Act XVIII: The Battle for the Lumberyard

There was a 'buzz' sound in the forest next to the riverbank, and behind the dark green bushes seemed to suddenly grow countless spikes, which formed a translucent black wall and swept forward the cobblestone-strewn riverbed, and the cavemen standing at the front were immediately caught off guard by being bumped into - as if they had really hit an invisible wall, the force of the impact made them stagnate, and then they retreated, and the corpses full of arrows lay motionless in the middle of the riverbank like water-soaked stones.

The caveman was stunned by the sudden rain of arrows, and the front one retreated vigorously, but the one behind still moved forward under the action of great inertia. Hundreds of people collided on the river beach, and for a moment they became a mess.

Golden opportunity

The thought flashed through the minds of the two mercenary leaders, Juta and Fern, who were hiding in the bushes, and they were the first to unsheath their swords and greatswords, as if they were ready to seize this opportunity to lead the crowd to charge and defeat these cavemen in one fell swoop.

But the long sword in the scabbard that Brandope had in the sash around his waist popped out at the same time, and with a movement of his right hand, a wind pressure had already touched the ground and shot out a 'brush' sound in front of the two commanders, and with the forward sword wind, the dead wood and severed blades flew up and down in front of the two of them, Yuta and Fern breathed, and subconsciously stopped to look at the young lord.

"Your Excellency?" Fern asked.

"Attack the formation and go to the river beach to line up." Brando looked ahead, and in his field of vision, more than fifty mercenary cavalry led by Tiger Sparrow were rounding the river beach, preparing to charge.

"My lord, but ......" The red-haired mercenary leader looked hatefully at the cavemen in the direction of the river beach, and she gritted her teeth full of white Sensen: "Don't miss the opportunity." ”

"Your opponent is not human." Brando glanced at her and replied succinctly. He raised his left hand and nodded his ear - signaling that cavemen fought in the darkness of the underground all year round, and as creatures that relied on their sense of hearing to discern their surroundings, they were far more sophisticated than fragile humans.

Even if they were to attack and guide them to chaos for a while, these creatures from the underground of Jogandigang would quickly recover, especially since the way they connected with each other relied on the same sound waves, which was much faster and more effective than humans relying on flags to identify teams and directions in the midst of chaos.

In the game, the Caveman's 'Panic Hour' is much shorter than most creatures' army, with only one round. The worst in this regard is the goblins, which are almost impossible to reorganize once the formation is out of order. And the best is the undead, there is no such thing as a panic in the surprise attack.

For such creatures, only the best armies can seize a brief opportunity. And these mercenaries, in Brando's opinion, they were eliminated in the first place.

The two captains looked at each other, as if they could not be convinced, but at this time Clenthia drew her long sword and walked between them. "Listen to your lordship," replied the silver-haired mantle-clad man, looking at the caveman on the river beach, keenly sniffing out something unusual, "in terms of experience in dealing with these monsters, we are inferior to Lord Lord." ”

Brando was slightly stunned, he glanced at the guy and saw a certain ambition hidden in the other party's silver eyes. But he smiled in his heart, and he didn't care what the three Grand Masters wanted to follow him at this moment, because as long as there was such an expectation, then there would naturally be a time to give in.

"It would be good to understand, I don't have time to explain," he replied, lowering the tip of his sword, "then carry out my orders." With that, Brando turned and faced the riverbank.

The three regimental commanders fell silent. "What about you, sir?" But the red-haired mercenary leader Yuta asked with some unease, as she still seemed to understand why the young man had to fight the cavemen head-on.

It was an army of more than two hundred, if not close to three, from the underground of Qiaogandigang. Even a regular brigade of 500 men of the Southern Legion of Eruin did not dare to say that they could block the onslaught of the other side head-on, let alone the scattered mercenaries under their command.

"I already have a goal." Brando replied looking in the direction of the riverbank.

There-

The tiger sparrow and his cavalry were charging at the thirty or so cavemen and bear goblins, and the horses' hooves rumbled along the river beach - and the cavemen seemed to want to turn around to deal with these new enemies, but at this moment the two holy archangels of Brando's control completely removed their disguises, and they spread their wings of light to entangle these enemies from behind--the battle on the river beach suddenly became inseparable, The two Silver Order Archangels who completely let go of their strength and the bear goblins with the strength of the three-headed black iron peak close to the silver almost had a tie, but under the entanglement of many cavemen, it was difficult to gain the upper hand.

But it was only a moment, and the situation soon changed, as Brando had lowered his sword and charged. The young man shot out of the forest like an arrow, half the distance from the battlefield when he first landed on the riverbank, and when he jumped up again with his feet on the ground, it was like a ghost that had shot into the cavemen.

In the eyes of the mercenary who lowered his crossbow and walked out of the forest, his young lord seemed to turn into a wandering black light—the black tuxedo fluttered like a cloak swaying in the wind as he walked forward—and the banner cut in the blink of an eye between the 'adventurers', the archangels, the cavemen, and the bear goblins.

Only then did the few cavemen react and turn to intercept the sudden enemy, but they had just raised their weapons, but Brando had already bypassed the sword and sword shadow like a ghost, and approached a bear goblin in the center of the battlefield.

The bear goblin was extremely alert, and it shook its furry ears and subconsciously turned its hand. The flail in his hand waved at Brando, but the hand was slow in the eyes of the young man, who stopped to avoid the spiked iron ball, grabbed the cold iron chain, and flew high with the strength of the opponent - and then let go of the hand, and the person flipped in a circle in mid-air and landed steadily.

It landed right on the broad, thick shoulders of the bear goblin.

The whole action was done in one go, almost in a flash of light. In the blink of an eye, the mercenaries saw Brando kneeling on the broad shoulders of the bear goblin, calmly plunging his sword into the throat with both hands.

A bloody arrow, as dazzling as a broken flag on the river beach that afternoon.

Brando drew his sword, and the bear goblin let out a low wail, its tall body swaying, and then falling with a thud. On the battlefield, there was silence for a while.

The mercenaries who saw this scene seemed to have forgotten about time and the world around them at that moment, and they subconsciously stopped, and the breath in their chests seemed to have a certain bloody, hot and legendary taste. However, although the people who commanded them were also looking at the young figure, they couldn't forget the environment at this moment.

Fern took a step forward, cutting off the line of sight between his men and Brando. He slashed forward with his greatsword and commanded in a deep voice, "Get out of speed, line up, move forward, don't let the other side go ashore—"

But the leader of the Fire Bands looked back, and in his eyes the cavemen had regained order at this moment.

The creatures from Jogandigang seemed to be able to communicate with each other through some kind of airborne signal, and under the command of a dozen or so fuchsia troglodyte warriors, these monsters that had been messed up in the previous rain of arrows had gathered the moment the mercenaries stepped out of the forest, and they seemed ready to move forward again.

No more than half a minute before and after.

Fern realized what a wise decision it had been for Brando to stop their charge, and if they did, they might have to face the regrouped cavemen before they reached the riverbank, but the mercenaries who had launched the charge would not be able to stop so easily.

To fight against an opponent much stronger than himself without losing his formation, Fern doesn't have to think about it to understand.

He turned his head to see the equally apprehensive gazes of Clenthia and Yuta, who were maintaining order in the middle of the battlefield and on the other side.

"What the hell is that young man," thought Fern, "there are such good descendants among the wizards and knights of the Highlands of Karasu, and those fellows are no better than the average nobleman." ”

But his mind returned to the battlefield, and he still felt that he was not very optimistic about this encounter. Although the young man's judgment was correct, the cavemen in front of him became more and more difficult to defeat. Even though they were lining up on the riverbank, he could not believe that they would be able to hold off even the first charge in the face of an enemy who was far superior to them in terms of morale, organization, and personal strength.

He raised his hand, the soldiers in the first row put down their big shields with a 'bang' in the advance, and the back row were the warriors and swordsmen who temporarily acted as spearmen, and the professional archers and crossbowmen were reloading, but the previous round of arrow rain had only caused a few results in addition to chaos, and it was really hard to say how much effect it could have now, it was nothing more than psychological comfort.

Sure enough, the cavemen who fell after a rain of arrows turned out to be no more than a single digit. The caveman and the tall bear goblin waded through the water in formation, the sound of an approaching death march, and it was not just Fern, who could clearly see the look of retreat and hesitation on the faces of his men.

It's shaken.

Less than a hundred feet to gob, the crossbowmen fired a third rain of arrows, and Fern could clearly see that the feeble arrows had bounced off the bear goblin's thick fur, barely doing anything.

Fifty feet.

Juta gritted her teeth and stood at the front of her men, thinking that she could at least mitigate the impact of the cavemen on her men, who called her the head of the eldest sister and the brother and sister she regarded as her brother and sister.

For the first time, she felt a little regret, wondering if she had chosen the wrong one: she looked back in the direction of the young man, and at the moment Brando had just placed the second bear goblin, but had not looked at it; Yuta couldn't help but wonder if the other party didn't care about their lives or deaths like the other nobles.

Twenty feet.

Crenthia could barely make out the folds in the skin of the cavemen on the other side, his head covered in sweat and his sword clenched in his hand.

The next moment, two armies - or not armies. In short, the mercenary collided with the caveman. But the results were beyond everyone's expectations.

Because at that moment, all voices were lost on the battlefield.

Everybody feels so.

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