"Charge!"
The longsword was raised in the rain, and the mist was like an arc of silver light. Freya raised the Sacred Lionheart Sword high, her figure standing proudly in the rain. The officers of the White Lion Legion looked at her and raised their longswords at the same time. Amidst the mist, the snow-white blades suddenly turned into a forest that shone with a cold light. The square formation began to move, everyone's footsteps became faster and bigger. In the end, it was almost as if they were running wildly. From time to time, there would be people who took the lead, but they would be overtaken by the left and right. The row of White Lion Legion soldiers who ran at the front had their silver-grey armor connected to each other. From afar, it looked like a line that shone brightly in the rain.
This line was constantly changing, and it was moving forward amidst the changes.
The White Lion Legion finally burst into a terrifying speed, and the characteristics of this lion were completely displayed in front of everyone on the battlefield. The other commander of Madara's two undead swordsman legions, Mogkin, looked at the scene in front of him in shock. It was as if he saw a silver-gray flood pouring down from the edge of the forest. At that moment, he thought of the scene when the White Winged Cavalry charged, but that scene was far less shocking than what he saw in the rain today. What kind of infantry were these?
There was a flash of fire, and a fireball exploded not far away. The flying mud almost splashed on Mogkin, but he did not seem to notice it at all.
The undead were the best army in the world. After the explosion and the flames subsided, the Spider Swordsmen at the front line were still holding their longswords, coldly guarding their original positions. The scattered formation was no longer in a line, as if they were scattered on the battlefield. The crisscrossing flames began to sweep over their heads, and behind them, an explosion of fire intertwined. Behind them, Sir Viskag was shouting at the top of his lungs to let the reserves go up. However, it was not that his orders were not firm enough, nor was it that the undead lacked courage. The Spider Swordsmen stepped forward one after another, fearlessly rushing into the destructive flames. The fireballs landed on their bodies and behind them, and then exploded, blowing these skeletons into pieces. The high temperature even melted their armor, and the flowing metal flowed into the ground, cooling in the rain, forming black metal pancakes.
Only a few lucky Spider Swordsmen could break through the fire net and enter the frontline. Erouine's wizards cunningly concentrated their firepower and repeatedly hammered the area in the center of the battlefield, allowing Madara's two wings to be strengthened gradually. However, there was always a weak point in the center of the battlefield. In the end, Sir Viskag looked at the scene with his mouth wide open in despair. He had never fought a war like this before, and at this moment, he was as helpless as a weak little girl. He knew what the Erouine's people wanted to do, but he did not know how to stop them.
"Lady Martha, Mother of Spiders, please save me!" The undead did not believe in tears, but Sir Viskag only wanted to cry.
The White Lion Guards finally cut into the frontline of Madara's frontline like a silver-gray blade. The young people in the front row were less than ten meters away from the Skeleton Swordsmen who stood proudly in the drizzle. At this distance, they could even see the flashing white phosphorescent flames in the eyes of the Skeleton Swordsmen. They were cold as iron, and lacked the emotions of the living. The White Lion Guards were brave, but they were still nervous when facing such an opponent. The sergeants were shouting orders to encourage everyone's courage. Jutta, Vern, Mars, and Carglise who had caught up from behind, more or less reduced the hesitation in the hearts of the soldiers. The flag of the White Lion Guards advanced in the rain. Under the flag, there was another lady who led the charge. She was wearing a white robe with chain mail and holding a cross in her hand. She was dressed in the attire of a battle priest.
That was the Hipamira.
The others did not understand why the lord wanted his personal maid to charge with the army, but the female priest had already raised the cross in her hand. Brando followed behind the troops and looked at the scene from afar. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He felt that the elemental foundation hanging in the world of Planeswalkers was shaken. Light and earth elements rose from the Elemental Pool and then disappeared into thin air. He looked up and saw the movements of the Skeleton Swordsmen of Madara. They clucked and moved. They held the hilts of their swords in their left hands and swung them up forcefully. Hundreds of black swords were swung up neatly from bottom to top. Hundreds of long arcs were drawn in the rain.
At a distance of ten meters, a wave of air that could be seen with the naked eye burst out from the swords. The air blades pushed forward and turned into a cone-shaped shock wave in an instant. It split the curtain of water and brought up a vast expanse of water. With a whoosh, it swept across the first row of sergeants of the White Lion Guards. However, it was at this moment that the bodies of the White Lion Guards flickered with a faint gray light. This light formed an oval sphere under the impact of the shockwave. However, no matter how strong the shockwave was, the sphere did not show any signs of breaking. As the shockwave swept across, almost the entire riverbank was flattened by an inch. The grass on the riverbank was completely blown away, leaving only a patch of pitch-black mud. However, the human soldiers who remained on the mud were completely unharmed.
The Holy Song of Protection.
Hipamira demonstrated the power of a Planeswalker for the first time on the battlefield in the drizzling rain. Everyone who was watching the battle was shocked.
"What is that?" Ser Viscarg almost screamed from his hollow chest.
What kind of spell could make an entire army immune to damage? In its empty mind, it could not figure out what level of power this was. Even a Sage would not be able to master such a law. Only a god, and only those who were above the rules of the mortal world, could perform such a miracle. Mogjin's mind was also blank. He was a Lich, so he could understand the horror of the previous scene. It was not a spell, but a power that was above the spell.
At that moment, it keenly sensed a certain law of existence shuddering through the clouds.
Even though he was an undead, he still felt depressed at that moment. How many years had it been since he tasted such horror? It seemed that ever since he became a Lich, he had long forgotten the feelings that originally belonged to a living creature. After a moment of shock, the unscathed White Lion Guards and the Spider Swordsmen intertwined. Both sides were third-grade armies, but even if the young White Lion Guards were still in the stage of combining the old with the new, and even if the Tónigel's formation was far less orderly than the undead's, and even if this new army still had many weak points, they only had one advantage. The terrifying group of mages finally showed its effect at this moment. In The Amber Sword, most of the buff spells that were suitable for an entire army were generally weaker, such as Bravery or Morale.
As for the real buff spells, such as Wings of the Wind, Air Shield, Heaven's Blade, Stoneskin, and Dragon's Power, they could only buff a few people at a time. These spells were more suitable for small team battles. If a few wizards or mages had to buff the whole army, they would probably die of exhaustion even if they had sufficient magic power. Even if they did not die of exhaustion, how could there be so much time to waste on the battlefield?
But this problem was not a problem for the White Lion Guards.
The entire White Lion Army was only 1,500 people, but the size of their group of mages was 120 people. Brando divided the entire army into 100 sections in advance, and each wizard only needed to be in charge of the section that they had received orders in advance. In just a few spells, these powerful buff spells would fall on everyone's head. This was not his own invention. After the battle of the Oblique Forest, since the wizards began to participate in large-scale battles, the smart players began to summarize and create these standardized tactical forms. Every minute detail was the experience of the predecessors who had experienced several battles, but this one was particularly special.
This was because it came from Madara itself.
This was the real Magic Army that rose in the future Slate War. Although the White Lion Army was far from the level of the future, it was already above this era.
In another part of history, the undead of Madara had used this set of tactics to defeat the Erouine people, defeated the Wind Elves, and defeated the Cruz people. But today, they were going to taste the fruits of their own labor. "I wonder if this student of mine is good at learning." Brando thought in his heart. He calmly watched the White Lion Guards cut into the Viskag army's front line. Although the undead were tough, their fragile front line could not stop the White Lion Guards who had already charged in. The silver flood rushed into the black front line, and in the blink of an eye, they had broken through the dam and rushed to the rear of the Madara army.
Before the black roses could bloom, they withered in the drizzle. The Spider Swordsmen, who were obviously at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, were drowned by the White Lion Guards one by one. Under the cover of Xu Jin's barrage, the Tónigel army had a partial advantage on the battlefield. Even with the support of a full set of spells, the individual strength of the human soldiers had far surpassed that of the Undead Swordsmen. Many of the Skeleton Swordsmen's greatswords were broken under the astonishing strength of the White Lion Guards. Then, they were separated and fought for their own. Under such circumstances, the undead of Madara could not effectively protect the liches in the army. Often, the liches were killed one by one, and the skeletons fell in droves. Although the undead army was not afraid of death, they had a fatal weakness.
Its low-level undead, including the Spider Swordsmen and the Skeleton Knight, were all supported by the power of the soul. They were not high-level undead with real souls. The source of power of these undead came from the liches themselves. Once the liches that summoned them died, they would exhaust their soulfire and turn into ashes in a short period of time. At this moment, the White Lion Guards were accomplishing such a thing. The frontline of the undead of Madara had been torn apart, and the liches that commanded from behind were also exposed to the sword. The unfinished business of Mr. Planchet Knight was now completed by Freya.
As for Freya, at this moment, she had her eyes on Sir Viskag and the group of Black Knights around him. After the battle in the Deadly Tundra, her Valkyrie Blood had completely awakened. When the Valkyrie Mark was activated, she had at least the combat strength of an Intermediate Gold. In this era, she was almost the same as the maturing Valkyrie in history. After the Year of the Swift, she met Veronica for the first time and obtained the opportunity to activate her Elemental Element. A year later, she officially crossed the Elemental Gate and became the true Valkyrie of Erouine.
The female Knight turned her horse around and charged in that direction. On the other side, Mogjin noticed this and wanted to help, but soon the Lich stopped because a stone scepter suddenly came from the side. He subconsciously weaved a black magic to block the sudden attack, but a miraculous scene immediately happened. Mogjin watched as the scepter hit his magic barrier. The black light shield squeaked as if it was dying. The Lines of Law, Magic Circles, and ciphertexts on it began to flash crazily and then shattered one by one. The light shield was shattered in an instant, and then the stone scepter hit his head.
Without any time to react, Mogjin's head shattered like glass and exploded into powder.
"What kind of damned power is this?!" The Lich screamed from the depths of his soul. His body shook on the skeletal warhorse and fell to the ground.
Hipamira stopped and put down the scepter in her hand. She looked up and saw the Lich's soul shot into the sky and returned to the phylactery that was hidden somewhere. She was amazed by the power of the scepter in her hand.
This was the power that came from the earth and the mountains.
A shrill scream pierced through the clouds.
Brando looked up instinctively and saw creatures with wings spread out from the dark clouds. The Dreadwraiths were here. They swooped down from the sky, and their ear-piercing screams echoed through the valley. The wails that seeped into people's hearts seemed to be able to send chills down their spines. Unfortunately, it was useless against the White Lion Guards. The courage of the White Lion Guards had always been the most dazzling legend in Erouine's poems. The White Lion Guards were born immune to fear and could be said to be the best army against the Undead. There were many armies in history that were like arch-enemies of the White Lion Guards.
Erouine and today's Madara were exactly like that.
The Dreadwraith pierced through the rain and headed straight for the Trentheim's magicians. Hundreds of Dreadwraith swooped down at the same time, creating a frightening deterrent force. Some of the young magicians were so frightened that they hurriedly released a few fireballs into the air, but the flying undead creatures easily dodged them with their nimble Falling Leaves Maneuver. The magicians wanted to continue casting spells, but before they could finish their incantations, they were hit hard on the head. They turned around and saw Lord Mordenkainen and his duck familiar glaring at them sternly. "Don't get the wrong target!" Mordenkainen was no longer the unlucky apprentice he used to be. After the battle in the Loop of Trade Winds, he grew rapidly and was now close to the strength of a Gold. He was one of the few wizards in The Shire who had this level of strength and was now the captain of the Mage Legion.
Scenes like this were happening everywhere in the Mage Legion. However, in the eyes of the outsiders, the Magi had changed their target after a few fireballs. They continued to focus on bombarding the Skeleton Swordsmen on the riverbank.
"They're crazy!" The Blood Staff was gradually reducing the forces in the front, and the pressure on the Viero people was greatly reduced. However, when they came back to their senses and saw this scene, they were almost scared out of their wits. "Count Tónigel doesn't want the Mage Legion anymore?!"
Count Jacques had the same confusion in his heart, but he believed that the count was not that stupid. He must have a backup plan. But where was the backup plan? His gaze fell on the silent Black Forest.
The Blood Staff also looked at the Black Forest.
In fact, at this time, both sides of the battlefield more or less had some kind of premonition in their hearts. It was like a spark in the spirit that suddenly bloomed, giving people the ability to predict the future. Sure enough, in an instant, the forest threw an arrow high up into the air. The battlefield seemed to have come to a standstill. Everyone saw the arrow fly up slowly, drawing an ugly parabola. It did not hit any of the Auroras, but it flew halfway before it ran out of energy and fell on Brendel's shoulder.
Brando glanced at the arrow, then looked back at the dark Linden forest behind him in confusion.
"Sorry, my hand slipped." Finny stuck out her tongue. The Tree Elf archer looked at her commander in embarrassment. "It's all because of the monsters' cries. They scared me."
Metisha looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She shook her head, then turned around and raised the Wind Archer longbow in her hand.
But this crooked arrow was like a signal on the battlefield.
The next moment.
A sharp whistle rang through the sky.
In front of everyone's eyes, a wall rose up from the forest. It was a dark green wall. This wall was made up of countless green dots, and each green dot was a shining arrow. "They're planning to use archers to deal with the Feared Spirits?" The Blood Staff heaved a sigh of relief when it saw this. The Viero people had once used crossbowmen to fight against its Dreadwraiths, but after two volleys of crossbowmen with thousands of elite crossbowmen, only two of the Dreadwraiths were slightly injured. The Dreadwraiths were too fast and flew too high. They also had arrow resistance like the skeletons, so they were not afraid of the soft attacks.
Needless to say, in this weather, the archers were more affected than the crossbowmen.
The scornful sneer on its skull did not have time to expand further before it froze on its face. That was because it saw that the arrows did not fly in a parabolic trajectory like the arrows shot by ordinary archers — flying high into the air, passing through the Feared Wraiths before falling. Instead, the green wall was like a hurricane that swept through the formation of the flying Feared Wraiths. It flew for three to four miles before it gradually ran out of momentum and began to fall from the highest point.
But all this was not important.
What was important was that after the rain of arrows, more than twenty of the Feared Spirits fell like rain.
"Elven archers!" The Blood Staff felt a buzzing in its head at this range. Only the best archers among the elves could have such a terrifying range. But neither the Wind Elves nor the Wild Elves could appear in this place. The Blood Staff's throat gurgled as it stared at the troop. For a moment, it only wanted to understand one thing.
Where did this troop come from?
At the same time, Count Jacques was also shocked. "Enchanted arrows!" He looked at the scene in a daze and suddenly understood where his mistake was.
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