Act 224 beats them

In remote areas such as Tonigel and Yusong, most of the residents do not actually live near the city, and even in Vaojend, the more prosperous the area, the higher the urbanization rate. Probably because of commerce and trade, the city was inhabited by a large number of craftsmen, monks, entertainers, and municipal officials and their relatives, as well as those who depended on them.

But in Tonigel, it's the other way around. There were many scattered settlements in the wilderness, farmsteads were scattered on the edge of the forest, and hunters' huts were found in the hills, as the centaurs had discovered, and the family lived in the house, and they were afraid that it was Denel's scouts, so they brought them with them.

The leaves of the trees rattled softly, and the centaur warriors were tall and strong, with maroon muscles and purple and white war streaks on their cheeks and shoulders, and they carried shivering men and women, and their children, their ragged clothes and greasy black hair, like fugitives.

Brando glanced down the hill, the forest was pitch black, and flags of different colors interlaced in it, but the shouts of killing were silent for a moment, and the whole battlefield came to a standstill because of their sudden appearance. He noticed that the nearest Greuss were secretly adjusting their formation, and gray-green aristocratic privates loomed in the forest.

But he didn't care, and turned around: "They're not scouts, they're just fugitives." ”

"My lord, we ......" horror flashed in the man's eyes. The fugitives were caught by the nobles, most of them were beheaded, and there were many headless corpses along the road from 'Dowling' to 'Somer', most of them fugitives, and a small number of robbers.

"Who are you?" the child asked aloud, breaking free from between his mother's pale hands.

……

The sudden appearance of the army on the flank made Pallas feel like a man's back, but he breathed a sigh of relief to hear that there were only a few hundred people on the other side, and his index finger tapped the smooth hilt of his sword, and he turned back and asked, "Is there a response from the scouts?" ”

"Nope."

Pallas nodded.

Hundreds of people dared to show up, and the old knight heard the knights around him discussing in a relaxed tone. The soldiers seemed to be laughing at the enemy's inadequacy, and although the arrogant army was bound to lose, no general would dislike a confident army. He was very satisfied with the morale of his subordinates, and the enemy's reinforcements seemed to be a laughing stock for a while.

"Those 'reinforcements' are standing still"

"Haha, I'm probably thinking about whether to retreat or run away."

"Coward, if you catch us off guard when you just appear, you may be able to surprise us and waste the opportunity."

"If they can go around our flanks, they can do it."

"That's the incompetence of the Grusks."

Pallas couldn't help but shake his head again, how could there be any consideration for the enemy? The lads under his command were too unsightly, and he took a breath and replied, "If you don't respond, you are the enemy, and it is enough for the Gregs to stop them." ”

Military Heart is available.

"Let's go, then." The old knight pulled the mask off and got up from the rock. There were already attendants who brought his war horses, and the knights were already ready to go.

The slightest change on the battlefield doesn't change his decision, and Pallas, though cautious, has the determination to be a general. He nodded to the squire, and the metal rings rattled as they rubbed. The squire in leather armor picked up the horn hanging from his waist, blew his cheeks, and a clear battle horn pierced through the forest.

Then countless soldiers came out of the forest, wearing red and blue robes, iron helmets, long swords at their waists, and vulture shields in one hand.

The squads of soldiers converged into a torrent that seemed to fill all the gaps between the trees, and appeared all over the mountains. The aristocratic private army was lined up in several huge phalanxes, like a stream of water slowly flowing through the position, scattered arrows thrown into them, and even if one person fell occasionally, the soldiers behind would immediately fill the empty space. The enemies in front of you seem to be endless, and people feel a sense of powerlessness.

The army is approaching.

The mercenaries who were still resisting in the forest couldn't help but put down their bows, and the momentum of an army of tens of thousands of people was enough to make the earth tremble when they appeared at the same time.

Everyone swallowed.

Dressed in silver armor, Medisa sat on her unicorn. Her visor had been closed, revealing only her eyes, small nose, and mouth, and the elven princess pursed her lips, clutching her long shuttle, and watched the scene in front of her without saying a word.

Behind her were Juta, Fern, and nearly a thousand cavemen, hunched over their waists, shrouded in dark, thorny metal armor, armed with giant spears like war monsters.

But such an army did not stand in the way of Jean Denel's army.

Métisha watched in silence.

Yuta didn't understand this: "Don't we go up?" ”

"That's not our enemy, Juta, I never said our target wasn't Madara." Medisa replied as she looked at the mountains in the distance.

"This ...... But they can't stop it," the female mercenary leader looked at the approaching army a little nervously.

"Your lordship has his own arrangements." Medisa glanced back at her and smiled slightly, with unquestioning trust in her calm eyes: "You're too nervous." ”

"The lord doesn't have many people on his hands." Jutta looked at Métisha strangely.

"That's enough." "I am the commander of this reserve team, and I must first obey the tactical arrangement, and the lord says that he can do it, and all I have to do is trust his judgment," said Medisia. And our goal is Madara,"

"I think I'm crazy." Juta shook her head and muttered.

Metissa smiled, "Thank you for coming with me, Yuta." ”

"You're just a little girl." Juta sighed and thought of her sister. She touched her saber and suddenly felt a little cold in her hand.

……

Brando looked at the skinny boy. The mother ran over and protected her child with some horror, raised her head, and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Lord Lord, the enemy has moved." Someone among the mercenaries said at this time.

Brando nodded, and he turned back: "I am your rightful lord, whether you are a fugitive or my lord, as long as you live in Toniger, I will protect you." Just keep this in mind and that's enough. ”

After saying that, he pulled the reins of the horse and was about to leave, but to everyone's surprise, the child retorted loudly: "Liar, you are all bad people"

"Huh?" Brando was stunned and couldn't help but stop.

"Dad said that if you weren't here, there wouldn't be a war."

"Lord Lord......" The man pulled his son over, looking uneasy: "He...... He ......"

Brando shook his head, and he looked back at all the people he had brought out of the Black Forest. Everyone looked at him, the Dryads, the Centaurs, the Druids, and the human mercenaries. Brando nodded to them, then turned over and dismounted, drawing his sword in full view of everyone.

The poor woman let out a frightened scream, but Brando walked up to her, held her bony hand, shook her head gently, and soothed, "It doesn't matter, don't worry. ”

Both the woman and the man looked at him nervously, he turned his head and patted the little boy on the face again: "You are a little man, I ask you a question." ”

The little boy glared at him.

"What would you do if someone were to take your mom and dad away from you one day?"

"If they dare, I'll beat them," replied the boy.

"Well said." Brando approvingly, "Then I ask you, little man, if one day someone were to take you from me, and take away the country, what do you think I would do?" ”

The little boy looked at him puzzled.

"I'll beat them too." Brando smiled. He got up and struck his horse with his sword in his hand - in the forest, let the Denel army surge, but the two armies were always far away, and the situation in Tonigel, and indeed in the whole of Eruin, which had been turbulent for months, seemed to converge at this moment into this final confrontation, who could change the fate of the kingdom - Brando looked ahead, but turned his head: "So you all heard?" ”

"Beat them up," the mercenaries promised.

"Beat them up" The centaurs are enthusiastic, this is the life they are pursuing, chasing the battles that have been given glory until the last drop of blood is shed. War itself may be meaningless, but the most precious things that protect faith and hope will always be worthy of respect.

The Dryads placed their bows on their chests and sang in unison the war songs that had been widely used between humans and elves in their early years.

The eagle spreads its feathers, the bow and crossbow are raised, the light defeats the darkness, and hope guards the faith.

It was an ancient song that had been passed down from the days before the War of the Sages, when the intelligent beings of the earth were able to unite against the dark dragons and make a sacred and solemn oath. But in the blink of an eye, who remembers this qiē?

Brando and Queenier looked at each other and smiled.

"How to fight." The Dryad leader asked.

"Go and stop Jean Denel's army," replied Brando, lightly, "since Pallas wants the Grucs to stop me, I will go and show him his left flank, these nobles always like to look down on people, and I hope they will remember this lesson from now on." ”

"You're alone?" Queenier looked at him in surprise.

"Am I alone?" Brando smiled and shook his head, he turned his head and put his index finger and thumb to his lips and let out a long whistle. The whistle sounded far and wide through the dark taiga, for everyone on either side to hear.

There was a sudden silence in the forest.

Suddenly, a wolf howl was heard in the distance. Then, a moment later, one after another howls resounded through the forest, and the distant howl of the wolf seemed to be approaching this way at some alarming speed, and in only a moment, the howl was clearly in the ears.

The earth began to tremble like a thousand horses galloping.

Pallas's reins stopped at once, and the old knight's face changed slightly under the iron mask, and all the knights around him stopped at the same time, and turned back in the direction of the wolf howl.

Wolves, and not even ordinary wolves.

The inhabitants who live on the edge of the Black Forest certainly know best what the howl is coming from. The "black wolves" were the first to stir up the chaos among the mountain people, these people who have lived in the wilderness for generations, and there are countless legends about these terrifying creatures in mythology.

There was only one thing they could think of at the moment.

Wolf tide.

"The wolf tide is coming"

The old knight's face turned pale all at once.

And Quinil looked at Brando, who stood on horseback like a knife, standing alone among the galloping wolves, as if he saw a mythical wolf shepherd. Brando turned to him and smiled slightly, "Is that enough?" ”

Quinil didn't speak, just raised his bow to him with one hand and made a tree spirit strike.

In an instant, countless flying horses rose from the forest.

……

(PS: The cold is slightly better, but I'll have to go out to get some medicine later, so I'll be here here today.) Tomorrow Brando will start killing people, you know, maybe I'll give a small outburst.

In addition, in the book review area, what is 'I'll fit into the boobs' or something, you guys are self-respecting, do you dare to be more obscene? What Brando felt was indeed an artifact reaction, and the Lionheart was indeed a fantasy-level weapon, so guess for yourself what the reason was.

Also,Shadow Mom, you secretly said bad things about me in the book review area, and I found out.,Nightcane or something.,It's a bug in itself...... ）