Act 14 Interlude

Act Fourteen Interlude

When Brando led the light cavalry forward quickly through the forest and pointed out to them the undead scout cavalry groping forward in the valley, everyone was stunned.

As if the fantasy had become a reality, the young man who led them really had the ability of foresight.

But only Leto and Futalong guessed the gargoyle, but they didn't have much time to think, because Brando had already issued an attack command, and more than fifty riders rushed down and sealed it under the command of the young man. It should be said that they have no retreat at all.

Because Brando knew how they would react.

When Brando arranged the cavalry's assault route, his image in the hearts of these mercenaries was not only an excellent general, but also magical. The beginning of the battle was kicked off by a horizontal sword wind. Four or five skeleton soldiers cut off at the waist, and then Brando took the lead in killing the undead. However, any skeleton cavalry who dared to stop him were often collapsed by a sword as soon as they entered the attack range seven or eight meters away

Then there was only the commanding Lich left in front of him.

A sword head.

Gathering up the team and making a surprise attack again, the battle ended as if it was exactly the same as the night before. Only one security cavalry accidentally got a sword in the left rib, Brando left him behind, and the self-defense regiment behind him took over, and then they continued to move forward.

Within a quarter of an hour, they defeated another undead scout cavalry on the other side of the hill. After two battles, Brando naturally had to bandage them one by one because of injuries and downsizing, although he was just for cheating because his field first aid took effect very quickly, even more perverted than some hemostatic drugs.

But his small move has won him a very high reputation, although his prestige among the mercenaries had already been in full swing before that, and even Futalong, who had been against him, couldn't help thinking that Bran It may be the God of War descending to earth.

Only Mars, the god of war in mythology, has such supercilious strength.

However, Brando felt a little boring. The tactical movements of the Madara cavalry in this era were so rigid, far less flexible and changeable after Instaron's reform. In his opinion, it was a bit like training AI back then.

But the only gratification is that he gained a total of 779 experience points in the two battles and successfully reached level 17.

At the same moment, when the refugees led by Freya began to abandon their carriages, Madara's side found themselves in even greater trouble.

As we all know,

Magus Magus is a half-zombie whose rotting flesh has to be maintained at all times to keep it from falling off.

But even if the bones are exposed, it doesn't matter, anyway, the necromancer apprentices under it will replenish it regularly. Rotting tendons and epidermis allow zombies to be stronger and tougher than skeleton soldiers, but as a general, Magus arranges the carrion on it more aesthetically.

However, the news from the front line made it feel a little unusual. His necromancer apprentices sent more than a dozen ghosts to the south before nightfall, but only half of them returned on time.

Is it the refugee team? Or a trap?

Magus scratched the incomplete scalp with some doubts, startling countless plump white maggots scattered from his forehead, and these small things quickly got into the hollows of his eye sockets and cheeks. He chewed.

He marked on the map the areas where the missing ghosts were responsible, and there was a possibility that the refugee team might exist along that line.

But since the other party has the ability to counter his ghost, it means that this may not be so simple. He had to let those treacherous wizard apprentices send out a second batch of ghosts and further confirm the news. Magus could roughly guess how long it would take, but before that, he could urge the zombie army in front of him to further speed up, better than the two boys Alberton and Weissana to complete the encirclement.

Madara has a saying: No matter how clever a mouse is, it cannot escape from a sealed oil tank.

Under attack from all sides by him, Kabais, Alberton, Weisa, Diren, Laitios, and Gulob, no matter how cunning this small refugee team is, they will eventually have nowhere to escape.

When the sun rises tomorrow morning, the area south of the Jianshi River Valley will be completely covered by the black roses in full bloom in Bromanta, and Madara will surely win

Magus reached out and stroked a ghoul squatting obediently beside him like a dog. But the half-zombie general didn't know that when he took everything for granted, the squadron leader of the undead army right in front of Brando was in a dilemma.

In fact, about a quarter of an hour ago, the black knight Sassar had confirmed that he had lost contact with his two ten-man skeleton cavalry, and it suspected that he had been targeted by an unidentified Aruin army. . So it immediately sent spies to contact the Eleventh Squadron not far from itself, but no matter whether Sassar sent ghosts or skeleton cavalry, there was no news in the end.

Now the black knight has realized that the problem may be a bit bigger.

When Brando and the mercenaries appeared on the top of the hill, they saw that the undead squadron below was stopping and preparing to stay in place. Bartom, Leto, and Mano hadn't seen anything from it yet, but Brando frowned secretly.

The quality of Madara's mid- and lower-level non-commissioned officers is really amazing. The young man wished that the commander of the opponent would choose to move closer to the friendly army in the other direction when he was in doubt, so that they could pass safely with the refugees behind him. This blank space.

But the commander of this undead army made the most accurate judgment at the first time.

"What are they doing?"

Futalong knew a little bit about Madara's tactics, so he couldn't help asking. He looked at Brando again, and he no longer doubted the other party's ability in his heart.

"Stand on guard. The scout cavalry we cleaned them up was too neat and tidy, giving them the illusion that an army three times their size was targeting them," Brando replied.

"Three times? Then why don't they move closer to the friendly army, aren't they waiting to be divided and surrounded here?"

"Their commanders are waiting for friendly scouts."

"Aren't they afraid that we will intercept those scouts?" Mano replied casually, wiping his scimitar.

Brando glanced at him, thinking that the scouts could intercept it if they wanted to? If they hadn't relied on Gargoyle, the strongest scout unit in the Amber Sword, how could they have come and gone so easily within the scout search coverage of several undead troops.

"Killing the scouts is tantamount to telling them that there are enemies in this direction. The reason why we eliminated the two teams of skeleton cavalry before is because Brando made up his mind to eat up this squadron." Leto explained on the side.

"Aren't we running out of time for this category?" Mano asked.

"One hour, end the battle and clean up the battlefield." Brando replied.

It was almost twenty minutes later when Freya led the self-defense team into the arena.

When Sassar saw the fir trees on the top of the hill begin to shake, he finally saw rows of soldiers with spears coming down from the top of the hill. He froze for a moment, the other party's attire was not the same as any other regiment of the White Mane Legion in his impression.

He couldn't help turning his head away, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Which army is that?"

The Lich beside him immediately bowed his head respectfully: "It seems to be a militia."

"militia?"

Sassar was startled, could the militiamen kill his two skeleton cavalry silently? The black knight also felt that there was a fraud, he couldn't help standing up on the horse's back, and gestured behind him.

"Change bows and arrows"

"Mark a hundred and forty feet, throw it, let it go"

The skeleton soldiers immediately untied the longbows around their waists and opened them creakingly. Then he let go of the bowstring with a buzz, and a cluster of black arrows flew high, swishing into the fir forest on the hillside.

The mountain wind is very strong, and the arrows are basically not accurate. But for the militia with little training, it has a great deterrent effect, and the formation of the Self-Defense Forces walking down the mountain paused for a while, and suddenly became chaotic.

But they also had Freya, a girl with a long ponytail who rode from the left to the right of the team. She tried to motivate the mercenaries on the right and the light infantry of the White Mane Legion, and let them drive Those militias attacked.

"Low down, head down, everyone! Remember what you learned in training! Don't stop, follow me, remember, this is a fight for your family"

Freya took the lead, holding a long sword and shouting encouragement.

At least it seemed that her work was very effective. Under her encouragement, the militiamen quickly gathered up their courage to form again, and then slowly pressed down from the mountain.

Sassar frowned, and he ordered another wave of arrows to be fired. After adjustments, the aim of the skeleton soldiers was significantly higher this time, and several people in the first three rows of the militia rolled down in the rain of arrows.

However, after two projections, the militiamen became more calm. After overcoming their psychological fear, the effectiveness of projectile weapons was not as great as imagined.

Sasar immediately changed his gesture and pointed at the female knight. The third wave of arrows was obviously aimed at Freya. However, the Fenghou half body armor on her body immediately flickered with countless light spots, and every arrow flying towards her was bounced off and fell to one side.

This almost miraculous scene stunned everyone, and then the militiamen cheered in unison, and couldn't help shouting Freya's name

"Elf Guards?" Seeing this scene, the black knight almost laughed out of anger. Sassar wondered where this inexplicable army came from.

On the other side, Brando finally nodded until now, although he was a little clumsy on weekdays. But the scene in front of him proved that Freya was the Valkyrie in his mind after all, she was born for the battlefield.

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

just in time

Then Brando pulled out the Thorn of Zhanguang, and the elf sword shone brightly in his hand, and the light suddenly appeared. The sudden flash of light on the battlefield made most people startled, and people on both sides raised their heads and looked over.

"Elf sword!" Sasar recognized the sword at a glance, and he almost screamed and subconsciously pulled out the sword in his hand.

Brando raised his sword high and shouted, "Charles!"

The young wizard servant on the other hand understood, and immediately raised the ruby ​​in his hand and pointed at it: "Sharp, split, and the structure of the blade."

A layer of white lines immediately extended to the tip of the elf sword in Brando's hand. They flickered once and then disappeared, leaving only the blade of the sword after the spell solidified. .

"A new day has arrived, my lord, remember the maintenance cost." Charles said with a smile after casting the spell.

Brando smiled slightly.

Then he pointed his sword down, and his sword was pointed at the black knight Sassar's position, which seemed to mean that the next battle was about to start.