Act 219: Battle of the Riverbank (3)

As soon as the rocket touched the trees, it burst into flames, and the water in the trees evaporated into billowing smoke, and the Gruss and mountain warriors in gray and green uniforms waited for an opportunity to take cover, and they were about to wade through the shallows into the forest. The attack was so smooth that even Pallas, who was supervising the battlefield from afar, couldn't help but raise his brows slightly.

But it was at this time that a muffled thunder was heard in the forest in the distance, and a large dark cloud converged above the canopy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then accompanied by a golden lightning, and a sudden heavy rain poured down, almost instantly pouring out the fire that had just been ignited.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the thunderstorm continued forward, and several bolts of lightning fell on the beachhead at the edge of the forest, and exploded right among the Georgian infantry and mountain warriors gathered there. The golden thunderballs opened several large craters in the ground, and the stones that were blown up and flew like hail fell on the heads of the people around them, and for a time they screamed in a mess.

The morale of the Grusk infantry collapsed in an instant, and regardless of whether there were archers behind them, they ran with their heads lost, ten times faster than when they came. These noble soldiers themselves did not have the will to fight, and although the mountain warriors who accompanied them were fierce, it was a pity that this war was meaningless to them, and as soon as the Georgian infantry retreated, they naturally followed the lost head and left. However, compared to the Georgian infantry, which had already been frightened and scattered, the mountain people even retreated, but also gathered together in an orderly manner.

Seeing this scene, the two knight lords who accompanied Pallas in the distance looked back at the real commander of the Denel army this time, and they were taken aback by the fighting qualities of the mountain people, and then thought of Pallas, who had led the army to victory in the war against these mountain people and forced them to surrender all year round, and the two of them fell silent. Of course, they were not willing to be subservient to Pallas, but looking at the expressions of their own troops, they could only remain silent.

By this time the dark clouds had passed over the heads of the Gruscan infantry and came to the array of archers on the other side of the riverbank. A premonition of impending catastrophe immediately spread in the heart of Sir Wiggins, the commander of the archer queue, at this moment, "Retreat! Hurry back! He immediately screamed, but he was still a step too slow, and he saw a golden power grid fall from the sky, and in an instant, it exploded among the three lines of archers, and almost in the blink of an eye, two more than two small teams of noble archers who had been cultivated for a long time were directly wiped out.

Sir Wiggins himself was struck by lightning, but his life was saved by the electric cage effect with his armor all over his body, but the lieutenant next to him was not so lucky, and he was directly beaten to charcoal. The disgraced Wiggins got up from the ground, and couldn't help but feel sad, a whole squadron of archers was wiped out in one blow, although the real loss was only two or three out of ten, but the rest of the people were already scared stupid, and they didn't even want to fight again in a short time.

Not to mention that at this time, the dark clouds of thunder and lightning overhead were still surging, and a second round of lightning was about to fall. The archers immediately disintegrated completely like the infantry in front of them, screaming and turning and running, ordinary people had no ability to resist in the face of such a powerful force of nature, and the well-informed and experienced knights under Pallas might have been slightly better, but they would never be these noble soldiers.

But at this time, a large number of chanting voices suddenly came from the forest, and the subdued spell seemed to gather an invisible force in the air, and even the air pressure decreased by a few points for a while. The dark clouds in mid-air suddenly paused, and then dissipated piece by piece, and in the blink of an eye, the clouds were cleared and disappeared into invisibility.

There was silence in the forest, and then immediately there was a cheer on the north bank of the Gris.

"It's disenchanting, at least three chant points." On Brando's side, a druid covered in turf listened intently and turned to speak.

"No, it's four." Charles shook his head.

"Four?" The others did not dare to argue, there was no Grand Druid among the first druids sent to the fir realm, and the Charles could be said to be the first person to cast spells here. And high-level spellcasters are already rare and rare, and it is said that there are two gold-level wizards around Denel, but this time there may not be one with the army.

"If there are four wizards here, it's impossible to say that there are only four. It's a pity that I don't know how many, but the intelligence says that Pallas's mage group may span thirty people, including silver-level spellcasters, so it seems that it is very likely. Crenshia replied.

He was the nominal commander of the mercenaries here, and the more reliable Fern was assigned to assist in commanding the army of the eight hundred Xuédwellers. In addition, Brando also ordered the 'Red Bronze Dragon' Leto and others to replace Yuta's mercenary group in the silver mine, because Count Jean Denel should not know that the silver mine had fallen, so Brando hoped that Leto could bring him some unexpected surprises there, which was a dangerous task, and Leto and the others, as veterans of the November War, were obviously more qualified for this task than the mercenaries under Yuta.

As for Juta, he has been transferred back to the front line of the army that rivals Jean Denel. She was also very satisfied with this placement, and the beautiful red-haired and blue-eyed mercenary leader was standing beside Medisa at the moment and questioned: "How can there be so many mages in one Pallas?" Even Pallas was on the front lines of the war all year round. ”

"Don't forget that there are also the Gruster Lords and Grizzly Bears, but I want Count Denel to also draw some people from his own mage corps, otherwise there will be no silver-level wizards." Crenthia replied.

"Thirty people, speaking of the mage group that spans thirty people, Eruin hasn't had it since the November War, so Count Denel really did his best to deter 'Xiaoxiao'!" Ulliel, the captain of the patrol cavalry who had followed Brando since Ridenburg, couldn't help but sneer, as a half-nobleman, he was well aware of the large and small wars that Eruin had produced in the past.

Ulliel's words made everyone present smile, the spellcasters on their side alone were more than a hundred, not to mention that the mage of the young lord in front of him was a real gold-level wizard.

Speaking of which, the young lord's army was not very large, but the quality was unbelievably high - ordinary soldiers were either battle-hardened mercenaries or veterans of the November War, or at least the Eruin legionnaires who had fought against Madara. Very few of these people are below the strength of the black iron, and even a considerable number of them are above the middle of the black iron - in addition to this, there is also an army composed of the Xuéju people, and the individual strength of this army is at least in the upper reaches of the black iron, and the peak of the black iron is not a few.

The combined strength of the two armies was close to 3,000 men, and the proportion of mages accounted for more than a tenth of this army, which was extremely rare in the entire history of Eruin's warfare, and it was simply unthinkable. If these news spread, it is estimated that the outside world will be in an uproar, and the strength of this new lord of Tonigel will not be reassessed. But Brando deliberately suppressed the news, because he knew that sometimes a surprise was more impressive than an established fact.

This time, the young man wanted to make the whole of Eruin remember his name and who was the rightful lord of Tonigel.

Ulliel's words made the shadow that shrouded everyone's hearts dissipate a lot, just like the forest made Denel's army less terrible and evil. However, Charles still had to vaccinate them, and he waved his hand: "That being said, the other party is still much better than us in absolute strength, so that the Denel side is known as the leader of the three knight lords, an army of 20,000 people, and the mountain people have almost 10,000 people, that is, the army hidden in the forest in front of us-"

Char sternly pointed ahead, north of the Griese River: "Probably thirty times more than us." ”

The crowd was solemn again, as they had known for a long time.

"In addition, the three knights have elite knights, adding up to at least hundreds, and maybe even more. These knights have at least the strength of the Silver Rank, and we just lack such a force. The Xué people can fight them, but the lord made it very clear that as long as Madara is not present on the battlefield, the Xué people will not be able to show up. Therefore, in terms of the combat effectiveness of the silver rank, the opposite side is also comprehensively superior. ”

"In addition, in addition to Pallas, the other party's Grizzly Bear Lord, Knight Lord and Grussian Knight are all golden combat power under Jean Denel, and it is difficult to ensure that the other party has no hidden killer weapon - take 10,000 steps back and say that even if there are only two golden ranks, against me and Metisa, it can only be said to be a draw, if there is a third, we are still at a disadvantage."

"So what do we do?" As soon as Charles said this, Marlens couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

"It's okay, just do what the lord says." Charles glanced at everyone present.

"Your Lord's words?"

Brando had said that they should be here to delay the crossing of the river by Denell's army as much as possible, but at that time, Denell's army was not as terrifying as it is now. That's a full three knight lords, plus an army of nearly 30,000 mountain people, not to mention the undead of Madara on the sidelines.

Brando had promised them victory, but was that the result and could they still win?

Although most of the young man's followers had an almost blind trust in Brando's words, the victory promised by the young lord had hardly been in vain, and as long as he moved forward, the object of his sword would surely lead to victory. The young lord was like the most legendary hero of antiquity, and when he proudly proclaimed that he would take Gerly, then victory was in his pocket.

But at this moment, everyone present couldn't help but be a little silent.

They are battle-hardened warriors who can talk and laugh in the most dangerous circumstances, but this does not mean that they have fewer tendons, and in their original self-confidence, the only possibility of victory is to drag the Denel army to the maximum extent until the Denel army runs out of food and retreats. But that would have to be a terrible price for both sides.

As a warrior, this was not unacceptable, as they had sworn allegiance to the young lord, and everyone was ready to shed blood.

But the promise given to them by Brando seemed to be a complete defeat of Jean Denell's army from the front.

How is this possible?

The druids took it for granted that the charr were just trying to boost morale. Yuta and Clensia, who had seen Brando's magic on the side, had a headache, and the two couldn't figure out what Brando would rely on to achieve this victory.

But in the face of these various stares, Charles and Medisa just looked at each other and smiled. Simply because the upheaval in the Ring of the Trade Winds will soon spread throughout Eruin, and indeed throughout Vaughan.

All the city remembers this battle.

The young mage looked up, his gaze falling on the dark forest north of the Gris, but alas, at this moment, Pallas did not feel the gaze that passed through the distance. The old knight lord was counting the casualties, the Gruss had not actually lost much, and the infantry charging in front had only dropped more than a dozen corpses, but it made him feel a little heartache before a whole squadron of archers withdrew from the battle before he even saw the face of the enemy.

Although there are more than 20,000 troops he has assembled this time, there are not many professional soldiers, such as this kind of noble archers, there are only more than 1,000 in a half-column, and a large part of them are the count's soldiers brought from Jean Denel, and if the losses are too much, he will not be able to make a good deal.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "That kind of thunder and lightning just now is the druid's supernatural power?" Can a druid of the Black Iron Order perform such terrifying magical powers? ”

The mage beside him nodded: "That's a thunder summoning technique, but one or two druids don't have such a terrifying momentum, and the magic power just now is at least ten or more people can use it together." And after using the strength of the Black Iron Rank, you have to rest for at least one day. But if it's a druid master, that's another story......"

The old knight interrupted the wizard, but he still firmly believed that there could be no Druid master in the rebel army: "In other words, the other party can't actually refrain from continuously exerting that kind of magical power, right?" ”

"My lord, even if you do it continuously, you don't have to be afraid, compared to the ten people who need to perform that magic power together, but we only need two or three people to disarm the magic. And that magic power is very expensive for the black iron level, but the cost of disarming the magic is only average for us, and the magic is actually much more useful for defense than for offense, if I were the other party, I'm afraid I wouldn't use that kind of magic power again, and they should just be used to deter before. The wizard replied respectfully, bowing his head.

Pallas nodded, as long as it wasn't that kind of large-scale supernatural power, he didn't need to worry too much. The difference in military strength between the two sides was too great, and he didn't need any superfluous strategies at all, not to mention that the cost of 20,000 troops was too great, and Pallas didn't want to waste time, so he planned to end the war with a straightforward formula from the beginning.

As long as you cross the Gris, then it will be a matter of a few days to take the fir cold.

To end the war within a week, but within the scale of his acceptance.

"Rebel, Eruin...... Pallas swirled these two words in his head, but the last of his thoughts turned into a confident and indifferent smile on his face. As a general who has accepted numerous victories, he simply has not the slightest reason to believe that he will lose with absolute superiority.

The old knight smiled faintly, a smile that represented pity for the enemy and a sigh for the kingdom, for a hundred years ago he had never heard of a rebellion in Eruin that would be so great. His lord, Count Jean Denel, showed his strength, but it did not change the fact that the kingdom was becoming decrepit and crumbling.

Not to mention a hundred years ago, even fifty years ago, even the most remote places would not have threatened the lives of nobles.

Pallas sighed and read, "Brando, Brando, let me, the old fellow, stand the last guard for this kingdom......"

He threw his dagger into the center of the map on the table, right in the middle of Fir City, and victory seemed to be within reach.

The battle-hardened knight, a retainer of Grudin, no longer hesitated, and let Denel's army camp in the evening of the same day, preparing for a final general attack after a night's rest, and taking the enemy's defenses in one fell swoop. Pallas was not afraid that the 'rebels' would come and attack at night, and in his experience he would not have made such a rudimentary mistake, and if the enemy was really that stupid, he would not mind ending the war sooner.

Unfortunately, the leader on the opposite side was as shrewd as he expected - there was no word for the night, and the next morning, the real offensive began.

It was just dawn, and Charles and Médisa saw countless soldiers in the forest on the opposite bank from the watchtower, "They are cutting wood and building bridges, and we are sure that we are not manpowered." Charles looked back.

Medisa nodded.

The test began.

The same sentence flashed through both of their hearts.

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