Under a tall and slender silver tree, Jutta put away the communication crystal under everyone's expectant eyes. The young men immediately asked: "How was it, Captain? What did the Lord say?"
The beautiful female mercenary captain flipped her fiery red hair and smiled casually. "What else could it be? Of course, the Lord agreed with my plan. These Cruz people are sneakily controlling the undead. They must be up to no good. They have been hiding in Ovechin for a long time. Maybe it has something to do with this secret. How could the Lord let go of such a good opportunity?" She looked at her subordinates with her emerald green eyes: "How was it? How could my judgment be wrong? You guys still have a lot to learn."
"Yes, yes, yes. Captain, you know the Lord best."
"But Captain, the Lord is much younger than you."
"What did you say?" Jutta narrowed her eyes and asked in an unfriendly tone.
"Nothing … Nothing. Does the Lord have any instructions?" The young men hurriedly denied.
Jutta snorted from her nose and replied with a serious face: "The Lord gave us the task to delay these Cruz people. It is best not to let them pass through the Golden Needle Valley before evening."
"Wow, this mission is not easy. This is an army. How can we hold them back with just the few of us?" One of the young Magi exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"But this is not an ordinary army. In fact, this army is controlled by only a few people. The lowest level skeleton soldiers have no intelligence. They can only follow orders instinctively." The young Knight called Meyr thought carefully and said: "So we only need to delay the people who control these skeletons."
"That is not simple." The young wizard shook his head and pointed out the problem: "There are dozens of Knights. Each of them is strong in martial arts. Except for the captain, who dares to say that he can challenge any one of them one on one? Not to mention that they have more people than us. Taking a step back, the other commanders aren't fools either. When have you ever seen an army that needs to stop and wait for the scouts to finish fighting? As long as they send a portion of their men to drive us away, the army can still continue to advance. "
These words were quite reasonable, and the other young knights all nodded their heads in agreement.
Jana also frowned. The beautiful female mercenary leader originally wanted to show her identity and lure the other party to drive them away to delay time, but now she realized that there seemed to be a loophole in this plan. She had thought of the problem too simply. The number of Kirrlutz knights on the other side was not many, but they were several times more than them. It was completely possible to divide a group of people to drive them away.
"How about this?" Meyr's eyes suddenly lit up. He waved his hand to let the others focus on him: "We can scare them."
The young Magus snorted and shook his head, "Scared? Myr, I can forgive your ignorance since you haven't systematically studied wizardry, but you should know that these low-ranked undead without intelligence are immune to fear. "
"Shut up!" Jutta could not stand this subordinate of hers anymore. She reached out and hit the back of his head: "Meyr was born in Viero. He knows more about the undead than you do. Listen to him."
Meyr looked at the young wizard who was holding his head and looking at him innocently. He smiled kindly and continued: "Crewe is right. If this army is the undead of Madara, it will be difficult for us to scare them. But the ones controlling them are the Cruz people —"
"I understand," the young wizard interrupted: "You want to scare those who control the skeletons. If that's the case, it will work. But you should have explained it earlier …"
He wanted to continue, but Jutta glared at him fiercely. He could only reluctantly swallow the second half of the sentence back into his stomach.
Jutta turned her head: "Meyr, tell me, what is your plan?"
Meyr nodded and took a step back. He picked up a few stones and placed a simple map on the ground. He was a top student of the Royal Knight Academy. Making a temporary battle map was not difficult for him. In just a few moments, a simple map of the Golden Needle Valley appeared in front of everyone. The young wizards were stunned. Even Jutta could not help but touch the tip of her chin. She was a little envious: "Sigh, I want to go to the Royal Knight Academy to further my studies. But I don't know if the princess will accept me."
Myr chuckled. "I remember when I was in a war history class, the famous general of Kirrlutz, Marshal Raphael, once said that there are two types of hunters with the sharpest senses on the battlefield. The first type is a veteran general who has been through hundreds of battles and has an incomparable wealth of experience. This type of person can accurately sniff out an opportunity through the abnormalities of the ever-changing battlefield. The so-called drill book is nothing more than the essence of the veteran general's lifetime of experience. It can be said that it's a kind of shortcut method, but for someone like the commander who has real experience, it's useless."
"Wow," the young wizard exaggeratedly gave Meyr a thumbs up: "Meyr, you are really good at flattery. But you probably don't know that our commander's best skill is to escape … Oh, no, to turn around." Seeing Jutta's increasingly unfriendly expression, Crewe quickly changed his words and tried to change the topic: "By the way, what is the second kind of person that Marshal Raphael mentioned?"
Jutta was about to make a move, but when she heard this question, she could not help but feel a little curious. She knew that she was not a military genius. The only reason she walked the path of a mercenary was to make a living. That was why she decided to settle down after meeting Brando. In fact, sometimes she could not help but wish that she did not have so much trouble in Abies. If it were not for Brando's kindness and the fact that he was the descendant of Darius, she might have chosen to leave long ago. Being an ordinary person was not a bad thing. It would be even better if her sister was still around.
But the moment she put on the Knight's armor, Jutta realized that she actually had a little ambition in her heart. Among the people around Brando, apart from the oldest group of war veterans, she was one of the oldest. Compared to the young people of the White Lion Guards, she was even more so. Perhaps it was because she felt the vitality of her youth from these young people that her heart settled down again. She was willing to accept the position that Brando had promised her.
But she also understood that she came to this step not because of her ability, but because of the choice she made in Abies Castle. Although Brando was a kind and soft-hearted person, she could not shamelessly take advantage of her seniority. But whenever there was an opportunity to learn, she could humbly ask for advice. This was also why she valued the opinion of a young man like Meyr. Jutta was clear that Brando valued this batch of graduates from the Royal Knight Academy. Needless to say, Freya, Brando would try his best to give the graduates who were willing to enter the Valhalla Fleet and the White Lion Guards a chance to show off their talents. Although it was not mentioned on the surface, it was also secretly arranged by Brando for Meyr to become her personal Knight.
One had to know that she was now a high-ranking officer by Brando's side, and the personal Knight Guards by her side must be trustworthy and reliable. Moreover, Brando would often sigh to these seniors in private, saying that Tónigel's reputation was still not high enough. Most of the graduates from the Royal Knight Academy in this batch chose to go to the old White Lion Legion in the north instead of going south to join the White Lion Guards. The meaning behind his words was that it was a pity.
In fact, after spending some time together, Jutta could not help but sigh at her lord's foresight. The few youths who came from the Royal Knight Academy by her side were all good people. Although there were not many as outstanding as Meyr, the rest were far better than the so-called outstanding nobles she had seen before. Sometimes, she was even a little confused. Why was her lord always one step ahead of the others? She had followed Brando for a long time, and she was very clear that Brando had almost no time to understand this batch of graduates from the Royal Knight Academy. How did he know that there were so many talents in this batch?
Could it be that all the graduates of the Knight Academy in the past were heroes and extraordinary? But Jutta herself felt that this idea was a little unreliable. After all, if that was true, Erouine would not be the way he was today.
Of course, this was also a misconception of this beautiful mercenary. In fact, even though Brando knew that the average standard of this batch of graduates was much higher than their peers, it was still not to the extent that all of them were heroes. However, those who chose to join the White Lion Guards or even the Tónigel Fleet were mostly courageous and adventurous young men. These people were more confident in themselves, which was why they trusted their own foresight and did not follow the crowd. Therefore, it was reasonable for their average standard to be higher.
After listening to Crewe's words, Meyr's eyes revealed a look of yearning. He replied, "The second type of people are the so-called geniuses. As long as these people stand on the battlefield, it is as if they were born for this stage. The so-called experience and rules do not apply to them at all. Their every action is like the actions of a lunatic in the military. It is just like how Flame King Gretel attacked the famous heavy cavalry of the Miirnas head-on in the Canuke Hills. If it were anyone else, it would be suicidal. But Gretel was able to successfully create a miracle in one fell swoop. This is not because he is blessed by the Goddess of Luck, but because of his courage and genius sense of smell. This sense of smell and inspiration is innate, and it is impossible to learn and imitate —"
"To put it simply, it is impossible for ordinary people to learn." The young magus rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Something like that." Meyr was very serious. "Such a famous general is hard to come by in a hundred years. A genius like the Flame King has not appeared since the War of the Holy Saints." He paused for a moment before he mustered up his courage and continued, "But I may have seen this potential in someone. He can always turn the impossible into the possible. This is one of the reasons why I came to this place."
"You mean His Lordship?" The young magus almost jumped up. He shook his head and said, "That is impossible. His Lordship is very powerful, but that is in other aspects. In terms of war, I think Lady Metisha is much better than him."
Jutta also felt that it was a little ridiculous. Compared to these young magi, she was more familiar with Brando. Of course, she knew that her Lordship was very good at commanding small scale battles. Of course, that was only in her opinion. But in terms of large scale battles, perhaps His Lordship's foresight was always very good, but compared to the Flame King, he was still a far cry.
He was the most talented person born a thousand years ago. Among the Four Sages, Gretel's background was the most ordinary, but his achievements were the highest. The strength of the other three Sages was about the same. Ellanta was slightly stronger, but compared to the Flame King Gretel, she was still a far cry. Saint-ausol the Wind Empress was the most confident in her swordsmanship, but she had to admit that Gretel's talent in swordsmanship was unsurpassed by anyone in the past thousand years. In terms of military command, he left the other three Sages in the dust. Ellanta did not know how to command at all, and Fanzin was not far behind. Although Saint-ausol had the ability to command, it was limited to that. In the fierce war a thousand years ago, there were only two main characters who participated in the battle. One was the Flame King Gretel, and the other was the Silver Elf.
These two protagonists perfectly interpreted Raphael's words.
Meyr saw that the others clearly did not believe him, but he only smiled faintly and did not refute. These days, he got along well with his companions and his immediate superior, Jutta. He did not want to argue with his colleagues over such trivial matters, not to mention that they had important matters to attend to.
Seeing Meyr's expression, Jutta seemed to have reacted. She shook her head and said: "I didn't expect you to think so highly of His Lordship. Well, Meyr, do well, I will recommend you to His Lordship when I have time."
"Really?"
"Of course." Jutta was very dissatisfied that her words were questioned: "But for now, let's talk about your plan."
The young Knight did not seem to notice that the female mercenary's pride had been hurt. He was a little excited and pointed at the stone on the ground.
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