A silver line appeared on the horizon. This silver line spread across the hills and valleys. Thunder rumbled as it approached them in the blink of an eye. Only then could they see that it was countless silver horses. These slender, curvaceous Fran horses came to the border of the forest before they began to slow down and slowly came to a stop. They shook their ears and wandered in the meadow outside the forest. The tallest of the horses raised its head and looked in the direction of the forest.
The Wind Sagittarius girls who witnessed this scene were all stunned. They all looked at Metisha curiously, their hearts filled with admiration for this Princess Commander.
Metisha blushed slightly, but she quickly calmed down and calmed down. She ordered calmly, "Lin Ge Guards, listen to my command. Get on the horses."
When the girls heard the order, they quickly put their longbows on their backs and walked out of the forest one by one. They carefully came to the side of the unusually beautiful warhorses. However, they soon found that these warhorses were unusually friendly to them. Not only did they not have the slightest hostility, they even lowered their heads to be close to them. It was as if this was not the first time they met, but rather the first time they met. The girls were surprised and curious. They pulled down the hood of their cloaks and affectionately touched the mane of their mounts. Then, they grabbed the saddle and stepped on the stirrups. One by one, they got on the horses.
Their movements were very practiced, as if they had been trained for a long time.
The last one to get on the horse was Fanny. The chief Tree Elf Archer looked timid at first, but when she got on the horse, she immediately became high-spirited and said happily, "So the Lord made us train every day for today!"
Brando grabbed the reins and glanced back at her. "I wonder who was the one complaining during the training."
Fanny replied without blushing or skipping a beat, "Didn't I just ride it? This horse is so tame. I've never seen such a good horse before. It's as if my heart and soul are connected when I ride it."
The other girls also expressed their agreement.
Brando knew that the effect description of the Fran Knight's' Cavalry Equip 'card was' Pay X wealth, the Fran Knight will turn X followers into cavalry. If they are already cavalry, they will gain the ability to fly. ' The literal meaning was to transform infantrymen into cavalrymen and not just summon warhorses. That was why the Wind Archers felt this way. However, for a person who had never ridden a horse before, even if they suddenly obtained the horsemanship skill, they would still be shocked when they first sat on a horse. Therefore, basic horsemanship training was still necessary. Even if it wasn't effective in a short period of time, at least they had to familiarize themselves with the feeling of riding a horse.
It was all for this moment.
In the woods of linden trees —
"Mounted archers?" Count Zlin asked in disbelief.
Count Jacques shook his head slightly. Count Zlin was obviously the kind of guy who didn't know anything about military affairs, but liked to listen to rumors. "The bows on their backs are more than 1.5 meters long, which is a typical infantry longbow. They can't be used on horseback. Unless they have other short bows, they can't be mounted archers."
"Maybe they even have short bows. Otherwise, why would they summon these horses?"
"It's also possible." Count Jacques replied after thinking for a while. He didn't know what the Tónigel people were thinking. However, the fact that the count could summon a cavalry unit reignited his hope. He rubbed the hilt of his sword and began to think about when to cooperate with the Tónigel people to attack and turn the situation around.
In Madara's camp, the Blood Staff came to the same conclusion. Erouine's men suddenly had a cavalry unit that could threaten its flank, which made it feel a little uneasy. The army on the other side was too strange. It was thinking about what the enemy commander wanted to do with the mounted archers, but it couldn't figure it out.
The other dark lords also felt that it was inconceivable. In the end, they came to the same conclusion. The mounted archers were very likely to be a distraction for Erouine's men to distract them. If they really split up, the center of the camp would not be able to withstand the attack of the five regiments of the White Lion Infantry. But it didn't seem like a good idea to let the mounted archers wander around. In the end, the Blood Staff ordered the last remaining skeleton warrior unit to go up and attack. At least, they wouldn't be able to harass its flank.
Seeing that the Blood Staff was still acting according to the rules, Brando couldn't help but smile: "Now it's up to you, Metisha."
"My lord, the outcome has been decided. This time, please lead us personally." The Silver Elf Princess replied softly.
Brando nodded: "Call the Nightsong Tiger and the others out."
Medissa whistled like a nightingale, and a few moments later, more than ten mounted knights came out from the forest. They were the Nightsong Tiger and his men, but their attire was completely different from the last time they were here. The Nightsong Tiger was wearing a set of exquisite and heavy armor. It was in the style of the White City. The armor was connected to the armguard, and there were patterns of sea monsters on it. He wielded a long spear, and a sheathed longsword and battle axe were hanging from his waist. He looked more like a Knight than a mercenary. But Brando knew that this was the armor of the elite Knight of the Faraway Eagles, the most famous mercenary group in the White City.
The others were dressed similarly, except for Felaern and her sister. The Wild Elf Princess was wearing a gray leather robe with countless ribbons on her back. Each ribbon had a brass ring attached to it. This strange robe was a Sorcerer's robe, and each brass ring was engraved with a corresponding spell that could be used in battle. It was the standard attire of a combat wizard. On the other hand, the younger sister of the wild elves, Tia, was wearing a loose white robe and a pointy wizard hat. She had already become an official elven envoy. At this moment, she was looking at her lord with a smile on her face.
The Nightsong Tiger greeted Brando with a smile: "My lord, long time no see. We've been training for so long, and we've been bored to death. The Shire of Rhodes is prosperous and beautiful in the evening, but it can't compare to the real world. Besides, we're looking forward to a life of fighting. "
"When did you become so polite, Nightsong Tiger?" Brando was a little apologetic: "I won't be like this in the future."
"Really?" Tia asked happily.
"Of course."
In fact, the White City Vanguard only cost five Wind and twenty Medissa MP per day. Brendel nodded, but Felaern snorted softly and looked over in surprise. The Wild Elf turned her face away, and only her pointed ears were visible to him. "She's really angry." Brando thought to himself. Card creatures all had emotions, and he wondered how Mephistopheles and Andrique were doing. The former was fine, but the latter probably wanted to kill him.
He looked at the river bank and saw that the battle was progressing very slowly. Madara's army was like a giant turntable that was slowly turning in the rain. Freya was commanding the White Lion Guards to break through the Spider Swordsmen's broken defense line. But the undead were different from humans. Even in such a situation, they still caused a lot of trouble for Freya.
Brando tightened his grip on his horse and rode it to the front of Lin Ge's Guards. He turned his horse around and faced the direction of Madara's army. "Go around the White Lion Guards and follow me."
The army began to move.
Close to a thousand silver warhorses and the archer girls on their backs slowly circled around the White Lion Squad's frontal assault and circled around the flanks of the Blood Staff's army. The Viero people and Madara's undead were watching this scene closely. Even though they knew that these were not terrifying mounted archers, allowing such an army to directly threaten their empty flanks made the Blood Staff feel slightly uneasy. "Let our archers keep an eye on that side," the Blood Staff said to the lich beside him. "Don't let Erouine's people go too far."
"Our archers may not be their match," a dark noble said with a hoarse voice.
"Of course not. Those are elven archers. Our archers are just decorations in front of them! But if they really have short bows, then they will be at a disadvantage in front of our longbows. Do you understand, idiot?! "
Brando looked at the Blood Staff's movements and thought that this old lord of Madara's had a watertight plan. But unfortunately, some things were destined to be beyond his imagination. The Lin Ge's Guards moved forward slowly and stopped when they were about a thousand feet away from the Blood Staff's army. No one understood what the archers were trying to do at this distance, but they immediately gave the answer with their actions. Under everyone's gaze, the Wind Archers jumped off their horses in unison as if they had rehearsed this countless times. They ran forward to the open space and got into formation. Then, they raised their longbows at the command. Before the Blood Staff could react, the arrows of Erouine's people had already risen into the sky.
The undead commanders looked up at the dense dots of light. They paused for a moment after flying to the highest point, then whizzed down. In an instant, it was as if a rain of light had fallen on the flanks of the Blood Staff's position. This was different from Viero's crossbowmen's volley. The arrows of the Wind Archers were faster, more penetrative, and more accurate. Moreover, all of them were enchanted with holy attributes. After a round of arrow rain, the Blood Staff's flanks seemed to have been combed by a comb, and several rows of skeleton archers fell.
The Blood Staff could not take it anymore. At this distance, its skeleton archers could not shoot at the enemy at all. It could only take a beating. It never dreamed that it would be infantry on horseback. At this moment, it only felt that there was a hole in the head of the opposing commander. What was he thinking? Couldn't he just fight a proper battle? However, although it was criticizing in its heart, this dark lord who had been famous for a long time had no choice but to order the skeleton warriors to attack and drive away the army of elven archers. Otherwise, it would go crazy if it allowed those archers to shoot at will.
When the Wind Archers under Brando saw the skeleton army attacking, they did not panic and returned to the formation in an orderly manner. They mounted their horses and galloped away, leaving the skeleton army far behind. After they had run for a distance, they stopped their horses under Brando's command and got into formation again to fire at the skeleton army.
This time, the undead commanders were dumbfounded. What should they do? They could not chase after them. They could not shoot at them. If there were still Dreadwraiths, they could let the Dreadwraiths entangle the enemy and then send the skeleton army to chase after them and destroy them in one fell swoop. However, the Dreadwraiths were already exhausted. The remaining dozen or so would not be enough for a round of volley. Of course, they still had cavalry. The problem was that if they transferred the cavalry over, it would be equivalent to letting the Lantonians attack their flanks as they pleased. That would only cause them to collapse even faster.
Blood Staff was instantly at a loss. How were they going to fight this battle? If the opponent was just a normal cavalry, it could still rely on the undead's almost unlimited stamina to wear down the opponent's mounts. The problem was that the opponent's warhorses were all summoned. Since when did summoned creatures have limited stamina? Not only did they summon them, but each archer also had three warhorses. It did not matter even if one or two of them died. It was now beginning to understand Viskag's mentality before the battle. He wanted to cry but had no tears. What kind of army was this? The infantry ran faster than the cavalry, but the archers were equipped with three warhorses each. This was clearly the arrangement of elite cavalry. What was the enemy commander thinking?
"This …" Count Jacques could not help but be stunned when he saw this scene from afar. "This is Fanzin's Dragon Cavalry Tactic …"
"Equipping each archer with three warhorses, this count is really rich." Count Zilin also sighed.
"Those warhorses were summoned." Count Jacques saw that his colleagues had misunderstood and had to explain. However, he still sighed in his heart. The only person who could use this tactic in Erouine was probably this count. He still did not understand how the other party could summon these handsome warhorses. Who exactly was this Count Tónigel? But now he suddenly understood. Only such a person could single-handedly turn the tide of the battle in Ampere Seale.
"We have underestimated him, Count Zilin." He could not help but shake his head and sigh.
The situation on the battlefield was gradually becoming clearer.
The badly battered Blood Staff had no choice but to send one of his skeleton warriors to stall the enemy's Wind Archers, or rather, to feed them to the enemy. The only thing he could hope for was that the enemy's Elven Archers would eat a little slower so that he could free himself to deal with the White Lion Infantry on the riverbank. Although the Elven Archers were disgusting, they were not an army that could decide the outcome of a battle. Its plan seemed to be very successful. Brando's Wind Archers still had two holy attribute enchanted arrows. Naturally, they would not waste them on the skeleton army. They could only use ordinary arrows from afar to slowly deplete their 'vitality'. This way, the Blood Staff finally won some time.
It finally mobilized two regiments of Spider Swordsmen to its front. Together with the skeleton warriors and two skeleton archers, Madara had the absolute strength to suppress Brando's White Lion Guards for the first time.
At this time, the White Lion Guards had just finished cleaning up the remaining troops of Viskag and Mogeen. With Hipamira and Freya as the spearhead, they directly attacked Madara's main force. The final moment of victory on the battlefield seemed to have appeared at this moment. The two armies were entangled at a single point. Erouine's mages once again unleashed their fireballs across the entire valley and landed on Madara's army.
After nearly half an hour of silence, the necromancers and skeleton mages began to counterattack for the first time. Green and golden light beams flew across the sky above the two armies. Soon, Erouine's mages began to fall silent.
"Haha!" The dark mercenaries from the Sea of the Dying Moon naturally knew what this meant. They could not help but scream in excitement. "Their wizards are out of mana!"
Confidence seemed to have returned to these dark nobles. For a moment, they almost thought that they had lost. "Martha above, victory belongs to the black rose of the Roman Tuo!" Some even shouted. It was a pity that the undead army had no morale. Otherwise, their morale would have been greatly boosted. Perhaps they would have directly defeated the White Lion Guards.
Compared to the nobles of Madara who were rejoicing, the people of Viero were much more depressed. Count Zilin had asked them to immediately send troops to help Tónigel. He was also the first to ask for a retreat. Now, he was also the most enthusiastic. However, Count Jacques had already seen through his nature. He just shook his head coldly. He stared at the battlefield. The time was far from right. He believed that the count must have a backup plan.
The Shire stood in the middle of the mages' formation. Looking at the bright green light of the necromancers' formation in Madara's direction, he could roughly guess what they were thinking. However, he calmly waited for the third round of attacks before he snapped his fingers at his subordinates.
"You can remove the magic barrier now."
In a traditional battle between Adepts, the first three rounds of attacks were the fiercest and most concentrated. Especially when the opponent realized that they had exhausted all of their magic power, they would definitely double their efforts and try to eliminate them in one fell swoop. All of the mages' guesses were correct except for one thing. After the magic barrier was removed, all of the mages in Tónigel's army did the same thing.
They opened the leather pouches on their belts. There were a total of three of these pouches. Then, they took out a bottle filled with light blue liquid. They frowned, pinched their noses, and raised their heads to drink it. The next moment, the mages' exhausted mental strength surged again.
The Blood Staff was a necromancer. Its vision was protected by the power of the law. Therefore, it could clearly see this scene from a few miles away. Of course, it knew what the mages drank. It was not that it had never seen mana potions before, but it had never seen so many of them. Hundreds of bottles of mana potions disappeared in an instant. The only reason they used them was to defeat the necromancers. Only those who had dealt with magic would understand what this meant. At that moment, the Blood Staff only wanted to cry out loud. If it could, it would have run over to the enemy's commander and punched him in the face. If it had known that it was so valuable, it would have just let the enemy give it all the mana potions, and it would have just raised its hands and surrendered.
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