The Crimson Banner Riders were torn apart in the forest, and the crimson red swallowtail flags fell one after another.
Lord Palas' side was completely silent. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. [This is the Mercenaries of Lopes mentioned in the intelligence report. They actually endured until now.]
The old Knight closed his eyes, and his wrinkled face revealed a deep sense of fatigue. Lord Wayde was a young man he admired, but there was no room for regret in war. Erouine had already lost too much blood. When he opened his eyes again, there was only a cold determination left in them.
Since the rebels had revealed their trump card, the outcome of the battle had already been decided.
"Let the Knights of Randner go forth and add to your glory." He waved his hand, as if he had completely handed over the victory to the youths.
The Knights and Silver-ranked warriors from Randner cheered in unison.
However, the cheers did not evoke any joy in Lord Palas' heart.
Erouine had already fallen asleep, and just like him, the old man's gaze pierced through the dusk, as if he had already seen the thick darkness. When was there ever a time when even victory could not bring forth the color of hope? His eyes could only see the thick color of blood.
[What went wrong?]
"The Knights are moving." A cold voice rang in Jutta's ears. She turned around and saw Metisha's unchanging expression. The little Elven girl was quite cute when she pulled a long face. She even had the aura of an Elven Royal, a Princess General.
Jutta nodded.
Victory and defeat were decided in a single thought, and even she could see it clearly. However, she could not see the opportunity for victory. The previous battle had consumed a lot of her stamina, and even in front of the Fairy Princess, she could not maintain her composure.
Just like the defensive line, anyone could see that it was on the verge of collapse.
However, Jutta could not help but look at Metisha in front of her in confusion. She wondered if it was the pride of the Elves, or some unknown confidence that supported this little girl to be able to maintain her composure in such a situation.
But where did her confidence come from?
The female mercenary captain panted slightly. For the first time, she did not care about the anxious eyes of her 'own people' behind her. She turned around and asked piously, "How should we deal with it?"
A woman's pride forced her to not lower her head. She wanted to see where this general's confidence came from. She was clearly a child, so how could she understand everything on the battlefield? Did this elven girl really understand what she was facing?
Jutta was very suspicious.
However, Metisha was very clear-headed.
"Blow," she said.
Jutta looked at the Fairy Princess in disbelief. Even though she was covered in silver armor, she still looked like a childish general.
"What about Madara?"
Blowing the horn was a signal to mobilize the Subterrane Dwellers, but it was no secret that the Subterrane Dwellers were the last of Madara's forces. Both sides on the battlefield knew this. The Subterrane Dwellers were the last reserves of both sides on the battlefield, and whoever sent in their reserves first would lose the war.
Metisha looked at her and calmly grabbed the spear beside her. "Prepare the horses for me. I want to lead them myself."
"I …" Jutta was suddenly speechless. She grabbed Metisha's shoulder and said, "My people can't die with you …"
"What about you?" Metisha tilted her head and asked.
"I …" Jutta took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll go with you, little girl."
Metisha smiled.
When the long horn sounded in the forest, it was like an ancient ballad. Both sides of the battle seemed to feel the vastness of the ancient forest.
Dragon horns and trombones. Lord Palas suddenly felt that time had turned back, and he had returned to the days of war. On the battlefield of the Holy War, there was only blood for blood. The old alliance was no longer there. It was a war without glory, but it was a medal of honor for the veterans.
Lord Palas licked his dry lips.
"It's the Subterrane Dwellers."
"The Subterrane Dwellers have appeared."
"Are they going to fight to the death?"
"These rebels … are really worthy of respect."
"Where did they come from?"
Yes, where did these people come from? The old Knight suddenly felt a little doubtful. These were not ordinary rebels. These were the best of Erouine's warriors. But why did the best of Erouine's people always have his own blood flowing in them? The old Knight suddenly had the desire to meet the young man called Brando.
He couldn't help but think that perhaps one day, the Erouine's people would be united again. But who would be the one to make this happen? Would it be the Dukes in the North, or would it be the isolated princess?
Lord Palas felt that he might not be able to see that day. He closed his eyes, as if trying to find the footprints of King Erik in his dreams.
"Sir?" The surrounding Knight asked hesitantly.
"Inform Madara." Lord Palas's closed eyes never opened again. The old Knight answered tiredly. The Knight nodded and retreated. But at this time, there was a sudden cheer in the forest.
"What's wrong?"
Lord Palas squinted his eyes and looked over. His personal Knight also turned around at the same time. The cheers came from the camp of the Mage Corps. Those guys seemed to be celebrating something.
The old Knight frowned unhappily.
"It seems that the wizards have discovered that the forest on the other side is not entirely real. A large part of the forest behind is an illusion. They have been trying to find a way to get rid of this illusion. They finally found a way just now." A messenger immediately replied.
Lord Palas snorted softly. A group of thirty mages did not do anything in the previous battle, causing him to lose a lot of talented young men. Although those guys in robes had explained that it was because they were fighting against a wizard in the opposing camp who was far more powerful than them, the old Knight always thought that it was just an excuse. A wizard who was more powerful than them? Wouldn't that be a Gold-ranked wizard? How could there be such a talent in the rebel army?
Sure enough, those guys who were mumbling could not be trusted. Lord Palas couldn't help but think. But at this time, they were still doing something important. Even though he suspected that they were trying to take the credit, it was not convenient for him to say anything. He just nodded to show that he understood.
However, he did not expect the wizards to act so quickly. Soon, the sound of chanting could be heard from the forest below. Following that, a huge magic fluctuation caused even the ordinary soldiers in the forest to feel their hair stand on end.
If even the ordinary people could feel the magic fluctuation, it naturally could not escape the eyes of a true professional spellcaster. In fact, when the wizards on Count Randner's side cast their spells, The Shire had already sensed the commotion on the other side. However, the young wizard looked at the acolyte who came to ask for his instructions and shook his head.
"Don't worry about it. Let them dismantle it."
"Let them dismantle it?" The acolyte was puzzled.
"Nonsense, that thing is used to scare people. What's the use of it when the war has already progressed to this stage? Those idiots like to waste their magic. Just let them be. How low do you have to be to go crazy with those idiots? " The Shire immediately showed an expression of disappointment. He tapped the acolyte's forehead: "Wizards need to use their brains more in a battle. Do you understand?"
The acolyte was scolded badly and hurriedly nodded. In fact, The Shire was definitely not the best choice as a mentor. At least in terms of patience, this young wizard's acolyte could not even compare to his master.
He then looked at all the wizards and apprentices in robes below and shook his head. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Save as much mana as you can to prepare for the final battle. I didn't bring you here to let you die here."
"Of course," The Shire shrugged: "If a person wants to die of stupidity, then there's nothing I can do about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a much louder cheer came from the forest. Everyone turned to look at the north bank of the Gris River. This time, the cheers came from Count Randner, Lord Palas, the Grizzly Bear Territory, and the ordinary soldiers of Kruss. Even the Highlanders were cheering.
This was because the illusion of the forest was disappearing.
This was good news for everyone in Count Randner's army. It seemed to indicate the arrival of the final victory. Their enemies had lost their last barrier.
Tarkus and his Black Knight guards stood in the forest like shadows. Their golden pupils shone with a cold light, as if the outcome of this battle, or even the battle itself, had nothing to do with them. Behind them were thousands of undead soldiers. As they did not need to breathe, the entire army was silent like a steel wall.
The one-eyed general's gaze fell on the Subterrane Dwellers who were covered in thick armor.
"Subterrane Dwellers. He said as he put down the gauntlet and turned around: "This is the trump card of those humans. Let's go, I want a Madara style victory, for the Emperor!"
The Black Knight unsheathed their shiny scimitars and replied in a low voice: "With the will of the Mercury Staff."
But it was at this moment that the sound of a horn rang out from the forest.
It was a long sound that lingered in the forest.
Tarkus stopped.
He seemed to be listening to the horn.
"It's the Assault Horn."
[They dare to attack?] Lord Palas suddenly shut his mouth. The cheering soldiers of Count Randner also shut their mouths. Because behind the melting forest, they actually saw something that shouldn't belong there.
"All troops, pay attention! An unfamiliar army has appeared on the left flank! "
"The enemy did not respond to the signal. It might be the enemy!"
The shouts of the messengers echoed one after another.
… …
When Brando parted the layers of branches in front of him, he saw such a scene. Rows of Elven archers on pegasi appeared on both sides of him. He turned around and glanced at Quinn.
"Where do you think their Great Chieftain is?"
"You humans should call him a general, right? I think he's on that mountain."
"I'm just saying that because when in Rome, do as the Romans do." Brando looked at the Tree Elf leader in surprise.
"We don't have a Great Chieftain either. You're talking about the Orcs … …" Quinn gritted his teeth.
"Something like that," Brando shrugged as he looked at the undulating forest and the River Gris that was almost dyed red: "But I don't think Lord Palas is stupid enough to expose himself in such an obvious place. That might be the base of one of his Knight Lords. Hmm … …"
He thought for a moment: "But it's something like that. As a surprise, I think it's enough."
Brando turned his head again: "Scouts, have you cleared the enemy's whistle?"
"Yes," a Centaur immediately replied: "But my lord … …"
"But?"
"We found a Hunter's hut … …"
"A Hunter's hut?"
… …
(PS: I still have a cold, and I even had a few nosebleeds yesterday. What a tragedy. Anyway, it's two chapters again. Students, keep voting, keep up the good work, and I'll update two chapters again tomorrow.
Also, to answer a few questions: Some of the students in the comments section said that the background and setting are difficult to understand. How should I put it? As a self-created world, there must be a lot of background and culture. If I were to write these into a book, I'm afraid it would take up to a million words. First of all, you won't have the time to read it all. Second, I'm sure I won't be able to handle it. Rather than that, it's better to spread it out bit by bit. If you feel that you don't understand some of the settings, you can choose to skip them and just treat them as background. I'll also explain the important settings in detail. You may not understand them at first, but you'll understand them after a while.
Second, Freya's sword isn't the real Amber Sword. It's just a name. Maynild hopes to use the sword's will to fight against Erouine's fate. Also, yesterday on Tieba, someone asked if Maynild had transmigrated. I didn't answer this question because I thought that many people would want to know the answer to this question. I won't say much about the plot, but I can tell you with certainty that she didn't transmigrate.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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