When the last rays of the setting sun fade from the mountains, night falls. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the clear night sky, the light of the silver moon Eustia shone brightly on the world, and the stars appeared in the sky, forming a magnificent ocean, and the moonlight and starlight sprinkled on the ground through the fog that had already dissipated a lot, illuminating the already pure white snow even brighter.

Looking up, the towering appearance of Trahir, the bud of the World Tree, was enough to make those who watched up close let out a low cry of amazement, the roots of the giant tree that had grown for thousands of years were now lit by flickering candles, glowing with a dim light.

In the midst of the huge hollows of the original intricate roots of the World Tree Buds, Verahill. Count Strass was staring at the unfolded map, thinking wordlessly.

The map of the Misty Forest is filled with chess pieces, which are markers representing the movements of the Astor and Wendland armies, and every quarter of an hour, scouts are rewarded with reports that move the pieces on the map, which at first glance looks like they are playing against each other.

"Wendland has not stopped for the past two days, they have continued to advance the battle line, and at the same time sent a large number of scouts to patrol the forest, probably to find our main force."

Kelvin. Viscount Wellington was also looking at the map at the other end of the table, and saw that most of the chess pieces representing Astor were gathered in the central area of the Misty Forest, that is, near Trasil, the Sprout of the World Tree, and a small number of them were scattered on both wings, while Wendran pushed the entire front in a flat posture to this side.

"Almost, the final battle should be going on tonight."

Vera Hill nodded slightly, she looked at the chess pieces representing Coach Wendran on the map, and said calmly.

Two days had passed, and under the ambush of various mines created by Shiloh, Wendland's speed had been slowed down repeatedly, about a day later than Vera Hill had expected, and thanks to this, Aster's army was ready to fight Wendlan.

"At the darkest of the night, we went on the offensive."

"Yes."

Viscount Wellington nodded, the dancing candlelight reflecting his resolute face, he suppressed the excitement in his heart for a moment, and then looked at the other side of the huge cavern, resting against the wall.

Brunette Claude. Lord Manstein was carefully wiping his saber with a silk cloth, Aster's latest standard saber did not have the special effects of those magical equipment, but it was the most durable weapon in itself.

Middle-aged man with silver-rimmed glasses, Signus. Viscount Wimble was holding his small notebook, confirming the information on it, which was the key information on the supply and armament of the entire Third Legion, and only Viscount Wimble and Verahir could grasp it all.

The man with dark blond curly hair and the young man with short emerald hair sat opposite each other. Viscount Erich and Martin. Viscount Hartman, as the right-hand man of the Third Legion, has been commanding the other two forces, working in tandem with Verahill's main army to fight against the Wendland army in the forest.

Five viscounts, one count, and a dozen barons supervising the war in the barracks, almost all the nobles in the northern part of Astre poured out, looking out from the entrance of the cave, the continuous campfire was like a dragon, there were nearly five thousand swords, and hundreds of archers, but compared to the army of tens of thousands of people in Wendland, it still seemed insufficient.

Viscount Wellington had seen the mobile armored corps that Windland was proud of, it was the charge of thousands of heavily armored cavalry, any defense was like paper paste in front of this charge, no matter how powerful the army would break up and flee in the face of this torrent of steel, that was a painful memory he did not want to recall, only when he arrived in the Misty Forest, because the complex terrain and trees in the forest made it impossible for Wendland to take advantage of this advantage, Astor was able to breathe a sigh of relief from the horror of being dominated by heavy cavalry.

"Is there going to be a war soon......

Until now, Viscount Wellington has not felt it, the war seems to have started in an instant, and it has become what it is now, he has participated in several crusades against bandits and bandits, and the actual war experience has only been accumulated after going south.

For the first few days, Viscount Wellington even slept with the roar of the Wendland cannon echoing in his ears, but this nervousness was soon replaced by a numbness, the feeling of not knowing if he would see tomorrow's morning, a different emotion from fear.

Tomorrow, to be precise, in tonight's battle, Viscount Wellington will sit in the base camp with Verahill, he is responsible for coordinating the attack of the Bow Messenger, which is the most critical part of this battle, he looks up at the World Tree Bud Trasil, on its thick branches, a little glow flickers, it is the Bow Messengers stationed in advance in position, hundreds of the best archers are scattered on this thousand-year-old tree, the faint light appears among the branches and leaves, this is a dreamlike scene.

Viscount Wellington retracted his gaze, looked at the cave again, and thought back to the arranged battle plan in his heart.

First of all, the assault team led by Lord Manstein relied on the maneuver of the light cavalry to raid Wendland's camp at midnight, and after a little harassment, they retreated to lure Wendland into pursuit.

After Wendland's vanguard enters the main battlefield, Viscount Erich will lead the troops to fight them, gradually luring them closer to the direction of the World Tree Bud, and then cutting off their back road, at the same time, leaving a small gap so that Wendland's runaway soldiers can break through and ask for help.

It was only after Wendland mistakenly thought that the vanguard had encountered the main force and attacked en masse that the war really began.

After most of the Wendland army entered the battlefield, Viscount Wellington's work began, he would guide the Bow Spirit to bombard Windland's tail, and then use the Bow Spirit Messenger's attack to induce Windland to move to the east side of the battlefield, where there is a large number of ambushed mines, from sparse to dense, at least a thousand, this land of death is believed to be a surprise to Wendland.

If the previous tactics are established, then the Wendland army will inevitably fall into a certain degree of chaos at this moment, and at this time, the main force of Astel led by Viscount Hartmann and Lord Manstein will show their edge, attacking from the front and breaking up Wendland's team.

At the same time, Viscount Wimble will also bring a part of the men and horses as a reserve army to prevent the ambush that Windland may arrange, of course, if it goes well, Viscount Wimble will also join the team to harvest the enemy, and strive to annihilate Wendland's main force in this forest.

It seemed like an ideal plan, but Viscount Wellington knew that the battlefield was full of possibilities, and he must not be careless, even if the plan was foolproof, there could still be accidents on the scene, and he tensed his nerves and could not relax for a moment.

However, when he saw Princess Eliefils sitting by the campfire not far away, the corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a soothing smile.