Erchado led the light cavalry to advance rapidly in the mountains and forests. Everyone was stunned when they pointed out to the undead scout cavalry in the commander who was groping their way forward.

As if fantasy had become reality, the young man who led them did have the ability to foresee.

But only Leto and Voltaron guessed the gargoyle, but they didn't have much time to think, because Brando had already given the order to attack, and more than fifty horsemen rushed down under the command of the young man, sealing off all possible retreats of the skeleton cavalry, and it should be said that they had no way to retreat at all.

Because Brando knows how they will react.

When Brando arranged the assault route of the cavalry, his image in the minds of these mercenaries was no longer just a good general to describe, but magical. The battle began with a horizontal sword wind, four or five skeleton soldiers cut off at the waist, and then Brando took the lead in killing the undead, but anyone who dared to stop his skeleton cavalry was often shattered by a sword seven or eight meters away as soon as they entered the attack range

Then only the Commander of the Corpse Witch was left in front of him.

A sword set at the top.

Gather the troops, raid again, and the battle ended as if it had been the night before. Only one of the vigilantes was struck in the left rib, and Brando left him behind, and the Self-Defense Regiment took over, and they continued on.

Within a quarter of an hour, they had routed another group of undead scout cavalry on the other side of the hill. After two battles, because of the wounds and attrition, Brando naturally had to bandage them one by one, although he was just to open a plug-in, because his battlefield first aid took effect extremely quickly, and it was even more perverted than some hemostatic drugs.

However, his subtle actions have earned him a high reputation, although his prestige has long been in the ascendant among mercenaries before that, and even Voltaron, who has always been against him, can't help but think that Brando is the god of war.

Only the mythical god of war "Mars" has such an empty eye.

However, Brando felt a little bored, the tactical movements of the Madara cavalry in this era were so dull, far less flexible and changeable after the reform of Instalon, and in his opinion, it was a bit like the taste of the four drills back then.

However, the only consolation is that he gained a total of experience in two battles and managed to reach the mouth level.

At the same moment, when the refugees led by Freya began to abandon the carriage, the Madara side found themselves in even greater trouble. ”，

As we all know, "Dead maggot, Magus is a half-zombie, and its rotting flesh is always in constant need to be kept in order not to fall off." But it doesn't matter if the skeleton is exposed, its necromancer apprentices will replenish it regularly anyway. The rotting tendons and epidermis make the zombie stronger and tougher than the skeleton soldiers, and as a general, Magus arranges the carrion on its body more aesthetically.

However, the news from the front made it feel a little unusual, as his necromancer apprentices sent more than a dozen spirits south before nightfall, only half of them returned regularly.

Isn't it the refugee team? Or is it a trap?

Magus scratched at his mutilated scalp in confusion, and a myriad of plump white maggots scattered from his forehead, and these little things quickly burrowed into the hollows in his eye sockets and cheeks. He humbled his face.

He marked the area on the map where the missing ghosts were responsible, and along that line there was a possibility that the refugee team might be alive.

However, since the other party has the ability to counteract his ghost, it means that this may not be so simple. He had to get the treacherous wizard apprentices to send a second batch of spirits and confirm the news further. Magus could guess how long it would take, but until then he could push the zombie army in front of him to speed up even more, better than Alberton and Wessana could complete the siege.

There is a saying in Madara: no matter how clever a mouse is, it can't escape the sealed oil can

Flanked by him, Kabais, Alberton, Vesa, Diren, Rhaeus, and Gurob, this small refugee force was cunning. Eventually, there is no escape.

By the time the sun rises tomorrow morning, the area south of the Pinnacle Valley will be completely overshadowed by the black roses blooming in Blomanda, and Madara will be victorious

Magus reached out and stroked a ghoul next to him who was crouching beside him like a dog. However, the half-zombie general didn't know that when he took everything for granted, the squadron leader of the undead army directly in front of Brando was in a dilemma.

In fact, about a quarter of an hour ago, the Black Knight Sasar had confirmed that he had lost contact with his two ten-man skeletal cavalry, and he suspected that he had been targeted by an unidentified Eruin army. Therefore, it immediately sent spies to contact the Eleventh Squadron, which was not far from it, but whether Sasar sent ghosts or skeleton cavalry, there was no news in the end.

Now that the black knight has realized, the problem may be a bit big. ”

When Brando and his soldiers appeared on the top of the hill, they saw that the undead squadron below was coming to a halt and preparing to stand still, but Brando, Leto and Mano had not yet seen any clue from it, but Brando secretly frowned.

The mid-level and lower-ranking non-commissioned officers of Madara were so good that the young man wished that the commander of the opposing side had chosen to move closer to the friendly forces in the other direction, so that they could safely pass through the empty space with the refugees behind.

However, the commander of this army of the undead made the most accurate judgment at the first time.

"What are they doing?"

Voltaron points to Madara's tactics. couldn't help but ask and looked at Bu Yi again, and Zhong no longer doubted the other party's ability at all.

"Stay put. The scout cavalry we packed them up were so neat that they were given the illusion that an army three times their size was targeting them. Brando replied.

"Three? Then why don't they move closer to their allies, aren't they waiting here to be divided and surrounded? ”

"Their commander is waiting for friendly scouts."

"They're not afraid we'll cut down those scouts as well?. Mano wiped his cutlass and replied casually.

Brando glanced at him and said that the scout would cut it off if he wanted to? If they hadn't relied on a gargoyle like an "amber sword." The strongest scout class in . How could he come and go so lightly within the scout coverage of several undead armies.

"Killing the scouts is tantamount to telling them that they have an enemy in this direction, and the reason why we dealt with the previous two teams of skeleton cavalry is because Brando decided to eat this squadron as well." Leto explained from the side.

"Wouldn't we have a lot of time like that? Mano asked.

"An hour, end the battle and clean up the battlefield." Brando replied. ”

It was almost twenty minutes later when Freya led the Self-Defense Group into the arena.

When Sasar saw the coldness on the hill begin to shake, he finally saw rows of soldiers with spears walking down from the top of the mountain. He was stunned for a moment, the other party's outfit was different from any of the white-maned regiments he remembered.

He couldn't help but turn his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "What kind of army is that?" ”

The corpse witch beside him immediately bowed his head respectfully: "It seems to be a militia." ”

"Militia?"

Sasar was stunned, could the militia quietly kill his two skeleton cavalry? The black knight couldn't help but stand up on his horseback and gesture behind him.

"Change the Bow and Arrow"

"One hundred and forty feet, throw, put one"

The skeleton soldiers immediately untied their longbows from their waists and opened them with a creak. And then "Hum." With a sound of loosening of the bowstring, a cluster of black arrows flew high and swooped into the cold-shirted forest on the hillside.

The mountain wind is very strong, and the arrows are basically not accurate. However, it was a great deterrent for the militia, which had little training, and the formation of the Self-Defense Forces slowly walking down the mountain paused for a moment, and it suddenly became chaotic.

But they also had Freya, a girl with a long ponytail who rode from the left side of the line to the right, trying to motivate the mercenaries on the right and the light infantry of the Whitemane Legion to lead the militia to attack.

"Lower your body, bow your head, everyone! Remember what you learned while you were practicing! Don't stop, keep up with me, and remember, it's a fight for your family"

Freya took the lead, sword in hand, and shouted encouragement.

At least it seemed that her work was paying off, and at her instigation, the militiamen quickly gathered the courage to regroup in formation and then slowly pressed down from the hill.

Sasar frowned, and he ordered another wave of arrows to be released. After adjustments, this time the skeletal soldier's head was significantly higher, and several people in the first three rows of the militia rolled down in the rain of arrows.

However, after two projectiles, the militiamen became more composed, and after overcoming their psychological fears, the effectiveness of the projectile weapons was not as great as expected.

Sasar immediately changed it. gesture, pointing at the female knight, the third wave of arrows was clearly directed at Freya. However, the armor behind the wind on her body immediately flashed with countless spots of light. Every arrow that flew at her was bounced off and fell to the side.

Everyone was stunned by this almost bizarre scene, and then the militia cheered in unison, and couldn't help but shout Freya's name

"Elven Praetorian Guard?. Seeing this scene, the black knight almost didn't laugh angrily. Sasar wondered where this inexplicable army came from.

On the other side, Brando didn't finally nod until this moment, although he was a little clumsy on weekdays. But this scene in front of him proves that Freya is the Valkyrie in his mind after all, and she was born for the battlefield.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

The timing was just right

Then Brando pulled out the thorn of clear light, and the elven sword shone brightly in his hand. The sudden flash of light on the battlefield made most people stunned, and some people on both sides raised their heads to look this way.

"Elven Sword!" Sasar recognized the sword at a glance, and he almost screamed and subconsciously pulled out the sword in his hand.

Brando, however, raised his sword high and shouted, "Charles! ”

On the side, the young wizard Hu understood from his heart, and immediately raised the ruby in his hand and pointed at it: "Sharp, divided, blade structure." ”

A layer of white thread immediately ran along the elven sword in Brando's hand toward the tip. They flickered once and then vanished, leaving only the blade of the sword after the spell had solidified, and the thorn of the light was already extremely sharp, and it was even more indestructible at the moment.

"It's a new day, my lord, remember the maintenance costs below." Charles said with a grin as he finished casting his spell.

Brando smiled.

Then he pointed his sword downward, and his sword was pointed at the position of the Black Knight Sasar. It seems to mean that the next battle is imminent.

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