After Valhalla had witnessed the lord's hospitality, little Pelo no longer doubted who was the most powerful man in Eruin, and while everyone else was amazed at the splendor of Valhalla, he kept an eye on it. He had always had a more flexible mind, so he could notice the elven girls who were in charge of receiving them, all of whom were the most outstanding archers among the tree elves, and the magical armor worn by the non-commissioned officers of the White Lion Guard, which was by no means the energy that a local nobleman in a small country like Eruin should have. He thought to himself that those who opposed the Earl were genuine fools, especially the nobles north of Eruin, who were real pus, a plate of loose sand, not worth mentioning.

This lord is definitely capable of transforming this small kingdom according to his own wishes, and it can be seen at a glance that he is a person with great ambitions, and he will definitely be able to use them as a group. But before he could speak, Alaya on the side rushed to speak; The guy pursed his lips, as if he had already held back this sentence, as if he didn't say it for a while, he would die: "Your lord, if you don't mind, you can invite guests, and we happen to be free, we can help you hunt a bear or an elk in this forest." ”

"This damned, reckless idiot!" Pelo Jr. was eager to kick Alaya, but privately had to admit that the latter's bluntness was sometimes a good preference: "It's just that the Cruz people have disgraced his face." ”

Brando smiled and replied solemnly, "As a host, I'm embarrassed to entertain guests with a few stinky bones." ”

"My lord, according to the tradition of our Cruz, not all the prey you catch is to be roasted on a campfire, you can nail their heads to a wooden plank and hang them in the room."

"Hang the stinking head of the Blood Staff in the room? I don't seem to have that bad taste. Brando mused, "But that's pretty much the same when it comes to that." He looked at little Pelo to the side. Understand that this young man is the one who can speak in this group of knights. Of course, there is also Lenaret, who has a tacit attitude, but the eldest son of the emperor has lived in seclusion for a long time, and rarely leaves the camp, like a noble daughter who is afraid of seeing the light.

Little Pelo lowered his head: "My lord, bears and elks will definitely not escape from the palm of your hand, but I think the hunters may still have some questions." ”

"Hunter?"

"Your Excellency. In the winter, hunters often invite friends and relatives when hunting, and try to choose more experienced hunters, because everyone wants to be the first to shoot the best prey, and young people are impetuous and tend to startle snakes. ”

Brando chuckled in his heart, already realizing what the other party wanted to say, he frowned: "You go on." ”

"My lord, I've done some research on Cruz's earlier war history. Except for the wars between the temples and the temples, the wars between the lords below are mostly relatively simple and full of variables. This is not to say that they don't want to devise an elaborate plan to defeat their opponents in one fell swoop, but the lords mostly know what their retainers are, and their actions are often dictated by hot-headedness or superfluous fear, often in private. Destroy the whole picture, so wars between provinces are often compared who makes fewer mistakes. ”

Pelo Jr. barely said that his plan was on paper. Brando's face was red, fortunately he couldn't see it on a foggy rainy day, the battles he commanded in the past were all executed by professional players, and the so-called gap between players in execution and discipline was compared to the modern army, but for the aristocratic army of this era. It's a role model. In Amber Sword, even small and medium-sized guild players can be comparable to the White Lion Legion in terms of discipline and execution, and large guilds are even more impressive, after all, as long as it is not very unreasonable or an order that restricts personal freedom, most players will not have trouble with their guild points. These memories of the past created an illusion for him. He almost forgot that it was neither the players nor the disciplined White Lion Legion who were cooperating with him now, but the Duke's private army, which was not even comparable to the Southern Legion and the Van Mill Legion, and most of these armies were ragtag armies composed of seventy-seven-eighty-eight lords and their knights and retinues, so it would be strange that there would be no problems.

His thinking was influenced by the stereotypes in the game, and he almost forgot about it. Fortunately, Pelo Jr. was the most professional soldier at this time, and he had received good training in war history and battlefield analysis, so he could see the loopholes in his arrangement at a glance.

He couldn't help but glance at the thin young man again, the other party didn't have a single word of nonsense, just one sentence of analysis established their position in his mind, "It seems that it is indeed the right choice to let these sword knights join this battle," Brando thought to himself, "It is worthy of being the future star of the Cruz people, it is not inferior to the rumors, and this transaction has not been lost at least so far." ”

"The current situation is already like this, how can it be remedied?"

"My lord, there is no need to remedy it, the situation on Madara's side is no better than ours, and even this military operation is the product of a moment of hot-headedness for Madara, the blood staff has brought in the battle-hardened dark lords of the Sea of the Dead Moon, but those lords are no different from our lords, their army is full of hot-headedness and misjudgment. This battle is still equal for both of us, not to mention that we still have a head start, and the military strength is far superior to those bones, and victory seems inevitable to me. ”

Brando calmed down and realized that what Pello Jr. had said earlier was just to remind him not to take it too lightly and highlight their role at the same time.

"My lord, we are more concerned about what you plan to use us for."

"You are not suitable for the frontal battlefield for the time being, but there is a place where you can be used right now, and if those lords really startle the snakes, it is inevitable that an army will be needed to go around the back of the blood staff army and delay the pace of the bone shelf."

Little Pelo glanced at the Count Tonigel with some appreciation, and thought to himself that he was also a clever man, and understood what he meant at once. However, they also had their own pride, and replied lightly: "My lord, the army of the Blood Staff will not be able to move a single step, and will not be delayed. ”

"This is the Cruz!" Brando thought to himself. However, it is not impossible for a knight order with an average strength above gold and hundreds of people to block the retreat of the blood staff.

"Don't make too much of a fuss."

"I'll set up the position like the White Lion Guards under my lord, and we'll leave before the others arrive."

Brando smiled, it was easy to talk to a smart person, he looked at the knight with the broken sword present, and couldn't help but feel a little pity. What if all these people were Eruin? "Do you want to find a way to keep them?" This thought suddenly flashed in his heart, but then he shook his head, this question is too special, for little Pelo, they have lost the sense of glory of the soldiers, I am afraid that they will not grow into real generals in the future, and the twisted melon is not sweet, "Forget it, take one step at a time, and besides, there is no genius among the Eruin people." ”

After getting a positive answer from Brando. The Knights of the Folding Sword, who have been depressed for a month, seem to have regained their vitality, these young knights are full of energy, how can they be idle, after learning that they can go into battle to kill the enemy, they can't help but be jubilant, and the preparations of the little Pelo, Brende and Aleia are also going extremely smoothly, in fact, the Knights of the Folding Sword have been holding a string all along, waiting for Brando's final reply. Therefore, there is actually no need to prepare much at this time, but it is only half an hour. Everyone is ready to go.

Of course, this can also be seen that these young people from Cruz are well-trained, and if they are placed in the ordinary noble cavalry, even if they are prepared for departure in advance, it will take at least an hour or two to prepare in the end.

At this time, Freya arrived at Brando's army under the escort of several Highland Knights.

The arrival of the Valkyrie brings bad news to Brando.

Sure enough, it was just as Pelo Jr. had predicted. The retainers of the Grand Duke of Vieiro hurriedly attacked before Brando arrived, and when she learned the news from Eco, she immediately took the lead to report to Brando. And according to Freya. In order to cooperate with Viero's army, Lantonilan's army and the Highland Knights also launched attacks, and now the battle between the two sides is spread out in the middle of the Slovefa hills, and the battle is raging.

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but look at Brando's face, thinking that he would be furious, but she didn't expect Brando to just smile wryly and shake his head, as if he had expected it: "Freya, you go and prepare, the White Lion Guards are waiting for the order to attack." Medisa will cooperate with you, this is the first real war of Toniger's army, and I will put the Wind Shooter under your command. ”

"Brando?"

"The armies of Vieiro and Lantoniland are moving, and we must speed up the pace to cooperate with them, and if they want to suffer, let them get on the table."

"But is that okay?"

"It's okay, the Blood Staff can't win, it's just that some people have to suffer a big loss. Instead, we, Freya, are fighting the White Lion Guards for the first time since they formed an army with the Wind Archers, and I hope they will impress all the enemies of this kingdom. ”

"All enemies?"

Brando nodded.

In his heart, the rotten vines and rotten branches that stood in the way of this kingdom were about to be swept away. From this moment on, Eruin will usher in a new life, and the sapling planted in Tonigel will finally take root.

……

The battle began on a gentle slope to the west of the Slovewen hills, running east-west with a dense lime forest on the slopes, where a noble knight from Viero had come to ambush with his attendants a day earlier. This knight lord named Planche is neither a confidant of the Grand Duke of Vieiro, nor an important retainer under the Grand Duke, seriously speaking, but an insignificant little person, he comes from those barren territories of the Quiet Wind Forest, he is a real poor and white character, he came to wade into this troubled water for only two purposes, the first purpose is for money, the second purpose is to enter the field of vision of the Duke, in order to realize this ambition, he sold his wealth, smashed the pot and sold iron to pull up this group of people, and rode a horse for the first time in his life, Putting on a suit of custom-made leather armor, painting an insignia on his shield, he took up the banner and went with the army to Slovefvan, a place that was even poorer than his homeland.

But though Master Planche was greedy for money and famous, he was not the kind of hot-headed young man, and he had inquired before he came. This expedition was made to deal with the skeleton of Madara. The legends of those skeletons could not be said for three days and three nights, and during the First War of the Black Roses, there was even an army of Madara that entered the province of Vieiro along the Anlek Mountains, and although Planchet had never really seen these terrible opponents, he had heard of their ferocity from various sources.

Before you really make up your mind to give it a go. The knight also thought twice, but in the end a bold plan took shape in his mind. He didn't know where he heard a legend, I heard that Madara's bone frame is controlled by the corpse witch, as long as you kill those corpse witches, the bone frame will naturally lose the ability to fight, and the corpse witch itself has no combat effectiveness, once it is attacked by people around the back, it is like fish on a chopping board. Then Planchet had a plan in his mind, and he thought to himself why he didn't hide. Wait until the skeleton army passes, and then rush out to slaughter the helpless corpse witches, and finally make a great achievement without much effort; Although this knight lord did not know a single big character in his life, he was extremely satisfied with his plan, and felt that he might belong to the kind of handsome talent who was born with the ability to command.

However, in Slove, Planchet realized that there seemed to be some gap between the ideal and the reality. First of all, it rained lightly in the middle of the hills after autumn, which caused great trouble for the troops stationed in the forest. Including this knight, he had to march in a wet environment every day, his feet were muddy, and every day in the evening the whole person seemed to roll in the mud, but the saddest thing was that he didn't even have a dry and comfortable place to sleep, and sometimes he could only wrap his cloak. It's going to be a night in the mud. Proncher had suffered this there, and within two or three days he had been suffering like the others, but he had not cursed the heavens and the earth, but fortunately, half a week after the rain began, the army finally entered the designated ambush area.

But alas, Planche found that the situation in front of him was a little different from what he had imagined. In his imagination, the so-called ambush was to hide in the valleys on both sides, wait for the army of blood rods to pass, and then they would suddenly kill and cut off those skeleton skeletons, and of course he would hide at the end, just waiting to kill the best ones to deal with the corpse witches. But when he arrived in Sloffa, the knight realized that it was not the case at all, and the whole battlefield was more than he had imagined, and at a glance there were rolling hills, only rolling hillsides and a continuous forest, and there was no way to see the road, let alone distinguish the direction.

Under such circumstances, Planchet felt that it would be difficult to even figure out which direction Madara's army was coming from, let alone such a whimsical thing as going around the back to kill the ghouls. At this time, the big men above began to divide the area one by one, and then designated these scattered knights and lords to be stationed in their own ambush area in turn, and our Planchet was divided into such a linden forest.

That's it.

However, Master Planchet was obviously always optimistic, and in such a situation, he also asked him to find out the situation around him. He soon found that most of the people stationed around him were poor and white, and he was a down-and-out knight with ambition to take advantage of the opportunity, and this discovery made him feel a great pressure, until then he had always thought that he was unique, or adventurous, and dared to seize this opportunity to climb to the sky, but he did not expect that there were so many people as bold as himself, so he immediately began to feel that time was pressing.

Fortunately, on this morning he was received by a great man, of course - with the other knights - but it was enough to make Planchet feel important, for it was said that the lord was also a prominent minister of the Grand Duke Vieiro. Of course, the interview was about to make them more vigilant, as the Blood Staff had already made contact with the scouts of Vieiro's army earlier yesterday.

But Planchet, with his natural acumen, heard another meaning from the words of the other party, that is, to allow them to attack without being ordered at the right time and without waiting for a predetermined time, with tacit consent.

Because the big man also said that opportunities on the battlefield are fleeting, and good knights must learn to seize opportunities on their own. Of course, if Planche had a little military knowledge, he would have understood that this was nothing more than a, and if Brando had been here, he might have sneered at the fact that these Vieiro nobles had done so obviously for the sake of merit.

But almost everyone thinks victory is in sight, and a little indulgence doesn't seem like a bad thing.

Of course, this qiē has nothing to do with Planchet. He just thought it was a good sign anyway.

And the good signs continue.

That afternoon, he finally saw a small group of skeleton knights running from outside the linden forest. And immediately after this skeleton cavalry, there was an army of skeletons, this skeleton army numbered about a few hundred, but Plancher certainly couldn't count them, he only felt that he had never seen so many undead, densely packed all over the hillside - this must be an army of the undead.

He was nervous, but a thirst for merit and money calmed him down, as if he had overcome fear, and he felt his heart pound that the opportunity he had always dreamed of was in front of him.

Sure enough, only a moment later, he saw a line of bone racks in robes with staff in hand appear in view. If he was familiar with Madara's army, he would have recognized these skeleton wizards who cast detection spells in the vanguard to support the scout troops, but for Planchet, they had only one identity.

Corpse witch.

Here's your chance!

Prangcher said to himself secretly.

…… (To be continued......)