Act 228 Wind Shooter (Part I)

"Let Denel lose?" The parchment in Overwell's hand slipped quietly, and he grabbed it with his hand before he regained his grip. He looked up, a look of surprise.

Princess Griffyne, who was on the side, listened to the news quietly.

The result of a big battle in the south did not come out at the first time, which made the Denel army rout and made Siye lose his voice for a while. The losses of the coalition army were not large, most of the personnel fled with the frightened mountain people, the army led by the grizzly bear was even more unscathed, and the real losses were only a few thousand noble soldiers of Grus and Pallas, but the death of Pallas, Weid, and Sir Gruse made the entire southern border whisper.

A battle killed countless nobles, large and small, two lords, one of whom was a retainer of Count Jean Denel's confidant. As a result, the forces of Tonygel and the northern region were empty, so that Denel could not organize an army to conquer the fir territory in a short period of time, even if he had the heart.

Unless he leads the army himself, but that is not possible. Which lord has no enemies, so that Count Denel must always guard against his enemies taking advantage of the situation, especially at this time, everyone thinks that his tiger has no teeth, and even the interior is beginning to move.

Therefore, although Denel hated Brando and gritted his teeth, he had to solve his own problems before he could pull out. And when he had time to pull out his hand, Brando felt that he didn't have to be afraid of this guy at all. His original purpose, this moment can be said to be at least half accomplished.

By the end of the month of the Winter Lyre, when the flowers bloomed in February and the earth began to thaw, Eruin was everywhere discussing the great battle. But Tonigel is the only one who seems deserted, and the other side involved in the war rarely talks about it.

The fir lords also paid a heavy price in the war, especially the mercenaries who were dragging down Jean Denel's army, which was reduced by more than half. Some veterans of the November War, who did not bow down to the horror of the war, are buried on the banks of the Gris, and their graves are now quiet as a poem in a pine forest.

But the shadow of the war was soon washed away by the green wheat seedlings that had been pumped out of the fields after the snow had melted, and after a winter had passed, Vajnd had regained its vigor and vigor, and it was only then that people realized in disbelief that they had won.

"I didn't even have time to go to battle before I won like this," said Karglis, sitting on a bench with his hands behind his head, watching as the dwarven Oldum and the master smith of the Eruin royal family, Berruux, circled around a pile of broken copper—at least in his opinion, it was a raged sword.

The most direct gain of this battle was the heavy weight and armor weapons abandoned by a large number of aristocratic armies, which were the most scarce in the fir realm, and Beru estimated that after returning to the furnace and rebuilding, he could at least fully arm an army of three or four thousand men. This reminded Brando, who remembered that there was still a mess in his dimensional cave, all of which had been collected from the ruins in the Ring of the Trade Winds, so he simply poured it out in one go, and as a result, he almost didn't blow up the blacksmith's shop at the master smith.

Of course, Beru was furious, and drove him and Karglis out of the house, because the training of the first non-commissioned officer of the White Lion Legion had also come to an end for the time being, and the idle boy had now almost taken the place of Akane's captain of the guard, and had been following him all day with his ass.

But a moment later, the kingdom's master smith came out again, grabbed Brando's hand with bright eyes, and asked, "Lord Lord, where did you get those weapons?" You didn't go to loot some of the Empire's warehouses, did you? ”

Brando shook off his hand angrily: "Do you think that the material warehouses of the empire are all public toilets, you can enter if you want, and you can go out if you want?" Besides, even if it's a public toilet, you still have to pay to enter and exit. ”

"Isn't that because you're the lord, people outside say that there is nothing that the lord wants to do, you see, now the people in other lords call you 'Brando', who created the miracle of zào," the old man said with a smile, "But then again, what is a public toilet?" ”

Brando frowned, wondering who had given him such a vulgar title. Brando, who created the miracle of zào, was similar to the protagonist of those third-rate knight novels circulating on the market, and he originally thought that he would at least have the title of "wolf herder" or something.

You must know that the title is still quite important for a person's fame, such as 'Sir Wolf' Overwell, 'Cross Hand' Buga, others will know more or less related to the person's character and ability when they hear it, but if a normal person is called 'dead maggot', 'rotten toe' or something, Brando thinks it is better to just find a pillar and kill him.

But he thought it was a vulgar title, but Caglis's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he couldn't help but complain again: "Really, I knew that I would come out with the lord, maybe I also have a title." ”

"What title?"

"For example, the lord is called 'Brando who created the miracle of zào', of course I don't dare to compare with the lord, so I will call it 'Karglis who followed Brando's miracle'." The young man thought for a moment and said seriously.

Brando stumbled and almost fell to his knees, and he immediately looked at this noble descendant of Eruin and the second son of Sir Mintai with a look of disdain, and couldn't help but worry about the future of the kingdom for a moment, and said in his heart what a distorted aesthetic this is.

For the sake of his future captain of the guard and the White Lion Legion, he decided to correct the other party's aesthetic attitude: "It's just a small fight, there will be a chance to fight in the future, I just hope you don't complain too tired when the time comes." ”

"Really?"

"Of course," replied Brando, "our enemies are not only our own people, but also Madara. Madara didn't even use their regular legions in this war, do you know why? ”

"Madara didn't use the regular army?" Berroux was fine, because he hadn't experienced the first War of the Black Roses in the dungeon, but Calglis had more or less heard of this war, and the young man's eyes couldn't help but widen.

"Madara invaded Eruin because of internal quarrels, uneven distribution of interests, the ascension of the new emperor, turmoil in the government and the opposition, and expansion to the outside in order to divert internal contradictions. In fact, the real war was only a legitimate plunder, and it was only the nobles of those places who heard the news. Brando replied earnestly, "It's just that this expansion is the outward manifestation of the ten years of internal change in Madara—the black knight of Madara, Starong, who is supported by the Tagus family because of his talent, entered Eruin in search of capital to the forefront, and before that he was only a young man in the land, who had just inherited the territory. ”

"There are many, many such young men in Madara, and Instaron is not the only one." This was the first time that Brando had seriously confessed Madara's threat to his subordinates, and in fact, he knew he was not alarmist.

Both Beru and Karglis gasped: "The real Madara, how strong is it?" ”

"The main force of Madara's regular army is the Black Knight, the Dark Crusader, the Vampire and the High Corpse Witch, especially the Black Knight and the Dark Crusader, the grassroots roles in the regular army sequence of Madara, their strength is at least above the middle of the silver stream, generally I call it a third-order class." Brando replied: "And the high-level combat power, there are bone dragons, vengeful banshees, and blood lords, if Eruin relied on the temple guards when he founded the country, the earliest White Lion Guards and the Iron Horse Knights founded by the ancestor Ek may still have the strength to fight, now ......"

Brando didn't say anything, in fact, the current Madara is not the most powerful force in the world. Whether it's the Cruz Empire, St. Osor, or the artisan wizards of Buga, they are all much stronger than this nascent dark empire.

At least Buga's gargoyle and gem dragon raid tactics have been rampant on the battlefield - the sky of Buga is the sky of the world - such domineering words can only be said by artisan wizards.

"It's a pity that the training method of the Iron Horse Knight has long been lost." Master Bailu sighed: "Even the training method of the White Lion Infantry has been lost a lot compared to the early years, and the combat effectiveness of the trained White Lion Infantry is not as good as before. ”

Brando nodded, of course he knew that the White Lion infantry was an army that followed the ancestor Ek in all directions, and now it has been reduced to Cheng Dù, who wants to compete with the personal guards trained by Denel, and it can't help but say that it is not providence. Eru was punished for violating the path of his predecessor, Ek.

The Templar Guard, on the other hand, is a product of the Silver Elf's pact with Eruin, of which Metisa is a part, but this pact is long gone. Even the Eruin distorted the Holy Covenant, which drew the wrath of Martha.

However, the intricate relationship between Eruin and the silver elves and wind elves has made this kingdom survive to this day, but it is only the invasion of Madara that the world can see the weakness of Eruin, so after this battle, the kingdom gradually declined.

But that's history.

Brando patted the two of them on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, we can take our time, the kingdom is not hopeless." The training method of the White Lion Infantry was lost during the war between the Korkova Dynasty and the West Phach Dynasty (*), and legend has it that the descendants of the West Phach royal family divided the training method into three and brought the training method into the mausoleum complex around Mendro, which we can look for when we have time. ”

(Year of Summer, Crescent War)

The blacksmith Beru only thought that Brando was comforting him, but he didn't know that what Brando said was true, the remnants of the royal family of West Fah divided the training method of the White Lion infantry into three and handed them over to the three princes and princesses at that time, one of which was recovered, and the other Brando had definite information that it fell in Menstrom's mausoleum complex, and as for the last one, it was really missing.

The complete legend of the White Lion Infantry is a fourth-order class, but if you collect two copies, you will have at least third-order strength. Brando's training method for the Iron Horse Knight can also figure it out, this is the advantage of crossing, in fact, now that he has his hands free, the next step is to start preparing for these things.

But first, he brought Beru back to his senses and asked, "Master, the armor of those Red Banner Cavalry is quite good, can you find a way to improve it?" ”

"Improvements?" The old man was puzzled: "Although the defense of that set of armor is high, it is not suitable for heavy infantry. In particular, only strengthening the defense of arrows is somewhat contrary to the concept of the White Lion Infantry. ”

"No, I'm going to ask you to help me remodel it so that the archers can wear it." Brando shook his head.

"Archers?" Berlu's eyes widened, he hadn't heard of anyone who had the luxury of wearing magic armor even for archers. It's not that archers aren't precious, but the positions of archers are too rowed, and it's a bit too wasteful to use magic armor on them: "Isn't this too extravagant?" ”

"Not at all, what if they wear it?" Brando turned the old man's head and pointed to a few tall tree elf girls who were shopping in the 'human world' not far away, carrying longbows, and looking around curiously.

"Then ......" Master Berlu couldn't say anything against this time.

Everyone knows that elven shooters are all marksmen. However, he couldn't imagine what a shooter in magical armor was.

Because in theory, archers are about agility.

……