Vol 5 Chapter 32

A silver line appeared on the horizon. This silver line was flowing over the hills and valleys. The thunder rolled. The blink of an eye came to the front, and it became clear that there were countless silver horses. These slender, curvaceous French warhorses came to the border of the forest before they began to slow down. They stopped slowly. They shook their ears. If they wandered on the meadow outside the forest, the tallest horse in the herd of horses. , Looking up in the direction of the forest.

The shooter girls who saw this scene with their own eyes were almost stagnant. They cast their curious eyes on Metisha, and they were full of admiration for the princess commander.

Meditha's face flushed slightly, but soon calmed down and calmly commanded: "Guard Lin, listen to my orders, and get on."

The girls heard the order and quickly carried their long bows on their backs, stepped out of the forest in turn, and carefully approached the beautiful and unusual war horses; however, they immediately discovered that these war horses were extremely friendly to them. Not only did they show no hostility, they also Head down to get close to them, as if not for the first time, but for comrades-in-arms who have been with him for many years. The girls were surprised and curious, as they pulled down the cloak's hood, touched the mane of their mount affectionately, then grabbed the saddle, stepped on the stables, and turned over one by one.

Their movements are extremely skilled, as if they were well trained.

The last one to be launched was Fini. The chief tree-elf shooter looked a little shy at first, but when she got on the horse, she immediately launched her spirits and said happily, "Originally, Lord Lord asked us to train every day. Just for today! "

Brando grabbed the stables and glanced back at her, "I don't know who was in trouble during training."

Fini replied without a heartbeat, "Isn't this riding too, isn't he a gentleman, I've never seen such a good horse. It seems like riding on it has a sense of mind."

Other girls also agreed.

Brando knows that the effect description of the Cavalier Ready card of the Franken Knight is ‘Pay x Fortune. The Franken Knight turns x followers into cavalry. If he is a cavalry, he gains flying power. ’, Which literally translates infantry into cavalry. It's not just the summoning of war horses, so these wind shooter girls will feel like they are now. It ’s just that a person who has never rode a horse suddenly acquires the riding skills, and will feel wrong when sitting on the horse for the first time, so basic riding training is still necessary, even if it has no effect in a short time , At least let them be familiar with the feeling on horseback.

For that moment.

In the cypress forest--

"Equestrian shooter?" Count Zlin asked incredulously.

Earl Jacques shook his head gently. Earl Zlin was obviously the one who did not know anything about the military but liked hearsay: "The bows on their backs exceed 1.5 meters. This is a typical infantry bow. Immediately unable to perform. Unless they have another short bow, they are unlikely to be riders. "

"Maybe they still have short bows, or what purpose do they call these horses for?"

"It's also possible," Count Jacques replied after thinking for a moment, and he had no idea what Tonigel's thoughts were now. But the Earl could transform a cavalry, and renewed hope in his heart, rubbing his hilt and thinking about when to cooperate with the Tonigers. In order to reverse the situation.

On Madara's position opposite them, the blood stick was drawing the same conclusion. The Eruin suddenly had an additional cavalry that could threaten its flanks, making it a little bit like a back. The army across was really weird. It was thinking about what the other commander wanted to do with the riding archer army, but he couldn't figure it out.

The other dark lords also felt incredible, and they finally reached a consensus that the riding archer army next to them was likely to be the suspect of the Eruin distraction. If the wing is really divided, the central position is likely to be unable to support the White Lion infantry's five brigades. But letting such an army of ‘rider and shooter’ sway in and out of itself does n’t seem to be a solution. In the end, the Blood Staff ordered the last remaining Skeleton Warrior to rise to the top, at least making it impossible for the other party to disturb its flanks.

Seeing that the blood stick was still acting properly. Brando couldn't help laughing: "Now it's up to you, Medina."

"Master, the victory and defeat have been divided, this time please let us personally lead us to charge." The silver elf little princess replied softly.

Brando nodded. "Call them the tits."

Matissa blew a whistle, as if a nightingale. After a while, more than a dozen knights came out of the woods on horseback. They came near, and they were the tiger sparrows, but their costumes were far from what they were then. the same. The tiger sparrow wore a set of exquisite and heavy armor. This set of armor has a white city style. The shoulder armor is connected to the armour leaf. The white paint is painted with the sea monster pattern. He uses a long gun with a waist hanging on his waist. The sheathed sword and tomahawk don't look like mercenaries, but knights. But Brando knows that this is the elite knight costume of the eagle in the distance. The eagle in the distance is the most famous mercenary regiment in the White City area.

Others are similarly dressed. Except for Sister Furrow, the elder sister in the wild elves is now wearing a gray robe made of leather. The cloak behind it is made of countless webbings, and a brass ring is set under each webbing. A weird cloak is also very popular. It is a wizard's robe. Each brass ring is engraved with the corresponding spell, which can be cast immediately in battle. It is a standard battle wizard dress. The sister of the wild elves, Tia, wearing a large white robe and a pointed wizard hat, has become an official elf ambassador. He is now looking at his lord with a smile on horseback.

The tiger bird greeted Brando with a smile: "Lord Lord, I haven't seen you for a long time. Such a long training can ruin us. Although the scenery of the Gem Plain is good, Rochelle's evening is still prosperous and beautiful. But it is still not as good as this real world, not to mention we are eager for a **** fighting career. "

"Tiger, when did you talk so squiggly," but Brando was a little overwhelmed. "It won't happen in the future."

"Really?" Tia asked happily.

"of course it's true."

In fact, maintaining the vanguard of White City only needs to pay Feng 5 and Medisa 20 mana every day. Brando nodded, while Frow snorted softly. He looked over there unexpectedly. The elder sister in the wild elves turned away, only to let him see the pointed ears. "It's really angry." Brando thought to himself, card creatures are emotional, and don't know what happened to Murdez and Andreig, the former is okay to say. The latter is estimated to have killed his heart.

He took a look at the direction of the river bank. The battle situation has been very slow. Madara is like a huge turntable, slowly turning in the rain curtain, while Freya is directing the White Lion Guard to try to break through the spider swordsman. The broken lines of defense, after all, the undead are different from humans, and even in this case, they still caused Freya great trouble.

Brando clamped the horse's belly and drove the warhorse to the front of Linge Guard. He turned his horse's head, facing the direction of Madara's army, and whispered: "Bypass the direction of the White Lion Guard's attack, follow me."

The army moved.

Nearly a thousand pure silver war horses and the archer girls on their backs slowly bypassed the front of the White Lion Guard's offensive, toward the flanks of the Blood Wand Army, and the Viero and Madara undead were watching this scene closely. Although knowing that it is unlikely to be a terrible rider and shooter, letting such an army directly threaten his empty flanks. Still make the blood stick vaguely uneasy. "Let our shooter stare over there," it ordered the corpse witch around him: "Don't let the Eruin be too brazen."

"Our shooter may not be their opponent," a dark nobleman answered in a husky voice.

"Of course they are not their opponents. Those are elf shooters, our shooters are just setting up in front of them! But if they really carry short bows, then short bows are inferior to our long bows, understand, stupid!"

Brando looked at the movement of the blood stick, thinking that this old lord of Madara was also leak-proof. But unfortunately, something is bound to be unimaginable in its empty head. Lin Ge's guard marched slowly and stopped when approaching about 1,000 feet from the Blood Staff. Everyone did not understand what the longbow cavalry wanted at this distance, but they immediately acted The answer is given. Under everyone's attention. The wind shooter girls brushed up and dismounted, as if they had rehearsed countless times long ago. They ran forward to the open space to form a formation, and then raised their long bows in the sound of the password. The Leuen's feather arrow had already risen into the sky.

The commanders of the undead looked up at the dense light spots. After flying to the highest point, they stagnated slightly, and then whistled, and there was a light rain on the flank of the blood stick in an instant. This is not the same as Viero's crossbow salvo. The wind shooter's arrows are faster, more penetrating and more accurate, and they are all enchanted arrows of the holy attribute. After a round of arrows rain, the wings of the blood stick It looks like it was combed over by a comb, and brushed down several rows of skeleton shooters.

The blood stick can't stand it at a glance. At this distance, its skeleton shooter can't shoot at the opponent at all. It can only be beaten. It never dreamed that it would be an infantry on horseback. At this moment, it only felt that the opposite commander was simply There is a hole in the brain. What are you thinking about? Can you not fight well? However, the long-known dark lord still had to order the skeleton warrior to attack the elf shooter army, otherwise he would let the archers shoot wildly, it must be crazy.

The wind shooter under Brando saw the skeleton army attacking, and he did not panic. He returned to the array in an orderly manner, turned on his horse, and whistled away, leaving only a back view for the arrived skeleton army; and They ran a distance, stopped Malay again under Brando's command, and again lined up, firing at the skeleton army.

Now the commanders of the undead are stupid, what should we do? Chase, catch up. Shoot, but not shoot. If there are still fear spirits, you can let the fear spirits entangle the opponent, and then send a skeleton army to chase them down to destroy the opponent, but now the fear spirits have been exhausted, and the remaining ten heads are not enough to fly over A round of volleys. Of course they also have cavalry. The problem is that if the cavalry is transferred, it is equivalent to letting the Lantonirans attack the other flank. They will only collapse faster.

The blood stick suddenly became as big as a bucket. How could this battle be fought? If the opponent is just an ordinary cavalry, it can also use the deadly endurance of the undead to drag down the opponent's mount. The problem is that the opponent's war horses are obviously all summoned. When have you heard that the summoned creatures have endurance restrictions? That's all it takes. There are three warhorses for each shooter. It doesn't matter if one or two are dead. It now starts to realize Veskagg's mentality before it, and he wants to cry without tears. What kind of army are these? The infantry runs faster than the cavalry, but the archer shooter is equipped with three war horses. This is clearly an elite cavalry configuration. What is the other commander thinking?

"This ..." Count Jacques couldn't help when he saw the scene from a distance: "This is Faenza's dragon cavalry tactics ..."

"Equipped with three war horses for a shooter, this Count is also rich enough." Count Zlin also sighed.

"Those warhorses were summoned." Count Jacques had to explain to his colleagues that he had misunderstood and had to explain it, but he still sighed in his mind that he could now play the tactics in Eruin. I'm afraid this Count is the only one. He hasn't figured out how the other party summoned these handsome warhorses. How sacred is the Earl of Toniger? But now he suddenly came to understand, and only these characters can turn the battle of Ampelsel on his own.

"We're all a bit underestimated, Count Zlin." He could not help but sigh.

The situation on the battlefield has gradually become clear.

The scorched blood stick has to let one of its skeleton warriors drag the opponent's wind shooter-or rather give it to the opponent to eat; the only thing it expects is that the opponent's elf shooter can eat a little slower, so it can be called He could free his hands and deal with the white lion infantry on the beach first. Although the elf shooter unit is disgusting, it is not the army that decides the battlefield. Its planning seems to be very successful. Brando's wind shooter also has two Holy attributes enchanted arrows. Naturally, it cannot be wasted on this skeleton army. Only ordinary arrows can be used to slowly consume their ‘live’ power. In this way, the blood stick finally won the time.

It finally mobilized the Spider Swordsmen of the two regiments to its own front, plus the original Skeleton Warrior Regiment and the two Skeleton Archer Regiments, Madara had the absolute overwhelming front of Brando's White Lion Guard Sexual strength.

And this time. The White Lion Guard also just cleaned up the rest of Veskag and Murgkin, and took the two brigades under the command of Hipamila and Freya as spearheads, killing directly to Madara's home. The timing of the final decision on the battlefield seemed to appear at this moment. The armies of the two sides were strangled to one point, and the magic group of Eruin played again. The fireball crossed the entire valley far away, and the stars fell into the army of Madara.

Then, after almost half an hour of silence, the corpse witch and the skeleton mage also started to fight back for the first time. The green and gold beams staggered over the two armies. Soon, the Eruin magician group began to quiet. Go on.

"Haha!" The dark mercenaries from the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon naturally knew what it meant, and they couldn't help screaming in excitement: "Their wizards have no mana!"

Faith seemed to return to these dark nobles at once, and for a moment they almost thought that they had failed, "Martha is on top, victory is ultimately the black rose of Bromanta!" Someone even yelled. Unfortunately, the army of the undead has no morale, otherwise morale will definitely be boosted at this moment, maybe it will kill the White Lion Legion directly and lose its helmet.

Compared to the gratefulness of the Madara nobles, the Vieros were much more depressed. Count Zlin had asked them several times to immediately send troops to help the Tonigers. It was this guy who had earlier requested to retreat. Now The most enthusiastic is this guy, but Earl Jacques has long seen the essence of this guy, and just shook his head indifferently. He stared at the battlefield, the time was still far away, and he believed that the Earl must have a second hand.

Charr stood in the wizard's square, looking at the hundreds of times the bright green light in the corpse-witch square in the direction of Madara, probably guessing what the other party thought, but he calmly waited for the third round of the attack Then he gave his subordinates a snap.

"It's time to undo the magic barrier."

In the traditional wizarding battle, the wizard's first three rounds of attacks are the most intense and concentrated, and especially when they are aware that they have exhausted their mana, the opponent will definitely double their efforts and want to eliminate them in one fell swoop. All the opponents' guesses were correct, but only one point was wrong. After the magic barrier was removed, everyone in the Tonigel's wizardry group did the same action.

They opened the leather pouches on their belts--there were three of them--and took out a bottle filled with light blue liquid, frowned, squeezed their noses, poured their heads down, and the next moment, these wizards The spirit power that had been depleted in his body suddenly surged again.

The blood stick is a corpse witch, and its vision is shielded by the power of the law, so you can clearly see such a scene a few miles away. Of course, it understands what the other's shaman drank. Used mana potions, but so many mana potions, it's really never seen before. Hundreds of bottles of mana disappeared in an instant, and the reason for consuming them is only to defeat it. Only those who really deal with magic understand what this means. At that moment, the blood stick only wants to cry, if it can. It almost wanted to run over and give the opposing commander a head-on punch: knowing that he was so valuable, he just let the opponent give them these mana potions, and then he directly raised his hand and surrendered. (To be continued please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better updated faster!