Planche did not understand that he could change the outcome of a war.

If he understood this, he would probably feel extremely honored.

Less than a quarter of an hour after the battle of Slofa began, the many lords and knights of Viero were the first to feel that something was wrong. In fact, it was not normal not to feel that something was wrong - when the knight named Planchet recklessly led his squire out of the lime woods and charged against an entire army of skeleton mages - of course, he himself thought they were corpse witches - the tide of battle in Slovefa was destined to slide in a direction they did not expect. Planchet's behavior was like a signal to the knights, young men, to hurry up and fight for your own credit, although no one sounded the trumpet, but it was as if the horn had sounded, and all the knights who were rushing to ambush in that area screamed and attacked after Planche.

In this way, this behavior instantly spread to the entire left flank of Vieiro's army, and before their commanders had time to react, they found that the front wing of the army was completely disjointed. Everyone couldn't help but be stunned at that moment, although in order to be able to put aside the troops from other regions vying for credit, they more or less hinted to their subordinates, indicating that they could take the initiative to attack with their acquiescence, and they did not have to wait for the predetermined moment.

But the problem is, it seems a little too early for this time. The supreme commander on Vieiro's side was only slightly stunned before he couldn't help but scold: "Who! He roared, "Whose men are that!" Everyone around him was silent for a moment, for Planchet had chosen the right time, so good that even the army of the Blood Staff had not really entered the encirclement of Viero's army.

The onrushing attack also stunned the undead.

The Dark Lords from the Sea of the Dead Moon reacted extremely quickly, and almost immediately held their ground, in their imagination. Humanity is prepared, and the skeleton army at the vanguard will definitely not be able to keep it; They simply abandoned the army and shrank backwards to prevent the ambushed human army from attacking their main force, but then the dark mercenaries, who had been in battle for too long, were surprised to find that the human knights didn't seem to notice them at all. Instead, they excitedly killed in the direction where the striker was, and their first reaction was, of course, not a large human army with a disjointed left flank to attack their striker, but the thought that this was just a decoy, if they dared to step forward to support or let the striker retreat to join the current, then the main human force hidden in the surrounding hills would appear and give them a heavy blow.

It's a logical idea, after all, no one can expect their opponent to suddenly go crazy, although sometimes the truth of the matter can be so ridiculous.

But at this time, the blood staff couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. "The other party is not the Van Mill Legion? But where did so many human armies come from? "Of course. If it only regarded the knights killed as a wing of Viero's army, then this army would be acceptable in its opinion, but the problem was that the Blood Staff and its lords had preconceived that what appeared was nothing more than the vanguard bait of the human army, and this vanguard bait was more than two thousand people, so wouldn't the human army ambushed here exceed twenty or thirty thousand? Even if the Blood Rod racked its brains, it couldn't think of where these damned Eruins had summoned so many people, if it still had brains to wring, of course.

The hesitation of the army of the undead fell on Viero's side, and it took on another meaning. The Blood Staff's army now has about a few thousand skeleton warriors on the surface, which is already one-third more than this number of skeleton archers. There is also a sizable skeleton cavalry, which are mercenaries from the Sea of the Dead Moon. That's pretty much all of its strength, plus hundreds of dreads, and a few ghosts, zombies, or other miscellaneous undead, but none of them are massive.

And now, the vanguard of this army of the undead is under attack by the Eruins. The vanguard consisted of only a few hundred skeleton warriors and dozens of skeleton wizards who were responsible for performing detection spells, plus a few teams of skeleton cavalry scouts, and this small number of men and horses contained the entire left flank of Viero's army head-on, a result that almost all Viero commanders were overwhelmed. If this is the time when the undead command the army to kill. I'm afraid that Viero's army will completely collapse from the left flank in an instant, I don't know how many people are scolding the recklessness of the knights below, although they also want to leave Brando alone to fight for this glory and credit, but they didn't expect that the knights below are more anxious than them, and the army of blood staff has not yet entered the encirclement, and those damn guys have already launched a charge in advance.

At this point, the commanders immediately experienced the same helplessness that Brando had experienced before.

However, just when they themselves thought that this time they were going to be defeated, Madara put on a very cautious attitude, and those skeletons were obviously shrinking their defenses, as if they were about to give up their vanguard. The qiē in front of them was a joy for the commanders of Viero's army, and they couldn't help but feel a little suspicious, what are these skeletons doing?

After all, these lords under the Grand Duke of Viero are not real stupid, they quickly guessed what Mardala thought, but even if they guessed, no one dared to act rashly, they could only watch the entire left wing kill the other party's forward, praying that those fools would realize the current situation and take advantage of it as soon as possible, of course, on the one hand, they also prayed for Martha's blessing, so that those damn bone frames would never see the flaws. They did not dare to send more men to help the left flank, not even to move, and Mardara's skeleton thought that they were also sending forwards, and once the other troops were exposed, then even the other side would be stupid enough to realize their arrangement, and then it would be all over.

The Supreme Commander of Grand Duke Vieiro couldn't help but sweat profusely, he never dreamed that the battle would reach this point, so he could only quickly order the noble private army ambushed in the main formation and the right flank to quickly adjust the direction, in case the left flank was defeated, at least it could be supported. On the one hand, it was also a silent prayer that Lantoniland's army would quickly keep up with them and join the battle, with nearly 10,000 troops on the Madara side, and 15,000 men on the combined side of Vieiro and Lantonilan. If Lantoni's army had joined the battle in time, the situation would never have been as dangerous as it is now.

But what made him feel bitter was that it was precisely because of the bitter fruits of the private actions of Lantonilan and Toniger's army that they were in this dilemma at this moment.

At this moment, His Excellency the Commander couldn't help but feel a feeling that he couldn't live because of his own sin.

So there was a strange balance on the battlefield, with both sides praying for a miracle, and Viero hoped that Madala would not be so quick to recognize their low-level mistakes. The Blood Scepter was anxious to find out who was ambushing him, and how many human troops were in front of him, according to the judgment of the Dark Lords, there was at least an army of more than 20,000 people in front, and if this judgment was true, the Blood Staff could only pray for a miracle to happen, and his army could escape from this hill.

It actually had a realization in its heart at this moment that the army in front of it was likely to come from Viero or Lantonilan.

But then there was a qiē on the battlefield. But it made everyone stunned.

The charge of the knights was ongoing, and the meadows on the hillside were like a light blue wave, which was moving forward.

The most glorious moment of Plancher's life was about now, when he rode on a horse, with his shield held aloft and his spear in hand, although he staggered along the way. Equestrianism is almost unsightly, but anyway. It was he who led the army to launch an assault. Thousands of troops followed him, he was like the tip of that sharp spear, and at this moment, he finally understood what the knights called glory was, this was glory, and he couldn't help but shout. It was as if the voice alone could make these 'corpse witches' in front of them disarm and surrender.

He felt that he was at this moment, and that he must have been in the sight of the great men, he was the first knight to attack, and he was about to bring Viero a glorious victory, and this time he was sure to be a great minister at the side of the Grand Duke. Of course. Pouché never dreamed that the real minister beside the Grand Duke of Viero, the supreme commander of Viero's army, would be dismantled if it was possible.

But Planchet didn't know it, he was still immersed in the romance of the knight, and he suddenly felt that the first half of his life had been in vain, and this moment was the life he really wanted.

Just for this moment, even if he dies immediately, he thinks it's worth it.

But perhaps Martha felt this desire of him, and was willing to push him in the back to let him achieve his ultimate goal in life. All in all, in the eyes of Lord Planchet, those low-fighting, fishy and fleshy corpses on the chopping board, they should not put up any resistance at all, just wait for him to kill them, these damn skeletons will be like dirt chickens and dogs, if it is a human army, they may have panicked and urinated at this time.

But unlike Planchet had imagined, the skeletons raised their staffs for the first time.

It was at that moment that he felt that he might have been deceived.

Lord Planchet had heard the bards speak of the power of wizards in the bar, and it was another dream of him to become a wizard. It wasn't until the last moments of his life that he finally witnessed the splendor of magic with his own eyes.

Actually, it's not much gorgeous.

The skeleton mage pointed at him, and Plancher barely reacted, half of his body swelled and exploded into a cloud of blood with a thud. This death is not a very happy end for the knight lord, but for others it is only the beginning of the horror, this shocking way of death immediately stunned all the squires who followed Plancher's charge, a living person exploded into a puddle of minced meat in front of you, and the flying blood mist and internal organs splashed on the people behind him, not to mention the impact of these so-called noble soldiers who were temporarily pulled up, even real professional soldiers may not be able to endure it.

So naturally, these attendants collapsed at the first time.

Their minds were in a state of confusion, and the only thought they could think of was to turn around and run! Then they collided with the knights behind them, and there was chaos in the center of the battlefield, and then the dark magic of the skeleton wizards exploded one after another in the human army, and those knights, most of them were only of the level of Plancher, although they had heard about it from various sources - the undead were no more than that. As long as they overcome their fears, they are even inferior to human soldiers. It seems that this is true, and in fact many people go to the battlefield with such a mentality, but the problem is that they quickly see the gap between the ideal and the reality, and realize that overcoming fear itself does not seem to be an easy task.

Even the knights who led the team were terrified, not to mention the squires behind. The more daring ones simply pulled the reins of their horses and went around the flanks of Madara's forwards, and the luckier of these people survived. Timid, he turned around in a hurry, and most of them collided with his own people, you must know that this battlefield has a certain slope, and the result of this kind of collision can be imagined, and a large number of knights were thrown off their horses forward. Throwing himself on the grass and then stomping on him from behind him by a colleague who was not skilled at riding, it was terrible to see.

Then there were some people who were completely stunned, and they rushed straight into the skeleton army, but the problem was that the number of these people was too small, and a few rushed into the formation and inserted them into the dense spears to show the public.

That's it.

It's only a dozen minutes. The entire left flank of Vieiro's army was completely crushed by the undead, who numbered less than a quarter of them, or rather by themselves. Of course. It's not that this is not because the private army of the nobles on Vieiro's side is really so bad, on the one hand, because of the mistake made by their commander, for fear that the knights from all over the country will drag down the private army of the Duke and concentrate them all on the left flank, of course, his original intention is because the left flank looks obviously easier to fight because of the terrain, but he never dreamed of it. These damn guys could be so undisciplined and rushed out on their own.

Just rushed out, and even collapsed inexplicably.

Of course, this is also due to the fact that most of Viero's local armies have never fought against Mardara, just as the Van Mill Legion was defeated in the First War of the Black Roses against the army of the undead. In fact, it is not a manifestation of real combat effectiveness, but the fear of human beings for the nature of the undead.

But in any case, the current result is a death sentence for the supreme commander on the side of Vieiro.

No matter how weak their left flank was originally intended, the result of the destruction of the entire left flank and exposing one side of their army to the oncoming attack had already declared the final outcome of the war.

The important minister of the Grand Duke of Vieiro stood there almost dumbfounded, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

And at this time, Madara's side, whether it was the Blood Staff or the dark lords under him, was also dumbfounded. One moment they were praying that they would be able to escape from this ambush, but the next moment what happened was like a clumsy comedy, and it was inexplicably played out in front of them. The human army, which had taken the lead and came prepared, several times the number of their vanguards, was defeated on its own.

Which play is this?

The Dark Lords under the Blood Staff looked at each other even more, they came from the brutal battlefields of the borders of the Sea of the Dead Moon, and both sides of the war were battle-hardened veterans, and few people on the battlefield would make such low-level mistakes. When they saw this scene, according to their instinctive thinking, the first thing that came to their minds was not that these humans on the other side were being funny, but that it was not a terrible trap. Imagine a trap that requires the sacrifice of one or two thousand of its own people, and the ultimate goal must be to annihilate them all.

These dark collars are mainly sweating, if they can still sweat, they must be drenched in cold sweat like Viero's supreme commander.

But of all the people, only the Blood Staff was the first to react, it had the most contact with these Eruins, and was well aware of some of the other party's temperaments, and it almost immediately realized that there was something wrong with it. Of course, it was always cautious and did not go up to rescue its vanguard in the first place, but waved its cane and passed a password to the back. At the same moment as he gave this command, more than a dozen dreadfuls screamed from the army of the undead and flew towards the Eruin positions in front of them.

If the Supreme Commander of Viero's side had one last chance before that, after seeing this terrifying flying undead with wings several meters wide, he immediately understood that this time it was really all over, and Madara would immediately find out what was going on in front of them. Imagine what it would be like for an army that has lost one of its wings, and has not been able to retract it in a short period of time, and is exposed to the main force of the opposing army?

What's more, there are skeleton cavalry on the other side, and they don't even have a chance to escape.

If there was any hope in the mind of His Excellency the Commander at this moment, it was to hope that the army of Lantonilan and the army of Toniger, commanded by the Earl, who had been left behind by them, would appear on the battlefield as soon as possible.

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