Vol 3 Chapter 223

Act 223 is still dawning

The red cavalry fell apart in the forest, and the red-colored swallowtail flag fell suddenly.

There was silence around Palas, and the experienced general's knuckle grasping the hilt of the sword was also a bit white—the group of Rubis mercenaries in the intelligence, and the opponent was so reluctant to this end.

The old knight closed his eyes, and there was a deep exhaustion in the wrinkles on his face. Sir Weid was the young man he admired, but the war could not regret it, and Eruin had already shed too much blood. When he opened his eyes again, indifferent persistence remained in the dim eyes.

Now that the rebels have shown their hole cards, the outcome has been announced.

"Let Dennell's knights, go ahead and add a touch of glory to your glory." He waved his hands as if he had given the young men the victory and defeat.

There was a cheer, all the knights from Jean-Dernell, the silver fighters cheered in unison.

But this cheer did not stir the slightest joy in Pallas' heart.

Because Eruin was already asleep, just like him, the old man's eyes passed through the dusk of the sky, as if he had seen a thick darkness. When did Victory never bring the color of hope, only the thick blood color was seen in his eyes.

What went wrong?

"The Knights are moving." A chilling voice came from Utta's ears. The head of the maid turned back and saw Meditis's unchanging face. The little elf girl was still pretty cute with a stretched face, and It has a taste of the elven royal family and the general princess.

Yuta nodded.

Winning and losing is a matter of thought, even though she can see it. It was just that she did not see the chance of victory. The previous battle had consumed her a lot of physical strength. Even in the presence of the elf princess, it was difficult for her to maintain her manners and pant.

Just like this line of defense, anyone can see that it is shaky.

But Yuta couldn't help but look at Metisha in front of herself, wondering whether it was the pride of the elves or some kind of unnamed self-confidence to support the little girl in this situation. .

But where does her confidence come from?

The head of the maid's pant breathed a little, but for the first time passed the anxious look behind her own person, and turned back and asked piously, "How can we cope?"

A woman's pride forced her not to bow her head. She had to see where the general's general confidence came from. Obviously a child, how can you understand everything on the battlefield, does this elf girl really understand what she is facing?

Yuta was skeptical--

But Metisha was sober.

"Trumpet," she said.

Utta looked at the elf princess in disbelief, even though she was covered in silver armor, but still looked like a childish general at the moment.

"What about Madara?"

The trumpet is a signal to mobilize the cavemen, but it is not a secret that the cavemen restrained Madara. This is clear to both sides of the battlefield. This is the last reserve on both sides of the battlefield, and whoever joins the reserve first loses the war.

Meditha glanced at her, grabbed the spears around her with bland motion, and replied, "Give me horses, and I will lead them in person."

"I ..." Suddenly, Utta was speechless, and she grabbed Matisa's shoulder. "My people can't accompany you to death ..."

"What about you?" Metissa tilted her head and asked her.

"I ..." Yuta took a deep breath, and she nodded. "I'll stay with you, little sister."

Metisha smiled.

When the long horn sounded in the forest, it was like an ancient ballad, and the two sides at war seemed to feel a kind of vastness from the ancient mang forest.

With the long horn horn, Pallas suddenly felt that the time was reversed, and he was back in the years when Rongma was fighting. On the battlefield of jihad, there was only blood-based killing. The former alliance was not there. It was a war without glory, but it was a veteran's medal.

He licked his dry lips.

"It's a caveman."

"Caveman appeared."

"Are you going to fight hard?"

"These rebels ... are really respectable enemies."

"Where did they come from?"

Yeah, where did these people come from? The old knight suddenly felt a little confused. This was by no means an ordinary rebel. These were the best fighters of Eruin. But why are excellent Elunes bleeding all the time? The old knight suddenly had the idea of ​​meeting the young man named Brando.

He couldn't help thinking, maybe one day, the Eruins would be united again. But who will do it all? Is it the dukes of the north, or the isolated princess?

Pallas felt that he might not see that day, he closed his eyes as if he wanted to find the footprints of Emperor Eke in a dream.

"Master?" The knights around him asked hesitantly.

"Notify Madara." Pallas closed his eyes never again, and the old knight replied somewhat tiredly. The knight nodded and retreated, but it was at this time that there was a cheer in the forest.

"what happened?"

Pallas narrowed his eyes and looked back, his guard knight turned back at the same time. The direction of the cheer was actually the camp where the mage was located, and those gods seemed to be celebrating something.

The old knight frowned unhappyly.

"It seems that the wizards have found that the forests created on the opposite side are not all real, and a large part of them are illusions. They have been trying to solve this illusion before, and they finally found a way just now." A commander answered immediately.

Palas snorted softly, and the thirty-man wizard group had played almost no role in the previous battles, causing his outstanding young people to lose more and more; although those who wore robes explained It is said that this is because they have been confronted with a wizard far stronger than their counterparts, but the old knight has always thought that this is just an excuse. A wizard more powerful than them is not a golden wizard. How could such a talent exist among the rebels?

Sure enough, those godlike guys couldn't be trusted, and he couldn't help thinking about it. However, the other party was still doing business at this time. Although there was suspicion of credit, it was not convenient for him to say anything, but he nodded to indicate that he knew.

But I didn't expect the wizards to move fast. The sound of singing in unison soon sounded in the forest below, and then a huge wave of magic even made ordinary soldiers in the forest feel their hairs stand upright.

The magic wave that even ordinary people can sense, naturally cannot escape the eyes of the true professional caster. In fact, when the wizard of Denel's side cast a spell, Charles felt the movement in the opposite direction. But the young mage servant looked at him and asked his apprentice, but just shook his head:

"Don't worry about it, let them tear it down."

"Let them tear?" The apprentice was puzzled.

"Nonsense, that thing was scary. What role does the war have until now? Those idiots like to waste magic, you let them go. What level of intelligence must you have to go crazy with those idiots? "Sharton showed an expression of hate for iron and steel, and he nodded to the other side's head:" The confrontation between wizards, you need to use your head more, understand? "

The apprentice was scolded with blood, and quickly nodded. In fact, as a mentor, Shire was definitely not the best choice. At least in patience, this young wizard attendant was not as good as his master.

He looked at all the wizards and apprentices in robes and shook his head: "Don't say I didn't remind you, keep a little more magic to prepare for the last battle. I brought you here, not for you Explain here. "

"Of course," Charles shrugged. "If a person has to be stupid, then I have no choice but to help."

As soon as his words fell, a much louder cheer sounded in the forest. Everyone turned to look at the north bank of the Gris River, this time cheering from Jean Denel, Palas, Grizzly Collar, and all ordinary soldiers in Grus, including even the mountain people.

Because the illusion of the forest is melting.

This is good news for everyone in Denell's army, as if it heralded the final victory, and their enemies had lost their last barrier.

Targus and his black knight guard stood in the forest like a shadow, and the golden pupils unique to blood were shining with indifference, as if the victory or defeat of the war, or the war itself, had nothing to do with them. of. Behind them, there are thousands of undead army. Because they don't need to breathe, the entire army is silent like a wall of steel.

The one-eyed general's eyes fell on the cavemen's army covered in thick armor.

"Caveman Stormtrooper." He said, putting down his iron gloves, and turning his head back: "This is the man's hole cards, let's go, I want a Madara-style victory-for the emperor!"

The black knights pulled out their bright machete and responded with a low voice: "With the will of a mercury rod."

But at this time, another horn sounded in the forest.

A long, lingering voice.

Targus stopped.

He listened as if leaning his ears.

"It's offensive."

How dare they attack? Pallas felt himself suddenly shutting up, and all the cheering soldiers in Dnell closed their mouths. Because behind the melting forest, they even saw something that should not belong there.

"Attention! An unfamiliar army appears on the left!"

"The other party did not respond to the semaphore, it may be the enemy!"

The shouts of the ordering soldiers echoed.

...

This was exactly what Brando saw when he separated the branches of trees in front of him. Rows of elf shooters riding pegasus also appeared from both sides, and he turned back and glanced at Quinil:

"Guess where their chief is?"

"You humans should be called generals, I think it's on that hill."

"I said this because I wanted to follow the rules of the country." Brando looked at the tree elf leader in surprise.

"We don't even have the chief warrior. You are talking about an orc ..." Quinill couldn't help but fangs.

"Almost," Brando shrugged, looking at the rolling forest in front of it and the Gris River almost stained red: "But I don't think Pallas is stupid enough to expose himself so clearly It might be the position of a knight lord under his command, um ... "

He thought for a moment: "But it's almost the same. As a surprise, I think it's enough."

Brando turned his head again: "Scout, have you cleared the enemy's whistle?"

"It's been cleared up," a centaur replied immediately, "but adults ..."

"but?"

"I found a hunter's hut ..."

"Hunter's Lodge?"

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(ps: The cold is not good. I had a nosebleed a few times yesterday, tragedy. It ’s another two changes, classmates, continue to vote, continue to force two changes tomorrow.

In addition, here are a few questions: Some students in the review area said that the background and the setting are difficult to understand. How do you say, as a self-made world, there must be a lot of background about the humanities and the world. If I write a setting set I am afraid that it is also several tens of millions of words. First of all, you may not have the leisure to read it, and secondly, I certainly can't take it anymore. Instead of spreading it out a little bit, if you do n’t understand some settings, you can choose to skip it first. You can use him as the background. The settings that are really important will be described in detail and repeated. It is possible that you do not understand it once, but you will understand it after more.

Second, Freya's hands were not the real Amber sword, but just the name. Nimesis hoped to take the intention of this sword to counter Eruin's fate. In addition, someone posted on the post yesterday asking if Danny Rose was crossing. I did not answer the question at the time because I think there must be many people who want to know the answer to this question. I do n’t say much about the plot, but I can Let me tell you for sure, she didn't come across. )