The army of two thousand undead immediately set up a position on the shallow river beach. Pitch-black spider swordsmen were next to each other, side by side, they were wearing armor with spider patterns on their chests, they took a step forward with a brush, holding a palm-wide black sword upside down in both hands, flattening the blade, the tip of the sword touched the ground, one hand was level with the chest, grasping the counterweight hammer, the other hand palm up, pushing the hilt of the sword behind him, leaning forward, and the sword body at a certain angle - two thousand and one hundred skeletons maintained this action at the same time, and rows of big swords were lowered in turn in the cold rain, and the cold light on the blade of the sword was connected into a line, like the sharp teeth of death.

A small cluster of black knights clustered around Sir Veskag, the dark noble lord nicknamed the Silent One was also wearing the armor of the black knight, but without a helmet, the breastplate showed a pale head, a few sparse hairs like weeds in the wind, its face was full of dried corpse spots, its eyes burned with pale flames, and its body exuded a cold death breath, and with one hand pressed the hilt of the sword inlaid with black roses, as it was called, and looked at the west in silence.

It was rolling riverbank hills, and the rain curtain created a mist that obscured the view. After the mist, the dark forest stood like a wall, but suddenly, a series of holy white flags appeared in the forest, under the banners, there was a group of human infantry on the march, the silver-gray armor reflected like a glittering light, one after another, Sir Wiskag's eyes flashed a trace of doubt, it had never heard of this army, but the other party was well-equipped, obviously not a motley.

One mile is a distance where both sides can only observe each other quietly.

"No shields, light infantry, about five brigades." Sir Wiskag acquiesced at a glance the size of the army in front of him, which was not a great skill for a man like him, a sea of dead moons. With more than 400 dominions and small states, large and small, there is a shortage of everything, that is, there is no shortage of soldiers, especially experienced soldiers. They are the best mercenaries in the entire dark world, and their sensitivity to war has long been instinctive. "One and a half balls." It relaxes. The pride that belonged to the Black Rose in the soul fire had the upper hand again, and she couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous.

The Spider Swordsmen are the nemesis of light infantry and cavalry, and as long as there are no heavy cavalry, they are the most formidable force on the battlefield, not to mention that the opponents are far inferior to their own numbers. Sir Wiescag smiled indifferently, thinking that these arrogant human nobles must still be sticking to the creed that infantry is only a defensive force, but they must not know that infantry can also show fangs. Turn into a sharp knife that tears through the battlefield.

"Let the spider come and tell you, your time is over." The Black Knight Commander glanced at Eruin's army again, and the White Lion Guards were slowly advancing, and he was even more sure of this.

At this time, the opposite side of the river began to float with sparkling stars.

"They're blessing spells."

"There's a group of magicians."

The angry conversation of the black knight urn beside him made Sir Wiskag raise his sparse eyebrows slightly, the army on the other side is really not ordinary, there is a group of magicians, at least it is also an army of the level of the Van Mill Legion. It is quite possible that the other side is part of the Central Army, and not some aristocratic army. It just didn't know which one, and it frowned. Isn't it true that the Southern Legion has already arrived near Ampesel, and which legion is this army coming from?

The flashes of magic grew denser. Ser Wiskag's face finally changed - could it be the Royal Knights of Eruin, or part of the Black Blade Legion or the White Lion Legion? "No way, these three Eluin elites can't come to the south, unless they've completely abandoned the area north of Ampesel." It shook its head. I muttered in my heart, this army in front of me is too strange. Although there are corpse witches in the army of Madara, but seriously speaking, corpse witches are not considered wizards, and this matching group of magicians, don't say that it has not seen it. Even in the entire military history of Vaurd after the Battle of the Sages, it has never appeared.

Fifteen hundred infantry, with more than a hundred mages -

"It's crazy!" Sir Wiskag felt that either the other side was insane, or he was hallucinating.

The sound of horns echoed across the battlefield.

"The Vieros told us to turn around and retreat," said Brando, retracting his gaze from the misty river beach, and said to Cowen, Caglis, and Freya beside him, "It seems that they have a bit of a conscience. ”

"Hehe, at least prove that the people we're trying to save aren't all waste." Kargliss replied with a grin.

Kewen didn't say a word, the young man from Shufflund was personally involved in the war for the first time, and the scene in front of him was different from what he imagined, the White Lion Guards were slowly moving in the drizzle, and the sound of orders came into his ears from time to time, "The sword is out of its sheath!" "Queue up!" The young men from Tonigel had just left the forest, and the queue was still a little scattered, but after advancing a hundred meters, a layered array had already been formed, and the non-commissioned officers and heralds on horseback were galloping in front of and behind the queue, and the flags were flying, such an army was completely different from the armies of those nobles he had seen, and he had a faint feeling, as if this army should have come out of some period of history and come to this battlefield.

That period of history is called the establishment of Eruin.

He subconsciously looked back, and Brando stood with his sword in hand, looking at his army on horseback with a look of indifference on his face.

"This army seems to him to be nothing more than that." Curvin thought, "What kind of army does this Lord Earl want?" ”

Brando smiled lightly. The White Lion Guard was taking shape, and Eruin had taken its first steps, but now all he had to see was to push the door open with his own hands. Behind that glittering golden door is another era, in the last history it began in the year of silver, and in this history it will begin today, and after today, it will be the future. He looked up at the slender back in the rain in front of him, and at this moment Freya also looked back in the direction of Brando, who was riding a snow-white war horse, and was full of doubts, "What does Brando want to do?" That's not how the mages ...... used", it is clearly written in Eruin's tactical codex: precious mages must be protected in the strictest way, and a mage corps of more than a hundred people must be protected by a legion. Otherwise, they should be scattered to avoid being hit by the destructive character.

The Wizards' Corps are invaluable auxiliary forces that can sometimes change the tide of battle; Wizards have extremely strong individual combat abilities and are strong individuals on the battlefield, and in general tactics, such individuals with strong combat effectiveness should disperse them in the army. In this way, it can not only be effectively protected, but also create an effective threat to the enemy's array and command personnel at various points.

But now, the mages of the Tonigels were lined up in a phalanx like the infantry, and only a handful of White Lion Guards were outside this phalanx, their chants resounding through the banks of the river like chants, and the light floated in the air, and layers of spells were added to the White Lion Guards in front. Kargliss was looking up as a faintly colored aura descended from mid-air with the rain on every soldier. Even on himself.

With some curiosity, he touched the energy shield a few inches away from his body, as if a layer of air flowed on it, bypassing his fingertips and forming a vortex—it was the wind shield. "It's spectacular." Kargliss muttered to himself, having so many wizards in an army of only fifteen hundred men met with the opposition of almost everyone, especially Antitina and Metissa, who had started from the difficulty of cultivating wizards in their territory. Brando is advised to cherish this rare force, which has experience from the Battle of the Sages. is not optimistic about Brando's intensive use of magicians, while others; Even Freya, most of them are opposed, and Tonigel now has many wizards, but most of these wizards come from various mercenary groups, witches, and druids in the Ring of the Trade Winds. And not the reserve cultivated by the territory, that is, once lost, it is difficult to replenish.

In everyone's eyes, this rare group of magicians. It should have been used carefully as a secret force of Tonigal, but Brando overrode the crowd and put them together to form this group of magicians. This groundbreaking group of magicians has been criticized since its formation, and Calglis has even heard that even Charles is not optimistic about the future of this magician group, and those who follow Veronica Cruz have bluntly said that this is a completely nouveau riche move.

But will the lord be an upstart?

Cagliss looked at Brando, who had an indifferent face, and pinched his chin, "Well, okay...... Kind of. "But in any case, the buff spells provided by the more than two hundred mages can cover an entire army, and when they are attached to everyone in the White Lion Guard, the scene is indeed somewhat spectacular.

"Your Excellency, it seems that there is some insight in doing this." Juta took one last look across the river, then pulled down the metal mask and replied angrily in the rain.

Not far away, Fern shook his head when he heard this. He drew his sword and walked slowly with his men, with some worry in his heart. It's not like no one has done this before, but the effect is really limited, and the enemies will spread out the formation, making the spell effect less obvious. And even if one or two troops are defeated, once the concentrated magician group is hit, the loss of the precious wizard is much higher than that of the other party, and the gains outweigh the losses, and over time, no one will do this.

But what was the lord thinking?

Brando looked at Calglis's curious and suspicious expression, and knew what the other party was thinking, "What do you think a wizard is, Calglis." He asked. The latter hurriedly pulled down the metal mask, and although it was a bit rude to do so, he also guessed that Brando had just seen him snickering, and he replied hesitantly, "My lord, it is written in the tactical drill code—"

"Don't be funny, Karglis, you're not from a professional background, don't talk to me about tactical drills, tell me what you think." Brando replied angrily.

"My lord, I really don't know." Karglis shook his head, he wasn't a wizard, how did he know what a wizard would do. It is rumored in the countryside that these wizards are all powerful and omnipotent, but these rumors are obviously not credible: "But Princess Metisa, she ......"

Brando scoffed at Eruin's archaic tactical discipline, but he didn't necessarily agree with Metisa, yes, the Battle of the Sages was arguably the largest war that had taken place on the land since the destruction of Babel's fortress, and in that war there were the Frost Knights, the Dragonlord Cavalry, the Miner Twilight Guards, and the Silver Elves' Princess Guards, and that war was epic. But in that war, there were no wizards.

The history of wizards begins with Tumen.

Tumen taught magic to the Silver People, and from him Vaynd had the first generation of wizards, but until the height of the Buga dynasty. The history of wizards is just beginning to shine brightly. The stealers of these laws, during the Battle of the Sages, were nothing more than a rising force, as weak as a hatchling that had broken its shell, and in a battle of that level of strength, all they could do was look up. And the history of the sorcerer's participation in the war has to be traced back to much later, and the collapse of the Holy Alliance directly led the Buga people to not ask about the world. The Silver Elves retreated into the ravine, the time of mortals had come, and now, many years later, the rules of war had truly changed.

What is a wizard?

Many people believe that wizards are the force that changes the situation on the battlefield, and their strange spells can bring unexpected variables to the whole war, they can make hard land muddy, they can make dry battlefields suddenly rain, and they can start fires in forests. Fortifications and fortresses can be built in an instant, and countless help and protection can be provided to friendly armies. But they all ignore one point. The other side of the wizard.

The power of ruining miè sex.

"Wizards represent fire," Brando said to Calglis, standing proudly in the rain, "a force that can dominate the battlefield." ”

This statement did not seem to differ from the previous one, and although Cagliss did not understand what 'firepower' meant, he could hear what Brando was trying to say. He was a little unimpressed, but he still replied angrily, "The wizard's mana is limited. Lord Lord, and their enemies are alive, didn't Lord Veronica also say that it is a waste to use the precious spells of wizards to kill and wound scattered enemies. ”

This is indeed a problem. After all, this is not the era when the Great Demon Tide began, but that was later, and today's group of magicians under his command is completely enough to deal with these bone frames at the moment. Brando smiled coldly as he thought back to the Battle of the Sloping Forest, the miracle that had befallen Madara's bones.

Toniger's wizard apprentices had practiced the battle thousands of times today, but even they didn't understand what that would bring, and it would only shock everyone when it came to light.

The two sides had entered the final distance of one hundred and fifty yards.

The Eruin began to blow the cornet, the White Lion Guards began to speed up, but they were still in order, and the non-commissioned officers on their horses dismounted, joined their ranks, raised their swords, and commanded their men to prepare to charge. And at this moment, Brando's eyes flickered, he swept over the long array of Madara, and those skeletons were indeed scattered, worthy of the Imperial Election from the Sea of the Dead Moon, worthy of the name.

When the two sides were within a hundred yards, Sir Wiskag's necro witches began to bless the spider swordsmen, and they were very calm, or rather their commanders, for the undead themselves had no such thing as zài sinking or not breathing.

"It's faster than you think," said Sir Wiskag to his men, "and there's something strange about this army. ”

The White Lion Guard's strange lion shoulder armor had already come into their view, and with the blessing of spells, the speed of this Toniger infantry, which was no more than the peak of black iron, was close to the activation speed of the light cavalry. Veskag sharpened his teeth suddenly, realizing that the army in front of him might not be defensive infantry at all, but like his spider swordsmen, an out-and-out infantry for attack.

"What are they like?" He asked, looking back.

"It's a bit like the legendary White Lion Legion." A black knight replied angrily.

"No, it's not." Sir Wiskag shook his head, "No. ”

It's a pity that it doesn't have a skeleton shooter under it, otherwise it can be tempted. But it doesn't matter, this is the Imperial Election Regiment from the Sea of the Dead Moon, an army personally selected by the Supreme Emperor Xià, equipped with the most elite undead soldiers and commanders in the entire Madara, no matter who is in front of them, there is only one end, and that is to be crushed. She gestured to the Black Knight to raise the flag and relay the message to the corpse witches in the army, so that the whole formation spread out a little more, and the open terrain on the river beach was in their favor, because her own side was stronger.

And it was at this time that a flash of light suddenly flashed in the rain curtain ahead.

Here it comes.

Sir Wiskag thought to himself.

When Count Jacques saw hundreds of golden lines on the top of the hill cutting through the rain curtain, the blazing flames were like streams of molten steel, intermingling with each other, then disappearing, and flashing again, one after the other, as beautiful as the ceremonial flowers placed at the festival of the Winter Qin. Everyone was so surprised that they could barely speak. "Magician!" I don't know who shouted, "There are so many magicians in Toniger!" The Count looked back at the others, and the nobles of Viero looked at each other.

How could they use magicians like that? Is that Count Toniger an upstart!?

That's what everyone thinks in their hearts.

The fireballs rained down on the riverbank, causing an effect beyond anyone's imagination, and the soft soil on the riverbank seemed to be injected with life and came to life, churning and lifting one by one, forming a scene that seemed to be the end of the world. Even the White Lion Guard's own non-commissioned officers were almost stunned by the sight before them, the horrific explosion plowed the entire front line of Sir Veskag, where the skeleton swordsmen were already scattered, but now they were even more scattered, and after a round of fire, a sieve-like position appeared in front of the White Lion Guard.

At this moment, Freya seemed to have a flash of lightning in her heart, and she realized something.

Sir Wiskag was equally aware of the problem.

This round of magical blows did not destroy his army, in fact, the damage caused was very limited, although there were casualties, but they were negligible compared to the consumption of the opposing wizard's mana. But the problem is that after the spell, there is still a legion of white lions ahead. It had thought that it was nothing more than infantry and that it was impossible to enter the position so quickly, but the speed of the other party was beyond imagination. That's not infantry at all.

That's the damn cavalry that doesn't need to be ridden!

That's the real White Lion infantry in history!

"Quick!" Sir Wiskag suddenly screamed: "Let the back row go up, don't let them cut into the front line so quickly!" Can't let them run! ”

But it was at this time that the second round of magic strikes came as scheduled.

Brando's gaze fell on Charles, who muttered for a moment before giving the order to attack. In the midst of everyone's stunned gaze, the wizards' spells stretched forward and landed on the position between the first and second lines of the Spider Swordsmen. And there, now, it's almost nothing more than an empty space. The Vieiro people behind Count Jacques were almost stupid, "Why are the Tonigels attacking the clearing, are they crazy, the wizards don't need money for their mana?" ”

Count Linz suddenly stopped, for he saw countless fears suddenly fly up from the blood staff's main array, heading straight for the west side of the riverbank, and the monsters were almost overwhelming, pouring out of their nests.

"The Blood Staff realizes that something is wrong," replied Count Jacques, looking at the scene, dryly, "the two regiments to the south of it are going to be finished." ”

"What?"

A loud whistle was now sounding on the riverbank.

The effects of the magic were far from over, but Freya had already raised her sword and simply gave her first command in the war: "Charge!" ”

…… (To be continued......)