squadron collapsed! They moved forward, and Raitios's left wing disappeared into thin air! They moved forward again, and Gulob's army disappeared into thin air.
——
What is Madara's army? The undead who know no fear are also so vulnerable. Those terrifying armies even make Eruin's regular army tremble in front of them, but they will turn around and collapse in front of them.
For a moment, the knights even believed that their names were invincible.
Brando pointed his sword forward——
The cavalry immediately shouted long live the mountain, forming a black torrent rolling forward. It seemed that no one was tired, not the horses. Even the self-defense regiment behind was fully mobilized. They had only one thought left, to move forward and keep moving forward.
forward.
Accelerate, keep accelerating.
No one has the energy to think about other things. All their energy seems to be used to generate adrenaline. They dilate their pupils and breathe exhaustedly, as if they are using their last life to pounce on the possible enemy and drag it with them.
hell.
What Madala, go to hell!
Even if they were exhausted, these warriors would at least achieve the final victory. When they raised their heads, they seemed to be able to see the young man's sword pointing forward to guide an open door.
Behind that door, there is a miracle.
Brando finally saw another undead army in front of him. He firmly believed that he had re-entered the second and third layers of defense. So had this entered the area controlled by Alberton or Wesa?
Or Magus the ‘Dead Maggot’?
He saw a pile of white skeletons turning on the river beach. There were so many of them, much more than he had ever encountered before. Brando narrowed his eyes slightly and saw at least two teams around the opposing commander.
Darth Vader above.
Column commander!
Brando knew that he had caught a big fish this time, but whether he could eat or not was still a problem. But Brando knew that he had to eat and he had to eat. At this time, he could not retreat and had no way out.
There is only one thought left.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win.
He raised his sword, and the tip of the elf sword was almost so bright that it was dazzling. The sound of wind surrounded his ears, and he could hear nothing but the sound of wind. He could only roar almost lifelessly:
"Cavalry, follow me to attack——!"
"attack--!"
There were only forty-nine people, but the response was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami; when the rumble of horse hooves reverberated throughout the valley, it was as if the heaven and earth had joined forces and everyone had become one.
‘White Knight’ Alberton’s expression changed in an instant.
Like Magus, it had been guessing who the human commander was, and which sequence of Eruin the mysterious army belonged to. But it did not expect that it would actually confront the opponent in such a situation.
meet.
When it turned back, a pair of pupils burning with blazing frost-colored flames looked at the charging cavalry from under the white embroidered helmet, and it almost thought that it had returned to the era when the classical chivalry spirit shined.
The 'White Knight' almost lost consciousness for a moment. It remembered how many years ago, on the Golden Flower Plateau, the pride of mankind, the cavalry of the Eagle Cruz Empire were also so proud, and those proud knights didn't even bother
It is convenient to use tactics. They only need to charge, charge again, and continue to charge to win.
Because there can no longer be found such a proud and honorable army in this world. It seems that every one of them will die in the process of continuous charge even if they die.
Their lives are for that moment of burning - dazzling brilliance.
In front of an army that regards death as the highest honor, all combat effectiveness is pale. All resistance seems so weak and meaningless. Alberton actually found that his heart was a little loose. He almost thought that he had returned to a place where death was the highest honor.
A hundred years ago.
Its lack of concentration caused it to miss the best opportunity to react. When Alberton suddenly realized that he should turn the skeletons of his men around, it was too late.
Brando held the elf sword and charged straight forward like the sharp point of such a team of surprise soldiers - a silver line, guiding all the king's knights forward.
Yes, in his eyes those skeletons were turning slowly, but they were too late, too slow, too slow!
"Corpse Witch——!" Alberton pulled out his sword with a clang, almost screaming from his heart.
Ten corpse witches raised their bone staffs at the same time.
A dark storm suddenly appeared in front of the undead army. When the storm was generated, the earth was completely shattered, sharp rocks flew upward, and instantly turned into powder. The branches on both sides instantly turned into black smoke, screaming into the sky.
'White Knight' Alberton couldn't help but hold his breath. He was almost not sure whether what he saw before was an illusion, but how could Eruin see such a cavalry now? But then, this pale man
The knight then remembered that he had not breathed for a long time...
It sighed.
But in the next moment, the blazing frost-colored flames in its eyes solidified in an instant. It couldn't help but open its mouth slightly and watched the young man rush out of the dark storm with his right hand raised high -
He raised his hand, and a transparent blue magic circle on his hand shone slightly.
Although the dark storm composed of negative spirits blew his hair back one by one, he raised his hands high and the storm immediately turned around.
As he moves forward, the storm also moves forward——
Just like that moment, Brando was the king of the storm. When he struggled to shout word by word: "Energy loss——"
The storm suddenly turned.
The skeleton soldiers in the front row fell down one by one, and the skeletons in the back row tried to raise their spears, and then were bumped into by their companions, who also fell down row by row.
But Brando was also at the end of his strength.
But the next moment, they saw the young man's horse fall -
Not only these undead creatures, but everyone on the entire battlefield saw Brando fall from the horse. At that moment, it seemed that the entire valley fell silent, and the human refugees couldn't help but stare at the back and stopped their hands.
Actions.
Freya was tightening the reins and urging the self-defense group to speed up, but she happened to see this scene when she turned around and couldn't help covering her mouth, unable to make any sound.
The business lady's expression finally changed, and she couldn't help but hold up her skirt and run forward.
Leto, Mano, Bottom, Volonta, and Uriel couldn't help but loosen the reins on their hands. Only then did they realize that even that young man would fall?
But Brando had already adjusted his posture the moment he fell off the horse. He was just waiting for an opportunity.
Charge, start.
As soon as his feet landed on the ground, his whole body turned half a circle in mid-air and shot out like an arrow from the string. He moved forward, his sword moving forward, a silver line.
Everyone saw that eye-catching silver line——
Symbolizes miracles.
After the silver line passed, the twelve skeleton soldiers were divided into two halves. Brando landed surrounded by countless undead, with the sword in his hand still raised high.
He saw the tall undead knight covered in white.
He also saw the blazing flames of frost in the other person's eyes.
It turns out to be you, the ‘White Knight’ Alberton, the former hero of Eruin. Brando looked at the other party, the elf sword tilted slightly, and the glowing blade was already pressed against by the wind.
"Your journey ends here, young man!" Alberton looked at him and took Brando's sword with one sword.
With silver strength, Brando used his strength to pull away and retreat immediately.
