The night belonged to those who never slept, and the remaining undead army advanced under the cover of the night. The undulating ridges of the valley in the darkness were like crouching behemoths, and the silent dark forest, the dim meadows, and the gravel-strewn riverbanks formed a landscape that rapidly receded from both sides of the pale vision of the undead. The Bloodstaff and its high-ranking liches were protected in the very center of these skeleton riders. It raised its bare skull to look at the south of the valley, and the glimmer refracted by the gurgling river outlined the narrow shape of the valley pass in that direction, behind which was the exit to the Silverman Valley.
At the mouth of the valley, there was a quiet camp, similar to all the camps of the undead, this camp was composed of a large number of bony thorns and a few large black tents sparsely scattered, but this camp was empty at the moment, and there were no signs of activity inside. The army of the undead stopped at the command of the Bloodstaff. There was originally a team of liches stationed here, and they had hundreds of skeleton warriors under them, but these undead seemed to have turned into air at the moment and disappeared without a trace.
The Bloodstaff sent out several scouts, who quickly ran back and brought back the same news as what it saw. The camp was empty, and there were no signs of battle.
The Bloodstaff was not a fool, and immediately understood that enemies had appeared on its way back.
"It found us." Brund exhaled a white breath in the cold night, and there was only sparse light in the rainy night. The blade in his hand was dark and did not reflect any light.
"It's awareness, not discovery." Alea corrected.
"It's all about the same."
"No, there's a big difference. In terms of tactics, sensing our existence means that our position has been determined, but the realization is just a guess. There's a big difference in this. Brund, it's not your style to be vague."
"Shut up."
Alea wanted to say more, but little Pero also turned his head and glared at him, saying, "Shut up." He opened his mouth, and finally shut it obediently. There was a low laugh in the dark night, and the young Cruz people were obviously used to Alea's deflated look.
"Are those the undead?" A female Knight asked curiously.
Little Pero looked at the skeletons from afar and nodded.
"The Empire fought against them in Crete. So this is what they look like. Those Necromancers have been desecrating corpses at the borders of the Empire. The Holy Cathedral should have punished them long ago."
"Aren't you afraid?" Alea asked curiously, "I heard that you women are afraid of these skeletons."
"Alea, shut up!" The female Knight replied angrily, "Nothing good comes out of a dog's mouth!"
"They're alerted. What should we do?" Asked Brund, sitting as straight as a javelin in the saddle, as if he had not seen his bad friend make a fool of himself. Under the night sky, it was drizzling. His military uniform and wet hair stuck to his body. The gaps in his armor seemed to be full of water, which made people feel very uncomfortable. However, it did not affect him at all. He was like a model Knight of the Empire.
"It doesn't matter. This is their only way. The Count fought a good battle. There aren't many of them left. We can just wait here. There's no need to play any tricks with them." Little Pero replied.
"The more complicated the tactic, the easier it is to fail." Brund recited as if reciting scriptures.
"Dogmatist." Alea muttered under his breath.
The Folded Sword Knight Regiment was in formation on the riverbank a hundred meters away from the other end of the undead camp. Hundreds of cavalry were silent on the gravel, leaving only rows of cavalry swords and pairs of bright light blue eyes full of fighting spirit.
The Blood Staff quickly discovered this unusual cavalry. It was a little surprised because it thought that it would be ambushed, but it did not expect these bold humans to set up a formation in front of it and fight it head-on. It suddenly felt ashamed and annoyed. If it was a day ago, how could such a small group of human cavalry dare to be so arrogant? But even now, it still had more than a thousand skeleton cavalry in its hands. These human cavalry simply did not take it seriously.
The Blood Staff clenched the skeletal staff in his hand. It was as if he could feel the anger in his burning soul fire. A few necromancer apprentices who followed him quickly whispered to him that this might be a trap set by the humans.
But the Blood Staff shook its head. Before it could speak, the dark mercenaries around it let out empty and meaningless laughter.
The Blood Staff looked at these guys with some annoyance, "There's no need. This is our only way. They can just attack directly. There's no need to be so mysterious."
"No more than three hundred." The dark mercenaries who began to sneer quickly estimated the number of Cruz Knight. Darkness was an ally of the Eternal Dead, "These humans really don't know what's good for them."
"Send a scout cavalry to test their strength." The Blood Staff suddenly sensed some danger.
The young people of Cruz looked at the small group of skeleton cavalry that separated from the undead army and immediately understood the other party's intention. Little Pero did not say a word, made a gesture, and also ordered Brund to lead a small group of Knight to meet them. These Folded Sword Knights were by no means new recruits on the battlefield for the first time. Before the life and death encounter in the Deadly Tundra Forest, they had already fought with many enemies. These skeletons were just an interlude in their military career. Brund quickly intercepted the small group of skeleton cavalry, and then the two sides began to fight. It only took a few minutes to wipe out the opposite side, but none of the undead turned around and fled, which surprised him slightly and made him cautious.
The army of the undead was indeed very different from the opponents he had encountered before.
"The strength of the Silver Rank is about between the middle and lower levels." The dark mercenaries from the Sea of the Dead Moon quickly came to a conclusion. The soulfire in their eyes flashed as they spoke to the Blood Staff in a hoarse voice.
"I'm afraid there's still some hidden strength. In other words, Erouine has another fourth-grade cavalry team." The Blood Staff replied in a deep voice, "No wonder they're so arrogant."
Its tone was full of unwillingness, feeling that it should not have come to Erouine at all. Its past understanding of the kingdom was completely subverted in just one day, and it still could not figure out how the elite human army that was beyond its imagination came about. There should not be such an army in the southern border of the kingdom, and no one told it about it. The news it got from all channels pointed out that this was the most empty moment in the southern part of the kingdom.
But now, the Blood Staff faintly sensed that it seemed to have been betrayed.
It was very smart, and it already knew that the road back to Madara would not be easy, but it still had a chance. It took away all the high-grade liches from the battlefield, and they were its most important force. As long as this foundation was still there, it would be a day when it could rise again. It came back to its senses and coldly looked at the army in front of it that it thought was' Erouine's cavalry '. Its strength was almost six times the opponent's, and even if this cavalry was a fourth-grade army, it still had a certain advantage.
"I have to let these humans understand that the night belongs to the Immortals."
The Blood Staff gently waved his Skeletal Staff and pointed it forward.
The skeletal cavalry began to disperse. These skeletal riders with flames dancing in their eye sockets rode side by side in the valley. They trotted forward and soon formed a wedge attack formation. During the entire process, the entire army did not make much noise. Only the crisp sound of skeletal horses' hooves hitting the gravel could be heard. It was so quiet that it made one's hair stand on end. This silent momentum was enough to suppress any human army, but the young people of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment were an exception. They had seen the scene of wolves galloping on the tundra, and the scene in front of them was nothing compared to the scene in the Deadly Frost Forest.
"They really came!" Alea even growled with some excitement.
"They had to come." Brend replied.
"You're really boring."
Little Pero turned his head at this time, and his gaze swept across everyone's faces, "Count Tónigel told us not to expose our strength above Gold-rank. This is related to our main mission here, so do you understand how this battle should be fought?"
"Sigh –"
"Sigh!" Hearing little Pero's words, the crowd suddenly sighed.
"What's the fun in that, Little Pero." Alea could not help but shout, "Let's do a good job, our bones are going to rust from boredom!"
"You can tell that to His Royal Highness." Little Pero glanced at him and replied.
This time, these young people from Cruz were speechless. They might as well be killed if they were asked to bargain with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Everyone knew that the Crown Prince was serious and usually very serious. He was obviously about the same age as them, but he seemed to be ten years older than them. The key was that the Crown Prince had the Commander behind him. These young people dared to ignore the majesty of the royal family, but in front of Veronica, they were like mice that saw a cat.
The square formation of the Knight was suddenly silent, and little Pero nodded with satisfaction, "Get ready, the first wave of attack."
He raised his hand.
The Knight raised their hands in unison, as if a black forest had suddenly risen.
At this distance, it was difficult for the Blood Staff to see the movements of the Cruz people, but it still sensed the abnormality. The skeleton Knight had entered the best distance to sprint, but the other party still did not move. What was the reason for this? Did the other party's commander not understand that when two cavalry met, whoever ran into the best position to attack first would have the upper hand? Besides, the number of these Erouine cavalry was far less than it. In theory, they should take advantage of their flexibility to make the first move to make up for the disadvantage in strength, but the other party seemed to be scared and stood there stupidly.
Of course, the Blood Staff did not think that the other party was scared silly. How could a commander who could command a Tier 4 army be a fool? It instinctively felt that there was a conspiracy, but it was too late at this time. The army had already started, and it was impossible to stop or turn around.
"What the hell is going on?" For the first time, the Blood Staff could not help but ask the unruly dark mercenaries.
But these experienced tacticians were also dumbfounded at this moment. They did not understand what this strange cavalry wanted to do. In the end, an old Necromancer from the barren territory in the easternmost part of the Sea of the Dying Moon saw some clues. "They seem to be preparing some kind of spell!" When the Necromancer saw this, his voice changed a little, because it was not because he saw it, but because he felt the majestic aura of magic coming head-on.
Preparing a spell?
The Blood Staff was also dumbfounded. Today, he saw archers on horseback, cavalry without horses, and wizards used as archers. He did not expect to see armored cavalry wizards in the end. "They're wearing armor, full cavalry armor, and you tell me they're preparing a spell!" The Blood Staff could not help but roar a little angrily.
But as soon as his voice fell, a dazzling light flashed in the square formation of the Folded Sword Knight Regiment.
The young Knights of Cruz raised their right hands. Unlike most knight regiments, most of them were not wearing thick iron handguards, but beautiful platinum handguards. The biggest difference between this kind of handguard and ordinary handguards was that the ten fingers were not connected together. It had an elegant and delicate beauty, but in addition to its artistic beauty, the biggest advantage of this kind of handguard was that it could leave space for the wearer to wear a ring. Of course, it was not an ordinary ring, but the so-called little secrets of the witches located on both sides of the Magic Triangle —
Magic rings.
On the fingers of these young Cruz people was a piece of sparkling, beautiful rings inlaid with rubies, fire agates, emeralds, and blue crystals. Each ring was engraved with mysterious runes with countless magic circles.
If Brando's army was already extremely luxurious in the eyes of Count Jacques, but compared with these young Knights from Cruz, it was really the difference between a beggar and a rich man. Eighty percent of the young Knights of Folded Sword came from the descendants of various noble families in the empire. The cost of equipment for each of them was almost enough to equip an entire Knight Domain. This amount of money was just a drop in the bucket for the empire's aristocracy. It seemed to be a matter of course, but in a remote place like Erouine, it was unprecedented.
The Blood Staff had the honor to witness how the elite Knight of Cruz flaunted their strength and wealth.
In some ways, it was the first person in Madara.
… …
Yalvete was standing next to her warhorse. The thick white armor on her body seemed to emit endless flames. This lady who was called the Queen of Banshees by all the Dark Lords in the Sea of the Dead Moon rarely showed her face, but today she was not wearing a helmet. Below the helmet was a pale face. For a lady, this face could be considered beautiful, but it was full of a gloomy aura. Her hair was like a burning phosphorescence. From time to time, there were silver flames flying around, reflecting the flat forehead without the slightest trace of blood. Under the sword-like slender eyebrows, a pair of silver eyes were hidden in the deep eye sockets. At this moment, she was pursing her thin lips, her cheeks were a little sunken, and she looked very silent.
She did not speak, but her eyes reflected the distant flames shining brightly.
Several Banshees were guarding the Queen of Banshees.
"Let's go." After looking for a moment, she suddenly turned around, grabbed the saddle and got on the horse's back. The Queen of Banshees' voice was very ethereal, like a faint singing voice. "There's nothing to see. The Blood Staff is finished."
"Your Majesty, you mean the Erouine people defeated the Blood Staff?" A Banshee asked in a sharp voice.
"Don't call me 'Your Majesty', Vigny. There is only one Majesty in Madara," Yalvete replied. "It's not strange that the Erouine people defeated the Blood Staff. It's just an idiot. It was played around by the Incirsta Dragon from the beginning to the end. The poor thing thought that His Majesty would secretly acquiesce to its actions. Ah, I really admire Tarkus for daring to deal with that guy. Even if you were sold by the Incirsta Dragon, sometimes you still have to help him count the money. "
Yalvete brazenly ridiculed the confidants of the few supreme beings in the Empire. The Banshees hissed and did not dare to continue speaking.
She finally looked at the flash on the other side of the mountain and said to herself, "But the Erouine people did give me a little surprise. Do you see? This is the heritage of this ancient land. Don't underestimate any enemy. After thousands of years of accumulation, they have some ingenious knowledge and secrets. They can always bring you surprises. However, accidents in war were fatal. The Blood Staff had always looked at its opponents with the same foolish eyes in the past. Today was a battle of life and death. It would not hold back, but how could its enemies be merciful? Ah, the new dark nobles in the Empire can't wait to make a name for themselves in this land. But this time, I'm afraid His Majesty will have a reason to persuade them. "
"Why should His Majesty care about this little Erouine?"
Yalvete shook her head and did not refute her personal maid. She knew that the supreme being did not care about Erouine, but the attitude of the Four Holy Cathedrals. Erouine suddenly showed his strong side today, but it was hard to say what it meant. The Count of Tónigel seemed to be related to the Wind Elves, but the power he held had traces of the Templar. He seemed to have appeared out of thin air overnight and had a strong force.
"Interesting."
She said softly, "Interesting."
But there was one more thing she did not say. She even had a faint feeling that the army of Erouine people had a very familiar aura. The Queen of Banshees shook her head and muttered in her heart.
"No, this should not be possible."
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