An army of two thousand undead immediately formed a formation on the shallow river beach. Spider swordsmen dressed in pitch black lined up next to each other. They wore armor with spider patterns on their chests and moved forward in unison.
Taking a step forward, he held a palm-width black sword upside down with both hands, flattened the blade, and touched the tip of the sword to the ground. He grasped the weighted hammer with one hand at chest level, and pushed the hilt of the sword behind him with the palm of the other hand facing upward.
, leaning forward, forming a certain angle with the sword body - two thousand one hundred skeletons maintained this movement at the same time. Rows of big swords were lowered one after another in the cold rain, and the cold light on the sword blades formed a line, like death.
of sharp teeth.
A small group of black knights gathered around Sir Viskager. This dark noble lord, nicknamed the Silent One, also wore the armor of a black knight, but without a helmet. A pale head with a few sparse strands was exposed on the breastplate.
Its hair is like weeds in the wind, its face is covered with dried corpse spots, its eyes are burning with pale flames, and its whole body exudes a cold breath of death. It presses the hilt of the sword inlaid with black roses with one hand, like
Its nickname is "looking to the west in silence".
It was undulating riverside hills, and the rain curtain formed a mist, blocking the sight. Behind the mist, the dark forest stood like a wall, but suddenly, holy white flags appeared in the forest, and under the flags
, is a line of marching human infantry, the silver-gray armor reflections are shining like sparkling lights, one after another, a trace of doubt flashed in Sir Viskager's eyes, it has never heard of this army, but
The opponent is well-equipped and obviously not a no-name brand.
One mile is a distance where both parties can only observe each other quietly.
"There are no shields, light infantry, and the size is about five brigades." Sir Viskager calculated the size of the army in front of him at a glance. For a person like him, this is not a big skill.
There are more than 400 autonomous territories and small states in the sea and the land. Everything is lacking there, except for soldiers, especially experienced soldiers. They are the best mercenaries in the entire dark world. They have experienced hundreds of battles.
The sensitivity to war has long been instinctive. "One and a half." It felt relieved. The pride belonging to the black rose in the soul fire took over again, and it couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.
The Spider Swordsmen are the nemesis of light infantry and cavalry. As long as there are no heavy cavalry, they are the most terrifying force on the battlefield, not to mention that the opponent's numbers are far inferior to their own. Sir Viskager smiled coldly, thinking about these arrogance
The arrogant human nobles must still stick to the old rules and hold the belief that infantry is only a defensive force, but they must not know that infantry can also show its fangs and become a sharp knife that tears apart the position.
"Let the spider tell you later that your era is over." The Black Knight commander took another look at Eruin's army. The White Lion Guards were advancing slowly, and he was even more certain of this in his heart.
At this time, dots of light began to float across the river bank.
"They're blessing the spell."
"There is a group of magicians."
The rumbling conversation of the black knight next to him made Sir Viskager slightly raise his sparse eyebrows. The army opposite him was really extraordinary. There was a magician group, which was at least an army of the same level as the Vanmere Legion. The opponent was very likely.
It was part of the Central Army Corps, not an army of nobles. It just didn’t know which one it was, so it frowned. It wondered in its mind that the Southern Army Corps had already arrived near Ampelser, and where did the army in front of it come from?
A legion?
The flash of magic gradually became denser. Sir Viskager finally changed his expression - on this scale, could it be part of the Royal Knights of Eruin, or the Black Blade Legion or the White Lion Legion? "Impossible, this
It is impossible for the three elites of the Eruin people to come to the south unless they have completely abandoned the area north of Ampelsel." It shook its head and murmured in its heart that the army in front of it was really too weird. Although Ma
There are also corpse witches in Daala's army, but seriously speaking, corpse witches are not wizards. Don't say it has never seen this matching group of magicians. Even after the War of the Saint, the entire military history of Warnd
has never appeared.
An infantry of 1,500 people, equipped with a magician group of more than 100 people——
"This is really crazy!" Sir Viskager felt that either the other party was crazy or he was hallucinating.
The battlefield echoed with the sound of trumpets.
"The Viero people asked us to turn around and retreat," Brando looked away from the direction of the mist-filled river beach, and said to Ke Wen, Caglis and Freya beside him: "It seems that they still have some conscience.
"
"Hehe, at least it proves that the people we want to rescue are not completely useless." Caglis replied with a smile.
Ke Wen said nothing. This was the first time for the young man from Schavlund to personally participate in the war. The scene in front of him was different from what he had imagined. The White Lion Guards were walking slowly in the drizzle, and the sound of orders came to him from time to time.
In his ears, "Swords are unsheathed!" "Forward in formation!" When the young people from Tonigel just left the forest, the formation was still a little scattered. However, after advancing a hundred meters, a well-defined array was formed. The non-commissioned officers on horseback and the
The heralds were galloping in and out of the queue, flags flying. Such an army was completely different from the armies of the nobles he had seen. He had a vague feeling, as if this army should have come out of a certain period of history and came to this battlefield.
.
That period of history is called the establishment of Eruin.
He looked back subconsciously, and saw Brando standing with a sword in his hand, looking up at his army on horseback with an indifferent expression on his face.
"This army is just that in his opinion." Ke Wen thought, "What kind of army does this Earl want?"
Brando smiled softly. The White Lion Guard has begun to take shape, and Eruin has taken its first step, but what he wants to see now is to push open the door with his own hands. The door that shines with golden light
Behind him is another era. In the previous period of history, it began in the Year of Silver, and in this period of history, it will begin today. After today, it will be the future. He raised his head and looked at the rain curtain in front of him.
There was a slender back, and at this moment Freya also turned back and looked in the direction of Brando. She was riding a snow-white horse, and she was full of doubts at the moment, "What on earth does Brando want to do? Isn't the magician group?"
It's used like this..." It is clearly written in Eruin's tactical manual: precious magicians must receive the strictest protection, and a magician group with more than a hundred people must be protected by a legion. Otherwise, it should be
They spread out to avoid devastating blows.
The magician group is a valuable auxiliary combat force, and sometimes it can even change the situation of the battle; wizards have extremely strong personal combat capabilities and are stronger individuals on the battlefield. In general tactics, such individuals with stronger combat effectiveness should defeat them.
Dispersed in the army. In this way, it can not only be effectively protected, but also pose an effective threat to the enemy's array and command personnel at various points.
But now, the Tonigel magicians are forming a square formation like the infantry, with only a small number of White Lion Guards remaining outside the square formation. Their chants resound through the river bank, like hymns, and light floats in the air.
Layers of spells were protecting the White Lion Guards in front. Caglis was looking up at the light-colored halo falling from the mid-air together with the rain, falling on every soldier, even himself.
He touched the energy shield a few inches away from his body with his hand with some curiosity. It seemed that there was a layer of air flowing on it, wrapping around his fingertips and forming a vortex - that was the wind shield. "It's really spectacular." Ka
Gris muttered to himself that equipping so many wizards to an army of only 1,500 people was opposed by almost everyone, especially Antitina and Medisa, the former of whom was trained from the territory.
Starting from the difficulty of the wizard, he advised Brando to cherish this rare power, and the latter had experience from the battle of the saints. He was not optimistic about Brando's concentrated use of magicians, and others; even Frey
Most of them, including Ya, are opposed to it. There are many wizards in Tonigel now, but most of these wizards come from various mercenary groups, witches and druids of the Trade Wind Ring. They are not reserve forces cultivated by the territory.
, that is to say, once it is lost, it is difficult to replenish it.
In everyone's opinion, this rare group of magicians should be used carefully as a secret force of Tony Geer, but Brando defied everyone's opinions and put them together to form this team.
The magician group. This unprecedented magician group has been criticized since its establishment. Caglis even heard that even Ciel was not optimistic about the future of this magician group. Those Cruz people who followed Veronica were even more
To put it bluntly, this is completely the behavior of the nouveau riche.
But will the lord be a nouveau riche?
Caglis looked at Brando, who looked indifferent, and pinched his chin, "Well, okay...it's a bit like that." But in any case, the buff spells provided by the magician group of more than two hundred people are enough.
Covering an entire army, when they attached themselves heavily to everyone in the White Lion Guard, the scene was truly spectacular.
"Your Lordship does seem to have some insight." Yuta took one last look at the other side of the river, then pulled down the metal mask and replied in a low voice in the rain.
Fern, who was not far away, shook his head after hearing this. He pulled out his long sword and advanced slowly with his men, feeling a little worried in his heart. Concentrating the wizards was not something no one had done before, but the effect was really limited.
The enemy will spread out the formation to make the spell effect less obvious. Even if one or two troops are defeated, once the concentrated magician group is attacked, the loss of precious wizards will be much higher than the opponent, and the gain outweighs the loss.
As time went by, no one did this anymore.
But what exactly was the Lord thinking?
Brando looked at the curious and suspicious look on Caglis's face, and understood what the other person was thinking, "What do you think the wizard is, Caglis." He asked. The latter hurriedly pulled down the metal mask, although so
It was a bit impolite to do so, but he also guessed that Brando had just seen his snickering look. He hesitated and replied: "Sir, the tactical manual says-"
"Don't be ridiculous, Caglis. You are not a professional. Don't mention any tactics to me. Tell me your own thoughts." Brando replied angrily.
"Sir, I really don't know." Caglis shook his head. He was not a wizard, so how could he know what wizards would do. There were rumors in the countryside that these wizards were all powerful and omnipotent, but these rumors were obviously not to be believed.
: "But Princess Medisa..."
Brando sneered at Eruin's old tactical manual, but he did not necessarily agree with Medisa's statement. Yes, the Battle of the Saints can be said to be the largest on this earth after the destruction of Babel Fortress.
It was a grand war. In that war, there were the Frost Knights, the Dragon King Cavalry, the Dusk Song Guards of the Miner people, and the Princess Guards of the Silver Elves. That war was as epic as it was epic. But in that war
, but there is no wizard.
The history of wizards begins with Tumen——
Tumen taught magic to the Silver People. Starting from him, Warnd had the first generation of wizards. However, it was not until the Buga people's dynasty reached its peak that the history of wizards began to become dazzling. The thieves of these laws, in the Holy
During the War of the Sorcerers, they were just an ascendant force, as weak as a hatchling that broke its shell. In a battle with such a level of power, all they could do was look up. And the history of wizards' participation in the war is still unknown.
Looking back even later, the disintegration of the Holy Alliance directly led to the Buga people becoming indifferent to world affairs. The Silver Elves retreated into the deep valley, and the age of mortals came. Today, many years later, the rules of war have truly changed.
What is a wizard?
Many people believe that wizards are the power to change the situation on the battlefield. Their strange spells can bring unexpected variables to the entire war. They can make the hard land become muddy, make dry battlefields suddenly rain, and can set fire to the forest.
Fire can build forts and fortresses in an instant, and can provide countless help and protection to friendly armies. But they all ignore one thing: the other side of wizards.
Destructive power.
"The wizard represents firepower," Brando said to Caglis, who stood proudly in the rain: "This is a power that can dominate the battlefield."
There seemed to be no difference between this statement and the previous one. Although Caglis didn't understand what 'firepower' meant, he could still hear what Brando wanted to say. He was a little disapproving, but still replied angrily: "The wizard's
Mana is limited. Lord, and their enemies are alive. Didn't Lady Veronica also say that it is a waste to use the wizard's precious spells to kill scattered enemies."
This is indeed a problem. After all, this is not the era when the great demon tide begins, but that will happen later. Today, the group of magicians under his command is completely enough to deal with these skeletons. Brando thought about it diagonally
Lin Huizhan, recalling the miracles created by the wizards in that war, he smiled coldly, and soon such miracles would befall Madara's skeleton.
The wizard apprentices of Tonigel have practiced today's battle thousands of times, but even they themselves don't understand what it will bring. It will only deeply shock everyone when it shines.
The two sides have entered the final distance of one hundred and fifty yards.
The Eruin people began to blow their cornets, and the White Lion Guards began to speed up, but they were still in good order. The non-commissioned officers on horseback also dismounted and joined their own queues, holding their swords high and using passwords to direct their men to prepare.
He began to charge. At this moment, Brando's eyes flickered. He swept across Madara's long array, and the skeletons were indeed scattered. They were indeed the Emperor's Chosen Group from the Sea of the Dead Moon, and they lived up to their reputation.
When the two sides approached within a hundred yards, the corpse witches under Sir Viskager began to add spells to the spider swordsmen. They were very calm, or rather their commander was very calm—
—Because there is no such thing as whether the undead itself can sink or hold its breath.
"The speed is faster than expected," Sir Viskager said to his men: "There is something strange about this army."
The strange lion shoulder armor of the White Lion Guard had already entered their field of vision. With the blessing of spells, the speed of this average Tonigel infantry, which was only at the peak of the Black Iron, was close to the starting speed of the light cavalry.
Viskag suddenly gritted his teeth and realized that the army in front of him might not be defensive infantry at all, but an out-and-out offensive infantry like his Spider Swordsmen.
"What do they look like?" he asked over his shoulder.
"It's a bit like the legendary White Lions." A black knight replied angrily.
"No, it's not." Sir Viskager shook his head, "That's not right."
It's a pity that it doesn't have skeleton archers under its command, otherwise it would be able to test it out. But it doesn't matter, this is the Imperial Select Group from the Sea of the Dead Moon, an army personally selected by His Majesty the Supreme Emperor, equipped with the best equipment in Madara.
The elite undead soldiers and commanders, no matter who is in front of them, will have only one fate, and that is to be crushed. She made a gesture and asked the black knight to raise the flag and pass the message to the corpse witch in the army.
Let the entire formation be more open. The open terrain on the river beach is beneficial to them, because their own side has more troops.
At this moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in the rain curtain ahead.
coming.
Sir Viskager thought in his mind.
When Count Jacques saw hundreds of golden lines crossing the rain curtain on the top of the mountain, those hot flames were like molten steel flows, intertwining with each other, then disappearing, then flashing, one after another, as beautiful as a winter harp.
Fireworks were placed at the ceremony. Everyone was so surprised that they were almost speechless. "Magicians!" Someone shouted, "There are so many magicians in Tonigel!" The Earl turned back to look at the others.
The nobles of Viero looked at each other.
How could they use magicians like this? Is that Count Tonigel a nouveau riche!?
This is what everyone thinks.
The fireballs fell on the river beach like raindrops, causing an effect beyond everyone's imagination. The soft soil on the river beach seemed to be injected with life and came to life. Pieces of it were tumbling and lifted up, forming a doomsday-like formation.
The scene. Even the non-commissioned officers of the White Lion Guard were almost stunned by the scene in front of them. The terrifying explosion completely plowed Sir Viskager's front line. The skeleton swordsmen there were originally standing scattered.
, now even more scattered. After a round of fire, a sieve-like position appeared in front of the White Lion Guards.
At this moment, Freya seemed to have a flash of lightning in her heart and realized something.
Sir Viskager also realized the problem.
This round of magic strikes did not destroy his army. In fact, the strikes caused were very limited. Although there were casualties, they were minimal compared to the consumption of the opponent's wizard's mana. But the problem was that after the spell, there was still a white army in front.
Lion Army. It originally thought that it was just infantry and could not enter the position so quickly, but the opponent's speed was beyond imagination. It was not infantry at all.
That's the damn cavalry without riding a horse!
That is the real White Lion Infantry in history!
"Quick!" Sir Viskager suddenly screamed: "Let the back row push forward, don't let them cut into the front line so quickly! Don't let them run!"
But it was at this time that the second round of magic strikes arrived as scheduled.
Brando's eyes fell on Charles, who pondered for a moment and gave the attack order. In everyone's stunned eyes, the wizards' spells extended forward and landed on the first and second lines of the Spider Swordsman.
On the position between the two lines. And there is almost nothing more than an open space now. The Viero people behind Count Jacques were almost frightened, "Why are the Toniguers attacking the open space? Are they crazy? The wizards don't need the magic power."
money?"
Earl Linz suddenly stopped talking, because he saw countless fear spirits suddenly flying out of the formation of the blood staff and heading straight to the west of the river bank. Those monsters were almost overwhelming and came out in full force.
"The Blood Staff has realized the problem," Count Jacques looked at this scene and replied dryly: "The two regiments to the south of it are going to be finished."
"What?"
A loud whistle sounded from the river bank.
The effect of the magic is far from over, but Freya has already raised her sword and simply issued her first command in this war: "Charge!"
