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. Out of the woods came a number of priests in red robes and peaked hats, holding holy relics in one hand and the canon of the Temple of Fire in the other, and whispering something as they walked along the ranks of knights in the lime woods, for a short time. Visible white glimmers rose from the sacred texts in their hands, forming a halo that gradually enveloped the entire army. Count Jacques felt as if he had been infused with a warm power, which did not do him any real good, but which had a surprisingly calming power, which calmed him down for a moment.

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 more pale colleagues, the Count of Jacques had at least experienced the War of the Black Roses. He was one of the few Viero generals who dealt with Mardara. In this matter, the Grand Duke of Viero took him as a close confidant, and the last time His Royal Highness the Princess came to consult her maternal 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's heart began to shake a little, and the army of Madala in front of him. It was a marked departure from the one he had seen in Viero last 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 Count didn't know that it was Frostpaw's army that invaded Viero in the first place, and that Frostpaw himself was a ghoul. It's just that the lowest-level dark nobles of Madara, probably the same as the knights under his command now, it sneaked to Vieiro in the first place just to avoid the terrible highland knights and take advantage of it, with the same idea as our Lord Planchet, but he didn't expect to hit the muzzle of Jacques's gun. The two fought head-on, and Jacques lost almost all of his servants, while Frostclaw was even worse, losing a lot of corpse witches, and was devastated, and it wasn't long before it was swallowed up by the other lords.

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 on which they were located faced the Cherny Valley, on the other side of the valley opposite the left flank, about a few miles away from the fleeing knights, and on the right in a dense coniferous woodland, an ambush of elite hoplites, protecting the central crossbowmen's position, which had been a very beautiful holding position. Relying on the cavalry on the left flank could effectively draw the undead army of Mardala into this open valley of twenty miles, buying time for the Tonigels and Lantonilans.

But the problem now is that they have lost the power to pull, and the hoplites and crossbowmen, after losing the cover of the cavalry, 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, those fears had at least the strength of the silver median, that is, at least fourth-level creatures, and now everyone changed their faces, more than a hundred fourth-level creatures, these things alone could kill all their noble infantry of less than four thousand 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 wiped out before the Lantonylans, the scene that had been played out in the Silman Valley that day would be repeated, but if they could at least withdraw the 4,000 men. Or at least six of these twelve brigades will be withdrawn, then there will be 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, Count Jacques himself understood. He himself was not a noble man, and these people were understandably arranged. "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 the madmen of the royal party, but his friends were by no means such people. He couldn't help but look at the other party strangely, thinking to himself what kind of medicine this guy was selling. Most of the other nobles thought the same thing, but the way they looked at the Count of Jacques became more or less unkind, like an unspoken rule, in the current aristocratic circle, you can be upright, but if you want to interfere with the interests of others 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, most of these nobles took their friends. Or the words of the Count of Jacques, which were confirmed by his subordinates, suddenly all of a sudden, like frosted eggplants. There were a few who were so stupid that they even asked if they could surrender to Madara. Of course, everyone knows that surrender is okay. Just turn into a dead person. But this result is obviously unacceptable to them, in fact, this is also a disadvantage of Madala in the face of the human kingdom, generally speaking, in the confrontation between the human kingdom and the human kingdom, or even any other civilized country, surrender and ransom nobles are very common, nobles are captured, but also have to be treated decently, and then wait for the family to offer money to redeem, and then return home with dignity. On the contrary, they can be treated like heroes, which is a relatively common common sense in the war 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 knew we were defeated. I don't think it's likely that they'll come to 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 impact on morale, so he replied: "Don't worry, that Count Toniger is likely not to come." As far as I know, he's such a cautious character. But Arc, the commander of Lantonilan, I know the character of that fellow, he is an idealistic knight, and if he can come, he will definitely come back to save us. Of course, the premise is that you have to be competitive enough to hold on until that time, otherwise don't blame people for collecting your corpses. ”

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.

…… (To be continued......)