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Act 219: Battle of the Riverbank (3)

As soon as the rocket touched the trees, the water in the trees evaporated and immediately formed billowing smoke, and the Grez infantry and mountain warriors in gray and green uniforms took the opportunity to take cover, and they were about to wade through the shallows into the forest here. The attack was so smooth that even Pallas, who was supervising the battlefield from afar, couldn't help but raise his brow slightly.

But it was at this time that there was a muffled thunder in the forest in the distance, and a large dark cloud converged on the canopy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then accompanied by a golden lightning, and a sudden heavy rain poured down, almost instantly pouring out the fire that had just started in Aishang's novel network.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the thunderstorm continued to stretch forward, and several lightning bolts fell on the beachhead at the edge of the forest, and exploded right among the Georgian infantry and mountain warriors gathered there. Jin Sè's thunderball opened several large craters in the ground, and the stones that were blown up and flew like hail fell on the heads of the people around him, and for a moment he screamed in a row.

The morale of the Georgian infantry collapsed instantly, and regardless of whether there were archers behind them, they turned around and ran, ten times faster than when they came. These noble soldiers themselves did not have the will to fight, and although the mountain warriors who accompanied them were fierce, it was a pity that this war was meaningless for them, and as soon as the Georgian infantry retreated, they naturally turned around and left. However, compared to the Georgian infantry, which had already been frightened and scattered, the mountain people gathered together in an orderly manner even if they retreated.

The two knight lords who accompanied Pallas in the distance saw this scene, and they both looked back at the real commander of the Denel army this time, and they were taken aback by the fighting qualities of the mountain people, and then thought of Pallas, who had led the army to victory in the war against these mountain people for many years and forced them to submit, and the two fell silent. Of course, they were not willing to be subservient to Pallas, but looking at the appearance of their own army, they could only remain silent.

By this time the dark clouds had passed over the heads of the Gruscan infantry and came to the array of archers on the other side of the riverbank. A premonition of impending catastrophe suddenly spread in the heart of Sir Wiggins, the commander of the archer queue, at this moment, "Retreat! Hurry back! He immediately screamed, but he was still a step slower, and he saw a golden power grid fall from the sky, and in an instant, it exploded among the three lines of archers, and almost in the blink of an eye, two more than two small teams of noble archers who had been cultivated for a long time were directly wiped out.

Sir Wiggins himself was struck by lightning, but his life was saved by the electric cage effect with his armor all over his body, but the lieutenant next to him was not so lucky, and he was directly beaten to charcoal. The disgraced Wiggins got up from the ground, and couldn't help but feel sad, a whole squadron of archers was wiped out in one blow, although the real loss was only two or three out of ten, but the rest of the people were already scared stupid, and they didn't even want to fight again in a short time.

Not to mention that at this time, the dark clouds of thunder and lightning overhead were still surging, and a second round of lightning was about to fall. The archers suddenly collapsed as completely as the infantry in front of them, screamed and turned to run, mortals had no ability to resist in the face of such a powerful force of nature, and the well-informed and experienced knights under Pallas might have been slightly better, but they would never be these noble soldiers.

But at this time, a large number of chanting voices suddenly came from the forest, and the subdued spell seemed to gather an invisible force in the air, and even the air pressure decreased by a few points for a while. The dark clouds in mid-air suddenly paused, and then dissipated piece by piece, and in the blink of an eye, the clouds were cleared and disappeared into invisibility.

There was silence in the forest at first, and then there was a cheer on the north bank of the Gries.

"It's to dispel the demon, and there are at least three chanting points." On Brando's side, a druid covered in turf listened intently and turned to speak.

"No, it's four." Charles shook his head.

"Four?" The others did not dare to refute it, and there was no Grand Druid among the first batch of druids sent to the fir realm, and the Charles could be said to be the first person to give here. Moreover, high-level givers are already rare and rare, and it is said that there are two gold-level wizards around Denel, but this time there may not be one with the army.

"If there are four wizards here, it doesn't mean that there are only four. It's a pity that I don't know how many there are, but the intelligence says that Pallas's division may have more than thirty people, including the silver-level givers, so it seems very likely. Crenshia replied.

He was the nominal commander of the mercenaries here, and the more reliable Fern was assigned to assist in commanding the army of the eight hundred Xuédwellers. In addition, Brando also ordered the 'Bronze Dragon' Leto and others to be stationed in the silver mine instead of Yuta's mercenary group, because Count Denel should not know that the silver mine had fallen, so Brando hoped that Leto could bring him some unexpected surprises there, which was a dangerous task, and Leto and the others, as veterans of the November War, were obviously more qualified for this task than the mercenaries under Yuta.

As for Juta, he has been moved back to the front line against Jean Denel's army. She was also very satisfied with this arrangement, and the beautiful red-haired and blue-eyed mercenary leader was standing beside Medisa at the moment and questioned: "How can a Pallas lead so many divisions?" Even if Pallas was on the front line of the war for many years, it would not have been. ”

"Don't forget that there are also the Grus Lords and Grizzly Bears, but I want Count Denel to also draw some people from his own division, otherwise there would be no silver-level wizards." Crenthia replied.

"Thirty people, speaking of divisions of more than thirty people, Eruin has not had one since the November War, so Count Denel really spared no effort to deter 'Xiaoxiao'!" Captain Ulliel, the patrol cavalry captain who had followed Brando since Ridenburg, couldn't help but joke that as a half-nobleman, he was well aware of the large and small wars that had occurred in Eruin's past.

Uliel's words made everyone present smile, there were more than a hundred druids on their side alone, not to mention that the young lord's teacher in front of him was a real gold-level wizard.

Speaking of which, the young lord didn't have a lot of troops at his disposal, but the quality was unbelievably high - ordinary soldiers were either battle-hardened mercenaries or veterans of the November War, or at least the Eruin legionnaires who had fought against Madara. Very few of these people are below the strength of the black iron, and even a considerable number of them are above the middle of the black iron - in addition to this, there is also a force composed of Xuéju people, and the individual strength of this force is at least in the upper reaches of the black iron, and the peak of the black iron is not a few.

The two armies together were close to 3,000 men, and the proportion of divisions accounted for more than a tenth of this army, which was extremely rare in the entire history of Eruin's warfare, and it was simply incredible. If these news spread, it is estimated that the outside world will be in an uproar, and the strength of this new lord of Toniger will have to be reassessed. But Brando deliberately suppressed the news, because he knew that sometimes a surprise was more impressive than an established fact.

This time, the young man wanted to make the whole of Eruin remember his name and who was the rightful lord of Tonigel.

Yuliel's words made the yīn puff that shrouded everyone's hearts dissipate a lot, as if the forest had made Denel's army not so terrible and evil. However, Charles still had to give them vaccinations, and he waved his hand: "That being said, the other party is still quite superior to us in absolute strength, so that the Denel side claims to be led by three knight lords, an army of 20,000 people, and the mountain people have almost 10,000 people, that is, the army hidden in the forest in front of us-"

Char sternly pointed ahead, north of the Gries: "Probably thirty times more than us." ”

The crowd was solemn again, as they had known for a long time.

"In addition, the three knights have elite knights, adding up to at least hundreds, and maybe even more. These knights have at least the strength of the Silver Rank, and we just lack such a force. The Xué people could fight them, but the lord made it clear that as long as Madara did not appear on the battlefield, the Xué people could not appear. Therefore, in terms of the combat effectiveness of the silver rank, the opposite side is also comprehensively superior. ”

"In addition, in addition to Pallas, the other party's Grizzly Bear Lord Knight Lord and Grussian Knight are all golden combat power under Jean Denel, and it is difficult to ensure that the other party has no hidden killer weapon - even if there are only two golden steps back, against me and Metisa, it can only be said to be a draw, and if there is a third, we are still at a disadvantage."

"So what do we do?" As soon as Charles said this, Marlens couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

"It's okay, just do what the lord says." Charles glanced at everyone present.

"Your Lord's words?"

Brando had said that they should be here to delay the crossing of the river by Denell's army as much as possible, but at that time, Denell's army was not as terrifying as it is now. That's a full three knight lords, plus an army of nearly 30,000 mountain people, not to mention the undead of Madara on the sidelines.

Brando had promised them victory, but that was after all, and could they still win?

While most of the young man's followers had an almost blind trust in Brando's words, the victory promised by the young lord had hardly been in vain, and as long as he moved forward, the direction of his sword would inevitably lead to victory. The young lord was like the most legendary hero of antiquity, and when he proudly proclaimed that he would win, then victory was in his pocket.

But at this moment, everyone present couldn't help but be a little silent.

They are battle-hardened warriors who can talk and laugh in the most treacherous circumstances, but that doesn't mean they have fewer roots, and in their original self-confidence, the only way to win is to drag the Denel army to the maximum extent possible and retreat from the army. But that would have to come at a terrible cost on both sides.

As a warrior, this was not unacceptable, as they had sworn allegiance to the young lord, and everyone was ready to shed blood.

But the promise given to them by Brando seemed to be a complete defeat of Jean Denel's army from the front.

How is this possible?

The druids took it for granted that the Shire were just trying to boost morale. Yuta and Clensia, who had seen Brando's magic on the side, had a headache, and the two couldn't figure out what Brando would rely on to achieve this victory.

But in the face of these sèsè glances, Charles and Métisa just looked at each other and smiled. Indeed, because the upheaval within the Ring of the Trade Winds will soon spread throughout Eruin, and indeed throughout Vaughnde.

Everyone will remember this battle.

The young division raised his head and his gaze fell on the dark and dreary forest north of the Gris, but alas, at this moment Pallas did not feel the gaze that passed through the distance. The elderly knight lord was counting the casualties, the Gruss had not actually lost much, the infantry charging in front had only dropped more than a dozen corpses, but it was a little heartbroken for him to withdraw a whole squadron of archers from the battle before he even saw the enemy's face.

Although the army he mobilized this time was more than 20,000, there were not many professional soldiers, and there were only more than 1,000 of the noble archers like this kind of aristocratic archers, and a large part of them were the count's soldiers brought from Jean Denel, and if the losses were too much, he would not be able to deal with them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "That kind of thunder and lightning just now is the druid's technique?" Can a druid of the Black Iron Order perform such a terrifying spell? ”

The master beside him nodded: "That's the Thunder Summoning Technique, but one or two druids don't have such a terrifying momentum, and the technique just now is at least a joint performance of more than ten people." And after using the strength of the Black Iron Rank, you have to rest for at least one day. But if it's a druid master, that's another story......"

The old knight interrupted the wizard, he was still convinced that there could be no Druid Master in the rebels: "In other words, the other party can't perform that kind of magic continuously?" ”

"Lord Lord, don't be afraid even if you cast it continuously, compared to the ten people who need to perform that spell together, but we only need two or three people to remove the demon. And that technique is very expensive for the Black Iron Rank, but the consumption of disarming the demon is only average for us, and the magic is actually much more useful for defense than for offense, if I were the other party, I'm afraid I wouldn't have used that kind of technique again, and they should have only used it for deterrence before. The wizard replied respectfully, bowing his head.

Pallas nodded, as long as it wasn't that kind of large-scale technique, he didn't need to worry too much. The difference in military strength between the two sides was too great, he didn't need any superfluous strategies at all, not to mention that the cost of 20,000 troops was too great, and Pallas didn't want to waste time, he planned to end the war in a straightforward way from the beginning.

As long as you cross the Gris, then it will be a matter of a few days to take the fir cold.

Ending the war within a week was within his acceptable range.

"Rebel, Eruin...... Pallas swirled the words in his head, but the last of his musings turned into a confident smile on his face. As a general who has accepted numerous victories, he simply has not the slightest reason to believe that he will lose with absolute superiority.

The old knight smiled faintly, a smile that represented pity for the enemy and a sigh for the kingdom, for a hundred years ago he had never heard of such a rebellion in Eruin anywhere. His lord, Count Jean Denel, showed his strength, but that didn't change the fact that the kingdom was becoming decrepit and crumbling.

Not to mention a hundred years ago, even fifty years ago, even in the most remote places, there would be no such thing as a threat to the lives of nobles.

Pallas sighed and read, "Brando, Brando, let me, the old fellow, stand the last guard for this kingdom......"

He threw his dagger into the center of the map on the table, right in the middle of Fir City, and victory seemed to be within reach.

The battle-hardened knight, a retainer of Grudin, no longer hesitated, and let Denel's army camp in the evening of the same day, preparing for a final general attack after a night's rest, and taking the enemy's line in one fell swoop. Pallas was not afraid that the 'rebels' would come by night, and in his experience he would not have made such a low-level mistake, and if the enemy was really that stupid, he would not mind ending the war sooner.

Unfortunately, the leader on the opposite side was as shrewd as he expected - there was no word for the night, and the next morning, the real offensive began.

It was just dawn, and Charles and Médisa saw countless soldiers in the forest on the opposite bank from the watchtower, "They are cutting down trees and building bridges, and we are sure that we are not manpowered." Charles looked back.

Medisa nodded.

The test began.

The same sentence flashed through both of their hearts.

……

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