The Wind Shooter is a fourth-order class, and the Dreadnosaur is also a fourth-order class, but the dexterity and mobility that the Dreadnore pride is inherently restrained in the face of the pursuit of precision, and the arrows brought by their scary skeleton-like body are not worth mentioning in the face of the enchanted arrow, and all that is left is poor defense and vitality. These undead creatures fluttered their tattered wings and flew over the battlefield, and the terrible screams swept over the heads of the charging White Lion Guards, and when Caglis looked up, he saw that more of these monsters filled with arrows and hedgehog-like individuals fell like rain, and landed heavily on the river beach, and after the first wave of arrows, the number of monsters flying in the air had been reduced by one-sixth.

The Blood Staff still hadn't ordered the Dreadraith to retreat, and the remaining Dreadnoughts rolled in mid-air to lower their altitude and begin to dive towards the Eluin mage. "They really want to replace our wizards with this idea, and the lord knows them all too well." Médisa pursed her lips as she looked at the whirring monsters through the gaps between the trees, her eyes full of admiration, and the rain fell on her soft face, converging along the curve of her cheeks to her pointed chin and dripping; In the lime forest near her, about six hundred elven or human archers were also hiding with bated breath under their broad cloaks, hundreds of eyes fixed on the scene, but they did not stop with their hands, and drew the second arrow from the quiver behind their backs in unison.

"Arrow Three." Métisa opened her bow and aimed at an airspace.

Immediately white flames rose from the forest, dotted with stars, like stars in the darkness.

Medisa nodded with satisfaction: "Wait until you are within four hundred feet, and listen to me." ”

She squinted her eyes to measure the distance, and the dreadnoire had almost flown above the heads of the mage, and some of the young apprentices screamed in fear. If it weren't for the fact that every phalanx had a leader to maintain order, they would have scattered almost immediately. And it was at this time that the little princess of the silver elf opened her mouth slightly: "Take me as the guide, shoot." She breathed in the cool and steamy air of the forest, her archery skills were not top-notch, but after all, she was once born as the commander of the Ringo Legion. Among these tree elves, she was considered to be the first level, and as she gave the order, she released the bowstring with her fingertips, and the feather arrow came out with a splash of water, like a silver thread, burrowing into the formation of those monsters in the sky, and hitting the head of one of the feared spirits.

The dreadful let out a terrible scream, and a flame burst into flames where it had been shot through its head, and it fluttered in midair. But after a few moments, the whole body turned into a ball of fire that moved forward in the air, and the fire struggled to fall to the ground, but before it could hit the ground, it was already burning out.

Then, like a storm, with the sound of fluffy bowstrings, white flames rose from the forest and shot densely at the dreadful spirits that were swooping; For the Madara side, this scene in front of them was nothing short of a disaster. Nearly a hundred dreadfuls seemed to be confronted by a sacred storm, and they were hit by arrows one after the other. Then it burned, wrapped in the flames, and fell with a wail, and before it could reach the ground, it had already scattered into a sky of sparks, and it was all gone; The Dreadnought maintained its formation and walked through the starfire, but after the storm. It's scattered, and there is less than a quarter of what it was left.

Beside the Blood Staff, those high-level corpse witches who summoned fearful spirits were almost stunned, and they watched as the high-level undead that they had finally summoned disappeared in the blink of an eye, and they barely understood what was going on for a while. But the Blood Rod understood. Its skeletal palms clucked at its staff, the soul fire in its eyes beating more violently than ever, and it realized that it had been tricked by the damned Eruin.

"Sure enough, they prepared arrows that had been baptized with holy water." Count Jacques watched this scene from afar and couldn't help but sigh. The others were so well prepared that they were almost amateurs in comparison - and certainly in Brando's eyes, they were only amateurs. But what really surprised him was that the first wave of arrows of the Toniger people obviously used another kind of enchantment, if they had enchanted with the holy attribute in the first place, the blood staff might have made the dreadnought retreat, and the Toniger had obviously thought about this, and set a trap on Madara's bone frame from the beginning.

"If the first wave of arrows didn't use enchanted arrows, there would be too many fears left now, which means that they had already guessed that the blood staff would use fears, and how they would use them, and the Tonigels would even have arranged the fate of these fears," Count Jacques couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "How did the Count guess this?" ”

But if he told Brando about his doubts, Brando would definitely tell him for thinking too much. The Blood Staff was like a big book to him, with its contents clearly written on it, and it was like cheating; The historical Blood Scepter is cautious but courageous, adept at seizing fleeting opportunities, but is very arrogant when confronted by the Eruins, and with its character, it is sure to catch its own mistakes in judgment. But if he didn't show enough 'sincerity' in the first round of ambushes, it would definitely arouse the alarm of the cautious guy, so he used the Wind Archer and another kind of enchantment, but he didn't use the Holy Attribute enchantment, which is the most damaging to the undead, in order to make the Blood Staff produce 'It turns out that this is the ambush of the Eruin, and that's it.'" ' mentality, so that you can confidently and boldly use your fears.

As for what is calculated to inflict most of the blows on the fearful spirits, this kind of thing is pure nonsense, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and people's hearts are even more unpredictable, no one dares to say that they are nine out of ten, he set this trap according to the character of the blood staff, and he originally went with the mentality of earning as much as he could kill and injure the fearful spirits, but at the moment it seems that the results are unexpected. No, it should be said that it can't be better, there are still more than a dozen lonely fearful spirits left in the sky, and no matter how much they want to dive, they can't make any effect, after all, the wizards below are not without the ability to fight back, so the high-level corpse witches who control them hurriedly summoned these only remaining seeds back, otherwise the undead will not even have aerial reconnaissance in the next battle.

If there's a battle next.

The shooter girls in the forest almost jumped for joy as they watched their results in disbelief, and Medisa let out a long breath as she stared at the dreadnought flying back, and she lowered her longbow in the rain, thinking that the first battle of the wind shooter had finally delivered a perfect answer. "Although the Wind Archer of the Lord is still far from our time, there are some unique things." She thought silently in her heart. Historically, the Ringer Legion was a legion that could be used near and far, riding a unicorn in close combat, armed with a silver spear, which could immediately launch a glorious charge, and when taking off the longbow at a distance, it was immediately a first-class archer. And he is proficient in foot bow and horse shooting. Of course, the archer unit led by himself in front of him can't catch up with his subordinates in history, but it is also the first-class level of this era, and it must be a first-class level.

Although she doesn't talk much on weekdays, as if she has no quarrel with the world, she still has the arrogance of belonging to the people of silver in her heart, this is her army, so it can only be the best. Historically, it was called the Song of the Forest, and now it should be inherited from this name, an ancient song that has been passed down in the forest for thousands of years and reverberates among the trees. The legend of the heroes who chanted the elves to defend themselves against their enemies is the song of the forest.

She glanced at Brando, who stood in the rain outside the border of the forest, full of admiration.

Brando equips the Wind Shooter with three types of enchanted arrows: Arrow One enchanted with Wind Wings, which increases the distance of the arrow's throw; Arrow 2 enchants the edge of the rock, which is used to deal with heavy cavalry within projection range; Arrow Three is a holy attribute enchanted arrow specially prepared for the war against Madara, and normally, each wind archer will carry twenty-four ordinary arrows. There are two other types of enchanted arrows each, for a total of thirty arrows. However, this time the main enemy in the battle was the undead, so the number of arrows 1 and 2 was reduced and four arrows were brought with you instead.

And it was these six enchanted arrows, which cost a total of four hundred and twenty tors, and six hundred wind archers fired six rounds in a salvo, and the maintenance cost of an ordinary infantry regiment for a year was shot out.

Such extravagant equipment. In the eyes of any of the nobles of Eruin, it is definitely the act of a loser, and they would rather lose a battle and spend a small amount of money to buy their freedom, which is probably more cost-effective than this kind of extravagant war, which is a war there. It's basically burning money in the game.

But this expensive expense has brought its due meaning today, and those Viero people who shivered in the linden forest must have a deeper understanding of this in their hearts at this moment.

"But why did the lord see this day coming?"

The little princess's eyes were full of confusion and curiosity, she had studied the history of mankind in her free time in the fir realm, such an era had not come for ten centuries, the battle of the Sages seemed to be a distant memory, what did her lord see, and let him go further and further on the current path; Or is it that as Yuta said, the lord was just too impressed by these undead in Buchi, so he has today's qiē.

She shook her head again, she had a faint feeling in her heart that the Lord Lord had been preparing for something, but it was not just because of what happened to Buchi, otherwise his behavior in Ampesel would not have been able to be explained.

Medisa turned around, took her index finger and thumb in her mouth, and whistled a long whistle at her subordinates and sisters. "The rest is over," she ordered, in a low voice, but it spread throughout the forest, "we have a good start, but then it is the time for us to shine, to tell our enemies, what is Lin Ge!" ”

"Sharp arrows!" The girls replied in unison.

Medisa nodded.

Brando stood on the high ground on the river beach and watched the situation change in the entire hilly area, the White Lion Guards had completely torn apart the positions of the two undead swordsmen of Viscag and Mergkin under the uninterrupted cover of the wizards, the light of the fireball ploughed over the entire river beach, the skeleton swordsmen had just been blown to the ground and wanted to get up, the sharp ice edges fell down all over the sky, and then the young white lion ran over these struggling enemies, Freya and Fern cooperated to kill Viskag, A banner on the battlefield with black roses and spiders shook head-on and fell.

Brando pursed his lips and coldly looked at the scene where Veskag had one hand cut off, and one leg was still trying to maintain balance on the horse to fight Freya, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, if there were humans fighting under such conditions, I am afraid it would have been crazy, but fighting with the last faith. But Viskag remained quite calm, the undead, with no fear, fanaticism, or impulsiveness in his empty chest. They are still a terrible viper at the last moment before they die, ready to bite a hole in you with their fangs.

Fortunately, they are too light.

Viskag fell, following in the footsteps of Mergkin, who had died too aggrieved, and with the help of the mountains, Hipamela had exerted a terrifying prowess that even he could not have imagined. After the Battle of the Dead Frost Forest. Hypamela is already a priest of the manifestation of the elements, and now has the same level of warrior level and combat experience, which is basically equivalent to the dual elite classes in the game, this kind of thing Brando has only heard of in a few important plot NPCs, for example, the earth sage of the north, Ellanta, is one of them, and now there is a ready-made legend in front of his eyes.

What's even more terrifying is that Brando has now finally figured out what the skill description of the Mountains is intended to be, 'He can incorporate blessing spells from the earth into his fighting style, and the more blessings she gets, the higher the scepter's attack damage and stat bonuses.' What does that mean? Originally, the scepter had a chance to inflict positive spells on the wielder when attacking. And these spells, in turn, will strengthen the attributes of the mountain's will, which is simply a model of getting stronger and stronger, and Gaia's buff spells are very different from the Fire Temple, most of the Fire Temple's spells are self-targeted, so the Fire Temple has the strongest battle priest and fire knight in the world, but Gaia's Earth Temple's buff spell is the opposite, it has the strongest area buff spell in the world.

Brando now sees the White Lion infantry around Hipamela, and they are almost on the verge of catching up with the mini-boss. The White Lion Guards have only been in army for a short time, and the non-commissioned officers of the army are only silver strength. And there are many soldiers who are still at the peak stage of black iron even after taking the dragon's blood potion, but at this moment, under the blessed aura of Hipamela, one by one they have a faint combat power that is close to the peak of silver.

Brando himself thought it was a bit outrageous.

As a result, Hippamela's left flank was moving very quickly, almost cutting through the lines of the two undead swordsmen, and according to the original plan, they did not stop to join the remnants of Veskag and Mergkin with their allies. Instead, they continued to assault in the direction of the Blood Staff's main formation, the distance between the two sides was not far, and the speed of the White Lion infantry was amazingly fast, and the Blood Staff was now drawing back several regiments that had been used to besiege the Vieiro, and the rear formation was extremely weak. Once it is breached, then the corpse witch phalanx in the center of this formation will be wiped out.

Brando's gaze was a little farther away, on the other side of the riverbank, the undead were indeed gathering the skeleton cavalry back, but the Lantonilans and the cavalry of the Highland Knights who they were entangled with before were now entangled with them in turn, and the two light cavalry were fighting in the direction of the river valley, obviously the blood staff could not count on his skeleton cavalry for a while, and of course Brando did not expect the Lantonilans to help him attack the flank of the blood staff.

The battle has been fought so far, in fact, both sides of the battlefield have captured the most vulnerable link of the opponent, the Eruin side, the Vieiro are still besieged in the linden forest, although they still maintain their morale, but in the face of the only remaining regiment of skeleton warriors in the front, they still dare not act rashly, their biggest problem is that the only second-order elite crossbowmen who are still intact are almost useless in this war; And the Lantoni had to help Brando's skeleton cavalry entangled in the Blood Staff, which was equal to nothing; On the frontal battlefield, there is almost only a game between Brando and the army of the Blood Staff, and now the only advantage for Brando is that the army of the Blood Staff is facing away from him, and the two elite regiments covering its flanks have been broken through, as long as Tonigel's army can give the opponent a fatal blow before the Blood Staff can fully adjust the formation, then the battle can be won.

Behind them are only the white lion infantry of Brando's five brigades and two brigades of wind shooters, plus a group of magicians, of which the wind shooters are basically impossible to use for a frontal attack, and it is unlikely that the white lion guards of the five brigades will not stop to stabilize their positions after breaking through the position of Vescag, but will directly kill them; Of course, even if one or two brigades came up to kill them, it was unlikely that they would be able to do anything in the face of the superior forces on Madara's side.

The warring sides could barely spare their hands to organize their flanks at the moment, and the Tonigels desperately tried to break through the undead defenses and destroy the corpse witch phalanx of the Blood Staff; The Blood Staff, on the other hand, desperately tried to readjust its formation to deal with this sudden army, and both sides were in a race against time, or as long as either side still had a reserve, then the unprotected flanks of both sides could crush the enemy in one fell swoop.

But the problem is that it seems that both sides are running out of reserves.

The battle has completely reached a tangled stalemate.

But such a stalemate is something that the bloody staff is happy to see, "I don't know whether to live or die!" It let out a screech, it needed time, not to crush its enemies. Although it is a bit embarrassing to let these vulnerable opponents tie their hands and feet, it is better than defeat, not to mention the last military force of these human kingdoms in the south in front of them, once they are destroyed, then not to mention Viero and Carasu, even if it is the entire south of Ampesel, Madara is not without a chance to get involved.

They also had another ally, Jean Denel to rule over the vast area, as a buffer between Madara and Northern Eruin, which was clearly what the Most High would like.

The Blood Staff finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if it had seen victory beckoning to him.

On the hill, in the lime forest, Count Jacques had the same gloomy face, and the Tonigers were making mistakes. But perhaps it should not be called a mistake, for it could not be avoided, and Count Zlín had asked him if he would blow the trumpet to warn the Count Toniger, but he refused, for he knew that there was no point in doing so. What Count Tonigel had made was the right choice, but it still seemed wrong now, and there was no chance on the battlefield.

The number of troops is still too small.

He regretted that if he hadn't buried the Vieiro army before, it must have been a different situation now. The Earl subconsciously grasped the hilt of his sword, his knuckles whitened with nervousness, and it was as if he had never held his breath so much when he first went into battle.

But no one on the battlefield had ever imagined how Brando was feeling at the moment, and he was actually a little comfortable, standing in the drizzle very easily, because he saw that the Blood Staff was making a mistake, just as he imagined.

This mistake is fatal.

Because it really thought that Tonigel had no reserve to storm its flanks.

He turned around, and in the forest, Métissa nodded to him from afar, and then the little silver elf princess untied her horn from her waist - it was the dragon horn trombone of the Knights of the Flangeles, with a black body with a silver rose pattern on it, and it depicted scenes of past wars, and told a legend in which the sky-blue flags of the plains of Malald fluttered like a sea, the cold light of the spears of the Flangels, the long sound of the trumpet, and the courage of the spirits of the ancients.

It depicts the Silver King, leading his knights to charge the Minr.

The little princess of the silver elf put the horn to her mouth, and it was blowing hard.

The long sound of the horn resounded through the mountains.

In the eyes of everyone, as if falling snow, thousands of silver Pegasus rolled from the sky, and at that moment the earth roared, like the resonance of the mountains.

The staff in the hand of the blood staff fell to the ground with a click.

…… (To be continued......)