Before sunrise, Yao spoke about Yinque Mountain. Sure enough, judging that way, after they routed the undead scout cavalry, the undead army did not catch up. Because low-level undead and vampires will have a significant decrease in combat power throughout the day. Brando guessed that the Sea of Skeletons wouldn't be allowed to advance under the sun until they had completely wiped out the White-Maned Swordsmen.

However, as the undead occupy several cemeteries in Fort Ridten, their forces are likely to swell, and it is said that by the time Tagus arrived at Dragos in the north of the region, his strength had swelled by as many as 100,000, five times the total strength of the Golan-Elson region.

The number of refugees had grown to four or five hundred as the absorption had expanded, and the long procession, with wagons and heavy mules, stretched for half a mile through the Silver Sparrow Mountains. Some people searched for relatives who had been separated during the night in front of and behind the procession, and the refugee community suddenly seemed to be a little angry.

Miss Merchant, who had snuck out of the carriage in broad daylight, was now sitting in a flatbed carriage full of goods with her precious bag in her arms, and she was telling stories to a few hairy little imps.

She was talking about how Brando was calm and wise, when she suddenly saw a man and a woman riding horses coming up from behind in the distance, and her little face changed in fright, and she subconsciously lowered her head.

Brando slept for about three hours, the only time he had slept in the past few days, but he didn't sleep well because he was thinking about the affairs of the Mardara army, and he was quickly stunned, and after repeatedly confirming that the sneaky girl was Roman, he couldn't help laughing and shook his head:

"How did you get out?"

"I'm bored." Miss Merchant's replied with a low look.

"It's dangerous out there, Roman." Frei frowned and stared at her best friend, and said worriedly, "What are you going to do to tell me how to explain to Aunt Jenny?" ”

"There's nothing dangerous about it, I'm telling them a story." Roman's eyebrows fluttered at the mention of this.

Several imps hurriedly nodded in unison.

"We're not talking about what you're doing," Freya sighed, "Do you know how nervous you are right now?" ”

Brando looked at Roman with some amusement: "What story are you telling?" ”

"It's about Brando's enemies

Brando beckoned to her, motioning for her to come over. The merchant lady was slightly stunned, not doubting him, but when she ran to the edge of the carriage, she was grabbed by the young man, pinched her face, and rubbed it vigorously: "

Listen to Freya and watch out for your own safety, got it? ”

Roman was startled and let out a whining sound, and while he hurriedly pushed Brando away, he raised a pair of small eyebrows: "I,,Woo,,Got it,Quick,,Let go!" ”

Then she quickly retreated to the other corner of the carriage, staring at Brando in fear, patting her chest with a look of trepidation.

Brando smiled secretly, it felt really good. However, he turned around and saw Freya looking at this side with envy, but the pony-tailed girl's face immediately turned red, and she turned her head and said loudly: "Widow, widow, shame, no matter the two of you."

She dropped this sentence and ran away alone, leaving Brando there alone in a daze, inexplicably how she had provoked this eldest lady again. While he was in a daze, Mano and Leto came looking for him. They came to him for the purpose of drawing people from the refugees to form a self-defense group.

In fact, ever since the refugees entered the Silver Sparrow, the surrounding terrain had become complicated, with the hills dotted with vast expanses of coldness, and their vision had become extremely poor from the beginning, and they had to guard against not only the undead spies of Madara who might be in the mountains, but also the bears and maned wolves of the forest. What's more, the ranks of refugees are still growing, and even if Brando throws all the more than 30 riders into it, it is estimated that there will be no splash.

What's more, he also sent the riders out to reconnoiter the front fan-shaped area, which made the manpower at hand even tighter.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of men in Eruin who have participated in complete militia training and dare to stand up and fight. Brando had more than thirty black swords in his hands that had just been collected from the skeleton riders, and they were distributed one by one, and it was no problem to arm forty or fifty people.

Leto and Mano put the men on the sides and in the rear, and had them patrol back and forth, mainly to maintain order and law and order in the refugee ranks. But it was a simple thing to say, but it was a lot of trouble to do, and they had been busy for half the morning for this matter, and at the moment Leto was just here to report the results.

Mano had another purpose, and together with Charles, he sorted out the pieces of armor that he had collected from the undead scout cavalry last night and gave them to Brando.

Most of them are cracked metal rings, with only a few metal flakes. Brando picked up each of them and looked at the sunlight, then touched the inside of the ring with his fingertips. He quickly found the familiar emblem, an eye.

Brando put the fragments of armor back in Mano and replied, "It seems that behind us are the troops of the dead maggots, as in history."

He suddenly saw Mano looking at him suspiciously, and hurriedly coughed: "Dead maggot Maggot, he's a half-zombie." In Mada's "small." Among the generals, he is particularly good at concentrating numerical superiority, and he doesn't like to climb at night, "Ten, and then you can see the zombie army all over the mountains." Brando's words caused both Leto and Mano to look at each other, and they didn't know why Brando knew so much about Mardala, but it didn't look like he was talking big. Besides, there was no need for this young man to speak big, he had already won the hearts of their old mercenaries since the battle last night.

But Brando stopped and looked up at the sky. There were a few black spots in the sky in the southeast, and it was unknown whether it was a falcon in the mountains or a skeleton vulture of Madara. However, he soon stopped asking for this problem, as the standard Scout class of Madara, the Bone Vulture was also invincible, they had excellent eyesight, and the necromancer could understand every move on the battlefield through them.

In the last years of the First Age, between the year of Lin Mao in 421 and the year of the astral arts in 426, especially the Battle of the Slope Forest in Siphah, the skeleton vultures of Madara were so full of wilds that it was too late for the player to send out the Wyvern Cavalry to disperse them. It was the period when Madara was at its peak, and it almost brought the tactics of the sea of soldiers to the limit.

However, they have not failed to sum up the methods in the perennial battle, for example, in this kind of densely forested and extremely high mountainous area, the skeleton vulture is weakened by Yan zhòng, and their monotonous color is difficult to distinguish the combat environment under the complex terrain. Not to mention the four or five hundred people of Brando, even one or two thousand people who got into the deer hunting hills are like stones thrown into the sea, there is no shadow.

That's why Brandow chose to enter Silversparrow Mountain instead of following the horde of refugees into the better-walkable Pinnacle Valley. He didn't say it because he was afraid that these experienced mercenaries would have different intentions, although he preferred to believe that these people were still hot-blooded, but the heart of guarding against others was indispensable

Brando thought for a moment and continued: "Magus was fond of marching at night, but he would not be idle throughout the day. He'll use elite squadrons of ghouls and ghouls to drive the refugees, but now he'll need to defeat the Whitemane Swordsman first. Just don't know where Luc Besson should be right now

In fact, Brando's biggest fear is to be discovered by the bone dragon, he knows that Tagus should have three bone dragons in his hands, and if he is found by the bone dragon in an open area such as a river valley, it will be a disaster. But Tagus was supposed to recuperate in Riedenburg for a while. After taking possession of the cemetery there, he should hurry up and expand his power, since the biggest nail has been pulled out from the valley of the Guò Pinnacle from Ridenburg to the Dragos region, and there is no obstacle in between.

Brando said, unable to help but look in the direction of the river valley. At this time, in the eyes of Leto and Manuo, he has become a generation of young generals or rising stars, and even the eyes of him can't help but be a little different.

They are mercenaries though. But I don't necessarily have the idea of being a noble retainer in my heart. It's just that God knows that Brando is just an impostor nobleman, although he deliberately corrected Charles's name once, but when he heard the latter call him "master" in a serious manner, he had a creepy feeling, and it was better to default to the current name.

He thought about this problem for a while, and could only blame it on "factory setting, not set it well."

After the morning's work, the whole morning was peaceful, but the ranks of refugees were getting bigger and bigger. In addition to a team of refugees who had caught up from behind, there were also some refugees who had escaped from the direction of the valley and brought news from that direction, and Brando was not mistaken, Magus's squadron of ghouls and demons and the skeleton army of the three Kabais were fighting fiercely with the Whitemane Legion over there, and it was expected that the victory would be decided in the evening.

At one point, the ranks of the refugees had grown to about a thousand, and in the middle Brando told them to stop and make a meal for a while, but fortunately, most of the people who had escaped from the north of the city had plenty of time to bring some necessities because of the northwest and southwest cities that Madala had attacked first when she entered the city yesterday. Don't worry about food for the time being.

However, the young man is not unprepared, and the deer hunting forest is a natural food reserve base in his eyes. In addition to the aggressive bears and maned wolves, there are wild boars, deer, ya, and hares, and there are plenty of pine nuts to collect, as well as mushrooms and wild vegetables. As long as you have the heart, it is not good to feed one or two thousand people here, but there is no problem in ensuring food and clothing.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the riders who had been released in front of him finally brought back the first news for Brando. This news is not a word about Madara

Rather, someone wanted to see him.

Fourth, at the last moment, I finally caught up with this chapter, which should have been written in the afternoon, who knew that I would be happier to go home on New Year's Day today, eat a little more, and then have a stomachache that is only slightly better at night, and I can't overeat, two, three

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