At dusk, the forest was filled with people screaming and horses neighing. The roars of the land dragons resounded through the forest as if a huge monster was fighting in the forest. It was unsettling. The land dragon Knight of the White Legion felt as if arrows were flying towards them from all directions. They did not know how many people were hiding in the dark, so they had no choice but to retreat.
The setting sun shone over the long ridge and into the valley. The sky and earth were orange-red. Jutta's flame-like hair was dazzling under the setting sun. After shooting a few arrows consecutively, she saw that the Cruz Knight vanguard had begun to retreat. She immediately ordered the young wizard beside her. "Quick, follow the plan!"
"Commander, you have to let me take a break." Crewe was so tired that sweat was flowing down his forehead like a waterfall. He could not help but complain loudly. "Do you think this kind of large-scale illusion is easy to use? Not to mention there are two of them."
"Cut the crap. This is an order. If you can't do it, I'll cut your head off."
Crewe could not help but curse in his heart. He did not care that the person who came up with this plan was Meyr, whom he had praised before. However, he still used his fastest speed to recite the spell. He waved the staff in his hand and a hazy army suddenly appeared under his command. It was like the mountain fog had gathered out of thin air. In the fog, people were screaming and horses were neighing, outlining the outline of a cavalry that was ready to go. Crewe trembled as he maintained the staff in his hand. The army also ran parallel to the retreating Cruz Knight through the forest and attacked the flanks of the large army.
The distance was at least two or three hundred meters, through the thick forest, and the light was dim. The panicked Kirrlutz knights did not have much time to confirm the authenticity of the cavalry. When they saw the cavalry coming towards their side, they were scared out of their wits. There was obviously a large army in front of them, and if they let the cavalry outflank them and cut off their retreat, then they would all die here. Although they were escorting a few thousand skeletons, this thing actually had no combat power, unless the number was really tens of thousands. Madara's skeleton soldiers on the battlefield were counted in units of tens of thousands. In order to avoid detection, they were only escorting a batch of this skeleton army. If the tens of thousands of skeletons were here, then it would be more like it.
The leading Knight did not hesitate and immediately shouted a warning to the other side of the forest. At the same time, he took out a signal flare from the bag under the saddle. He raised his hand and activated the magic runes in it. Bang! A dazzling signal flare was shot into the air.
The red and dazzling light slowly rose into the sky above the valley, like a bunch of fireworks, blooming in the air.
Knight Marjoly's head was raised, and the eye-catching light was reflected in his eyes. Dozens of his personal knights did the same thing. Everyone was looking up at the sky, but Marjoly reacted in a moment. He immediately turned his head, waved his hand, and roared, "There's an ambush! Back to back, get into formation! Arjean, Pierre, get the skeletons to move and guard against the cavalry!"
As the frontline legion of the Cruz Empire, the performance of the Knight of the White Legion could be said to be perfect. They did not panic at all. It was as if they moved in an instant and formed a circular formation. The huge ground dragons were tamed by these excellent riders. One by one, they lowered their bodies so that they could lay their spears flat. With a light whoosh, a row of spears was erected in the forest.
The knights who were called out stepped out of the crowd and began to organize the skeletons. In fact, they did not need to do anything. The undead had no morale in the first place, and they would not panic because of a surprise attack. Under the command of the commander, the skeletons quickly tightened their formation and gathered in rows to guard against the possible attack of the cavalry. The knights who were in charge of organizing the skeletons realized that their only role was to be the flag bearers and mark the position of each column of skeletons on the battlefield.
In less than ten minutes, an orderly and strict formation had appeared in the forest.
Seeing this scene from afar, the young men from Erouine were obviously surprised. Even the person who came up with the plan, Meyr himself was no exception. It was important to know that in a war, making a battle plan was only one aspect. Whether the script went according to the plan or not was another aspect. This was related to many factors, and it was not something that could be solved by relying on geniuses. For example, some commanders were cautious, and some were reckless. In a situation where the enemy was unknown, many situations on the battlefield could only be decided by Lady Martha.
At this time, the young Knight on Erouine's side could not help but shout in their hearts: Martha bless us!
"Don't relax, this won't last long." Jutta was, after all, a mercenary commander. At this time, she did not forget to pour cold water on the young men who were getting carried away. "Later on, there will be a bloody battle. How long you can delay this Cruz army depends on your ability."
However, the young men were obviously a little excited. They thought that Cruz was just so-so, and did not listen to her words. Jutta knew what they were thinking and could not help but sigh. In fact, she was not optimistic about the upcoming battle. Cruz's army's performance was better than she expected. These foreign Knight's performance was not comparable to that of an ordinary army. Even the White Lion Guards that she had seen in Tónigel might not be as strong as this.
Cruz was Cruz. The spirit of the empire was not something a small country like Erouine could compare to.
However, she also knew that this was not the time to persuade them. She would not do anything that would hurt their morale. She just did not know how many of these young men would survive. She looked at Meyr's side. The young man from the Wang Li Knight Academy was also frowning slightly, but overall, he was much less worried than she was.
At least Cruz's army had begun to move. It was not easy to change the formation on the battlefield. Even if they realized that something was wrong, it would take them at least ten minutes to make a new decision. Plus the time to rearrange the formation, it was more than enough to delay them here for an hour. However, that was not enough. They had to use the terrain to delay these Knight as long as possible. Jutta glanced at the setting sun. She only hoped that the sun would set soon. After sunset, it would not be easy for Cruz's army to figure out how many people were in the forest.
In fact, when the vanguard Knight of the White Legion rushed out of the forest, Marory and the knights around him had already noticed that something was wrong. Unlike the knights who ran back in a hurry, they could calmly judge the current situation. Marory was worried about how many people were in front of them and which side they were from. Was it the army of the nobles in Ludwig? Or the Black Legion? Or the army in Fattan Port? He was thinking about this question until the rumbling of hooves sounded in the forest.
"Hooves?" Knight Marory was slightly startled. He thought that it was light cavalry. This was not surprising. In this kind of terrain, it was easier for light cavalry to spread out than light cavalry. For example, his land dragon knight could only passively defend. However, the problem was that the sound of hooves was too dense.
For a veteran Knight like him, it was like an instinct. He could judge the direction of the enemy, the approximate size of the enemy, and even the speed and other factors from the sound of the hooves and footsteps. Although it was not very accurate, it was not a problem to guess the general situation. The familiarity of war had long seeped into the blood of these professional knights, and Marruoli quickly realized where the problem was. Such a dense sound of horse hooves meant that there was at least one light cavalry unit in a dense formation in the forest that was rapidly advancing.
This was too illogical.
At this time, the cleric beside him reminded him, "Mr. Knight, look at the cavalry in the forest." A cleric who looked to be at most in his twenties pointed in the direction of the forest and said to him, "That cavalry does not look real. It is very likely that it is an illusion created by magic."
Marory was not familiar with magic, but this sentence was enough for him. He immediately realized that he had been fooled. "That cavalry is fake. Be careful of the enemy's tricks!" He shouted angrily.
Before he could finish his words, the army that had broken through the fog dissipated with a loud bang. Just like the fog that had dispersed, they disappeared into nothingness in the forest.
At this time, everyone understood that it was a false alarm.
"Oh!" Beside Jutta and the others, Crewe could not help but scream. He shouted in shame and anger, "The spell has failed. Someone has dispelled my spell!"
He looked like he had just been fished out of the water. His whole body was wet, but it was dripping with sweat. After casting these two spells, he was completely unable to move. He leaned on the silver tree beside him and gasped for breath.
"It's okay. It's not your fault. Crewe, you did a good job. They should have realized that it was the cleric who dispelled the spell." Jutta comforted him and said, "Next, you should hide in a corner and recover your magic. Don't get close to the battlefield. We will attract their attention."
Although Crewe was very weak, he could not help but jump up when he heard this sentence. Although he had been cursing before, he was very clear that the next battle would be the most dangerous. If they wanted to delay the cavalry of Cruz, they not only had to make the other side not know how many people they had, but they also had to make the other side feel the pain. This would definitely be a tough battle. Maybe they would pay the price of blood and life.
Anyone here could die here, and of course, he was no exception.
"I want to be with you. Don't you think you can leave me behind." He retorted loudly.
"The first priority of a wizard on the battlefield is to protect yourself." The beautiful female mercenary captain swung her head, her red hair spreading out like flames. She smiled at the young Magus and said.
"This …" Crewe suddenly found that almost all of his companions were on the captain's side. He could not help but stare and said, "You …"
But before he could finish his words, he felt someone hit him from behind. His vision turned black, and he suddenly fell down.
Meyr reached out and caught him, then raised his head and gave Jutta a look.
"We need someone to send a message to the Lord. This task will be given to him. Go and put a magic mark on the tree —"
Myr nodded, turned around, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
After he left, Jutta pulled out her sword and said to the young Knight in front of her indifferently, "Don't look at me with such a tragic expression. We are not going to die. What are you afraid of? What are you looking forward to? Before today, have you ever thought that you would gallop on the land of the Cruz Empire and fight with the White Legion, the number one opponent in the world? Some of you may die here, but no one dares to laugh at you because your opponent is so strong and respectable. But if you succeed, then after today, your name will be known throughout the land of Wohnde. "
The young men's eyes shone brightly. The burning flame was the determination of a gambler, and the endless desire and pursuit of victory.
"Remember your titles. We are the White Lion Guards. It was the Lord who gave you this name. He has never failed, and you will be the same." The female mercenary commander's sword drew a shining arc under the setting sun and pointed forward. It was like a straight line of faith, indestructible and shining brightly. "Follow me. Let this lion bare its claws."
The young Knight roared and shouted in unison, "Fight for Erouine! Glory in our bodies, glory in our swords!"
Under the setting sun, the mountains seemed to be in eternal sleep.
Sir Marory made his own judgment at the first moment.
There couldn't be too many enemies. Otherwise, they wouldn't be deliberately mystifying. The other party's purpose was obviously to try to keep him here. This was not an ambush, but an interception. But the problem was how many people were involved in the interception. If there weren't too many, then he could choose to force his way through. But if there were too many, then he might break his head and bleed.
He suddenly fell into hesitation.
The empty valley in front of the Kirrlutzians was like an open bloody mouth, full of the unknown and uneasiness.
"Sir Knight, it's time for you to make a decision." After the crowd separated, a middle-aged man in a long robe came out from behind and said to Sir Marory, "The people in front are obviously stalling for time. They may be waiting for reinforcements. We can't stay here for too long."
Sir Marory looked back at the man. The man's face was as pale as a vampire's, and he was so thin that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow him away. Sir Marory looked back at the man and glanced at the dark crystal ring on his finger. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, Archmage Unciri. We will definitely send you safely to the Lache of Wa."
The man smiled contemptuously and said, "You don't have to call me Archmage. I know my own identity very well. I'm not trying to urge you to do anything, but I just want to remind you that we still don't know which side the people in front of us are from. In such a situation, it's best to make a decision quickly to avoid any more trouble."
Sir Marory nodded slowly and looked at his Knight.
"Let's test the waters —"
"Wait."
"What now?" Sir Marory's eyes flashed with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"It's better to let my skeletons do it. It's not worth it to waste the noble knights of the Empire on probing. My subordinates were originally used for this purpose, so it can be considered a worthy death." The man rubbed his ring and answered slowly.
Sir Marory was very angry that the man compared human life with the word "worth". But he knew that the man meant well, so he relaxed a little and nodded.
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