The Wind Archer was a Tier 4 troop type, and so was the Dreadwraith. However, the nimbleness and mobility that the Dreadwraith prided itself on was naturally countered by the Wind Archer, which pursued precision. The arrow immunity that their terrifying skeleton-like bodies provided was not even worth mentioning in front of enchanted arrows. All that was left was a pitiful amount of defense and HP. The undead creatures flapped their tattered wings and flew over the battlefield. Their shrill cries were heard as they flew over the White Lion Guards. When Carglise looked up, he saw more of the Dreadwraith's hedgehog-like bodies falling from the sky like rain. After the first wave of arrows, the number of Dreadwraith flying in the air had been reduced by one-sixth.
The Blood Staff did not order the Dreadwraith to retreat. The remaining Dreadwraith tumbled in the air and began to dive towards Erouine's group of Magicians. "My lord, you know them too well. They're trying to get rid of our Magicians." Metisha pursed her lips and looked at the Dreadwraith through the gaps between the trees. Her eyes were full of admiration. Raindrops fell on her soft cheeks and gathered on her sharp chin. In the Linden Forest near her, about six hundred Elven and human archers were holding their breaths and hiding under their wide cloaks. Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on the scene. Their hands did not stop moving as they drew a second arrow from the quiver on their backs.
"Arrow number three." Metisha drew her bow and aimed at a certain area.
Balls of white flames immediately rose from the forest. They were like stars in the darkness.
Metisha nodded with satisfaction. "Wait until we're within 400 feet of the Dreadwraith. Listen to my command."
She squinted her eyes and calculated the distance. The Dreadwraith was almost above the Magicians. Some of the young Apprentices screamed in fear. If it were not for the fact that each formation had a leader to maintain order, they would have fled in all directions. At this moment, the Silver Elf Princess opened her mouth slightly. "Follow my lead and shoot." She breathed in the cool air of the forest. Although her archery skills were not top-notch, she was still one of the best among the Tree Elves as she was once the commander of the Lin Ge Army. As she gave the order, she released the bowstring with her fingertips. The arrow flew out with a splash like a silver thread and drilled into the formation of the Dreadwraith in the sky. It hit the head of one of the Dreadwraith.
The Dreadwraith let out a shrill scream. The spot where the arrow pierced through its head instantly lit up with a holy flame. It flailed in the air, but a moment later, its entire body turned into a ball of fire in the air. The ball of fire struggled to fall to the ground, but before it could touch the ground, it was burned out.
Then, like a storm, with the sound of the bowstring, balls of white flames rose from the forest and shot densely at the Dreadwraith that was diving down. For Madara's side, the scene in front of them was a disaster. Almost a hundred Dreadwraith seemed to have collided head-on with a holy storm. They were shot one by one in the storm and then burned up. Wrapped in the holy flame, they howled and fell. Before they could touch the ground, they had already scattered into sparks and ashes. The Dreadwraith maintained their formation and weaved through the sky full of sparks. However, after the storm, they were scattered, and less than a quarter of their original number was left.
Beside the Blood Staff, the high-level liches who summoned the Dreadwraith were almost stunned. They watched as more than half of the high-level undead that they summoned with great difficulty disappeared in the blink of an eye. For a moment, they almost didn't understand what was going on. However, the Blood Staff understood what was going on. Its skeletal hand clutched its staff, and the Soul Fire in its eye sockets flickered more violently than ever. It understood that it was fooled by those damn Erouine people.
"They really did prepare arrows that were baptized with holy water." Count Jacques looked at the scene from afar and couldn't help but sigh. The others were too well-prepared. Compared to them, they were like amateurs. Of course, in Brando's eyes, they were only amateurs. But what really surprised him was that the Tónigel people used a different kind of enchantment in the first wave of arrows. If they had used the holy enchantment at the beginning, the Blood Staff might have let the Dreadwraith retreat. The Tónigel people obviously thought of this and set a trap for Madara's skeletons from the beginning.
"If they didn't use the enchantment in the first wave of arrows, there would be too many Dreadwraith left. This means that they had already guessed that the Blood Staff would use the Dreadwraith and how it would use the Dreadwraith. The Tónigel people had even arranged the fate of these Dreadwraith." Count Jacques couldn't help but wonder. "How did the count guess all this?"
But if he told Brando his doubts, Brando would definitely tell him that he was overthinking things. The Blood Staff was like a big open book to him, and the contents were written clearly in it. It was like cheating. In history, the Blood Staff was cautious and courageous, and was good at seizing fleeting opportunities. But when it faced the Erouine people, it was very arrogant and conceited. With its personality, it would definitely take advantage of Benjamin's mistake in judgment. But if Benjamin didn't show enough 'sincerity' in the first wave of the ambush, it would definitely alert the cautious fellow. So he used the Wind Archer and another enchantment, but he didn't use the holy enchantment, which was the most destructive against the undead. He wanted the Blood Staff to think that this was the ambush of the Erouine people, and that it was nothing more than this. Then, he would be able to use the Dreadwraith without any worries.
As for the matter of how much damage the Dreadwraith had to be dealt, that was pure nonsense. The battlefield was ever-changing, and the human heart was unpredictable. No one could be sure that it would work. Benjamin set up this trap according to the Blood Staff's personality with the intention of killing as many Dreadwraith as he could. But now, it seemed that the results were beyond his expectations. No, it should be said that it couldn't get any better. There were more than ten Dreadwraith left in the sky, and even if they swooped down, they wouldn't be able to do anything. After all, the wizards on the ground had the ability to fight back. So, the high-ranked lich who controlled them quickly summoned the remaining seeds back. Otherwise, the undead wouldn't even be able to scout in the sky for the rest of the battle.
If there was still a battle to come.
The young female archers in the forest looked at the results of their battle in disbelief and almost jumped for joy. Metisha stared at the Dreadwraith that flew back and let out a long sigh. She put down her longbow in the rain, thinking that the Wind Archers' first battle had finally delivered a perfect result. "My lord's Wind Archers are far from our era, but they have some unique points," she thought to herself. The Lin Ge Legion in history was a legion that could be used in both long-range and short-range battles. In close-range battles, they rode on unicorns and held silver spears in their hands, and immediately launched a glorious charge. In long-range battles, they took out their longbows and immediately became first-class archers, and were proficient in both foot and mounted archery. The archers that she led in front of her were certainly not as good as her subordinates in history, but they were still first-class in this era, and had to be first-class.
Although she usually did not talk much and seemed to be aloof from worldly affairs, she still had the pride of a Silver Folk in her heart. This was her army, so it could only be the best. Historically, it was called the Lin Ge Legion, and now it should inherit this name. The ancient song that had been passed down in the forest for thousands of years echoed among the trees, singing the legends of the elven heroes who defended against the enemy with their sharp arrows. This was the Song of the Forest.
She looked at Brando standing in the rain outside the border of the forest and was full of admiration.
Brando had equipped the Wind Archers with three types of enchanted arrows. The first arrow was enchanted with Wind Wings, which could increase the distance of the arrow. The second arrow was enchanted with Rock Edge, which was used to deal with heavy cavalry. The third arrow was specially prepared to deal with the war in Madara. Under normal circumstances, each Wind Archer would carry 24 ordinary arrows, and two of the three types of enchanted arrows, for a total of 30 arrows. However, the main enemy in this battle was the undead, so the number of arrows number one and two arrows number two were specially reduced, and they were replaced with four arrows number three.
These six enchanted arrows cost a total of 420 Tor. With six hundred Wind Archers firing six volleys at the same time, the maintenance cost of an ordinary infantry regiment for a year would be spent.
In the eyes of any noble in Aouine, such an extravagant arrangement was definitely a wastrel. They would rather lose in a battle and spend some money to redeem their freedom. It was probably more worth it than such an extravagant war. How was this a war? It was more like a competition to burn money.
However, this expensive expenditure had brought about the proper meaning today. The people of Viero who were trembling in the forest of linden trees must have a deeper understanding of this point in their hearts.
"But how did the lord see the arrival of this day?"
The little princess's eyes were filled with confusion and curiosity. She had studied the history of mankind when she was free in Abies. In the past ten centuries, such an era had never come. The War of the Holy Saints was like a distant memory. What did her lord see that made him walk further and further on this path? Or was it like what Jutta and the rest said, that the undead in Bucce had left a deep impression on him, and that was why he was able to achieve what he had today?
She shook her head again. She had a faint feeling that the lord had been preparing for something all this time, and it was definitely not just because of what happened in Bucce. Otherwise, his actions in Ampere Seale would not be justified.
Metisha turned around and put her index finger and thumb in her mouth. She whistled at her subordinates and her sisters. "Rest is over," she ordered. Her voice was not loud, but it was heard throughout the forest. "We have a good start, but now, it is time for us to shine. Let's show our enemies what Lin Ge is like!"
"Sharp arrows!" The girls replied in unison.
Metisha nodded.
Brando stood on the high ground on the riverbank and looked at the changes in the situation in the hilly area. The White Lion Guards had completely torn apart the positions of the two undead swordsmen under the continuous protection of the mages. The light of the fireballs plowed through the entire riverbank, and just as the skeleton swordsmen were about to get up from the ground, sharp icicles came crashing down from the sky. The young White Lion Guards then trampled over the enemies who were barely breathing. Freya and Raban worked together to kill Viskag. A flag with a black rose and a spider on the battlefield swayed and fell down.
Brando pursed his lips and looked coldly at the scene of Viskag fighting with Freya. One of his hands was chopped off, and one of his legs was barely able to maintain balance on the warhorse. He was secretly shocked. If there were humans fighting under such conditions, they would have gone crazy and fought with their last bit of faith. However, Viskag was still relatively calm. This was the undead. There was no fear, fanaticism, or impulse in their empty chest. They were still terrifying poisonous snakes at the last moment of their death, and could bite a hole in your body with their poisonous fangs at any time.
Fortunately, they had underestimated their enemy.
Viskag fell, following in the footsteps of Mogjin. The former died too aggrieved. Under the buff of the Mountain's Will, Hipamira displayed a terrifying strength that even he could not imagine. After the battle in the Deadly Frost Forest, Hipamira was already a priest with Elemental Awakening. Now, she had the same level and combat experience as a warrior, which was basically equivalent to a double elite class in the game. Brando had only heard of this from a few important storyline NPCs. For example, the Sage of the Earth in the north, Eleranta, was one of them. Now, there was a ready-made legend in front of him.
What was even more terrifying was that Brando now finally understood what the description of the Mountain's Will meant. "She can integrate the blessings from the earth into her fighting style. The more blessings she receives, the higher the attack power and attributes of the scepter." It turned out that this scepter had a chance to add buff spells to the wielder when attacking, and these spells would in turn strengthen the attributes of the Mountain's Will. It was a classic example of getting stronger as the battle went on. Moreover, Gaia's buff spells were very different from that of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. Most of the spells of the Holy Cathedral of Fire targeted the user, so the Holy Cathedral of Fire had the world's strongest battle priest and Knight of Flame. However, Gaia's buff spells were the opposite. It had the world's strongest buff spells.
Brando now saw the White Lion Infantry surrounding Hipamira. Each of them was almost as strong as a mini Boss. The White Lion Guards had only been formed for a short time, and now the officers in the army were only at the Silver level. There were also many soldiers who were still at the peak of the Iron level after taking the Dragon's Blood Potion. However, at this moment, under Hipamira's Blessing Aura, each of them faintly had the combat power of the peak of the Silver level.
Brando himself felt that this was a little too ridiculous.
Therefore, the left wing where Hipamira was at was advancing very quickly. They had almost killed their way through the front line of the two Undead Swordsmen. According to the original plan, they did not stop to surround the remaining forces of Vis' kag and Mogjin with their allies. Instead, they continued to attack the Blood Staff's main camp. The distance between the two sides was not far, and the White Lion Infantry was astonishingly fast. At this moment, the Blood Staff was redeploying the few regiments that were previously used to besiege Viero's people. The rear formation was extremely weak. Once it was broken, the Necromancer's Phalanx in the center of the formation would be destroyed.
Brando looked a little further away. On the other side of the river, the undead were indeed retracting the skeletal cavalry. However, the Lantonilans and the Highland Knight's cavalry that they were entangled with earlier were now entangled with them. The two light cavalry were locked in a fierce battle in the direction of the valley. It was obvious that the Blood Staff could not count on their skeletal cavalry for a while. Of course, Brando also could not count on the Lantonilans to help him attack the flanks of the Blood Staff.
At this point in the battle, in fact, both sides of the battlefield had already grasped the opponent's weakest point. On Erouine's side, the Viero people were still trapped in the linden forest. Although they still maintained their morale, they still did not dare to act rashly in the face of the only remaining regiment of skeletal warriors. Their biggest problem was that their only complete second-grade elite crossbowmen were almost useless in this battle. The Lantonilans had no choice but to help Brando entangle the skeletal cavalry of the Blood Staff, which was equivalent to nothing. The main battlefield was almost a game between Brando and the Blood Staff's army. Now, the only advantage for Brando was that the Blood Staff's army had their backs to him, and the two elite regiments that covered their flanks had already been breached. As long as Tónigel's army could deal a fatal blow to the enemy before the Blood Staff could completely adjust their formation, then they could win the battle.
On the other hand, although the Blood Staff's army was attacked from the back, they had the advantage in terms of numbers. Behind them were only Brando's five regiments of White Lion Infantry, two regiments of Wind Archers, and one mage regiment. The Wind Archers could not be used for a frontal assault, and the five regiments of White Lion Guards would not be able to stop after breaking through Viskag's position. Of course, even if there were one or two regiments of White Lion Guards, they would not be able to do much in the face of Madara's superior numbers.
At this moment, both sides of the battle could barely free themselves to adjust their flanks. The Tónigel people desperately wanted to break through the undead's defense line and destroy the Blood Staff's necromancer's phalanx, while the Blood Staff desperately wanted to readjust their formation to deal with the army that suddenly appeared. Both sides were in a race against time, or rather, as long as either side had a reserve, then they could defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.
But the problem was that both sides seemed to have no reserve.
The battle had completely fallen into a tangled stalemate.
But this stalemate was something that the Blood Staff was happy to see. "You're courting death!" It let out a sharp laugh. What it needed was time, and not to defeat the enemy as soon as possible. Although it was embarrassing to be tied down by these weak opponents, it was better than losing. Moreover, these humans were the kingdom's last military force in the south. Once they were destroyed, not to mention Viero and Karsuk, even the entire south of Ampere Seale, Madara would have a chance to get their hands on it.
They had another ally, Count Randner, who ruled this vast area as a buffer zone between Madara and Northern Erouine. It was obviously something that the Supreme wanted to see.
The Blood Staff finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if it could see victory waving at it.
On the hill, in the linden forest, Count Jacques's face was also gloomy. The Tónigel people were making a mistake. But perhaps it should not be called a mistake, because it was unavoidable. Count Zilin had previously asked him if he should blow the horn to warn Count Tónigel, but he refused because he knew that it would be meaningless. Count Tónigel's choice was actually the right one, but it was still a mistake. The so-called opportunity did not appear on the battlefield.
There were still too few troops.
He regretted it. If he did not destroy the Viero army, the situation would be different now. The count subconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword, and his knuckles turned white from nervousness. It was as if he had never held his breath like this when he first went to the battlefield.
But no one on the battlefield knew what Brendel's mood was at that moment. He was actually a little relaxed as he stood in the drizzle, because he saw that the Blood Staff was making a mistake, just as he had imagined it to be.
This mistake was fatal.
Because it actually believed that Tónigel no longer had any reserves to attack its flank.
He turned his head, and in the forest, Metisha nodded at him from afar. Then the Silver Elf Princess untied the horn from her waist. It was the dragon-horn trombone of the Fran Knight. The pitch-black horn had silver rose patterns on it, and the horn depicted scenes of past wars, recounting a legend. In that legend, it described the sky-blue flags of the plains of Malalde fluttering like the sea, described the cold gleam of the Fran lances, described the long sound of the horn, and described the courage of the ancient spirits.
It described the scene of the Silver King leading his Knight in a charge against the Miirnas.
The Silver Elf Princess put the horn to her mouth and blew it hard.
The long sound of the horn resounded through the mountains.
In everyone's eyes, it was as if snow had fallen. Thousands of silver horses rolled over from the horizon. At that moment, the earth rumbled, as if the mountains were resonating.
The staff in the Blood Staff's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
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