The Amber Sword: Act 223 Evening dusk or Daybreak
Evening Act 223 or Daybreak
The red cavalry fell apart in the forest, and the red-colored swallowtail flag fell down.
Pallas is silent around. The ample experience general's knuckle grasping the hilt of the sword is also a little white. -- is the group of Mercenary of Lopes in intelligence.
The old Knight closed his eyes, and there was a deep exhaustion in the wrinkles on his face. Knight Wade was the youngster he admired, but the war could not regret it. Aouine already bleeds too much blood. When he opened his eyes again, indifferent persistence remained in the dim eyes.
Now that the rebels show their cards, the outcome has been announced.
"Knights of Radnor, go ahead, and add a glorious stroke to your glory." He waved his hand as if he had given the young man the victory and defeat.
A cheer, all Knights from Radnor Shire, warriors of those Silver rank cheered in unison.
But this kind of cheer does not arouse the slightest joy in Pallas.
Because Aouine already fell asleep, just like him, the old man's eyes passed through the dusk of the sky, as if already saw 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?
"Knights moved." There was an indifferent voice in Jutta's ear. The female mercenary commander turned his head and saw the invariant face of Medissa. The small elven girl face was pretty cute, and there was a little elf royal family, The taste of General Princess.
Jutta nodded.
The outcome is just a thought, even if she can see it. She just didn't see the chance of victory. The previous battle consumed her a lot of Stamina. Even in front of this Elven Princess, she could hardly keep her manners a bit breathless.
Like this line of defense, anyone can see that already is shaky.
But Jutta couldn't help but look at the Medissa in front of her with some incomprehension. She wondered whether it was the pride of elf or some kind of unnamed self-confidence that supported this little girl.
But where does her confidence come from?
The female mercenary commander gasped slightly, and for the first time passed the anxious look behind ‘Myself’ without paying any attention, and turned back and asked piously, “How can we deal with it?”
A woman's pride compels her not to bow her head. She wants to see where the general's general confidence comes from. Obviously a child, how can you understand everything on the battlefield, does this elven girl really understand what she is facing?
Jutta is skeptical of --
But Medissa is sober.
"Blow the trumpet," she said.
Jutta looks at this Elven Princess in disbelief, even if she is covered with silver battle armour, but she still looks like a childish general at this moment.
"What about Madara?"
Blowing the trumpet is a signal to mobilize Troglodyte, but Troglodyte can contain the last power of Madara's. This is not a secret. Both sides of the battlefield know this. This is the last reserve on both sides of the battlefield, and whoever joins the reserve first loses the war.
Medissa glanced at her, grabbed the spear beside him with a bland motion, and replied: "Give me horses, I will lead them in person."
"I ..." Jutta was suddenly speechless, and she grabbed Medissa's shoulder: "My person cannot accompany you drop dead! ..."
"How about you?" Medissa asked her with her head tilted.
"I ..." Jutta took a deep breath, she nodded: "I am with you, little sister."
Medissa smiled.
When the long bugle horn sound sounded in the forest, it was like an ancient ballad. Both sides of the war seemed to feel a kind of vastness from the ancient thick woods.
dragon horn bugle, Pallas suddenly felt that time was reversed, and it was back to the years when Rongma was fighting. On the battlefield of Holy War, there is 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 Troglodyte."
"Troglodyte has appeared."
"Are you going to fight hard?"
"These rebels ... really respectable enemies."
"Where did they come from?"
Yes, where did these people come from? The old Knight suddenly felt a little confused, this is by no means an ordinary rebel, these are the best Aouine's warrior. But why is the excellent Aouinian always bleeding with one's own? The old Knight suddenly came up with the idea of seeing that called Brando's youngster.
He couldn't help thinking, maybe one day, Aouinian could be united again. But who will do it all? Is it the Dukes in the north, or the isolated Her Highness the Princess?
Pallas felt that he might not see that day. He closed his eyes as if he wanted to find the footprint of First King Eicht in his dream.
"Master?" Knights around asked hesitantly.
"Notify Madara." The closed eyes of Pallas never opened again, and the old Knight replied with some exhaustion. Knight nodded and retreated, but at this time Correct, a cheer came from the forest.
"What's wrong?"
Pallas narrowed his eyes to look at him, and his personal guard knights turned back at the same time. The direction of the cheers came from the camp where Wizard Corps was located. Those weird and incomprehensible guys seemed to be celebrating something.
The old Knight frowned unpleasantly.
"It seems that adults wizard found that the forests created on the opposite side were not all real, and a large part of the back was fantasy. They had been trying to solve this fantasy before, and they finally found a way just now." A commander answered immediately .
Pallas snorted softly. The Wizard Corps of the thirty-strong man had played almost no role in the previous battle, which caused his superior youngster to lose a lot. Although those guys in robes explained that This is because they have been fighting against a Phalanx Formation camp that is far stronger than their wizard, but the old Knight has always thought that this is just an excuse. wizard, which is more powerful than them, isn't it Gold rank's wizard? How could there be such a talent existence among the rebels?
Sure enough, those guys with weird and incomprehensible are not credible, 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 that the action of wizards was quite fast. The sound of singing in unison soon sounded in the forest below, and then a huge Mana fluctuation even made ordinary soldiers in the forest feel their hairs stand upright.
The Mana fluctuations that even ordinary people can sense, can't escape the eyes of the real professional spellcaster. In fact, wizard and spellcast of Radnor side, Ciel sensed the opposite movement. However, the young Wizard attendant looked at the one's own apprentice and 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 Mana, you let them go. What level of Intelligence will you be with those idiots? Go crazy? "Ciel suddenly showed an expression of hate for iron and steel, and he nodded to the other side's head:" The confrontation between wizard, use more heads, understand? "
The apprentice was scolded by stream of abuse and nodded quickly. In fact, as a mentor, Ciel is definitely not the best choice. At least in patience, this young Wizard attendant is not as good as his master.
He looked at all the wizard and apprentice wizard wearing robe and shook his head: "Don't say I didn't remind you, keep more MP to prepare for the last battle, I brought you here, not to let You explain here. "
"Of course," Ciel shrugged: "If a person has to be stupid, then I have no choice but to do nothing."
As soon as his words fell, a much louder cheer sounded in the forest. Everyone looked back and looked at the north bank of the Gris River. This time, all the ordinary soldiers from Radnor, Pallas, Grizzly Bear Shire and Gelushi cheered, including even mountain people.
Because the fantasy of the forest is melting.
This is good news for everyone in the Radnor army, it seems to herald the final victory, and their enemy already loses the last barrier.
Targus and his Black Knight guards stand like a shadow in the forest. The golden pupils unique to Descendants of the Blood are flashing with indifference, as if the victory or defeat of the war, or the war itself, has nothing to do with them. . Behind them were tens of thousands of Undead Army. Because they did not need to breathe, the entire army was silent like a wall of steel.
The one-eyed general's eyes fell on the Troglodyte army covered with thick armour.
"Troglodyte Stormtrooper." He said, laying down the iron Glove and turning back: "This is the human hole card, let's go, I want Madara victory -- for the emperor!"
Black Knight pull out the bright machete, and respond with a low voice: "Will with Mercury Staff."
But at this time Correct, another bugle horn sound sounded in the forest.
A long, lingering voice.
Targus stopped.
He listened as if with a side ear.
"It's an offensive number."
How dare they attack? Pallas felt that he suddenly closed his mouth, and all the Radnor soldiers who were cheering closed their mouths. Because behind the melting forest, they even saw something that should not belong there.
"Attention the entire army! A strange army appears on the left!"
"The other party did not respond to the banner, it may be an enemy!"
The shouts of the ordering soldiers echoed.
...
Brando saw the scene of Correct when the branches of the trees were stacked in front of the eyes. Rows of elf shooters riding Pegasus also appeared from both sides, he turned around and glanced at Quinniel:
"Guess where their chief warrior is?"
"You humans should be called generals, I think it's on that hill."
"I said this to do as the locals do." Brando looked at this Forest Elf Boss in surprise.
"We don't have the chief warrior's statement either. What you said is Beastmen ..." Quinniel couldn't help but yell at bared teeth.
"Almost," Brando shrugged, he looked at the rolling forest in front and the Gris River that was almost stained red: "But I don't think Pallas is stupid enough to expose itself to such obvious Somewhere, there might be a position for his Knight-Thane, 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?"
"already has been cleaned up," the one and a half team immediately replied, "But my lord ..."
"But?"
"I found a hunter's hut ..."
"Hunter's Lodge?"
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(ps: The cold is not good yet. I bleed a few nosebleeds yesterday, tragedy. It's another two changes, classmates, continue to vote, continue to force two more changes tomorrow ~
In addition to answering a few questions here: There are students in the review area who say that the background and setting are difficult to understand. How do you say, as a self-made world, there must be a lot of background about humanities and the world. If I write these things as I'm afraid that the set is also several tens of millions of words. First of all, you may not have the leisure to read it, and secondly, I 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 may be that you do n’t understand it once, but you learn it after more.
Second, Freya is not really Amber Sword, but just named. Nemesis hopes to take the intention of this sword to fight against the declining fate of Aouine. In addition, someone posted on the post yesterday and asked if Nemesis was crossing. I did n’t 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 story, but I can tell for sure You, she didn't come across. )