The Amber Sword: Act 224, 四 Them

Act 224 on them

For example, in remote areas such as Trentheim and Usson, most residents do not actually live next to the city. Even in Vaunde, the more prosperous areas, the higher the degree of urbanization. Probably because of commercial trade and other reasons, the city is home to a large number of handicraft practitioners, monks, entertainers, municipal staff and their relatives, and people who depend on them.

But in Trentheim, this situation is reversed. There are many scattered settlements in the wild. The farms are located on the edge of the forest. There are hunter huts in the hills. The Centaur found this is the case. The family still lives in the house. They are afraid that it is scout of Radnor. Come over.

The leaves of the trees crackled for a while. Centaur warrior is tall, muscular, maroon, and purple and white with lines of cheeks and shoulders. They are shaking men and women, and their children, clothes. Alas, the black hair was greasy and knotted like a fugitive.

Brando glanced down at the mountain, the forest was dark, the flags of different colors staggered, but the shouting and killing sounds stopped for a while, and the entire battlefield stopped because of their sudden appearance. He found that the nearest Gelushi was secretly adjusting their formations, and the gray-green noble personal soldiers were looming in the forest.

But he didn't care and looked back: "They are not scout, they are just fugitives."

"Master, we ..." The man's eyes flashed with horror. The fugitives were caught by noble, and most of them had to beheaded. There were many headless corpses on the avenue from Daolin to Sommer, most of them were fugitives, and a small part was thieves.

"Who are you!" the child asked loudly, freed from his mother's pale hands.

...

The army that suddenly appeared on the flank made Pallas feel like a man's back, but heard that the other party had only hundreds of people and sighed in relief. His forefinger struck the smooth sword handle and asked, "Is there a response from scout?"

"No."

Pallas nodded.

Hundreds of people also dared to appear. The old Knight heard that the Knights around him was discussing in a relaxed tone. The soldiers seem to be laughing at the enemy's self-control. Although the pride will be defeated, no general will dislike the confident army. He was very satisfied with the morale of his staff. The enemy's reinforcements, for a moment, seemed to be a laughing stock.

"Those" reinforcements "are standing still!"

"Haha, probably thinking about whether to retreat or desert."

"Cowards, if we were caught by surprise when we only appeared, we might be surprised, and it wasted our time."

"It can be said that they can withstand our wings."

"That's Gelushi people are too incompetent."

Pallas couldn't help but shook his head again. How could he consider it for the enemy? The lads under his own hands are too blind, he took a breath and replied: "No response is the enemy, let the Gelushi people stop them, they lose face already enough."

Military heart is available.

"Let's go." The old Knight pulled the mask down and stood up from the rock. An attendant had already brought his steed, and he was around, and Knights was ready to go.

A small number of variables on the battlefield did not change his decision. Although Pallas is cautious, he has a decision as a general. He nodded to the attendant, and rattled when the metal ring was rubbing. The attendant wearing leather armor picked up the horn hung on the waist, slammed his cheeks, and cleared the battlefield through the forest --

Then countless soldiers came out of the forest, wearing red and blue jerseys, wearing iron helmets, wearing long swords, holding a shield, and iron guards breaking the sound of kā chā kǎ cā from dead wood.

Squad soldiers converge into a torrent, as if filling all the gaps between the trees, mountains and fields appear. The noble private troops lined up several huge Phalanx Formations. Like the water flowing slowly across the position, scattered arrow(s)s were thrown into it. Even if an individual fell occasionally, the soldiers behind would immediately fill the empty seats. The enemies in front of me seem endless, giving people a sense of weakness.

The army is approaching.

The mercenaries, still resisting in the forest, couldn't help lowering the bow in its hands. When the army of tens of thousands of people appeared at the same time, the momentum was enough to make the earth tremble.

Everybody swallowed.

Medissa, wearing silver armor, sits on one's own unicorn. Her face armor already was closed, showing only her eyes, small nose and mouth, Elven Princess pursed up lips, holding the one's own shuttle silently and looking at the scene.

Behind her are Jutta, Fern, and nearly a thousand Troglodyte. Troglodyte hunched back is on the waist, shrouded in dark, barbed metal armour, holding a giant spear, like a war monster.

But such an army is not in front of the Radnor army.

Medissa is watching the battle silently.

This Jutta doesn't understand: "Are we not on?"

"That's not our enemy, Jutta. I never said that our target was not Madara." Medissa replied looking at the mountain in the distance.

"This ... but they can't stop it!" female mercenary commander looked at the approaching army slightly nervously.

"Lord Thane has its own arrangements." Medissa glanced back at her, smiled slightly, and there was no doubt in the calm eyes: "You are too nervous."

"There are not many people on Lord Thane." Jutta looked at Medissa strangely.

"Enough." Medissa said: "I am the chief of this reserve team. First of all, I must obey tactical arrangements. Lord Thane said he can do it. All I have to do is trust his judgment. Our goal is Madara "

"I think I'm crazy." Jutta shook his head and muttered.

Medissa smiled: "Thank you for staying with me, Jutta."

"You are just a little girl." Jutta sighed and thought of one's own sister. She touched the one's own sabre, and suddenly she felt a bit cold.

...

Brando looks at the skinny boy. The mother ran over to protect the one's own child, raises head, with horror, and looked at him with begging eyes.

"Master Thane, the enemy moved." Someone said at this time in Mercenary.

Brando nodded, and he turned back: "I am your legal Thane. Regardless of whether you are a fugitive or my thrall, as long as I live in Trentheim, I will protect you. As long as you remember this, it is enough . "

After speaking, he pulled bridle and was about to leave, but to everyone's surprise at that time, the child retorted loudly: "Liar, you are all bad people!"

"Huh?" Brando was a moment, could not help but stop.

"Dad said, if you weren't here, there would be no war."

"Lord Thane ......" The man pulled over the son of one's own, looking uneasy: "He ... he ..."

Brando shook his head, and he looked back at all the people he brought out of Black Forest. Everyone looked at him, Forest Elf, Centaur, Druid and those human mercenary. Brando nodded to them, then rolled over and dismounted, and pulled out the sword in front of the eyes.

The poor woman suddenly screamed in horror, but Brando walked to her, held her skinny hand, shook her head gently, soothed: "It doesn't matter, don't worry."

Women and men looked at him nervously. He turned around and patted the little boy's face again: "You are a little man, I ask you a question."

The little boy stared at him.

"If one day someone would take your parents from you, what would you do?"

"They dare, I beat them!" the little boy replied rightly.

"Well said." Brando applauded: "Then I ask you, little man, if someone wants to take you away from me and take this country, what do you think of I will?"

The little boy looked at him puzzled.

"I stun them too." Brando smiled slightly. He stood up, pointed his sword forward in the -- forest, and the Radnor army was surging, but the two armies always looked at each other. The situation in Trentheim and even the entire Aouine has been surging for several months. At this moment, it seems to be converging to this. In the final confrontation, who can change the fate of the kingdom, -- Brando looks ahead, but turns his head: "So you all heard?"

"Shit them!" mercenaries promised abruptly.

"Shit them!" The Centaurs are boiling with blood, and this is the life they are after, chasing battles that have been given glory, until the last drop of blood is drained. Perhaps the war itself is meaningless, but the most precious things between guarding faith and hope are always worthy of respect.

Tree Elves puts the bow on the chest of one's own, and sings in unison the songs of war that spread widely between humans and elf in their early years.

Eagle spread wings, with a high crossbow, light defeats darkness, and hopes to guard the faith --

It is an ancient ballad that spread in the pre-War of the Holy Saints era. At that time, the intelligent beings on the earth could unite against Dragon of Darkness and sign a sacred and solemn vow. But in a blink of an eye, who remembers it all?

Brando smiles at Quinniel.

"How to fight," Forest Elf Boss asked.

"You stop the army of Radnor," Brando replied lightly: "Since Pallas wants Gelushi to stop me, I will defeat his left wing and show him, these noble masters always like to look down on people I hope they will remember this lesson.

"You alone?" Quinniel looked at him in surprise.

"I'm alone?" Brando shook his head with a smile. He turned his head, put his index finger and thumb to his lips and blew a long whistle. The whistle sounded far and wide in the dark coniferous woodland, which was heard by the everyones of both sides at war.

There was a sudden silence in the forest.

Suddenly, a howling came from a distance. Then a moment later, the howls of each other echoed through the forest, and the distant howling wolf seemed to be approaching here at some amazing speed, but for a moment, the howling sound was clearly in the ear.

The earth began to tremble, like galloping horses.

Pallas stopped holding the reins of the war horse. The face of the old Knight changed slightly under the iron mask. All the Knights around him stopped at the same time, and simultaneously turned back in the direction of Wolverine.

wolf pack, and it's not ordinary wolf pack.

Residents living on the edge of Black Forest, of course, most clearly know what creature came from that howl. "Black Wolf!" The first to mess up is mountain people. Those who have lived in wilderness for generations have countless myths about these horrible creatures.

There is only one thing they can think of at the moment.

Wolf tide.

"The wolf tide is here!"

The face of the old Knight suddenly turned pale.

And Quinniel looks like a knife standing on the horse's back, Brando standing alone among the Pentium's pack of wolves, as if seeing the mythical Shepherd of Wolves. Brando turned back and smiled at him slightly: "Is that enough?"

Quinniel doesn't speak, just raises a bow to him with one hand and makes a Forest Elf strike gesture.

Instantly, countless Pegasus emerged from the forest.

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(ps: Colds are a little better, but I will go out to get some medicine later, so I will go here today. Tomorrow Brando will start a massacre, you know, maybe I will will give a small outbreak.

In addition, in the book review area, what ’s ‘I ’ll fit together to form a chest’ or something? Brando really feels the divine artifact response, and Lion Heart Sword is indeed the Phantasmal rank weapon. As for the reason, guess what.

Also, you, the shadow mom, secretly told me that I had found bad things in the book review area. Yezhe or something is a bug ...)