"You have never seen that creature before. It is about two meters tall when it stands upright and covered in hair. It is said that it has some kind of blood relationship with the goblins on the surface. But compared with their weak but numerous distant relatives, this branch can be said to be an anomaly. They are strong, and even a newborn baby among the bear goblins is comparable to a human adult. " Brando said slowly. "If the bear goblins raise their shields and flail as cover, it will be quite troublesome for the troglodytes to dig underground."
He paused and changed the topic. "But most of the troglodytes live in symbiosis with the bear goblins. Who knows if there are bear goblins in the lumber mill."
Everyone was startled and looked back at the lumber mill on the other side of the river. The wooden gate creaked as it rose again. A group of Subterrane Dwellers walked out from the gate. Then, a series of heavy footsteps were heard. Behind them were three clumsy creatures. The gigantic creatures held a large shield in one hand and dragged a flail with a rattling chain in the other as they slowly walked out from behind the gate.
Bear goblins.
Although most of the people present had never seen such creatures before, they recognized these new monsters according to Brando's description. They were more than two meters tall, covered in long brown hair, and their heads seemed to be curled up on their broad shoulders. They held a shield in one hand and a flail in the other. It was almost the same as the young man's description.
Everyone couldn't help but look at the young Lord with admiration.
Jutta was a little silent. She looked at the young lord meaningfully as if she was trying to find something different about him.
"I have seen this thing before." Raban stared at the group of monsters that were crossing the river and suddenly said, "We once dealt with it in Karsuk. More than a dozen soldiers couldn't get close to it." His tanned face changed color for the first time. "My lord, are you sure this thing is also a first-class organization?"
Brando nodded, "The ranks of the army were first set up by the Four Great Temples, and they were not only based on individual fighting strength. The Bugbears' brains aren't too good. Due to their symbiotic relationship with the Subterrane Dwellers, they haven't been able to form a sizeable army. If not for the fact that the Subterrane Dwellers are the foundation of the foundation in Jorgundy's army, and the Bugbears that have been fighting side by side with them have formed a set of fixed tactics, I'm afraid these idiots wouldn't have been classified as a first-class unit. "
Vern nodded and kept silent.
At this moment, the Subterrane Dwellers and the three Bugbears were wading through the middle of the river bank. Although the Subterrane Dwellers at the edge of the forest had retreated far away, they still surrounded Maferry's group of four. The riverbank was strangely quiet for a moment. The invisible scales were swaying on the battlefield.
The Subterrane Dwellers launched a second round of attacks, but they immediately felt that something was wrong.
At this time, the two crossbowmen on the stone bunker threw away the heavy crossbows in their hands and unsheathed the long swords from their backs. They were two long swords with two rows of strange patterns on the blades, which shone under the sun.
"Magic swords!" One of the mercenaries shouted in a low voice.
The magic sword here did not refer to the low-level alchemy goods that most people could get their hands on. It was a magic sword that was worthy of its name. At the very least, it was a magic item that was at the level of Bronze or above. It was a creation that could change the strength of the wielder to a certain extent.
"Whose men are those?" All the mercenary leaders' gazes were focused on Jutta, Vern, and Cornelius. In their opinion, only these three leaders could bring out such a luxurious lineup.
However, the three leaders were also puzzled. Although they had the same thought, those were not their men.
But if one were to say that they were only surprised at first, then in the next moment, they all held their breaths. Two snow-white sword lights flashed on the stone bunker, and the two Subterrane Dwellers who had leaped onto the wall were cleanly cut into two. This was already the strength of a peak Iron rank, close to Silver rank. Among the many mercenaries present, only the three Great Leaders had this standard.
"Who is that?" Jutta finally turned to Cornelius and asked: "Cornelius, are they your men?"
It was a pity that Cornelius was not in the mood to answer her question. When he saw the two swords, his expression finally changed. He turned to look at Brando and recognized them. They were the holy swords used by the two angels who followed Brando that night. He finally understood why Vern was willing to send his most capable wizard as bait. With two Silver-ranked warriors as his bodyguards, what was there to be worried about?
However, the middle-aged mercenary leader's knowledge could not represent the others. Not everyone present could recognize the two swords, and for a moment, only the sound of gasps could be heard in the forest.
Brando did not reply, but under his gaze, the Subterrane Dwellers who had their attacks thwarted retreated to the sides. The first Bugbear that came ashore suddenly rushed forward with large strides. They swung the flails in their hands and hammered the magic castles in the air.
There was a loud bang. It was the sound of earth and stone cracking. The earthen and stone castle immediately fell apart. Everyone saw the two crossbowmen who were pretending to be weak suddenly jump up high. One of them grabbed the wizard while the other grabbed the warrior. They then rolled backwards and landed on the ground.
The Subterrane Dwellers let out an excited shriek as they prepared to attack.
However, at that moment … With a sharp whistle, a group of more than fifty cavalrymen suddenly appeared from the forest. Everyone subconsciously turned to look. Vern and Jutta saw that the leader of the group was the Nightsong Tiger. It was the Mercenaries of Lopes and a few other unknown mercenary groups.
"My Lord, what are you doing?" Vern suddenly realized that Brando was trying to lure the main force of the Subterrane Dwellers over. If he sent too many troops at the start, it would alert the enemy. However, if he slowly increased the number of troops, it would be like boiling a frog in warm water.
"This is the Nightsong Tiger's idea." Brando stared at the river bank, his eyes glowing.
"The key is that the Subterrane Dwellers are not willing to give up on the Bugbears and their companions. This is a weakness of the Underworld residents." The young man smiled: "In fact, it's not just the NPCs, even the players would occasionally make this mistake. After all, the population of Jorgendy Ridge is too precious … "
In fact, when the Nightsong Tiger mentioned this idea to him, he knew that it would succeed. It was too ingenious. It was no different from the way the players used to manipulate the Underworld residents. When he saw the two Pristine Angels and their 'companions' crawling up from the ground, they cheered as if they had suddenly seen reinforcements. He couldn't help but feel a little amused. He thought that he was a little too wretched.
"NPC? Player?" Vern asked.
Brando coughed and replied: "Look in front."
The three commanders turned their heads at the same time. The lumber mill's gate creaked as it was pulled open again. But this time, it wasn't just one gate. There were three gates in the north, south, east, and west. Everyone could see an endless stream of Subterrane Dwellers pouring out from behind the tall wooden fence as if there was no end to them. Cornelius gasped when he counted the number of Subterrane Dwellers. There were more than two hundred of them. It seemed that his estimation was off by quite a bit.
This meant that there were more than three hundred Subterrane Dwellers in the camp. With Martha at the top, how were they supposed to fight? It was one thing to lure them out, but it seemed that even if the enemy gave up on the terrain advantage, they still wouldn't be able to take them down.
He looked at Brando with a pale face.
Brando watched silently as the Subterrane Dwellers waded across the river. Their goal was to save their own troops before the cavalry could regroup with their companions.
In terms of speed, they did have the advantage.
But Brando was waiting for this moment. He didn't care about the ugly expressions of the three commanders and raised his hand: "Load the crossbows."
Everyone was stunned. Looking at the black mass of Subterrane Dwellers and the Earth Spirit Bugbears behind them, they lacked the courage to continue fighting. Even at this time, half of the enemy was still on the river bank. Wasn't it too early to load the crossbows? But no one dared to disobey a Lord's orders. Regardless of whether the Lord lived up to his name, Brando's noble status and strength were enough to make the three commanders agree with him.
Since the three largest mercenary groups didn't have any objections, the others naturally didn't dare to voice their opinions. Moreover, the bait was still at the edge of the forest, and they couldn't just leave their companions alone.
The mercenaries unstrapped the crossbows on their backs and pulled the handles back to load the crossbows. Since their opponents were the Subterrane Dwellers, they had no choice but to slow down and tighten the bowstrings bit by bit. One by one, the crossbows were raised, and a rustling sound could be heard in the forest, as if a breeze was blowing through the treetops.
"Level the crossbows." Brando lowered his voice and ordered the last person to load the crossbow.
The timing was just right. The Earth Spirit Bears and the Subterrane Dwellers were wading across the river. Because they had slowed down, Brendel's accurate prediction surprised all the commanders. Cornelius even turned around and looked at Brando in surprise. He was the sharpest among the three commanders, but he didn't expect Brando to have such an understanding of his mercenaries.
After all, they had never given the command of their mercenaries to this young man.
How on earth did he guess that?
However, Brando was secretly laughing in his heart. In Erouine, the strength of the mercenaries were almost the same, and their habit of loading their crossbows was also the same. The scene just now was just a confirmation of his experience in the game, and it wasn't the first time he made such a prediction.
Not to mention the Earth Spirit Bugbears and Subterrane Dwellers, even the faster Wind Elf Cavalry would be able to get these mercenaries to strike first.
At this moment, every mercenary, including the Magi, laid down the heavy crossbow in their hands, or at the very least, a handheld crossbow. Every mercenary was equipped with a long-range weapon. Even if they didn't have a crossbow, they would at least prepare a bow or a musket.
Every crossbow was aimed at their respective targets, but the tide of enemies made them wonder how effective this round of attacks would be.
Everyone couldn't help but think. Did the young lord say that this was just a warm-up?
The question was, was there really such a warm-up?
Brando didn't answer. He waited for two seconds and snapped his fingers.
"Fire!"
(Author's note: It wasn't easy for me to overcome this obstacle. Everyone, please give me some support. It's really painful to live with a writer's block. I don't have the energy to do anything.)
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