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The scouts in the forest began to fight for the river, and news of all aspects of the army of the Parathians had been shut down. Brando's young mage attendant, Charles, was now standing on the watchtower in a robe and holding a staff, looking far away to the north, and then turned back to him and said, "The attrition is stricter than expected, and the battle loss rate of the scouts sent to the north is more than four to fifty percent. These were experienced veterans, and in three days we had lost at least fifty men, and three times as many wounded. ”

At the end, he added: "If I were the lord, I would go on like this." ”

"So you're not a lord." The elven princess, dressed in silver armor, glanced at him and replied indifferently. Wearing the peaked helmet characteristic of the Silver Elf, Medisa enclosed her small face and pursed her lips tightly, looking heroic.

"Is there some conspiracy for him to clean up our scouts?"

"Probably not, simply because Pallas knew we had cavemen on our hands, and he didn't want to be flanked while fighting. He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of Sir Mintai. Medisa replied.

"It's hard to deal with." Charles shook his head, his brows furrowed, "I don't know if I can drag it out for three days." ”

Jean Denel's army has arrived

"There are people in the forest!"

The first reflection appeared in the forest, and a knight in armor appeared in the forest on the other side of the river, followed by more troops behind him. The knight plunged the flagpole into the soft earth of the riverbank beneath his feet, and a heraldic flag with a sky blue background unfurled in the wind.

Pallas's Hound Family Micro

"To the north, to the east!"

"That's a lot."

Soldiers in red and blue uniforms poured out of the forest, numbering more than a thousand. "Are they going to attack the city?" Charles turned around and asked, seeing an archer shoot an arrow far away from the Gris, and the arrow landed weakly on the river beach about fifty paces from the earthen wall.

Medisa shook her head, the other party was just calculating the distance. They may attack tentatively, but they should be observant for a while before that.

As the youngest princess of the Silver Elves, Medisa has experienced no less war than the rest of her clansmen. Far from making her nervous, the atmosphere before the great battle had a familiar intimacy, but there were too few enemies.

There were too few enemies, the silver elf girl shook her head.

Métisa was not mistaken, and at this moment, on a small hill a thousand meters away, Pallas stood like a sword on horseback. Surrounded by knights, Grudin's most trusted retainer, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his deep-set eyes as sharp as a falcon as he patrolled the distant riverbank.

Pallas was the eldest of all Grudin's retainers, and although he had a personal relationship with Sir Minthai, the two were far apart in age, Sir Minthai was in the prime of life, but Pallas was gray. The old knight was a battle-hardened knight, and although his fame could not reach as far as Ampesel and Butch, he was a character who could stop a child among the barbarian mountain people of Tonigal.

The crossing of the Griese River is close at hand, and Pallas has been there once or twice before. He remembered that there was a flat meadow on the other side of the river, but the view he saw now made him think that he was old and dizzy—the lush forest completely obscured the ferry, and only the shallows that stretched from between the trees on the opposite bank to the mouth proved that they were in the wrong place, and this was the season when the water level of the Griss River was lowest, and even the infantry could wade through the icy waters to cross the shallows of the Griss crossing. The forest in the distance seemed to have fortified watchtowers in the canopy as evidenced by the fact that there was an extra forest here, and Pallas remembered that the last time he had been here was only two or three years ago, but the forest on the other side did not look like it could grow in two or three years.

These towering ancient trees can only be hugged by at least two or three people, and they are more than ten meters high, let alone two or three years, and they may not be able to grow like this in twenty or thirty years.

"There was a fort on the other side of the river, and the sentry said he had seen an earthen wall. This forest at least shows that rumors of druids working for the rebels are true. Pallas said with the adjutant beside him.

"Is there a way for a druid to make the woods look like this in a short period of time? Are these illusions or woods transplanted from elsewhere? Pallas saw the forest in front of him, it was clearly a primitive forest, easy to defend and difficult to attack, if the druid had such ability, it would be too incredible; Even if this forest is transplanted from other places, it is not easy to plant it in a short period of time. He hadn't seen magic before, but most of the spells cast by wizards were fleeting, powerful, but not unacceptable.

It's just that this forest is right in front of them, and the area stretches for at least ten miles, and it is really presented in front of their eyes. Neither illusion nor illusion.

The knights around him were silent, the druids were a mysterious race, and no one could say what they would do. Even in most legends, there are two theories about whether or not druids can cast spells, with one theory stating that druids are adept at domesticating animals to fight for them, and another saying that druids will become powerful animals to fight, as if they were beasts.

However, Pallas quickly called the mages who accompanied the army to explain the problem to them, and the old wizard was shocked when he heard that the forest in front of him had appeared out of thin air, and the druids could speed up plant growth, but they were definitely not so powerful.

The fact that the opposite side can create such a large forest in a short period of time means that the other side has an incredible number of druids. Either it means that the druid who plays for the other party is at least at the level of the druid master of the Sky Ring. The Druid Master was about the same as the mage leader of the Silver Alliance, and Pallas didn't believe that Brando had such a person under him, so he asked, "How many druids would it take to create such a forest in a few months?" ”

"A few months!?" The wizard screamed, almost leaving without turning around: "To create such a forest in a few months, at least thousands of people will have to cast spells together. ”

"Thousands? This is impossible, the rebels are not a few thousand people in total. A knight retorted.

"That means that there is a druid master on the right hand, or a ring composed of thirty great druids, the ring is the unit used by the druids, and the ring composed of thirty great druids is no longer inferior to a real army." The wizard replied gloomily.

"That's not right, if the other party has to be so strong, they still need to sit here and wait to die?"

"Could this forest be an illusion?" Pallas interrupted the argument and asked, using what little magic knowledge he had. The wizard had actually thought of this, but before he could speak, the lieutenant next to him shook his head.

"Our soldiers have tried, and at least all of them are true."

"Along the river for more than ten miles, just the front ones are not simple." The wizard shook his head.

"Can you attack with fire?" Someone asked.

"There are so many druids on the other side, even if they use fire attacks, they can be easily extinguished, don't forget, they are the guardians of the forest, and they are much more skilled than you in dealing with fire." Wizard tea ceremony.

"Anyway, try ...... first," Pallas quietly decided: "Let the soldiers prepare the rockets for a tentative attack." Whether it succeeds or not, camp in place and let the Grizzly Lord's knights prepare to start cutting down trees.

Let the Denel army move.

A platoon of soldiers emerged from the forest, dressed in gray-green robes, shields in hand, and swords pinned to their waists. The back three rows hold halberds, and the tips of the spears hang long gray pennants.

There are three connected knightly collars north of Toniger, Pallas's coat of arms is a hound, Raleigh's coat of arms is a grizzly bear, and Cruz's coat of arms is a silver full moon, so at this moment the banners raised by the soldiers on the opposite side are full moons.

"I thought the big forest behind me would scare them." Charles shook his head, although the druids contributed valuable magic seeds to complete the line of defense almost day and night, it was still too late after all. In fact, this forest is only a distance to the fortress, and it is a real primeval forest, and the rest is created by him alone with illusions.

The soldiers from the Cruz led the way forward, their wings followed by a large group of barbarian mountain people in ragged clothes, thick leather armor, armed with axes and round shields, and the Lou army slowly waded through the shallows and approached the Griss crossing.

"What did the lord say?" Charles raised his hand, ready to give the order.

"It's just some aristocratic shield-wielding infantry and halberd hands who don't even have even the rank of troops, just deal with them casually, can you ask me for instructions? Stupid! Metisha replied in imitation of Brando's tone.

"Tier 1? What's that? Charles's eyebrows are almost wrinkled together, his lord seems to have always liked to say strange things, he still hasn't figured out the theory of what kind of heart euup he had last time in Ridenburg, and now this, what is the 1st order class?

But at this time, he didn't have time to think so much, because the back row of Cruz's infantry had let Denel's archers come out in a row, and these professionally trained longbowmen were all the elite of Pallas's men. Armed with longbows, they drew a trench in the ground with arrows, untied the skin around their waists, and poured the liquid into the trench.

"It's oil, rockets!" The Silver Elf Princess's face changed.

A fiery dragon ignited in the forest, and the human soldiers had already raised their longbows one after another, and the longbows were driven by flaming arrows. With a call in the forest, the bowstrings trembled in unison—and the next moment, almost everyone in the forest saw a cloud of fire fly into the sky, reflecting the air in a blood-red color, and then the cloud of fire stopped at the highest point and smashed down on the head.

"Rocket!"

With a scream, the rockets whirred and slammed into the forest, but fortunately the trees were extremely dense and most of the arrows were blocked by the canopy branches, and only a few fell through the gaps into the mercenary camp.

The direct damage from the rocket was almost non-existent, but there was hardly a trace of expression on the face of Pallas, who was watching from a distance, he was waiting for the follow-up effect, and he would soon see it.

The longbowmen are raising their longbows, and the second wave of rockets is ready to be fired.

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