In the era of cold weapons, a war was often not as optimistic as people imagined.
Before coming into contact with such a face-to-face battle, it was difficult for people living in a peaceful era to speculate about the pairs of eyes that roamed the battlefield, choosing people to devour. The battle was a touch of bone-chilling cold, how the cold, sharp, snow-white blade pierced the throat, causing blood to splatter and blend into the night — the dying man struggled with all his might, staring at the last scene he could see with a sad and powerless gaze. It should be a scene that gradually dimmed and stilled.
Then, because the blood foam choked back into the lungs, the wounded coughed hoarsely, and curled up miserably as they died.
But there were still many people who took the scene in the novel for granted and replaced it with a real battle, just like the first batch of players in "The Amber Sword" and those who came after. Of course, at that time, Brando also had an identity called "Sophie." He remembered that his first real battle in the game in the past unfolded comically and laughably.
There was no battle formation as imagined, and the two armies faced off. It was in a similar forest — Deldtarsen Forest. Brando still remembered that place. The dense jungle stretched along the steep and rugged coastline, and the opponent was hidden between the cliffs, playing hide-and-seek with the slave traders and their private army through the caves that extended in all directions.
Because the real confrontation actually took place between the elite scouts — the large army of players drew a beautiful scattered line in the jungle in an orderly manner, and their number was about three times that of the slave private army, or even a little more. But in a real confrontation, the balance of victory and defeat did not necessarily depend on the number of players. The beginning of the battle was accompanied by a one-sided chaos among the players, which was natural — the members and the organizers could not find each other, and most people could only form small teams and fight on their own.
For several hours, the players' flanks were attacked, and the thousands of people in the middle were only delayed by a small group of cavalry.
Yes, most people understood that the flanks were under attack.
But the problem was.
Where were the scouts?
Where were the flanks?
When you put yourself in the shoes of a huge battlefield with a width of several kilometers, you would find that being able to overlook the entire battlefield from a 45-degree angle was not only a happy thing, but also an extravagant wish that you could only wish for but not ask for.
Brando clearly remembered that he was in a forest surrounded by his own people. There were flags of the Union, the Personal, the Knight, the Squire, the Swallowtail Flag, the Square Flag, but no one knew what they meant.
Most people, including him, could only follow the crowd and move forward blindly for a few hours. Occasionally, they would encounter a small group of private slave soldiers. Everyone would swarm them like a hot knife through butter. At first, the players were in high spirits, thinking that victory was in sight. But in the end, if one were to look down at the battlefield, they would find that this huge army had already been torn apart.
Two to three teams of professional mercenaries were in the middle of this fragmented cake, gnawing away at its insides like maggots.
By the time the sky darkened, the enemy's banners could be seen everywhere.
Recalling that war, it was later nicknamed the 'Massacre of Derdtal'. In fact, this name vividly described the situation of more than 1,700 players from the three guilds who had gathered together. There was no doubt that these players were brave warriors. Even in the end, they formed their own small teams and fought to the death. Of course, the result was complete annihilation.
In fact, the real irony was that in the entire morning and afternoon, the damage done by the players was not as great as the damage done by the slave traders in the night.
Brando thought back to that battle. Not only did he feel awkward, but he also felt cold sweat on his forehead. After that, until the Bucce War (during the Second War of the Black Rose), the players gradually learned how to set up the battlefield and what flags they needed. How to distinguish which Knight's army belonged to which flag from the strange emblems. The players also learned to set up the battlefield on a flat slope under a high ground, so that their commanders could see the entire battlefield in a 10-kilometer radius.
Just like the 'Maned Wolf' Makarov was doing now.
Of course, the battle between mercenaries and bandits was far from a war. But the battle in the forest was similar. Brando tightened the reins to prevent the thick bushes from prickling the horses. He looked back and saw a few figures wearing green cloaks and holding a pomelo lacquer longbow. If it was a normal person, they would not have noticed them.
Of course, they were not Lizardmen. Brando thought that the Lizardmen in the Balogon Forest should be a branch of the Jungle Lizardmen. Although their skin was covered in fine scales and was dark green, these short creatures were not as tall and burly as the Highlanders. There was no doubt that they were the best hunters among the Highlanders – the Forest Archers.
This was the name given to them by the Cruz people when they invaded the forest. Two hundred years ago, this name was like a ghost in the forest to the Empire's soldiers, but to the Highlanders, it was a title of honor. It meant that they were the swiftest hunters, the most accurate archers, and the best rangers.
[I wonder where Makarov found these rangers.] Brendel's fingers tapped on the metal ornaments on the reins as he thought to himself. He had heard of these 'best rangers of mankind' before. In fact, in the past, or perhaps in the future, he had fought side by side with these rangers for a period of time. Perhaps it was not a long time, but it was enough to leave a deep impression on him. "Could it be that they have been roaming around this area for a long time?"
With an excellent Ranger, the work of the mercenary group would be much easier.
It was obvious that the 'Maned Wolf' Makarov had a way of dealing with his opponents.
In fact, Brando knew that in times of chaos, the mercenaries were more familiar with their opponents than the latter were with them.
The members of the 'Grey Wolves' mercenary group were like that. It was not their first or second time doing this kind of work. Hiring mercenaries to fight against bandits in the wilderness was a common thing, and the more famous a mercenary was, the more experience he had. And the 'Maned Wolf' Makarov was definitely not a nobody.
In Brando's opinion, if a player wanted to deal with a bandit group, the best way to deal with them was to uproot their nest once and for all. He looked at Makarov's arrangement and understood that his plan was not far from his own. However, they had another advantage. They had already confirmed the location of the Lizardmen tribe. It would take a lot of effort for outsiders to find the ruins of the Balogon Silver Elves, but it was a piece of cake for the Highlanders and the Highlanders.
Brando was a little hesitant at first. He wasn't sure if he had to join them in this adventure. After all, he could hire someone to follow them and wait for them. But that was a little risky. Following behind a mercenary group could be seen as a serious provocation, and it might cause unnecessary misunderstandings. The young man didn't want to create unnecessary trouble, so he thought of using the mercenary contract.
But now, it seemed like he didn't expect Makarov to have so many Forest Rangers. It was a pleasant surprise. Of course, it also reminded him that he didn't follow plan 'A', or a normal guide wouldn't have been discovered by the Forest Rangers.
He couldn't help but look at Makarov and Buga.
The 'Maned Wolf' Makarov and Buga's faces were tense. They had no choice but to let Brendel see their Forest Piercing Archers, and it was just a deterrent. Brando's group of fifteen was like a ticking time bomb in the middle of the group. But he couldn't put them in the front or the back because it was more dangerous.
Of course, if he had a choice, he would definitely throw Brando out. In fact, Buga had given him this signal more than once.
But in the end, he shook his head.
He touched the scar on his face. The 'Grey Wolves' mercenary group could not do anything that would betray the group's honor. Although many mercenary groups did this, including some famous large mercenary groups, their past was not that glorious. But he and Buga knew that their group was the same.
The two men looked at each other and thought of Eke at the same time.
"Eke is still in town?" Makarov asked.
Buga nodded.
"Forget it, let him be. It's not his fault, "the red-haired man shook his head and smiled bitterly," It's a pity that we can't tell him too much. "
"He's doing it for your own good."
"He saw through Paper Cards, but he didn't know that we already knew. Drake was scheming against us, but that idiot didn't know that we were scheming against him." Makarov tilted his head in disdain, "But the real problem isn't him, but the young man in the group. I'm sure he's not with Paper Cards, but that doesn't make me less worried. "
"That's ironic, don't you understand?" The Maned Wolf mocked himself.
Buga felt the same way.
But Brando didn't understand how much trouble his arrival had caused for these two future leaders. There were about seventy of them heading straight for the ruins of the Silver Elves. It would be best if they could ambush them, but if they couldn't, they would have to work for a few days. Eliminating bandits in the forest wasn't something that could be done in one go.
However, as he rode on the horse, he was thinking about another matter.
He thought about the strategy post on the forum, but he couldn't figure out when Makarov the Maned Wolf got involved with a mercenary group called 'Grey Wolves'. Shouldn't it be 'Blue Mountain'? It was a light purple flower that bloomed in the mountains of the south. What was the purpose of using that flower as the emblem of the mercenary group? He suddenly shook his head to get rid of this irrelevant thought, and a flash of light cut through the dark sky and sea. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and he suddenly remembered the connection between the name and the phrase.
The Grey Wolves Mercenaries! Right, the Grey Wolves Mercenaries!
Brando raised his head and felt that the forest around him was dyed with a strange color. It was just a simple bandit clearing mission, but now it seemed that something was wrong.
Logically speaking, the Grey Wolves Mercenaries had about seventy members. More than half of them were Iron ranked, and a fifth of them were Silver ranked. There was also the Forest Snipers. Why would a group like that need a strategy to clear out a hundred level 20 Lizardmen Bandits? But there must be something wrong with it.
Brando had just taken a deep breath when he heard Amandina's question from behind.
"Why did you arrange for them to be there? This isn't normal." He didn't need to turn around to imagine Amandina's frown.
"What do you know, little girl?" It was Redi's voice.
Brendel's face immediately contorted into a scowl.
(P.S. If everyone is used to last month's stable update, I will be giving everyone a surprise this month.)
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