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Fleeing knights and their squires beneath the woodland. For these Viero soldiers who had never seen the world, it was like the end of the world that had befallen everyone, and a personal fear rose in their hearts, as if they felt that the spirit of fear was rushing towards them, they were alone, and the next moment they would die without a place to bury. The private soldiers were frightened like chaff, where did they still have the courage to resist, they could only drop their weapons, scream and flee in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, they completely collapsed.

The sharp claws of the Dreadnought, like hooks dangling in mid-air, swept over the heads of the soldiers, swept the knight on horseback, and pulled him from his horse. The knight let out a miserable cry, and with a thud the intestines and spine were pulled out of the lower half of his body, and the bloody half of his body flew into the air, and then fell, splinters of internal organs and stinking blood flying to the ground. The Fearful let out another piercing howl, and re-emerged from the woods, flying high.

The supreme commander of Viero's army, Count Jacques, watched this scene with a pale face, and thirty or forty dreadful spirits, spreading their wings several meters wide, drove the rout of the knights into the forest from mid-air, many of whom were not killed by these undead at all, but had their brains burst in the trees, and they were killed alive; Either they die from trampling on each other, especially those attendants who are in a panic, as long as they are squeezed to the ground, most of the end is a dead end. The sight of one or two thousand men being driven into the dense jungle like ducks was very sad and funny, and if they had the courage to stop and turn back, they might have been able to get out of the way, but they had already been frightened, and would rather scare themselves to death than stay and fight those nightmares.

Several noble commanders of the Viero army and knights of noble birth watched this absurd scene, but none of them could laugh. Count Jacques turned back and whispered a command, and out of the woods came a number of priests dressed in red robes and with high peaked hats, with holy relics in their hands. With the canon of the Flame Sanctuary in their hands in hand, they whispered something as they walked along the ranks of knights in the linden forest, and in a short time, visible white glimmers rose from the holy texts in their hands, forming an aura that gradually enveloped the entire army. Count Jacques felt as if a warm force had been injected into his heart, which had not brought him any real benefit. But it surprisingly has a soothing power that calms him down for a while.

This is a blessing of courage. The noble private army in the forest was also a little quieter amid the chanting of the Flame Temple priest.

"It's the aura of fear, and those screaming monsters must be relatively high-level undead." Jacques held the hilt of his sword and said to the others beside him. Compared to his pale-faced colleagues, Count Jacques had at least experienced the War of the Black Roses, and was one of the few Vieiro generals to deal with Mardara. In this matter. The Grand Duke of Viero regarded him as a close confidant, and the last time His Royal Highness the Princess came to consult her grandfather with a letter from Brando, the Duke of Viero asked him to come out and answer. However, he was dismissive of Brando's speculation at the time, and in his ingrained opinion, the dark things in the east were nothing more than flies, and that Madara had taken advantage of the War of the Black Roses purely because the kingdom had not invested much in the Buchi region.

In Karasu, for example, the Highland Knights didn't let Madara take advantage of it.

But for a moment. Count Jacques began to waver a little in his heart, the army of Mardala in front of him was obviously different from the one he had seen in Viero the previous year. When Viero led his army against the undead army, although he was scared enough, he remembered that when those rickety ribs first attacked from the woods, the peasant soldiers recruited from the countryside around him collapsed almost immediately, but fortunately, his knight cronies stabilized their positions and found out after a rush. Madara's skeleton is no more than that, and the only ones who pose a little threat to them are the corpse witches, but their combat power is only roughly equal to that of the lord's knights.

Of course, the Lord Count didn't know that it was Frostpaw's army that invaded Viero in the first place, and that Frostpaw himself was a ghoul, just the lowest level of Madara's Dark Nobles, probably similar to the knights under his command now. It had only stolen Viero to avoid the dreaded Highland Knights and take advantage of it, with the same idea as our Master Plancher, but it happened to run into the muzzle of Jacques's gun. The two fought head-on, and they fought half a pound and eight taels. Jacques lost almost all of his cavalry, and Frostpaw was even worse, losing a lot of corpse witches, and was devastated, and was swallowed up by the other lords not long after.

He wouldn't have known that it was the elite of Madara in the War of the Black Roses who invaded Buchi in the first place, Instarong and Tagus were both close associates of the supreme man of Madara, and the one-eyed dragon Tagus was from a famous family, and the vampire family was the most trusted force of Madara's emperor Xià until after the Battle of the Sloping Forest. And the current army under the Blood Staff, although not as luxurious as the combination of Instarong and Tagus at the level of commander, its army is actually stronger than the army in the hands of Instarong in the War of the Black Roses after joining the dark mercenaries from the Sea of the Dead Moon.

This contrast was now magnified a thousand times more clearly in Count Jacques's vision, and it was as if his mood had fallen from the clouds to hell. Although he was still a seasoned soldier, and on the surface he was calm and composed, saying something about the 'undead high-level creatures', but in fact he knew in his heart that he was just hearsay about these things.

The comrades of the Count of Jacques were apparently well aware of his trick and were not much comforted. They saw dozens of the same terrible creatures flying out from behind the dreadfuls that had driven the knights, and they skimmed over the gentle slopes, the lime woodlands on the slopes, and over a few low hills, and headed straight in this direction, though still quite a distance, but still panicked. The top of the hill they were on faced the Cherny Valley, on the other side of the valley opposite the left flank, and at this moment there were still a few miles away from the fleeing knights, and on the right in a dense coniferous woodland, there were elite hoplites in ambush, protecting the crossbowman position in the center, which was originally a very beautiful blocking position, relying on the cavalry on the left flank, which could effectively draw the undead army of Madara in this open valley of twenty miles, and buy time for the Tonigels and Lantonilans.

But now the question is. They have lost the power to be involved, and after the hoplites and crossbowmen have lost the cover of the cavalry, they are now man-made swords and fish and meat, not to mention that Madara still has air power. At this time, a famous swordsman beside the Grand Duke of Vieiro had already distinguished that those fearful spirits had at least the strength of the silver median, that is, at least fourth-level creatures, and everyone changed their faces at this time. There were more than a hundred fourth-level creatures, and these things alone could kill all of their noble infantry, less than 4,000 people, here.

The Counts of Zlín and Beaumoche immediately insisted that they should retreat. Their reason was to preserve the strength of the coalition forces, and if they were to be wiped out before the Lantonilans, the scene of the day in the Silman Valley would be repeated, but if they could at least withdraw the four thousand, or at least six of the twelve. Then there is hope for the battle after that. The noble knights immediately echoed this statement, but the Count of Jacques himself sneered, he knew very well what these people thought, and in fact, they were just greedy for life and afraid of death. They originally thought that this was a sure battle, so they rushed to join the war, but once they encountered some danger. I immediately thought about staying out of it.

Of course, the Count of Jacques himself understood that he himself was not a noble man, and the ideas of these people were understandable. "But the question is, are these guys idiots?" He couldn't help but be secretly angry, "Do you still think that the initiative is in our hands now?" Withdraw if you want? ”

Thinking of this, the Earl could not help but have a cold face; At least compared to his colleagues, he was still a noble lord who knew the soldiers. Count Jacques thrust his sword into the ground, and suddenly replied coldly, "The Duke has given us full authority to command this coalition army. We must do our duty, you are the retainers of the lords, how can you retreat without a fight? ”

Count Zlín was a good friend of Jacques, but he couldn't help but be taken aback by his attitude. I thought to myself, isn't this friend scared crazy? He had seen those crazy people in the Wang Party, but his friend was by no means this kind of person, and he couldn't help but look at each other strangely, thinking to himself what kind of medicine this guy was selling. Other aristocrats mostly thought the same thing. However, the way they looked at Count Jacques became more or less unkind, like an unspoken rule that in the current aristocratic circles, you can be upright. But if you want to harm the interests of other people or even the safety of life, then you are destined to be intolerable by the rules.

Today's Eruin nobles, as Brando said, have long since lost the glory of their ancient times, and the nobles of the ancestor Eck led by example, plowing a kingdom on this wild land with their swords, but their descendants have long lost that courage and have become waste with only intrigue and lust for power.

But at this moment, Jacques had more or less such an idea in his heart, and he couldn't understand how these guys who usually talked to him so much could be so stupid. He glanced at these guys coldly, and had to make his words clear: "What are you going to retreat with?" Have you outrun the Skeleton Knight? Or those monsters that can fly through the sky? A bunch of idiots, our only chance of surviving now is to stay here until the Lantonilans come to our rescue. Sure, you can try to turn around and run away and gamble on that less than one percent chance of survival, but do you have the guts? ”

After Count Jacques said this, he couldn't help but let out a long breath, and somehow, although he obviously felt that defeat was imminent, but his heart was inexplicably a little happy. He suddenly realized that he was at least the best of the bunch compared to these idiots.

Everyone was stunned.

These noble lords, although most of them bear the titles of Viero's retainers and knights, but in fact most of them are only under the shadow of their fathers, and they are all figures with heads and faces in the aristocratic circle, but alas, war? That kind of thing was a little too far away for the province of Viero in the country, and the most recent war in their eyes was about the dispute between the Grand Duke of Viero and Jean Denell, the kind of border conflict that Brando didn't even consider a small fight, the scale of which was comparable to a village fight, and forced these nobles to break a few so-called 'famous generals'. At one time the Count of Jacques himself was one of them, but now he only blushed.

After a while, the words of the Count of Jacques, which most of the nobles had confirmed from their friends or subordinates, suddenly fell like frosted eggplants. There are a few that are out of reach. He even asked if he could surrender to Madara. Of course, everyone knows that it is okay to surrender, as long as you become a dead person. But this result is obviously unacceptable to them, and in fact it is also a disadvantage for Madara when facing the human kingdom, which in general is in confrontation with the human kingdom, or even any other civilized kingdom. Surrender and ransom of nobles are very common, nobles are captured, but also have to be treated decently, and then wait for the family to offer money to ransom, and then return to China with dignity, but can be treated like heroes. This is a common common sense in the wars of the nobility.

But Madara is a kingdom that does not accept living beings, and being defeated by Madara is basically equivalent to being killed, so in the battle with Madara, even the most timid army will not choose to surrender, and will often fight to the death. And now, the same is left for the Count of Jacques. Don't stay to fight. You can only be killed, and there is no second way.

"What if those Lantonilans don't come? They know we're defeated, and I don't think it's likely that they'll come and die. Someone among the nobles couldn't help but ask.

"They don't dare to come!" The Count of Bomoche replied angrily. But after saying this, he opened his mouth, and suddenly there was no follow-up. The people present seemed to suddenly remember that they had changed their battle plan without authorization, otherwise they would not have fallen into such a situation. And now the Lantonilans not only have every reason not to come, but they can even scold them for their stupidity behind their backs. Of course. In the eyes of these nobles, this is definitely not because they have made mistakes, but because the Lantonilans are so narrow-minded.

There was silence in the woods for a few moments.

Count Jacques was worried about the demoralization, so he replied, "Don't worry, that Count Tonigel is likely not to come, as far as I know, he is such a cautious man." But Echo, the commander of Lantonilan, I know the character of that guy very well. He is an idealistic knight, and if he can come, he will come back to save us. Of course, the premise is that you are competitive enough. You can hold on until that time, otherwise don't blame someone for collecting your body. ”

With Count Jacques' explanation, and Eco's reputation after the Battle of Ampesel, the Vieiro nobles were relieved. In fact, there were already people who had praised Eco's character in private, as if the knight had heard his praise from a dozen miles away, and had come to their rescue.

With the potential for hope, Count Jacques had finally boosted the morale of this army, and at the moment they were no longer fighting for victory, but simply for survival.

Viero's army began to reposition their defenses in the lime groves, and their movements were soon transmitted to the ears of the Blood Staff through the Dread.

The Dark Lords of Madara had completely composed themselves by this time, at least they thought they had figured out the details of the unknown enemy in front of them - none other than the Lantonilans, or Vieros. Certainly not the Highland Knight anyway, as for Count Toniger? Excuse me, but what is that? These dark nobles from the Sea of the Dead Moon had never heard of it. The obvious good news for them was that it seemed that the armies of Lantonilan and Vieiro were completely ignorant of Madara, and that they were completely different from the armies of Goran-Elson before them, and more similar to the army of Eruin a year earlier, both in the eyes of the Blood Staff and in the eyes of these unruly dark mercenaries.

It's a lump of garbage, not even garbage.

"Looks like they still have a support army." The black-haired young man tapped on the map and replied to the Blood Staff, "This support force should be on our side, although I don't know how these Eruins have disjointed themselves. However, they are not much of a threat to us, and even if this pocket is closed, their combat effectiveness alone is not worth it, not to mention that these idiots have messed up, and now we just need to eat these idiots in peace. ”

He smiled: "They are here to send us soldiers." ”

The Blood Staff was also sneering, and the stupidity of the Eruin might have seemed a little surprising to these dark mercenaries, but it seemed to him that it had become commonplace. He was taken aback by the combat effectiveness of the white-winged cavalry of the Van Mill Legion before, it was already a bit extraordinary, but now this is their normal level. Its eyes looked at the pale map made of unknown animal skin, as if it were really looking down on the land from mid-air, and the army of the undead was marching on a frontal distance several miles wide, and it was impossible for these humans to surround it unless they had sealed off the area.

Of course, it may have been possible, but the other party is simply a little pitiful.

"Let's use the skeletons to test their combat power first." It replied coldly, setting the tone for the battle.