In the blink of an eye, the Blood Staff's formation was once again lit up with magic. This time, the situation was reversed. The necromancers had used up all their mana, and the battle between the necromancers and Erouine was now a one-sided performance. It was as if history was repeating itself. Under the cover of the barrage of magic, the White Lion Legion once again broke through the undead army's formation. However, this time, it was not as easy as before. The undead army's formation was extremely thick, and there were almost three to four regiments of soldiers gathered in the middle. The White Lion Legion's advance was extremely fast at first, but it soon slowed down. Both sides were once again caught up in the battle.
The Blood Staff constantly mobilized its forces to strengthen the center, preventing the White Lion Legion from breaking through its defenses. At this time, the White Lion Legion's strength was close to that of a tier-4 army under the buff of various spells. Only a few of their opponents were tier-3 Spider Swordsmen. Most of the skeletal warriors were no match for the young White Lion Legion and could only rely on their numbers to slow them down.
At this time, the Blood Staff's flanks could not be more empty.
There was nothing it could do. If it did not strengthen the center, it would be defeated once the White Lion Legion broke through. As for the Wind Archers at the side, if they wanted to harass it, then let them. However, it did not know that Brando was waiting for this opportunity. Under Brando's command, the Wind Archers stopped once again, but this time, when they raised their longbows, the arrows on the arms of the bows were replaced with shiny Sacred Silver arrows. The Wind Archers used their nails to scratch the arrowheads, and holy white flames immediately ignited.
After a round of arrows, the skeletal warriors that were chasing after them were scattered. They then used the arrows of the Rocky Edge Archers to cover the area, and no one was left standing. Brando observed the outcome of the battle and nodded. He raised Halran Gaia in the drizzle and was the first to step out. The Nightsong Tiger and the twelve White Lion Legion vanguards followed behind him, and the thirteen Knights got into a charging formation.
"Metisha!" Brando shouted in the drizzle.
"I understand, My Lord." Metisha raised her longbow. Under her command, the Wind Archers extended their line of fire and aimed at the Blood Staff's flanks.
Brando urged his mount forward with the Nightsong Tiger and Felaern on his left and right, and the other Knight behind them. The small cavalry slowly covered a distance of two hundred feet, and then began to accelerate.......... of course, the Blood Staff's attention.... but because the battle was over a hundred of its eyes' eyes................... of the Blood Staff noticed the presence of the cavalry cavalry....... Blood Staff noticed the cavalry............ of the Blood's....... of................. a............. a's..
Brando, the Nightsong Tiger, and the others began to jog. At this time, Metisha finally gave the final order. "Arrow number three!"
She did not announce the direction of the wind. On the battlefield, wind was the most troublesome enemy for most archers. But the Wind Archers were an exception. The wind was their friend. No matter which direction the wind blew, it would not affect the arrows fired by the Wind Archers. This was one of the special abilities of the Wind Archers. They were also one of the few long-range units in the world. The archers silently replaced their arrows with Holy Silver Arrows and activated their enchantments. Another wave of light rained down on the side of the Blood Staff, and the Skeleton Archers and Skeleton Warriors that were originally there suddenly cleared out a large portion of them. It was as though they had opened up a gap for Brendel and the others to charge through.
At this time, Brando had entered the final sprint distance. He raised his head and could see the Black Knight's army moving through the Madara army. However, he did not rush to give the order. Instead, he ordered his men to maintain a jog.
He was still waiting.
The Wind Archers fired the last volley of arrows. Then, they dropped their longbows and ran back to their horses. They grabbed the saddles and flipped over to their horses. They pulled out a shiny scimitar from under their cloaks. In an instant, the Wind Archers had turned into a cavalry that was ready to go. Metisha also switched to a silver spear. At this moment, she finally felt like she had returned to the era of the War of the Holy Saints. It was as if the invincible Lin Ge Legion was behind her.
She leveled her spear in the rain. Her unicorn kicked its hooves anxiously. The Silver Elf princess took a deep breath and gave the order. "Lin Ge Legion, follow me!"
The army began to move forward.
"Tónigel wants to use archers as cavalry!" Count Zilin almost thought that he was hallucinating. He could not help but pull his hair. "Are they crazy?"
But this time, Count Jacques did not answer his stupid question. He turned around with a cold face and said to everyone, "Get ready. We are ready to attack. The time for the final battle has come!"
He didn't say much, but a clear idea appeared in his mind.
In a legend, he had heard of such an army.
That legend was so famous.
Even the Blood Staff realized it. The War of the Holy Saints was such a vivid memory for this world. It was a legend about how the Four Sages defeated the dark forces that ruled the world and built the Four Glorious Empires in Wohnde. The Four Holy Cathedrals had ruled Wohnde for nearly a thousand years. The beautification of the Sages had long been deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people under their rule. The Undead of Madara were never born out of thin air. Memories were a kind of pain and suffering for them, but they could never get rid of them. The legend that it had heard of at some point in time floated in the Blood Staff's mind.
It saw the Elven archers who had thrown down their longbows and mounted their horses, ready to charge. It suddenly realized that it had heard of such an army before.
This army had a beautiful name.
It was called Lin Ge.
"Silver Elves." Count Jacques suddenly remembered some of the rumors about Brando. Some of them were about his relationship with the Silver Elves. He did not think that the Silver Elves would lend him this legendary army. Was it a blessing or a curse for such people to exist in a small country like Erouine? It was still a mystery.
In fact, everyone's guess was a little off.
Although the Wind Elf Archers had inherited the name of Lin Ge, which had disappeared for thousands of years, they were not the legendary army in history. The Tree Elf Archers and Wind Archers had received some close combat training, and it was difficult for them to charge on horseback. But when Metisha gave the order, these archers did not hesitate and showed courage that was not inferior to the men.
Brando looked back at this scene and finally nodded with satisfaction. He then turned back to the Nightsong Tiger and said, "Now, let us open a gap for the girls."
"As you wish, my lord." The Nightsong Tiger replied.
"Charge!"
The thirteen Knights suddenly accelerated and began their final charge. In front of them was Blood Staff's flank, where nearly a hundred Black Knights were waiting for them. The Black Knights under Blood Staff's command were at least at the upper Silver rank, and many of them were at the peak of the Silver rank. Moreover, most of them were highly skilled in martial arts and had experienced hundreds of battles. In Blood Staff's opinion, even facing Erouine's noble guards would be easy. Under normal circumstances, this was indeed the case, but the enemy they were facing this time was not ordinary.
Brando took the lead and was the first to charge into the enemy's formation. When the Viero people rushed out of the forest, they saw this scene. Knights leading their attendants to charge had long been the norm in the continent of Vaunte. However, it was rare for a count with real power to lead dozens of personal guards to personally charge into the enemy's ranks, at least after the Seifer dynasty. The Viero nobles thought they were looking at a madman, but they did not expect something even crazier to come.
The thirteen Knights stood side by side, forming a sharp arrow. Brando was at the tip of this arrow. He raised Halran Gaia and swung it at a Black Knight charging at him. The Knight quickly raised his sword to block, but the Black Knight and his skeletal horse's head were cut into six pieces. The pieces burned brightly and disappeared into the rain. Another Knight behind the Black Knight watched as his comrade was cut into pieces in front of him. But before he could react, Halran Gaia had already pierced through the body of the Black Knight in front of him. He only had time to let out a hollow scream before the Halran Gaia landed heavily on his breastplate. The huge force pulled him off his horse and sent him flying into the distance, landing on the Black Knight behind him.
Only then did the power of the Piercing Strike explode. With the Black Knight's body as the center, a fan-shaped shockwave formed behind him. After a loud bang, most of the Black Knights in that direction fell to the ground.
In just two moves, Brando had killed nearly a quarter of the Black Knights. The tight formation of the Black Knights had now been cleared by Brando.
What kind of power was this?
The nobles of Viero seemed to have just remembered that this young Count was not only powerful, but he was also an outstanding swordsman. There were even rumors that he had reached the level of a Sword Saint. Although the credibility of this statement was very low, the scene before them at least proved that the Count's methods were at least several levels higher than those so-called Gold Rankers.
Could it be that after the Flame King Gretel, there really was another 20-year-old Elemental Awakening prodigy? This was the only thought in the minds of the nobles of Viero at the moment.
Compared to the Viero people's feelings of surprise and jealousy, the Blood Staff was the one with unspeakable bitterness at this moment. It finally saw that not only was the young commander an Elemental Awakened being, but the twelve Knights around him were also not to be trifled with. The twelve Knights were all existences with strength above the Gold Rank. Facing such a personal guard of the Count, it almost groaned out loud.
What kind of army did it encounter? Even if someone were to tell it that this army was Erouine's Royal Guards, it would not be able to help but believe it. But what made it very uncomfortable was that this army seemed to have no origin and appeared out of thin air.
Tónigel.
It repeatedly muttered this most remote place in the southeast of the Kingdom of Erouine. It still could not understand how such a fierce army could emerge from such a place. But it did not hesitate for too long. For its army, it was now the most critical moment. It had to guard the flank and prevent it from being broken through, otherwise all its previous efforts would be in vain. The Blood Staff hesitated for a moment and decided to personally lead a regiment of skeleton warriors to support the collapsing flank. Since the opponent had already sent out an Elemental Ranker, it could no longer hold back.
On this battlefield, it was the only one who could fight Brando.
The Blood Staff was still mobilizing its troops when Metisha and her Wind Archers finally collided with Madara's flank. Brando felt his Elemental Pool fluctuating twice in a row. Then he saw Metisha raising her spear in the army and shouting, "May the Holy Spirit of Heaven descend and bless you and me in the war. Those who fight for justice shall uphold the Inspiration of Justice!" A white beam of light seemed to split the haze and descended straight from mid-air. The beam of light fell into the army of Wind Archers. Countless angels descended from the white beam of light one by one, guarding behind each Wind Archer. Under their protection, the strength of the Archer girls under Metisha's command soared. Their strength, which was originally only at the mid-Silver-level, had now soared to the peak of Silver-level, and even faintly showed signs of stepping into the realm of Gold.
Yongge V
Light 5
[Spell]
Pay half of the mana (Knight). The Faran Knight Inspire all allies and upgrade them (current level + 5).
Sustain, Inspire will be maintained until the next day's reset.
'My glory is your glory — —'
At this moment, Brando really saw the horror of the Faran Knight. The Wind Archers, who were originally at the mid-Silver-level, were at most at the peak of Iron in terms of close combat experience and skills, and the Archer armor, which pursued flexibility, was far inferior to the Skeleton Warriors' infantry armor in close combat. Therefore, the combat strength of the Rank 4 Wind Archers in close combat was only on par with the Rank 2 Skeleton Warriors. However, after their Encourage had reached the pinnacle of Silver rank, the girls' battle prowess had increased to the lower levels of Silver rank. From Iron rank to Silver rank, this was a qualitative change. Now, they could easily crush the skeletons who were one rank below them.
This was not the end. Metisha immediately showed the second card:
Group Sprint
Yongge IV
Earth 2
[Spell]
Pay 1 Glory. The Faran Knight Inspire his followers to obtain the 'Group' ability.
Sustain, Group Charge will be maintained until the next day's reset.
'I saw it with my own eyes. The Sabri people screamed and launched their charge. An army of tens of thousands collapsed in front of them. Baron Cardin. '
(Group Ability. When creatures with the same ability are within a certain range, they will receive a 1% damage bonus. For every additional creature with this ability, the damage will increase by an additional amount.)
With the support of this card, the Wind Archers around Metisha suddenly became more aggressive. After their damage was doubled, they stood out from the ordinary Knight and instantly became the ready-made personal guards of the General. Once the Knight army was formed, the Undead's defense line immediately collapsed. Blood Staff originally thought that his flank could still hold on for a while, but with the support of Metisha's two cards, his plan was easily burst like a bubble.
When Blood Staff personally led a regiment of skeletal warriors to the battlefield, he saw his flank melting like snow under the sun. The Wind Archers were still moving forward, seemingly intending to break through his flank and head to the center of the battlefield to meet with the White Lion Guards. When Blood Staff saw this scene, he knew that it was all over. His army was all done for, and the Dark Nobles from the Sea of the Dying Moon were also done for. As for the spy in the Kingdom of Erouine, Count Randner, he was not even worth mentioning in the Blood Staff's mind. He originally came to block Brando's path of attack, but at this moment, he did not even think about it and turned around to run. The only way for him to survive was to gather the remaining skeletal warriors and retreat from the battlefield.
At least he had one advantage, and that was that the Undead would never feel tired and would not be completely defeated. On the other hand, these humans could not chase after them endlessly.
He no longer dared to hope for a false victory. It was already lucky enough to escape back to Madara.
Faint cheers of the humans could be heard on the battlefield.
Most of these cheers were from the people of Viero. It was a kind of rejoicing after a disaster, especially the soldiers of the lower ranks. They could not believe that the Undead Army was defeated just like that. Although there were still thousands of skeletons on the battlefield, they could see that Tónigel's army had completely divided the Madara army. Groups of liches were falling under their swords, and victory was only a matter of time.
It was not only the soldiers, but the nobles of Viero also gradually stopped. They began to realize that even if they did not charge, the skeletons in front of them were turning into ashes. The Undead Army was retreating. Count Jacques was certain that Blood Staff had begun to waver, or else the Undead Army would not have retreated. They were only stalling for time. The outcome of the battle was already decided, and the only thing left was how much they won.
But what made the people of Viero feel a little embarrassed was that the outcome of the battle did not seem to have much to do with them.
Under their gazes, Count Tónigel finally stopped in the middle of the chaotic battlefield.
The Undead Army was crumbling around him.
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