When Brendel led the light cavalry through the forest and pointed out the undead scouts that were groping their way through the valley, everyone was stunned.
It was as if their fantasy had become reality. The young man who led them had the ability to foresee the future.
Only Leto and Taron guessed that it was the gargoyle, but they did not have much time to think about it. Brendel had already given the order to attack. More than fifty riders rushed forward under the young man's command, sealing off all possible escape routes for the skeletons. In fact, there was no escape route for them at all.
Brando knew how they would react.
When Brando arranged the cavalry's assault route, his image in the mercenaries' minds was not just described as an excellent general, but a magical one. The battle began with a horizontal sword wind, and four or five skeleton soldiers were cut in half. Then, Brando took the lead and killed the undead. Any skeleton cavalry who dared to stop him would be thrown seven or eight meters away as soon as they entered his attack range.
Then, only the necromancer was left in front of him.
He beheaded the necromancer with a sword.
Then, he gathered the troops and attacked again. The battle ended just like the previous night. Only one of the security cavalry was accidentally stabbed in the left rib. Brando left him behind and let the self-defense regiment follow behind to take over. Then, they continued to move forward.
In less than a quarter of an hour, they defeated another undead scout cavalry on the other side of the hill. After two battles, there were three casualties due to injuries. Brendel naturally had to bandage them one by one, even though it was just for the sake of using his cheat code. His [First Aid] was extremely effective, and it was even more effective than some hemostatic drugs.
But his subtle action won him a great reputation. Before that, his prestige among the mercenaries was already at its peak. Even Taron, who had always been against him, could not help but think that Brando was the God of War.
Only the mythical God of War, Mars, had such supercilious strength.
But Brendel felt that it was a little boring. The Madara cavalry's movements in this era were so rigid and inflexible, and they were not as flexible as they were after Incirsta's reforms. To him, it felt like they were training AI in the past.
The only consolation was that he had gained a total of 779 EXP from the two battles and successfully reached Level 17.
At the same time, when the refugees led by Freya began to abandon their carriages, Madara's side found themselves in greater trouble.
*****
As everyone knew, 'Maggot Death' Marcus was a half-zombie. The rotten flesh on his body had to be maintained at all times to prevent it from falling off.
However, it didn't matter even if his bones were exposed. After all, the Apprentice Necromancers under him would regularly replenish his bones. The rotting tendons and skin made the zombies stronger and tougher than the skeleton soldiers. But as a general, Marcus arranged the rotting flesh for aesthetic reasons.
However, the news from the frontline made him feel a little unusual. Before nightfall, his apprentices had sent out more than ten ghosts to the south, but only half of them had returned on time.
Was it that group of refugees? Or was it a trap?
Marcus scratched his broken scalp in confusion, and countless fat white maggots spread out from his forehead. These little things quickly got into his eye sockets and the hollow holes on his cheeks. He chewed for a while.
He marked the areas that the ghosts were responsible for on the map. There was a possibility that the group of refugees might be on that line.
However, since the other party had the ability to counter his ghosts, it meant that it might not be that simple. He had to let those treacherous apprentices send out a second batch of ghosts and confirm the news. Marcus could roughly guess how long it would take, but before that, he could urge his zombie army to speed up so that Ebdon and Wesar could complete the encirclement.
There was a saying in Madara: no matter how clever a mouse is, it can never escape from a sealed oil tank.
Under the siege of Marcus, Kabias, Ebdon, Wesar, Diren, Ladios, and Gulob, no matter how cunning this small group of refugees was, they would not be able to escape in the end.
When the sun rose the next morning, the south of the Valley of Sharp Stones would be completely covered in the shadow of the Roman Black Rose. Madara would be victorious.
Marcus reached out his hand and stroked a ghoul that was obediently squatting beside him like a dog. However, this half-zombie general did not know that while he thought that everything was as it should be, the captain of the undead army in front of Brando was in a dilemma.
In fact, about 15 minutes ago, the Black Knight Xassar had confirmed that he had lost contact with his two ten-man skeleton cavalry squads. He suspected that he had been targeted by an unknown Erouine army. Therefore, he immediately sent out scouts to contact the 11th squadron that was not far from him. However, no matter whether Xassar sent out ghosts or skeleton cavalry squads, there was no news in the end.
Now, the Black Knight had realized that the problem might be a little big.
*****
When Brando and the mercenaries appeared on the hill, they saw that the undead squadron had stopped and was preparing to stand guard. Batom, Retto, and Mano did not see any clues, but Brando secretly frowned.
The quality of Madara's mid-level and low-level officers was amazing. The young man could not wait for the undead commander to choose to draw closer to his allies in the other direction. This way, they could safely lead the refugees to pass through this empty area.
However, the commander of the undead army made the most accurate judgment in the first place.
"What are they doing?"
Taron knew a little about Madara's tactics and could not help but ask. He looked at Brando again and no longer doubted his ability.
"Stay on guard. We killed their scouts too cleanly and gave them the illusion that an army three times their size was targeting them, "Brando replied.
"Three times? Then why didn't they draw closer to their allies? Aren't they waiting to be separated and surrounded? "
"Their commander is waiting for the scouts of their allies."
"Aren't they afraid that we will intercept the scouts?" Mano wiped his curved sword and answered casually.
Brando glanced at him and thought to himself, "Do you think the scouts can intercept them just because they want to?" If they did not have the Gargoyles, the strongest scouts in The Amber Sword, they would not have been able to come and go so easily in the area covered by the undead army's scouts.
"Killing the scouts is equivalent to telling them that there are enemies in this direction. The reason why we killed the two groups of skeleton knights was because Brando wanted to take down this squadron as well," Retto explained.
"Does that mean we don't have much time left?" Mano asked.
"One hour. End the battle and clean up the battlefield," Brando replied.
*****
It was almost twenty minutes later when Freya led the self-defense team into the battlefield.
When Xassar saw the Abies on top of the mountain shaking, he finally saw rows of soldiers holding spears walking down from the top of the mountain. He was startled for a moment, the soldiers' attire was different from any of the white-mane army's legions.
He could not help but tilt his head and asked with a hoarse voice, "Where are those soldiers from?"
The necromancer beside him immediately lowered his head respectfully, "They seem to be militia."
"Militia?"
Xassar was startled. How could the militia quietly eliminate two groups of skeleton knights? The Black Knight felt that there was something fishy going on. He could not help but stand up on his horse and made a gesture behind him.
"Change the bows —"
"Mark one hundred and forty feet, throw, release —"
The skeleton soldiers immediately took off the longbows on their waists and opened the bows. Then, they released the bowstrings with a 'weng' sound, and black arrows flew high into the sky and into the forest of Abies.
The mountain wind was strong, and the arrows were not very accurate. But to the militia who did not have much training, it was a great deterrent. The self-defense team that slowly walked down from the top of the mountain paused for a moment and immediately fell into chaos.
However, they still had Freya. This girl with a long ponytail rode from the left side of the formation to the right side. She tried to motivate the mercenaries and the white-mane army's light infantry so that they could lead the militia to attack.
"Lower your body, lower your head, everyone! Remember what you learned during your training! Do not stop, follow me, remember, this is a battle for your family — "
Freya took the lead, holding a long sword in her hand, and shouted loudly to encourage the militia.
At least it seemed that her work was effective. Under her encouragement, the militia quickly regained their courage and once again reorganized their formation, they slowly pressed down from the top of the mountain.
Xassar frowned and ordered another wave of arrows to be fired. After some adjustments, the skeleton soldiers were more accurate this time. A few of the first three rows of militia rolled down from the rain of arrows.
But after two waves of arrows, the militia became calmer. After overcoming their psychological fear, the effectiveness of the projectile weapons was not as great as expected.
Xassar immediately changed his hand gesture and pointed at the female Knight. The third wave of arrows was obviously aimed at Freya. But the armor on her body flickered with countless spots of light, and every arrow that flew towards her was deflected to the side.
This miraculous scene stunned everyone, and the militia cheered in unison. They could not help but shout out Freya's name.
"Elven Praetorian Army?" Seeing this scene, the Black Knight almost laughed out loud. Xassar wondered where this inexplicable army had come from.
On the other hand, Brando finally nodded his head, even though he was usually clumsy. But the scene in front of him proved that Freya was the Goddess of War in his heart. She was born for the battlefield.
He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it.
The time was just right —
Then Brando pulled out the Thorn of Light, and the Elven sword in his hand flickered with a fluorescent light. The sudden flash of light on the battlefield startled everyone, and people from both sides raised their heads and looked over.
"The Elven Sword!" Xassar recognized the sword at a glance, and he almost screamed as he subconsciously pulled out the sword in his hand.
Brando raised the sword high and shouted, "The Shire!"
The young wizard squire understood and immediately raised the ruby in his hand and pointed at it. "Sharpness, Division, Blade Structure."
A layer of white lines immediately extended along the tip of the Elven sword in Brando's hand. They flickered once and disappeared, leaving only the blade that had been enchanted. The Thorn of Light was already extremely sharp, and now it was even more indestructible.
"A new day has arrived, Sir Lord. Remember to pay my maintenance fee." Ciel finished casting the spell and said with a grin on his face.
Brando smiled faintly.
Then he pointed his sword downwards, and his sword pointed towards the Black Knight's position, as if indicating that the battle was about to begin.
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