Vol 3 Chapter 319

It was originally the largest of several wool trading markets to the east of Ampelsel Harbour, but previous battles have turned it into ruins. A lot of soldiers collapsed between the market sites, the Hong Kong Guards and the noble personal soldiers were arguing, and the White Lion Corps stood on the sidelines.

"Master, the temple will not intervene in his domestic affairs. This is not out of arrogance, but because the temple is unwilling to be governed by secular rights. Both the sacred covenant and the sacred covenant clearly stipulate this principle. You should understand that. "

Count Vitokin straightened the helmet and the attendant put on the battle armor, but his beard hair was burnt, making the majestic look damaged and looking a little funny. He escaped from the Anderle Grande Temple in the crowd together with Grand Duke Sifaher. The wounds on his body were also left when he passed through the fire field. A burning pain in the acupuncture while turning the forearm of the arm made him fangs. Grin.

"But respectable Lord Priest, isn't punishing evil one of your priorities? Not to mention the opposite party is evil heresy, preaching the enemies of chaotic humanity."

"This is nature, the temple will not sit idly by and watch the Lao kingdom fall into misery." The voice replied a little funny.

But the physical pain is not as good as the tingling of the soul. The power from the "Pole Realm" shocks the heart. Gray Sword Master Mephisto pulls Merros into the gray field in order to suppress the inflammation of commandment, but in the end, That glance made everyone cold inside.

What kind of kingship and knighthood were in vain in the face of real power, the temple was high above them, but they must also bow their heads in front of the ultimate law. Vitokin glanced at his pale palm, still shaking slightly.

He lifted his head and glanced not far away. The famous sword lord flame Nicholas under Archduke Sifah was negotiating in the temple with his master's motion:

"Then I want to ask on behalf of the Duke. What do you plan to do?"

"Let's say this. At the invitation of the new royal family of Eruin, we came to apprehend the Grey Sword Saint Mephistre, who had killed the high-level members of the temple. He was a very desperate and desperate man. In addition, we also came to welcome the Saint The holy relics that have been lost for many years. The holy relics of His Majesty King Gilt. The fragments of the holy sword Odysseus ... "

The priest wearing the official robe of God said a bunch of words, generally meaning: we will help you deal with the Grey Sword Saint Mephistre, and fight against ‘cultists’, but you should solve your own domestic affairs.

That's a typical Cruz, with his chin up high, as if you fellows should be grateful for this. Grand Duke Sifaher said nothing, his face was terrible, but he did not dare to attack.

As early as after Oberu VI, the nobles of Eruin gradually fell. It even makes people forget that in fact, Eruin also had a master of the extreme realm; the ancestor Eke himself was a generation of sages. In the second era of recovery, it is said that at the time, Eruin had two sword sages of the extreme realm. The chief court wizard was the famous Tulaman, but after that, the glory was gone.

Homura Nicholas also looked bleak. "What about these cultists and Her Royal Highness?"

The priest groaned a bit: "Master Wood said. We can build a temporary teleport lineup for you. Let you cast the Black Blade on the battlefield ... this is the limit. We are setting up a teleport lineup here. In the future, there will be one less teleportation formation in the jihad. We must know that even in Cruz, such a formation is only used to transmit the elite army ... As for such a third-class army, it is a bit wasteful to speak, but for our allies, we It can be sacrificed ... "

Nicholas was so scared, he interrupted: "I see. Thank you for the support of the temple. But I don't know when the temple intends to shoot?"

"I'll be here soon. Is the means of the temple conceivable by ordinary people?" The priest replied with open arms, with a look of admiration: "Let's just wait for the show, oh, it's here-"

Suddenly, the dispute over the ruins ceased. The monks of the Fire Temple, wearing red robes among the remains of the broken wall, looked up. In the mid-air they saw. The space opened from both sides, with pure white ripples.

In the middle of the ripples, the line of extremely complex mysteries is opening up light gates.

The wind over the ruins stopped for a moment.

A total of twelve light gates are suspended in mid-air, and then an upper, middle, and lower three-layer magic array extends from the light gates; accompanied by flying white characters, twenty mysteriously dressed in gold-red robes and silver masks People step out of it.

Each person held a long sword in the shape of a flame.

If Brando were here, they would recognize the Templar knights of the Temple Arbiter; this is one of the most special formations of the Temple of Fire, each of these knights was trained by the real knights , Their true combat effectiveness is often far superior to most of the same ranks.

The most important thing is that they often have only one task: heretical trials.

Count Vitokin looked up, watching these Templars—

Space Spells ... This is the highest forbidden spell that the Temple of Fire claims to lead to infinity. These spells born in the Battle of the Holy One are already the top secrets of the major temples, and are the only surviving ones in Warnd There are few space spells.

He was also the first to see such a miracle. When he saw the Temple of Fire of the Cruz Empire throwing twenty Templars from the main hall on the battlefield thousands of miles away, he felt only in his mind. Blank.

As a soldier, he knew exactly what it meant—it was a truly unrivaled force.

But he even forgot that the Eruin had faced such a force and had won a brilliant victory. The temple at that time was even more powerful, and Eruin was just newly established, like a baby in a trance.

Witokin felt only shivering and even a little regret, and it was easy for these Templars to seize the power of Eruin. Can these nobles really keep their power?

Until the sound of footsteps stepping on the stones and fragments from the back of his head, woke him up.

Vitokin turned around, and then saw an old white-haired knight who came down by the hilt of the sword, and the other two knights accompanied him. The other was wearing a dark blue old cavalry uniform that was slightly faded. It is Redel, the old legionnaire of the White Lion Legion.

The old man was also looking up in the air. The Earl hurriedly stood up to say hello, but the old man didn't even look at him and walked straight ahead of him.

Vitokin's face was red and white for a moment, and the dead ghost really looked down on them. He groaned secretly. Although the White Lion Legion is the kingdom first. But how about that? It's not the same as the Lionheart Sword.

As a mule, you have to set up an archway, oh! What's so amazing! He tore away the aristocratic Sven, and could not help cursing him.

This dissatisfaction manifested in the count's face, and he murmured dismissively.

But Relder was unheard of.

The old man seemed to be thinking. He lightly pressed the ivy pattern on his sword handle—a cavalry sword of thirty-two years standard. The ivy mark on the sword was almost flattened. The sword has been with him for half a century since that war. Every time he brought the sword, he could remind him of the era when the wind was blowing on the plateau. Everything went by, following the wind.

The young people of the White Lion are still arguing, and even the child of Karen begged him to tear up and leave this sad place with the White Lion. Soldiers must have the courage to face death and sorrow, and those children are choosing They gave their best answer before them, and they explained the value of the White Lion.

However, should the White Lion Legion lose its faith? The old man has no energy to care about. A deep, firm flame was burning in his eyes. Seems to support the last hint of strength in this aging body.

He stared at him for a long time--

Kingdom, or Lionheart Sword.

First King, there is not much time left for the Eruin to choose. The holy war is imminent, Madara is staring at the side of the bed, Eru must not fall into a long period of civil unrest, and the collapse is in sight ...

And this land, the land where the ancestors spilled blood, is the land that bears the dream of the Eruins; as long as this land is still there. Eruin will have a bright day again.

I am too old, and the White Lion Corps is just like myself, getting older every day. Already old enough to no longer carry that banner, but anyway, I still want to do my best.

Hope, leave it to future generations.

Someone has to take responsibility.

His Royal Highness, Lord Marshal. It looks like it can only do so much.

...

The non-commissioned officer and the White Lion Guards of the King ’s Knights College finally killed a blood path from the siege of the northern nobles, but this does not mean that the crisis is resolved. There are fixed numbers. Brando then ordered everyone to dismount, walk slowly down the street, and build energy.

They were crossing Tofus Square, which was located on the same axis as the Grand Temple of Anderleef and the Grand Auction House, which was the middle line west of the port of Ampelsel.

Nimesis was a little worried about the speed of the army and was anxious whether the White Lions would catch up from behind. But when she asked the question coldly to Brando, Brando shook her head.

"No, do you know how many people the White Lions mobilized to kill us?" He asked quietly.

The Horsewoman froze slightly. She lowered her head and estimated that in the first battle they encountered and defeated almost four columns of the enemy. Each column was about two to three hundred. But they cut through the line of defense of the White Lion Legion during the onslaught. There must be more troops in the depths on both sides. What she was worried about was that these troops were chasing from behind.

Brando saw the hesitation of the female knight and shook her head to explain: "The White Lion Legion has three guards, Jude, Claw, and Lion's Mane, a Knight of the White Lion Blade, and a ban in the past. Guard Corps, but it was later revoked, "Brando glanced at his White Lion Guard, and continued:" Considering that it is unlikely that the White Lion Corps will actually mobilize a Legion to leave the border, it is likely that they will be fighting Elite troops mobilized within the Legion. "

"In the previous battle, we encountered two columns of Franz, which should be archers and light infantry columns of the First Swordsman of the Jude Guards of the White Lions of the Kingdom. The latter was defeated by that. The light cavalry squadron that came to support should be a scout cavalry of a knight detachment of the temple and the third swordsman regiment of the White Lion Army of the Kingdom, and the bad luck that you killed is their commander Conn ... "

It was a little surprised to see the Knightess a moment's surprise, but she didn't look very obvious from the cold look, Brando couldn't help shaking his head. In fact, Kang En is still a little famous in history. It is a pity to hang up like this, but there are undead people in the war. He only thinks so.

"The last line of defense formed by the white lion heavy guard we rushed through was obviously another force. Considering that the Jude Guards consisted of four swordsmen regiments. Two heavy infantry regiments. So in On our front, it is very likely that we have half a complete weaving of the Jude Guards, that is, two swordsmen regiments and a heavy infantry regiment. "

"Am I right, Sir Overwell?" Brando asked back.

The kingdom's lone wolf nodded, and looked at Brando with some surprise. Prior to Griffin's resurgence, the major drawback of the military system was that there was no unified organization. The rules were often customized by nobles and lords everywhere. The major legions also had their own systems, such as the North and South Legions. different.

Therefore, even if they are also soldiers, they do not necessarily understand the establishment of other legions. Not to mention that if Brando were like this, he would say exactly what the enemy was facing, what he belonged to, and who the commander was. This is basically impossible.

In fact, this is also a common phenomenon in Warnland in this era. In a war, commanders often can only judge the army opposite them by judging the flag of the war and capturing captives. The number of oolongs produced for this purpose is endless, and there are also a few famous players in history who have made many classic war cases by this factor.

But history is like a torrent. Cruz and Madara ’s military reforms have already begun, and soon it will open a new chapter. The era of war is about to come after the tide of trolls. Although Eruin took the last A bus. But in the end, it died in the dust of history because of incomplete reform.

Brando looked at these people present. Most of these people are soldiers. The non-commissioned students were originally trained as junior officers. They were the tinder of the Eruin reform. They knew, like Overwell, how incredible Brando's previous judgment was.

Everyone was a bit disapproved. How could the random enemy's sequence be guessed on the battlefield. There is no such arrogant commander in history, but there are a lot of people falling into the trap, and there are even some famous battle examples that have been passed down through the ages.

But after seeing Overwell nodded and agreed with Brando's answer, they were a bit complicated. ‘Hi Commander’ is very confident and naturally wo n’t be fooled. So there is only one possibility left.

"How do you know?" Nimesis opened a rare mouth and asked everyone instead.

Brando smiled: "Because I'm familiar with every army in Eruin, I know exactly what they will and will do."

He replied that way, not to pretend to be a prophet. Instead, he must show such self-confidence, because now only he can lead them to kill a **** path from here, and he knows that he must show enough confidence to deter everyone.

"You said you are familiar with every army of Eruin?" A soft but calm voice asked.

Brando looked up and saw His Royal Highness princess in a costume. Can not help but light up. He remembered that Griffin had never been a gentle flower in the royal family, and her swordplay had always been a leader among her peers. She wanted to come to the other party to participate in the previous charge.

He even saw the bayonet sword worn on the waist of the half-elf girl and the blood stains on her face that had not completely dried up.

She turned to stare at him with silver eyes, a silver curly hair hanging on the dark blue woolen military uniform, and the tailored uniform was worn on her, every line seemed to fit the curve of the girl. It's really refreshing. Brando only thought that the other party was wearing this military uniform under the skirt from the beginning. It is no wonder that he put on a thick cloak to conceal it at the venue, and looked a little bloated.

But when Her Royal Highness asked a question, her tone seemed a little weird.

Brando hesitated, as if to say that every army was not impossible. He had ‘lived’ for nearly a century in Eruin, during which he fought alongside many armies, including even aristocratic personal soldiers. But this answer seems a little too incredible, a little omnipotent.

"Well, you can't say that," Brando thought and replied deliberately: "At least the regular army weaving, I should be familiar with it."

He noticed the weird look on Princess Griffin's face and turned back to Overwell for an inexplicable look.

Oops, it still seems a bit overdone. But Brando could only keep talking. He brewed a bit and replied, "So the conclusion is obvious ..."

"According to the establishment of the Kingdom's White Lion Legion, a Swordsman Regiment should have three light infantry columns and one archer column, and an additional mage squadron and scout squadron, a total of 1,100. The heavy infantry regiment is half of it , So I judge that there may be less than 3,000 White Lions on this battlefield. "

He said so. Nimesis understood it already. The White Lion Legion is less than 3,000. In the previous battle, they were hit hard by nearly a third. An army that lost more than 30% of its staff in one battle has not collapsed. It is an amazing thing. It is too outrageous to continue to pursue. Already.

Not to mention that Brando's hands add up to more than double-digit gold-level masters. Even if the White Lions are trying to make it unnecessary, it may not be a good deal.

"But they may not just watch us leave?" Nimesis raised her long eyelashes and glanced at Brando silently.

"Exactly, so we must now develop a new plan."

"New plan?"

Brando nodded.

Obviously it is impossible to have such a little power on the battlefield. The key is Cruz. Her Royal Highness seemed to have gone with him, and she looked up and asked, "Is it because of the Cruz?"

"Due to the deterrence of the Holy Scriptures and the Holy Covenant. The Cruzs and the Temple of Fire should not intervene, but they can find ways to help our enemies." Brando silently recalled the means of the Temple of Fire, He replied: "Since the Cruzites are here, they must not have come to invite us for tea—"

"What's more, we are the masters here, and we are also invited to treat guests." He also joked leisurely, causing a laugh in the non-commissioned officer's life. Brando's indifferent attitude has won the favor of most people, and no one will like a coward, especially these young men with military qualities.

"So how can they help. His Excellency Commander?" Brando's voice just fell. Someone asked loudly.

Hearing that the Cruzians would not take the shot themselves, most of them could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. At the scene, like Brando, who came from another time and space and could completely view Cruz's empire's deterrent as nothing else, after all, he was the only one. After all, the empire has accumulated power for centuries, and its power has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"At least they can let our enemies go out on the battlefield ahead of time. We have heavy soldiers in front of us, and we have army in the back. Don't think that we defeated the White Lion Legion is a smooth road."

Brando looked at the others, reminding him, "We defeated only a small part of the White Lions Guards. The true elite is still behind."

"Puppet of flames!" Princess Griffin's silver eyes lightened slightly. "You mean, it is possible for the temple to build a temporary teleportation array in Ampelsel like the puppets of flames in the last jihad?"

Brando nodded.

"But such a teleportation team costs a lot of money, and it will not be one of the nine cattle for the temple. I heard that such a teleportation team only built a few in the entire war. They were willing to serve the nobles of the north. Is it such a big investment? "Nimesis asked.

Brando couldn't help shaking his head, pure soldier! However, Her Royal Highness nodded calmly: "A holy war is coming. A stable Eruin means far more to the temple than a teleportation formation, not to mention that Eruin serves as the front line of the war. In the future, it has a temporary The teleportation array is also necessary ... "

"That is to say, the Black Blade and the White Lions may appear on Ampersel's battlefield at any time." Loka nodded.

"But our army is still in Vlada-Pez." Enrok couldn't help but a little changed his face, and the fallen guy finally woke up again: "This is fun, aren't we going to be dumplings? "

"Don't worry, all this is just guessing. It is the temple card. After all, the teleportation team has a time limit. But we need to have a corresponding response plan," Brando replied. "I like to do something ahead of time. Make a plan, and I hope you will too, so we need a new plan to respond to possible changes next. "

"So what are you going to do?" Nimesis asked.

"I haven't figured it out yet, but we can rule out those unrealistic options one by one." Brando replied: "The most direct way is to turn around and kill back to the port area. There are inspection cavalry and port guards in front of us. The main force of the army, but we will also have the support of our allies. "

"It's just clear now, although there are still storms in the open sea, but since the temple knows that we might go the sea, then we may be a bit unwise to make this choice. Moreover, the warriors above the elements can easily destroy our Sailing, even if it is not caught alive, I am afraid it will drown-- "

"That is, we can only break through by land." Nimesis replied calmly. As if it had nothing to do with her. Such a horsewoman made Brando feel a little strange, very different from the one in his impression. The school sister in Brando's memory, dare to love, hate, calm and confident, always has an infectious smile on his face, but never lacks majesty and determination, as if he was a born leader.

But the horsewoman seemed to linger on something, and Nimesis frowned, her face cold, when she looked at a person. As if immersed in his thoughts. The other party always seems to be thinking about something.

Every time Brando thinks this way, he actually has something strange, obviously two different people, but he always compares it subconsciously.

Nemesis watched the other person watch him go away, and could not help but frowned again.

"Ah, sorry." Brando looked back.

"It's nothing, but leaving Ampelsel by land requires crossing the forest of Vlada and crossing the mountains of Enerke. This is not a smooth road. Instead, the thorns are everywhere. We may face the Grand Dukes of Enerque and the nobles of the north at the same time We will not let us break through so easily. "

"No, you're wrong. I'm afraid it's not a breakout, but a runaway, a dangerous and hard runaway, the chance is small," Brando shook his head. With a bitter smile: "But we have no choice now."

"We must break out of Ampelsel from the south, pass through the forests of Vlada and the mountains of Unlec, and merge with your army in the south. Her Royal Highness and Lord Overwell had originally planned to break out south, from Leaving Ampel by land, right, with the wisdom of the lone wolf, I think there must be advance arrangements. "

Talking, he looked up at Princess Griffin.

"Yes," the half-elf girl nodded calmly. In response to Overwell, "But we still don't have many options. The troops in my territory will go north along the province of Alek, but it will take at least three to four days to reach the southern border of the Frada Forest."

"And if they are blocked by the local army in the province of Alek, it will take longer."

Brando nodded secretly, and he knew that the princess and Overwell really had the cards. Listening to her tone, this army is still useful, and even the troops in the province of Enek did not seem to be enough to completely defeat each other. Defeated, but only for a moment.

As far as he knows, Her Royal Highness Princess Vlada-Pace's own army absolutely does not have this strength, and those non-commissioned students in the King's Knight Academy are not capable. It's just the first graduates, plus the best among the freshmen such as Freya and Breson.

In other words, there must be aristocracy behind Her Royal Highness behind her, and the royal family still has a deep heritage. This is just a noble who supports the royal family. There is no calculation of the parting of the royal party, the Prince Duke Lantoniland behind the royal party. If the two do not completely turn around, they can really have the power to divide North and South.

But that was clearly not what Princess Griffin wanted.

Brando knows better than anyone else the character of Her Royal Highness Princess, who is calm and sensible, but actually fierce. She will never compromise with anyone.

But obviously more than that.

He showed a curious look. The princess certainly had more than this card, so she should have been forced to abstain from this table. By the way, what else did you not expect?

Seeing Brando's eyes, Princess Griffin sighed: "But it is not without opportunity, Mr. Brando. As long as we can leave the port of Ampelsel and retreat towards St. White Bay, I can arrange reliable allies Answer us ... "

St. White Bay?

A light flashed in Brando's mind. He knew this place. This place was south of Ampelsel and passed through the forest of Frada. It was a cliff-shaped bay. Because of the geographical environment, it was not possible to build ports and docks. Only as a temporary shelter from the wind.

But in his memory, it can only be remembered that it was the habitat of a storm hermit crab, a 12-level aquatic monster, which used to be related to only a few fisherman tasks in the port of Ampelsel.

Where will allies be?

and many more!

"Anchorage," Brando suddenly responded, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Eruin's anchorage for the First Royal Fleet!"

"Ah!" Princess Griffin whispered.

As soon as the words came out, Brando realized what he looked up at Princess Griffin, but when His Royal Highness looked at him with an indescribable look, "Mr. Brando ... you ... you how……"

Ha, accidentally said something wrong again. He was a little embarrassed at once, and it was not a good thing to have advanced knowledge. It was too easy to be regarded as a magic stick.

The secret anchorage of the Royal Navy fleet in St. White Bay is a secret that no one outside the royal family knows ...

He was trying to justify, but did not expect that the half-elf princess looked at him with a complex look, and seemed to understand something, and half a while before he said, "Mr. Brando, the head of Bunid said it was true. ... It turns out that Mr. Shire is really alive, you and Mr. Shire are really ... "

"Ah?" Brando paused. "Wait, what's your relationship with Shire? Isn't it a relationship between the Cavaliers and the servants?"

He turned back somehow.

Seeing Shier smiled bitterly.

...

(ps: I wrote it, I forgot the time. As soon as I saw the 8k word ... Suddenly otl, I do n’t want to segment it in the recent plot, just send it together.

In addition, I recently wrote about the conflict halo. If I remember correctly, it should be 7 o'clock protection. A previous chapter wrote a wrong calculation formula and wrote 11 o'clock. That should be a bug. Now you can change it. Everything is based on the formula proposed by Brando when he met Alberton. )

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