The scouts in the forest crossed the river one after another, and news about Lord Palas's Knight's army was sent back. Brando's young servant, The Shire, was wearing a long robe and holding a staff as he stood on top of a sentry tower. He looked towards the north as far as he could, then turned around and said: "The casualties are more severe than expected. The scouts sent to the north have lost more than forty to fifty percent of them. These are all experienced veterans. In three days, we have lost at least fifty men, and three times the number of injured soldiers. "
In the end, he added, "If I were His Lordship, I would have just packed up and run away."
"That's why you're not His Lordship." The elven princess in silver armor glanced at him and answered calmly. Metisha was wearing a pointed helmet unique to the Silver Elves, which covered her small face. Her lips were tightly pursed, and she looked very heroic.
"Is he plotting something by clearing out our scouts?"
"Probably not. It's purely because he knows that we have Subterrane Dwellers in our hands, and he doesn't want to be attacked from the flanks. He doesn't want to repeat Lord Macsen's mistake. "Metisha replied.
"He's really difficult to deal with." The Shire shook his head and frowned: "I don't know if we can stall for three days."
Count Randner's army has arrived.
"There's someone in the forest!"
The first reflection of light appeared in the forest, and an armored Knight appeared in the forest on the other side of the river. Then, more soldiers appeared behind him. The Knight stabbed the flagpole in his hand into the soft soil of the river bank, and a sky-blue emblem unfurled in the wind.
It was the emblem of Lord Palas's hunting dog.
"There's also one in the north and east …!"
"So many."
Soldiers wearing red and blue battle robes filed out of the forest, and there were no less than a thousand of them. "Are they preparing to attack the city?" The Shire asked when he saw an archer shooting an arrow at the River Gris from afar. The arrow fell powerlessly on the river bank when it was about fifty steps away from the earth wall.
Metisha shook her head. The enemy was just estimating the distance. They might launch a probing attack, but before that, they should observe for a while.
As the youngest princess of the Silver Elves, Metisha had experienced as many battles as the other Silver Elves. The atmosphere before the great battle did not make her feel nervous. Instead, it gave her a sense of familiarity. It was just that there were too few enemies.
There were too few enemies. The Silver Elf girl shook her head.
Metisha wasn't wrong. At this moment, on a small hill a thousand meters away, Lord Palas was standing upright on his horse like a sharp sword. Graudin's most trusted retainer was surrounded by Knights. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he scanned the river bank from afar.
Lord Palas was the oldest among Graudin's retainers. Even though he had a personal relationship with Lord Macsen, there was a huge difference in their ages. Lord Macsen was in his prime, while Lord Palas' hair was already white. This old knight could be said to be a veteran of hundreds of battles. Although his fame did not spread as far as Ampere Seale and Bucce, he was a character that could make children stop crying among the barbarians of Trentheim.
The Gris River Ferry was right in front of them. Lord Palas had been here once or twice before. He remembered that there was a flat grassland on the other side of the river, but what he saw now made him wonder if he was getting old. The lush forest completely covered the ferry, and only the shoal extending from the woods to the mouth of the river proved that they had not come to the wrong place. This was the season when the water level of the Gris River was at its lowest. Even infantry could wade through the cold water and cross the river from the shoal of the ferry. There seemed to be fortifications in the forest in the distance. The sentry towers that stood in the canopy proved this point. Since when was there a forest here? Lord Palas remembered that the last time he came here was only two or three years ago, but the forest on the other side did not seem to have grown in such a short period of time.
The towering ancient trees needed at least two or three people to wrap their arms around them, and they were more than ten meters tall. Not to mention two or three years, even twenty or thirty years might not be enough.
"There's a fort on the other side of the river. The sentry said that he saw a wall made of mud. This forest proves that the rumors of the Druids working for the rebels are true, "one of Lord Palas's adjutant said.
"The Druids have a way to turn the forest into this in such a short period of time? Is this an illusion or a forest that was transplanted from somewhere else? " Lord Palas looked at the forest in front of him. It was clearly a primitive forest that was easy to defend and not easy to attack. It was unbelievable that the Druids had such an ability. Even if the forest was transplanted from somewhere else, it would not be easy to grow it in such a short period of time. It was not that he had never seen magic before, but most of the spells cast by wizards were fleeting. Even though it was powerful, it was still acceptable.
However, this forest was right in front of their eyes. It stretched for at least a dozen miles, and was clearly presented before their eyes. It was neither an illusion nor an illusion.
The Knight beside him kept quiet. The Druids were a mysterious race. No one could tell what they were capable of. In most legends, it was not even certain if the Druids could cast spells. One said that the Druids were good at taming animals to fight for them. Another said that the Druids could transform into powerful animals to fight for them, just like the Beastmen.
However, Lord Palas quickly called for a wizard to explain the situation to them. The elder wizard was shocked when he heard that the forest had appeared out of thin air. The Druids could accelerate the growth of plants, but they were definitely not this powerful.
The fact that the enemy could create such a large forest in such a short period of time meant that they had a shocking number of Druids. Or that the Druids working for them were at least at the level of the Druid Masters in the Circle of Sky. A Druid Master was similar to the leader of the Silver Alliance's wizards. Lord Palas did not believe that Brando had such people working for him, so he asked, "How many Druids would it take to create such a large forest in a few months?"
"A few months?!" The wizard screamed and almost ran away. "It would take at least a few thousand Druids to create such a large forest in a few months."
"A few thousand? That's impossible. The rebels don't even have a few thousand people, "a Knight retorted.
"That means they have a Druid Grandmaster in their hands, or they have 30 Grand Druids forming a ring. A ring is a unit used by Druids, and a ring of 30 Grand Druids is not inferior to a real army." The wizard replied gloomily.
"That's not right. If the enemy is so strong, why are they sitting here waiting for death?"
"Could this forest be an illusion?" Lord Palas interrupted the argument and asked with what little magical knowledge he had. The wizard had thought of this as well, but before he could speak, the adjutant beside him shook his head.
"Our soldiers have already tested it. At least the first few are real."
The wizard shook his head. "It's more than ten miles along the river. Just the first few are not simple."
"Can we attack with fire?" Someone asked.
"The enemy has so many Druids. Even if we attack with fire, they can easily extinguish it. Don't forget, they are the protectors of the forest. They are much more skilled in dealing with fire than you are."
"In any case, let's try it first," Lord Palas made a decision without batting an eyelid: "Let the soldiers prepare the fire arrows and launch a probing attack. Whether it succeeds or not, let's set up camp here. Let the Knight of the Grizzly Bear Domain prepare to chop down the trees. "
… …
Count Randner's army had moved.
A row of soldiers appeared from the forest. They wore grey-green battle robes and held shields in their hands. Their swords were strapped to their waists. The three rows behind them held long halberds, and long grey triangular flags were hung on the tips of the halberds.
There were three Knight Domains north of Tónigel. Lord Palas's family emblem was a hunting dog, Raleigh's family emblem was a grizzly bear, and Crewe's family emblem was a silver full moon. Thus, the flags raised by the soldiers were full moons.
"I thought the large forest behind us would scare them off." The Shire shook his head. Even though the Druids had contributed precious magic seeds and worked tirelessly to complete this line of defense, there was still not enough time. This forest was actually only a part of the original forest from the fortress. The rest of the forest was created by him using illusions.
The soldiers from Crewe's Domain slowly moved forward. They were flanked by a large group of barbarians who wore ragged clothes and thick leather armor. They held sharp axes and round shields in their hands. The three armies slowly waded through the river and approached Gris' Ferry.
"What did the Lord say?" The Shire raised his hand and was about to give an order.
"'They are just some nobles with shields and halberds who are not even Tier-1 soldiers. Just get rid of them. Is there a need to ask for my permission? Stupid! '"Metisha imitated Brando's tone and replied.
"Tier-1 soldiers? What the hell is that? " Ciel's eyebrows were almost knitted together. His Lord seemed to like to talk about weird things. He still couldn't figure out the level up theory from Fortress Riedon, and now he was talking about a grade 1 troop class?
However, he did not have time to think about it. Rows of Count Randner's archers walked out from the back of Crewe's infantry. These professionally trained longbowmen were all elites under Lord Palas. They held their longbows and used their arrows to draw a trench in the ground. They opened the leather pouches at their waists and poured the liquid inside into the trench.
"It's oil! Fire arrows!" The Silver Fairy Princess's expression changed.
A fire dragon ignited in the forest. The human soldiers had already raised their longbows. Burning arrows were nocked on their bows. Following a command from the forest, the bowstrings vibrated in unison. The next moment, almost everyone in the forest saw a cloud of fire fly into the sky, turning the sky blood-red. Then, the cloud of fire stopped at the highest point and smashed down on their faces.
"Fire arrows!"
Accompanied by a scream, the fire arrows whistled and smashed into the forest. Fortunately, the trees were extremely dense, and most of the arrows were blocked by the canopy and branches. Only a small number of arrows passed through the gaps and fell into the mercenaries' camp.
The fire arrows did not cause any direct damage, but Lord Palas, who was watching from afar, did not have any expression on his face. He was waiting for the follow-up effect, and he was about to see it.
The longbowmen raised their longbows, and the second wave of fire arrows was already nocked on their bows.
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