A buzzing sound came from the forest beside the riverbank. Countless thorns suddenly sprouted out from the green bushes and formed a translucent black wall that swept across the cobblestone riverbank. The Subterrane Dwellers who were standing at the front were caught off guard and were hit by the wall. It was as if they had really hit an invisible wall, and the huge impact caused them to stagger and retreat. The corpses that were pierced with arrows lay motionless in the middle of the riverbank.
The Subterrane Dwellers were stunned by the sudden rain of arrows. The ones in front were forced to retreat, but the ones behind were still pushed forward by the huge inertia. Hundreds of Subterrane Dwellers collided with each other on the riverbank, and it was a complete mess.
This is our chance!
The same thought flashed through the minds of Jana and Fern who were hiding in the bushes. They immediately unsheathed their rapiers and greatswords. It seemed that they were ready to seize this opportunity to lead their men in a charge and defeat these Subterrane Dwellers.
However, Brando also unsheathed his longsword from the scabbard at his waist. With a wave of his right hand, a gust of wind blew past the two mercenary leaders. Along with the gust of wind, dead trees and chopped leaves flew up and fell to the ground. Jutta and Raban held their breath and stopped to look at the young lord.
"My lord?" Raban asked.
"Attack formation. Get into formation on the riverbank." Brando looked ahead. In his vision, the Nightsong Tiger and his mercenaries were circling the riverbank and preparing to charge forward.
"My lord, but …" The red-haired mercenary leader glared at the Subterrane Dwellers who were in a mess. She gritted her teeth and said: "This is our chance."
"Your opponents are not humans." Brando glanced at her and replied concisely. He raised his left hand and pointed at his ear, indicating that the Subterrane Dwellers had been fighting in the darkness for a long time. As creatures that relied on their hearing to distinguish their surroundings, they were much more experienced than the weak humans.
Even if the attack caused them to panic, these creatures from the underground of Jorgendy Ridge would quickly recover, especially when they relied on the same sound wave to communicate with each other. It was much faster and more effective than humans relying on flags to identify their troops and directions in a chaotic army.
In the game, the Subterrane Dwellers' 'panic' time was much shorter than most other creatures' armies. It was only one round. The Goblins had the worst performance in this aspect. Once their formation was disrupted, they would not be able to regroup. The Undead were the best, as they did not have the chance to panic.
For such creatures, only an excellent army would be able to seize this brief opportunity. Brando's view was that these mercenaries would be eliminated in the first place.
The two commanders looked at each other as if they were not convinced, but at this time, Cornelius unsheathed his sword and walked in between them. "I'll listen to you, my lord." The silver-haired middle-aged man looked at the cavemen on the riverbank and keenly sensed that something was amiss. He replied, "We're not as experienced as the count in dealing with these monsters."
Brando was slightly startled. He looked at the man and saw the ambition hidden in his silver eyes. However, he smiled in his heart and did not care about the intentions of these three commanders. As long as they had such expectations, they would naturally submit.
"It's good that you understand. I don't have much time to explain," he lowered the tip of his sword and replied: "Then carry out my orders." He turned around and faced the direction of the river.
The three commanders fell silent. "What about you, my lord?" The red-haired female commander, Jutta, asked worriedly. She did not understand why this young man wanted them to fight the Subterrane Dwellers head-on.
The Subterrane Dwellers were an army of more than two hundred, perhaps even close to three hundred. Even if Erouine's Southern Legion had five hundred men, they would not dare to say that they could stop the Subterrane Dwellers head-on, let alone the scattered mercenaries under them.
"I already have a target." Brando looked at the riverbank and replied.
Over there.
The Nightsong Tiger and his cavalry charged towards the thirty Subterrane Dwellers and Earth Spirit Bugbears. The Subterrane Dwellers seemed to want to turn around and deal with the new enemies, but Brando's two Pristine Angels had already removed their disguise and used their wings of light to entangle the Subterrane Dwellers from behind. The battle on the riverbank became extremely intense. The two Silver ranked Angels and three Silver ranked Earth Spirit Bugbears were evenly matched, but with the Subterrane Dwellers, it was difficult for them to gain the upper hand.
But that only lasted for a moment, and the situation quickly changed, because Brendel had already put down his sword and charged forward. The young man shot out of the forest like an arrow, and when he landed on the riverbank, he had already shortened the distance between him and the battlefield by half. When he landed on the ground and leaped up again, he was like a phantom that shot into the midst of the Subterrane Dwellers.
In the eyes of the mercenaries who put down their crossbows and walked out of the forest, their young count seemed to have turned into a flickering black light. As he moved forward, his black swallow-tailed coat fluttered like a cape swaying in the wind. In the blink of an eye, the flag had cut between the 'adventurers', the archangels, the troglodytes, and the bugbears who were acting as bait.
A few of the Subterrane Dwellers reacted and turned around to intercept the enemy. But just as they raised their weapons, Brando had already bypassed their weapons like a phantom and approached a Earth Spirit Bugbear in the middle of the battlefield.
The Earth Spirit Bugbear was extremely alert. It shook its furry ears and subconsciously turned its hand. It swung the flail in its hand at Brando, but this move was too slow in the eyes of the young man. The latter stopped to avoid the spiked iron ball, grabbed the cold iron chain, and flew high up in the air. Then, he let go, somersaulted in the air, and landed steadily.
He landed on the broad and thick shoulder of the Earth Spirit Bugbear.
The entire process was completed in a single breath, in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint. The mercenaries blinked and saw Brando half-kneeling on the broad shoulder of the Earth Spirit Bugbear. He calmly used both hands to stab the sword into the Earth Spirit Bugbear's throat.
An arrow of blood, as dazzling as the broken flag on the riverbank that afternoon.
Brando pulled out the sword, and the Earth Spirit Bugbear let out a low howl. Its tall body swayed, and then fell down with a crash. There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.
The mercenaries who saw this scene seemed to have forgotten the existence of time and the world around them. They subconsciously stopped, and the breath in their chest seemed to carry some kind of bloody, dry, and a trace of legend. However, although the person who commanded them also had his eyes on the young man, they could not forget the environment at this moment.
Raban took a step forward, cutting off the line of sight between his subordinates and Brando. He swung his greatsword forward and ordered in a deep voice, "Speed up, line up, forward, don't let the enemy come ashore —"
Raban turned back, and in his eyes, the Subterrane Dwellers had regained their order at this moment.
These creatures from Jorgendy Ridge seemed to be able to communicate with each other through some kind of transmission in the air. Under the command of only a dozen purple-red Subterrane Dwellers, these monsters that were still in a mess under the rain of arrows had already gathered the moment the mercenaries stepped out of the forest. They seemed to be ready to move forward again.
The whole process took less than half a minute.
Raban realized that Brando's decision to stop their charge was a wise one. If they had charged forward, they would have to face the Subterrane Dwellers before they even reached the riverbank. However, the mercenaries who started the charge did not stop so easily.
Raban did not need to think to know how high the chances of winning would be if they lost their formation and fought against opponents who were much stronger than them.
He turned his head sideways and saw Cornelius and Jutta, who were maintaining order in the middle of the battlefield and on the other side of the battlefield.
"Who the hell is that young man?" Raban thought. "Karsuk's Highland Wizard and Knight have such an excellent descendant. Those guys are no better than the average nobles."
But when he thought back to the battlefield, he still felt that this confrontation was not very optimistic. Although the young man's judgment was correct again and again, the Subterrane Dwellers in front of them were getting more and more difficult to defeat. Even if the Subterrane Dwellers lined up on the riverbank and waited for the exhausted soldiers to arrive, Raban did not believe that they could withstand even the first wave of the enemy's charge.
He raised his hand, and the warriors in the first row lowered their shields. At the back were the warriors and swordsmen who were temporarily acting as spearmen, while the professional archers and crossbowmen were reloading their weapons. However, the previous volley of arrows did not cause much damage to the Subterrane Dwellers, and it was hard to say how effective it would be at this moment. At most, it was a psychological comfort.
Sure enough, after the first volley of arrows, the number of Subterrane Dwellers that fell was less than ten. The Subterrane Dwellers and the Bugbears maintained their formation as they waded through the river. The sound of the water splashing was like the approaching death march. At this moment, not only Raban, but he also saw the hesitation on his men's faces.
They were wavering.
With less than a hundred feet left, the crossbowmen fired their third volley of arrows. Vern could clearly see that the weak arrows hit the thick fur of the Earth Spirit Bear and bounced off, having almost no effect.
Fifty feet.
Jutta gritted her teeth and stood in front of her men. She thought that even though she was not strong enough, she could at least reduce the impact of the Subterrane Dwellers on her men. Those who called her Big Sister were also her brothers and sisters.
For the first time in her life, she felt a little regretful and doubted if she had made the wrong choice. She turned back to look at Brendel's direction and saw that he had just killed the second Earth Spirit Bear, but he did not even look at them. She wondered if he was like the other nobles and did not care about their lives.
Twenty feet.
Cornelius could almost see the wrinkles on the skin of the Subterrane Dwellers. He was sweating profusely as he gripped his sword tightly.
In the next moment, two armies — or rather, they were not armies. In short, the mercenaries and the Subterrane Dwellers clashed. However, the result was out of everyone's expectations.
At that moment, the battlefield lost all sound.
Everyone was shocked.
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