While the three commanders were gathering their men, Brando sent someone to find a guide from the slums.
When the ragged man was found from the shack in the south of Firburh, he was worried that working for this unfamiliar lord would bring him trouble. Before he came, he had already inquired about what happened in the inner city. The commotion that night was huge, and even if Amandina wanted to hide it, it would be impossible. But he could not resist the temptation of money and his woman's persuasion, and after some hesitation, he agreed to join the group. Because the generous young noble had promised to give him a gold coin as a reward, which he could not earn even if he worked for a year. With this money, he could send his child to the workshop in the inner city to be an apprentice. Perhaps the fate of his family would change because of this.
When Brando asked, he carefully told him that the forest south of Abies was known as the Forest of the Bearmen. It was not that there were level 65 monsters in the forest that made Brando's scalp tingle, but there were many wild bears in the forest. There were four sawmills in the forest, and three of them were occupied by the Subterrane Dwellers. The last sawmill was destroyed and abandoned by the workers. Graudin had sent his private army into the forest to clear out the Subterrane Dwellers, but after suffering two losses, he did not mention it again.
Brando nodded after listening to the story. It was as he expected.
It had been more than an hour since they left Abies.
The further south they went, the more trees they saw in the wilderness. The forest stretched from east to west like a huge shadow in front of the mercenaries. The young man sat on the horse's back and held the reins tightly with one hand. He watched the mercenaries in front of him draw a loose line and enter the forest with black pine trees and red pine trees. Their figures flickered and soon disappeared in the shadows between the trees.
"Eh?" A girl's voice interrupted Brando from behind and sighed: "Are the Subterrane Dwellers that powerful?"
Brando raised his eyebrows subconsciously. He did not know how the Roman appeared, but the merchant girl had appeared uninvited not long after they left the city. "Speaking of which, wasn't she counting the resources and checking the accounts left behind by the previous lords?" The corner of his mouth twitched: "So, who told her that she was going to find the Subterrane Dwellers?"
"It's true, my lady," the man hurriedly said: "I heard from the guards in the city that they look like rats. Even though they don't have eyes, they can distinguish directions by smell and sound. They are also very strong and fast. Normal people are not their opponents. Even the baron's subordinates need two or three people to deal with one Subterrane Dweller. "
The Roman tapped her chin with her white finger and raised her head to imagine the Subterrane Dwellers in her mind. "Then, don't they have an advantage at night?" She muttered to herself.
"That's right." Amandina looked at Romaine with a troubled expression. She was a little embarrassed to tell Brendel that she was actually tricked by the merchant girl into telling her what they were doing with just a few words. She still did not know if the 'fiancee of the lord' was lucky or if she had been plotting against her from the beginning. But no matter which it was, she could not accept it: "Not only at night, but even in the forest where visibility is not high, they have a far greater advantage than us humans. Unless we have an Iron-ranked soldier, it is difficult to detect them in advance. "
She turned to Brando and said: "My lord, we have already entered the forest. Should we send out scouts?"
Brando shook his head. He knew very well that the Subterrane Dwellers had 15 points of strength and 10 points of dexterity. Their strength and dexterity were above average Iron-ranked, and normal Iron-ranked mercenaries were no match for them. "In order to maintain the defense of Abies, I only brought about four groups of mercenaries with me this time. I do not intend to divide them further." The young man stared at the forest and replied: "Besides, who do you think is more familiar with this forest than the Subterrane Dwellers?"
When Brando spoke, he unconsciously used the habit of The Amber Sword. In the game, there were eighty players in a group, so he actually wanted to say three hundred people. Amandina did not notice his slip of the tongue. Instead, she was shocked. "Of course it's the Subterrane Dwellers," Amandina was stunned: "My lord, you mean … … We don't need scouts? But … … "She had never heard of a battle where one side completely gave up on scouting the battlefield. Amandina's dark eyes flashed: "Magic?"
She asked tentatively.
"Something like that." Brando looked around, and with a slight movement of his mind, the Wind Spirit Spiders crawled out from the ground one by one. The mercenaries were shocked when they saw the green spiders surrounded by whirlwinds suddenly appearing around them. But they had already seen these little creatures when they fought against Madara's undead army, and knew that they were under the command of the young lord in the middle of them. Thus, they could be considered as allies. After a short commotion, the crowd quickly calmed down, but they still looked at the center of the group with reverence.
In this era of Erouine, having a Gold-ranked wizard under a noble was definitely a symbol of status. Even Duke Arreck and Duke Karsuk, who ruled over a region, only had two or three Gold-ranked wizards as their aides. But Brando was the descendant of a noble family, and not only did he have a Gold-ranked wizard accompanying him, The Shire had become the natural leader of the spellcasters under Brando's command in Abies. Naturally, he was known by all the young followers. Not only that, he was also a Gold-ranked swordsman, and he had Metisha and Scarlet, who were both Gold-ranked rank-1, as his subordinates.
Even Count Randner's elite forces were only at this level.
One must know that the girl called Medissa was a legendary Silver Elf. The Silver Elves had not appeared in this land for centuries. Their sudden appearance in the eyes of the people could only imagine the shock it caused. Not to mention the rumors of Brando's close relationship with the Silver Elves, even Jutta, Raban, and Cornelius felt that they could not see through this young man. It was also because of this that they decided to stay and fight against the Randner family together with Brando. Otherwise, with just Brando's status as a viscount, they would rather fall into the Dark Forest.
At the very least, there was still a chance of survival if they chose the latter path.
Brando naturally heard of these rumors, and he also knew that these rumors were spread by the Roman and Amandina. The meticulousness of a noble's daughter and the novelty of a young Roman's mind combined together resulted in all sorts of strange ideas. He would not clarify this matter since this was the effect he wanted to achieve. This was what he had done in the past, but now his two subordinates had learned from him.
Brando did not say a word as he took out the Holy Sword Cards from his chest. In the next moment, the 'Dragon Knights' that displayed their might against Madara's undead army appeared in front of the mercenaries once again. This was the second time Brando used this set of cards in front of others. Jutta, Cornelius, and Raban's expressions changed when they saw this. They originally thought that the Wind Spirit Spiders were Brando's magical pets, but they did not expect it to be a spell. As for the strength of this spell, it was not easy to measure it. If it was used properly, it would not be impossible for it to defeat a Gold-ranked being.
According to the common classification of spells, this spell was at least Gold-ranked. However, they all knew that Brando was a Swordsman.
A Gold-ranked Swordsman.
It seemed like he was also a Gold-ranked Summoner.
This was a little inconceivable.
Brando waved his hand and gave an order in his mind: 'Surround the forest as far as possible and kill all non-human creatures.' The Subterrane Dwellers must have sentries around the forest, and he had to remove them. Although he did not expect the Subterrane Dwellers to not realize that the human army had entered the forest, he had to at least buy some time. Then, he raised his head and silently watched the Wind Spirit Spiders spread out their whirlwinds and flew into the sky one by one, leaving streaks of green light behind them as they flew towards the forest. He then turned around and saw the Nightsong Tiger looking away from the forest.
"My lord, how do you plan to fight this battle?" The Nightsong Tiger turned around and asked: "If the information is correct, there are thousands of Subterrane Dwellers in the forest. Their numbers are several times that of ours, and their individual strength is much higher than ours. To be honest, I don't know how to fight this battle. "
"Don't be afraid before the battle," Scarlet replied from behind: "Captain Nightsong."
"Captain?" The Nightsong Tiger was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He chuckled and looked at Brando: "Miss Scarlet, are you sure you want to join us?"
The red-haired girl nodded nonchalantly and looked at Brando: "I've thought about it, but I don't have anywhere else to go."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine." Scarlet smiled nonchalantly: "Let's listen to what my lord has in mind. I'm also curious about how we should fight this battle. Back when Captain Makarov was leading the Grey Wolves Mercenaries, we were only able to defeat an enemy twice our size, but that was just a bunch of bandits. It's a completely different situation now. "
"That's right," the Roman said as she rocked back and forth on her horse, making the others worry that she would fall off at any moment: "Brando, Brando, you said that the Subterrane Dwellers have a keen sense of smell and hearing. If we fight at night, it will be disadvantageous for us. If that's the case, we'll have to end this quickly. "
When she said that, the other three mercenary captains raised their attention and moved closer to the circle. Brando smiled when he noticed this. Even though he had never rejected an outsider from joining his circle, the three captains were still wary of this young noble. In fact, it was precisely because of this that Brando had never thought of reorganizing his mercenaries. Even though it was imperative, if he acted too rashly, the other party might misunderstand and rebel. That was why he chose not to mention it and waited for the other party to come to him on their own accord.
This battle with the Subterrane Dwellers was one of the opportunities.
"End this quickly? It's not that simple," Cornelius shook his head and looked at Brando's expression: "Even though I've never fought with the Subterrane Dwellers before, I can tell that they aren't just a bunch of bandits if they can defeat Graudin. Although our mercenaries are better than Graudin's private soldiers, there's a limit to their strength. Moreover, the scale of our troops this time is far smaller than the one Lord Graudin used to deal with the Subterrane Dwellers. "
"Then what should we do?" The Roman blinked his large eyes and asked curiously.
"My lord wants to eliminate the Subterrane Dwellers' sentries, right?" Amandina watched the last Wind Spirit Spider disappear into the forest before looking at Brando. "Is it to buy time before they react?" Amandina thought for a moment: "My lord, are you planning to attack one of the sawmills with lightning speed and lure the Subterrane Dwellers to attack?"
Brando turned his head, a hint of admiration flashing in his brown eyes. It was indeed his idea to switch from offense to defense.
"Good idea." Raban's eyes flashed with the same admiration. "But will it work?" The Firelord Corps Commander asked.
"The Subterrane Dwellers know that they have an advantage over us. If they lose during the day, they will definitely think of a way to take it back at night." Brando replied: "We will be on the defensive during the night. They have the advantage of time, and we have the advantage of location. The rest will depend on the morale, fighting strength, and the ability of the commanders. " He was full of confidence when he said this, but he knew that he did not have any talent in tactics. In fact, this method was used by Cruz's players in The Amber Sword during the battle between Cruz and Jorgendy Ridge.
Even though he did not have any experience with the Subterrane Dwellers, he knew this trick.
"But what if they don't attack?" Scarlett asked with a puzzled expression.
"Isn't that perfect?" The Nightsong Tiger smiled: "Then we will attack during the day." But he turned his head: "But there's still a problem with the number of troops and fighting strength, my lord."
Brando nodded and ordered the guide to lead the mercenaries to bypass the abandoned sawmill and directly set off for the nearest sawmill occupied by the Subterrane Dwellers. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the sun that was slowly sliding to the west. He replied, "This is indeed a problem, but I already have a plan."
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(PS. Something has happened recently, which has greatly affected my mood. I'm sorry that I haven't updated well these few days.)
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