Most of the residents in remote areas such as Tónigel and Ussong did not live near the city. Even in Wohnde, the more prosperous the area, the higher the degree of urbanization. Probably because of trade and other reasons, there were a large number of craftsmen, monks, artists, city officials, and their relatives, as well as people who relied on these people to live in the city.
But in Tónigel, the situation was reversed. There were many scattered settlements in the wilderness. Farms were scattered around the edges of the forest, and there were hunter's huts in the hills. The centaurs discovered this situation, and there was a family living in the hut. They were afraid that they were Count Randner's scouts, so they brought them along.
The leaves on the trees rustled softly. The centaur warriors were tall and strong, with reddish-brown muscles, and purple and white battle tattoos on their cheeks and shoulders. They brought along trembling men and women with them, as well as their children. Their clothes were tattered, and their black hair was greasy and tangled. They looked like refugees.
Brando glanced down the mountain. The forest was as dark as ink, and flags of different colors intertwined with each other, but the sounds of battle were silenced. The entire battlefield came to a standstill because of their sudden appearance. He noticed that the soldiers of Kruss were secretly adjusting their formation, and the greyish-green nobles' private soldiers were faintly discernible in the forest.
But he did not mind and turned back: "They are not scouts, just refugees."
"My lord, we … …" The man's eyes flashed with fear. Refugees who were caught by the nobles were usually beheaded. There were many headless corpses on the road from 'Dowling' to 'Somer'. Most of them were refugees, while the rest were bandits.
"Who are you?!" The child broke free from his mother's pale hands and asked loudly.
… …
The sudden appearance of the army on the flanks caused Lord Palas to feel uneasy. However, when he heard that there were only a few hundred of them, he heaved a sigh of relief. His index finger tapped on the smooth hilt of his sword as he turned around and asked, "Any response from the scouts?"
"No."
Lord Palas nodded.
Only a few hundred people dared to appear? The old Knight heard the Knights beside him discussing in a relaxed tone. The soldiers seemed to be mocking the enemy for overestimating their strength. Even though an arrogant army was bound to lose, there was no general who did not like a confident army. He was very satisfied with the morale of his subordinates. The enemy's reinforcements seemed to have become a laughing stock.
"The 'reinforcements' are stopping!"
"Haha, he's probably considering whether to retreat or flee."
"Coward, if you had caught us off guard when you first appeared, you might have been able to catch us off guard. What a waste of time."
"To be able to circle around our flank, they must be quite capable."
"That's because Kruss is too incompetent."
Lord Palas couldn't help but shake his head. Who would consider the enemy? His subordinates were a little too arrogant. He took a deep breath and replied, "If there's no response, then they're enemies. Have the Kruss men stop them. They've already lost enough face."
The morale of the army could be used.
"Then let's go." The old Knight pulled down his mask and stood up from the rock. His attendants had already brought his warhorse to him, and his Knights were already ready to go.
Even the slightest change on the battlefield could not change his decision. Although Lord Palas was cautious, he had the decisiveness of a general. He nodded to the attendant, and the metal armor clanked as it rubbed against each other. The attendant in leather armor picked up the horn hanging at his waist and blew it. A clear battle cry pierced through the forest.
Then, countless soldiers walked out of the forest. They were dressed in red and blue battle robes, with iron helmets on their heads and long swords on their waists. They held eagle shields in one hand, and their iron gauntlets made cracking sounds as they stepped on the dead wood.
The small groups of soldiers converged into a torrent, as if they had filled up all the gaps in the forest. The nobles' private army was arranged in a few huge square formations. Like water flowing slowly through the battlefield, the scattered arrows were thrown into the formation. Even if one of the soldiers fell, the soldiers behind would immediately fill the gap. The enemies in front of them seemed endless, and it made them feel helpless.
The army was approaching.
The mercenaries who were still resisting in the forest couldn't help but put down the bows in their hands. The appearance of an army of tens of thousands was enough to make the earth tremble.
Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Metisha was dressed in silver armor and sat on her unicorn. Her helmet was sealed, and only her eyes, small nose, and mouth were exposed. The Fairy Princess pursed her lips and held onto her long shuttle as she watched the scene in front of her without saying a word.
Behind her were Jutta, Raban, and nearly a thousand Subterrane Dwellers. The Subterrane Dwellers were hunched over, covered in black and spiked armor. They held huge spears in their hands like war monsters.
However, this army did not block the path of Count Randner's army.
Metisha was silently watching the battle.
Jutta did not understand: "Are we not going to attack?"
"They are not our enemy, Jutta. I never said that our target was not Madara." Metisha looked at the distant mountain and replied.
"This … … But they can't stop us!" The female mercenary leader looked at the approaching army with slight nervousness.
"My lord has his own plans." Metisha looked back at her and smiled slightly. Her calm eyes were filled with unquestionable trust: "You're too nervous."
"My lord doesn't have many people with him." Jutta looked at Metisha strangely.
"Enough." Medissa said: "I'm the main commander of this reserve force. First of all, I have to obey the tactical arrangements. My lord said he can do it, so I have to believe in his judgment. Our target is Madara. "
"I think I'm crazy." Jutta shook her head and muttered.
Metisha smiled: "Thank you for accompanying me, Jutta."
"You're just a little girl." Jutta sighed and thought of her sister. She touched her sword and suddenly felt that her hand was a little cold.
… …
Brando looked at the thin boy. The mother ran over and protected her child in fear. She raised her head and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"My lord, the enemy is moving." At this time, one of the mercenaries said.
Brando nodded and looked back: "I'm your rightful lord. No matter if you're refugees or my people, as long as you live in Tónigel, I will protect you. Just remember this, and that's enough. "
After that, he pulled the reins and was about to leave. But at this time, to everyone's surprise, the child loudly retorted: "Liar, you're all bad people!"
"Hmm?" Brando was startled and could not help but stop.
"Father said that if you weren't here, there wouldn't be a war."
"My lord … …" The man pulled his son with an uneasy expression: "He … … he … …"
Brando shook his head and looked back at the people he brought out of the Black Forest. Everyone was also looking at him: the Tree Elves, the Centaurs, the Druids, and the human mercenaries. Brando nodded at them, then jumped off the horse and pulled out his sword in front of everyone's eyes.
The poor woman suddenly let out a frightened scream, but Brando walked to her side and held her skinny hand. He gently shook his head and comforted her: "It's okay, don't worry."
The woman and the man looked at him nervously. He turned back and patted the little boy's face: "You're a little man, let me ask you a question."
The little boy stared at him.
"If one day, someone wanted to take your parents away from you, what would you do?"
"If they dare, I'll beat them!" The little boy answered confidently.
"Well said." Brando praised: "Then let me ask you, little man, if one day someone wants to take you away from me, take away this country, guess what I'll do?"
The little boy looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"I'll beat them up too." Brando smiled faintly. He got up on his horse and pointed his sword forward. Count Randner's army was moving in the forest, but the two armies were still looking at each other from afar. The situation in Tónigel, and even the whole of Erouine, seemed to be gathering into this final confrontation. Who will be able to change the fate of the kingdom? Brando looked forward, but turned his head: "So you all heard it?"
"Beat them up!" The mercenaries roared in response.
"Beat them up!" The Centaurs' blood was boiling. This was the life they pursued. They chased after glorious battles until the last drop of blood was shed. Perhaps war itself was meaningless, but the most precious thing between faith and hope was always worthy of respect.
The Tree Elves placed their bows in front of their chests and sang the war song that was widely spread between the Humans and Elves in the early years.
The Eagle Zhang Yu, Bow and Crossbow High, Light Triumphs Over Darkness, Hope Protects Faith.
It was an ancient song that was spread before the War of the Holy Saints. At that time, the intelligent beings of the land were still able to unite against the Dark Dragon and sign a sacred and solemn oath. But in the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed.
Brando and Quinn looked at each other and smiled.
"How do we fight?" The leader of the Tree Elves asked.
"You will stop Count Randner's army," Brando replied casually: "Since Lord Palas wants Kruss to stop me, I will crush his left wing. These nobles always like to look down on people, and I hope they will remember this lesson from today onwards."
"You alone?" Quinn looked at him in surprise.
"Me alone?" Brendel shook his head with a smile. He turned his head, put his index finger and thumb to his lips, and blew a long whistle. The whistle traveled far and wide in the dark coniferous forest, and everyone on both sides could hear it.
The forest suddenly became quiet.
Suddenly, a wolf's howl could be heard from afar. A moment later, howls echoed through the forest. The distant howls seemed to be approaching at an astonishing speed. In just a moment, the howls seemed to be right next to their ears.
The earth began to tremble as if ten thousand horses were galloping.
Lord Palas pulled on the reins of his warhorse and stopped. The old Knight's expression changed slightly under his iron mask. All the Knights around him also stopped and turned their heads towards the direction of the howls.
It was a pack of wolves, and not just any wolves.
The people who lived at the edge of the Black Forest naturally knew what kind of creature the howls came from. "Black Wolves!" The first to panic were the mountain people. They had lived in the wilderness for generations, and there were countless legends about these terrifying creatures.
There was only one thing they could think of at this moment.
The Wolf Tide.
"The Wolf Tide is coming!"
The old Knight's face turned pale.
Quinn looked at Brando, who was standing alone in the midst of the galloping wolves like a knife. It was as if he was looking at a mythical wolf herder. Brando turned his head and smiled at him. "Is that enough?"
Quinn did not say a word. He raised his bow and gestured for the Tree Elves to attack.
In an instant, countless pegasi soared into the sky from the forest.
… …
(Author's Note: My cold is slightly better, but I have to go out to get some medicine, so I'll stop here for today. Tomorrow, Brando will start his killing spree. You know, maybe I'll give him a little boost.
Also, those comments in the book review section that said 'I'll combine my breasts', please have some self-respect. Can you be any more vulgar? Brando felt that the Lionheart was indeed a divine weapon, and the Lionheart was indeed a fantasy weapon. As for the reason, I'll leave it to you to guess.
Also, Mother Ying, I found out that you were talking bad about me in the book review section. The Nightwing Staff is a bug in itself …) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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