Benevolence; After leaving the valley, the team headed east, lacking open fire. The entire long five was immersed in darkness and moved forward.

The procession occasionally winds its way through mountain streams. Looking at the dark mountain, there is a shadow of the tip of the cold shirt. If it weren't for the stars. It is difficult for anyone to discern the direction in such an environment, and the people behind can often only passively follow the team in front, one after another, and the whole team is composed of ordinary citizens, although the fear of the emotion makes them more conscious, but it is inevitable that the bell will ring when they advance.

Freya, under Brando's instructions, divides the refugees into several areas, each with two sections. The backbone is responsible for maintaining order. Freya tells the townsfolk what they should do, and Brando tells them what they will do if they don't do it.

But the few experienced captains were not too worried, Leto and Mano were experienced in fighting, and the voice of Brando in the dense forest was not too far away, and at most the distance of an arrow would become like a whisper.

The White-Maned Swordsmen's Fluon Tower, on the other hand, listened to the wind blowing over the hills, and the sound of the trees had long since overpowered the other sounds, telling Sù Brando that his hearing was not as effective as his vision in this environment.

Brando listened to the sound of the wind, which came from afar, like a pine wave, and like a flock of birds in a cold forest, making a squeaking sound, but when you listened closely, it had a different taste: light and long, like the sound of a group of wonderful musical instruments played in the mountain wind; It's like a mysterious whisper. It's an unknown being in the forest who is telling the world.

In the Golan Elsen and throughout the southern border of Eruin, the whispers of the forest are described as the demagogic whispers of witches. Legend has it that there are many people who never return in the forest because of the witch's tricks.

Of course, these legends are not to be believed, but there is a strange sense of mystery to taste them at the moment

Brando led the horse and walked in the group, followed by the other mercenaries. Because everybody. People only have one horse, so the riders try to save the horse's body for any kind of battle. Well, although the world's war horses are abnormally strong, they are about 20 percent taller than ordinary horses. But in fact the cavalrymen seldom used horses as mounts, because they were too "weak" in the wars here.

They had already drifted east about ten miles away from that valley. In fact, it can be regarded as leaving the scope of Yinque Mountain. It is not like a highly developed society here. The tiniest hill should also be labeled with a code name, such as this one, and Brando doesn't know what it should be called.

It should belong to the southeasterly extension of the Bucks Hills. But off the road, it is uninhabited, and hunters pass through it only during the hunting season. As a result, hunter huts can sometimes be seen in the mountains. Brando had already let the gargoyle out and let it go southwest. At the same time, the scout cavalry followed the path they had come from.

About half a year. In the middle of the hour, the news came back. The two seasoned mercenaries were pale when they saw Brando, and they found a mountain of bones halfway away.

Brando could guess a scene like that:

When you see a sea of gray-white, forested skeletons slowly emerging from the top of the mountain, and then a little bit over the forest, pouring down, leaving only a "whoosh" sound in the mountain, it is really shocking.

Therefore, while gently reassuring the two mercenaries to go down to rest, he also told the others about the weakness of these bones, so that they would not lose their fighting spirit because of the imminent danger.

He sent another spy to the northwest

Brando knew the habitual arrangement of Madala at this time. Layer by layer, it can be flexibly mobilized. And the scout control range is also very large. Both front and rear can be supported. This tactic was designed to take full advantage of the numerical superiority of the undead army of Madara, in the early days of the War of the Black Roses. The Lords of Darkness once carried this tactic forward with excellent mid-to-lower-level commanders.

But it has a fatal flaw.

That's the eye. Once the support of the wraith is lost, there will be a huge gap between the squadrons, especially in such a mountainous area, which can easily be divided and interspersed by opponents. Another weakness is that if the commander is too inferior, this arrangement will easily play the classic "refueling tactics, situation".

Of course, the reason why the army of Madara dared to adopt such an arrangement before the Second War of the Black Roses. On the one hand, it is also a manifestation of self-confidence. There are just too many excellent talents that they can use in this era.

On the other hand, there are not many means by which ghosts can be discovered in this day and age

It's just that Brando" just right. Just know one.

He couldn't help but look up at the hillside,

Mano led the militia of the Self-Defense Corps through the cold forest, and this seasoned mercenary kept looking back at the beautiful white male Lando in the valley below, and he would point them out where the terrible spirits of the dead were hiding.

Mano was skeptical, and if he wanted to fight, he had to behave. It's not as mysterious as wizards. It was as if they had left the refugee group far behind, almost a mile, but the brute still didn't react at all.

But just as he was about to scold his mother, he saw that the elegant creature suddenly turned its head in one direction. Pressed his hooves against the ground to show a restless expression.

Over there!

Mano immediately pointed his scimitar forward, causing the others to pounce quickly.

In that direction was a cold forest that was no different from the rest, but they had just outflanked it from the left and right, and a ghostly light appeared from the woods, like a miserable white shadow, and then gradually formed a human-shaped halo floating in the air.

Isn't this a ghost, Martha is on top?

Not only the militiamen behind him, but even Mano himself was stunned, but the pale figure had already let out a scream and pounced on these militiamen.

The monstrous scream made everyone's hearts cold, but it only quieted the voices in the forest all of a sudden

Mano felt that he had never fought such a strange battle in his life, and for a moment the ghostly face looked like many of his dead comrades, but he quickly shook his head and threw the thought out of his mind. Brando, Ding told him: This qiē is all an illusion, don't take it by it.

He didn't dare to doubt the young man at all now, the scene in front of him was really weird.

Mano tightened the scimitar in his hand.

The shiny blade swung out, and the blade passed through the ghost's body, but immediately formed a layer of ice. Mano knew it was bad. There is no real sense of blow, which shows that his knife is empty.

Wraiths are somewhere between the spirit and the substance, and have a half-chance of missing a physical attack.

Mano didn't have time to make a big evasive action, and the other party's pale fingers had already stretched out to his face, and he let the other party's slender fingertips pass through his shoulders at a critical moment.

The seasoned mercenary immediately arrived, and the cold was biting on his shoulders. It was as if the entire left arm was completely unconscious.

"Attack, you bastards!" He fell to the right and shouted at the stunned militiamen. The citizens reacted and stabbed at the ghost with their spears.

Three spears pierced directly through the looming shadow. But the other two didn't do it all at once. The ghost stands up. Let it scream.

Mano bounced off the ground and stabbed diagonally at the pale light. This time, he was lucky, and with a single sword, he hit the essence of the opponent's soul, and the strength of the black iron swordsman exploded in an instant, causing the ghost to scream and then disappear

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but sit down on the ground with weak hands and feet, and no one spoke. In fact, even Mano is this. Veterans are also a little concerned.

But there was only one thought in his mind at the moment: how did the young man know this? ”，

The young man retracted his gaze, Mano and Bartom were doing a good job, and he couldn't help but be glad that he had these veteran mercenaries under his hands. Otherwise, he would really have some trouble dealing with these mid-level undead.

However, the soul statue white deer is actually a very ordinary item to ward off evil spirits, but to connect it with the military, you need to imagine that Lando couldn't help but look back at Freya, what was the way back then, the method was actually invented by this Valkyrie.

Does this count as leftovers?

Regardless, Madara has lost these ghosts as eyeliner, and they must not have had a good time this night. Perhaps the necromancers who were controlling them would soon find out that the ghosts they had sent out had disappeared en masse in some direction, but that didn't mean anything they still needed to verify. And wait for the message again.

An hour or two is enough for him to do a lot of things.

The gargoyle continues to fly southwest. Brando finally saw a skeletal cavalry walking through the woods. He didn't know if he had missed anything else before. But presumably this should be the reconnaissance front line of a column.

So he found another skeleton cavalry three minutes later. At the same time, the tactical characteristics of this period coincided with what he had in mind, and he had the gargoyle cross several mountain streams in the direction tangent to the ridge, and sure enough, he soon saw an army of dark skeletal soldiers in the valley.

About 200 bodies. A squadron.

The gargoyle continued down the valley again. Exactly as he envisioned. Brando immediately found two more squadrons, and although he could not see which one they should belong to, none of the generals of the commander level of the Madara Column at this time were to be messed with.

He thought "White Knight." Alberton and Vesa shouldn't have gotten to the back of the pitch, but it should always be Dejen, Gurob, or the Blood Witch. One of the Rhaedios.

Two main generals, five columns, close to the size of 10,000 undead, concentrated in the hills that were no more than twenty or thirty miles wide, and the army of the undead really began to advance in large numbers under the cover of night

Time is getting a little ticker.

Brando also wanted to see how big the area of depth was between the second and third layers of Madara. Where was the other column, but the gargoyles had reached their maximum flight range. Of course. Although he had fooled Madden and Bresson that the gargoyle had scouted the entire Buchi area in one day, the gargoyle was not omnipotent.

1:05 a.m.

News also came back from the northwest, and a large number of zombie "dead maggots" appeared in that direction, as Voltaron expected. 's elite troops arrived from the Sharp Rock Valley.

When the news spread among the mercenaries, everyone's faces were a little solemn, they had a little luck, but they didn't expect it to develop to the worst in the end.

As a result, the refugee ranks were encircled. Unless, of course, they can accelerate their breakthrough to the north. Get out of that gap before you close the siege.

But the mercenaries looked at the refugees, then at Freya and Brando, and knew it was unlikely.

For a while, everyone was a little silent.

Freya clutched the reins a little nervously and subconsciously set her eyes on Brando.

Only Brando picked up his pocket watch and looked at it, then turned over and got on his horse, as if he didn't care about the atmosphere around him

He drew his sword with a thud and said to the men, "Listen, everyone."

The young man's voice was sonorous and powerful.

"There are two in our southwest. squadrons, two to three miles from us, respectively. There is also a squadron in a farther direction. There were four undead scout cavalry coming from those directions, and what I would like to tell you is that we are going to kill two of them and attack one of them. The squadron opens the hole"

"We're going to get to the dead maggots." to go behind it, just as we expected.

"We had two hours to complete this qiē, and two hours later we began to play hide and seek with the army of the undead in Madara." Brando raised his sword and tugged at the reins to make the horse spin in front of everyone with a mocking expression.

"What, you're scared?"

There was silence.

At this moment, everyone was stunned. How did this young man know about this qiē? He's not going to talk about it, is he?

But Brando, though he was unexpected every time, knew about it. He's never been a fool of himself. In particular, he stood upright on horseback, raised his sword and pointed to the southwest, and every word he said was as clear as when he had led them into a charge.

It was as if the direction he was pointing in was the path to a miracle, and no matter how difficult and dangerous it was, it would eventually open up a path.

It was when the thorns parted, leaving a path of blood

Brando looked at these people and didn't say a word, just as he had led those like-minded people to charge at Madara. Someone once said that he was the most qualified attack commander, because once he decided, he was unstoppable.

No one spoke.

But all the mercenaries turned on their horses, brushing together with the sound of metal grinding.

"One qiē for victory."

"Long live Eruin"

In case of today's first update, I saw that a friend in the book review area said that he wanted a ticket to exchange for an update, and it looked a little sad

Second, I have always felt that there are more votes and how many votes are less, so that everyone's relationship is not like a friend, and it feels a little uncomfortable

Speaking of the issue of updates, you can also see that I have worked hard, I have not saved the manuscript, and I am doing my best to write every day, especially for the outbreak of the past few days, and I have squeezed out almost all of my free time

That's it, everyone read it, don't care about me talking nonsense,!