Vol 3 Chapter 18

Episode 18 Lumberyard Battle (5)

In the forest next to the river beach, a humming sound came out, and the lush green bushes seemed to give birth to countless spikes. These spines formed a translucent black wall and swept across the cobbled river bed. The cavemen who stood in front of them were immediately caught off guard-they were like they really hit an invisible wall. The huge impact caused one of them to stagnate, and then they backed up, and were filled with arrows. It was the soaked stone lying motionless in the middle of the river beach.

The caveman was stunned by the sudden arrow rain, and the front retreated back, but the back still moved forward under the action of huge inertia. Hundreds of people rammed together on the river beach, and suddenly turned into a pot of porridge.

good chance!

Hidden in the bush, Yuta and Fern, the mercenary commander flashed this idea at the same time. The first time their fine sword and giant sword came out of the sheath, it seemed to be ready to seize the opportunity to lead the crowd to launch an assault. People crushed.

But Brandope's long sword in the scabbard on the waist belt popped up at the same time. With the movement of his right hand, a wind pressure had been shot against the ground and a 'brush' passed over the two commanders; The sword wind, the dead wood and the cut leaves flew up and down in front of the two of them, and Yuta and Fern took a breath, and stopped subconsciously looking at the young lord.

"Master?" Fern asked.

"Fight the formation and go up to the river beach." Brando was looking ahead. In his vision, more than fifty mercenary cavalry led by the tiger bird were going around the river beach, preparing to launch an assault.

"Master, but ..." The head of the red-haired maid captain looked at the caveman in a mess in the direction of the river beach. She bit her mouth full of Bai Sensen's teeth: "It's an opportunity."

"Your opponents are not humans," Brando replied briefly, looking at her. He raised his left hand and nodded his ears—indicating that the cavemen were fighting in the darkness of the underground all year round. As creatures that rely on hearing to distinguish the surrounding environment, they are much more sophisticated in emergencies than vulnerable humans.

Even if the attack caused them to be chaotic, these creatures from the bottom of the Georgian will also recover quickly, especially the way they are interconnected also rely on the same sound wave, which is more than humans relying on flags in the chaos. It's much faster and more effective to identify teams and directions.

In the game, the caveman's "panic attack time" is much shorter than most creatures forming an army, only one round. The worst performer in this regard is the goblin, once the formation is out of order, it is almost impossible to reorganize. And the best is the undead, there is no surprise raid.

For such a creature, only a very good army can seize a short chance. These mercenaries, in Brando's view, were eliminated from the game as soon as possible.

The two heads glanced at each other, and it seemed difficult to be persuaded, but at this time Clenthia pulled out a sword and walked between them. "Listen to my lord," the middle-aged man with silver shawl looked at the caveman on the river beach, keenly sniffing a trace of unusualness, and replied, "We are inferior to the lord lord in the experience against these monsters."

Brando froze slightly. He glanced at the guy and saw some ambition lurking in the other's silver eyes. But with a smile in his heart, he didn't care what the three chiefs wanted to follow him at this moment, because as long as there was such an expectation, there would naturally be a time for submission.

"Just understand, I don't have time to explain," he lowered his sword and replied, "then execute my order." After that, Brando turned and faced the river beach.

The three heads were silent. "Adult, how about you?" But the red-haired maid commander Yuta, who seemed to be burning, asked a little uneasily. In her opinion, she still had a little difficulty understanding why the young man must have them with the cavemen. Face to face.

That number was more than two hundred, or even close to three hundred troops from the underground of the Georgian. Even the 500-strong team of the Southern Army of the Eruin was here, and they dare not say that they can block the impact of the opponent from the front-not to mention these scattered mercenaries.

"I already have a goal," Brando replied, looking in the direction of the beach.

Where--

The tiger sparrow and his cavalry are charging towards the thirty cavemen and bear goblins, and the horseshoes are booming along the riverbank-and the cavemen seem to want to turn around to deal with these emerging enemies, but At this time, the two holy archangels controlled by Brando completely withdrew their camouflage. They spread the wings of light to entangle these enemies from behind. The battle on the riverbank became difficult to divide, and the two completely released the strength of silver. The step archangel and the bear goblin with three black iron peaks and nearly silver strength are almost a draw, but under the entanglement of many cavemen, it is difficult to prevail.

But this was only a moment, and the situation soon changed, because Brando had dropped his sword and launched the charge. The young man shot out of the forest like a sharp arrow, and when he fell on the riverbank for the first time, he had shortened the distance from the battlefield by half. When he leaped a little on the ground, he seemed to have shot a ghost. Caveman.

In the eyes of the mercenary who dropped the crossbow and walked out of the forest at that moment, his young lord adult seemed to turn into a erratic black light-as he moved forward, the black tuxedo dress fluttered like a cloak swaying in the wind— — This flag just cut into the 'adventurer', the archangel, the caveman, and the bear goblin who acted as bait in the blink of an eye.

A few cavemen then responded and turned around to intercept this sudden enemy, but they had just raised their weapon, but Brando had already bypassed the sword lightsaber like a ghost, approaching a bear goblin in the middle of the battlefield.

The bear goblin was extremely alert, shaking his furry ears and turning his hands subconsciously. The flail in his hand waved over to Brando, but this hand was slow in the eyes of the young man. The latter avoided the spiked iron ball, grabbed the cold iron chain, and the whole person followed the strength of the opponent. Fly high-and then release your hand, the person flips around in midair and steadily falls.

It just landed on the broad, thick shoulders of that bear goblin.

The whole action was completed in one go, almost completed between electro-optic flint. The mercenaries blinked, and saw Brando half-knelt on the bear's goblin's wide shoulders, and with both hands he pierced the sword into his throat.

A dart of blood dazzled like a broken flag on the river beach that afternoon.

Brando pulled out his long sword, and the bear goblin uttered a low mourning. His tall body shook, and then fell suddenly. On the battlefield, there was a moment of silence.

The mercenaries who saw this scene seemed to have forgotten the existence of time and the world around them. They subconsciously stopped, and the breath breathing in their chests seemed to have a certain bloody, hot, and trace of legend. However, although the person who directed them looked at the young figure, they must not forget the environment at this moment--

Fern stepped forward, cutting off the line of sight between his subordinates and Brando. His great sword stroked forward, and Shen Sheng commanded: "Take the speed, line up, move forward, don't let the other party land--"

But the head of the Fire Brigade turned his head, and in his eyes the caveman had restored order at this moment.

These creatures from Georgian can seem to be connected to each other through some kind of signal that spreads in the air. Under the command of dozens of magenta cavemen warriors, these were still chaotic in the previous arrow rain. Monsters in a ball-the moment the mercenaries step out of the forest, they have gathered, and they seem ready to move forward again.

No more than half a minute before and after.

Fern realized how smart it was for Brando to stop their charge. If they charge, they may have to face the cavemen who reorganized the team before reaching the beach, but the mercenaries who initiated the charge It's not so easy to stop.

If you want to fight against a much stronger opponent than yourself when you lose your formation, Fern doesn't have to think about it.

He turned his head, seeing that Kellenia and Yuta, who maintained the order of the entire team in the middle of the battlefield and the other side, had the same fearful eyes.

"Where is that young man sacred," Fern thought, "The highland wizards and knights of Karasu also have such excellent descendants, and those guys are not as good as those of ordinary nobles."

But his thoughts returned to the battlefield, and he still feels less optimistic about the confrontation. Although young people's judgments have been repeatedly correct, these cavemen are now more and more difficult to overcome. Even though the line-ups were on the river beach, but facing morale, organization, and personal strength far superior to their enemies, he could not believe that they could block even the first round of charge.

He raised his hand. The soldiers in the first row put down their big shields with a bang in ***. The back row was the fighters and swordsmen who acted as spearmen temporarily. The professional archers and crossbowmen were reloading, but In the previous round of arrow rain, in addition to chaos, it caused only a few successes. It is difficult to say how effective it is now. It is nothing more than psychological comfort.

Sure enough, the caveman fell down after a wave of arrow rain. The caveman and the tall bear goblin kept wading from the formation. The sound of the rush was like an approaching death march. At this moment, it was not just Fern. He clearly saw the shrinkage and indecision from his own face. Expression.

Shake it.

Less than a hundred feet away, the crossbowman fired the third round of arrow rain. Fern clearly saw that the weak arrows hit the thick fur of the bear goblin, and there were few springs. effect.

Fifty feet.

Yuta gritted her teeth and stood at the front of her own. She thought that although she was weak, she could at least reduce the impact of the cavemen on her subordinates-those who called her the big sister and her brothers and sisters. .

For the first time, she felt a little regretful and wondered if she had chosen the wrong way: she turned to look at the young man's direction, and at this moment Brando happened to be the second bear goblin, but he didn't look at it; Yuta couldn't help wondering if the other party didn't care about their lives like the other nobles.

Twenty feet.

Clenthia could almost see the folds on the skin of the cavemen opposite him. He was sweaty and clenched the sword in his hand.

The next moment, two armies-or not even armies. In short, the mercenaries collided with the cavemen. But the results were beyond everyone's expectations.

Because at that moment, all the voices on the battlefield were lost.

Everyone feels that way.