"Charge!"

The long sword raised in the rain brought up a mist like an arc of silver light. Freya's Lionheart Sacred Sword raised high, the figure stood proudly in the rain curtain, and the white lion's non-commissioned officers looked at her one after another, and they all raised their long swords as they advanced, and the snow-white blade in the mist suddenly rose up a cold and shining forest; The phalanx began to flow, and everyone's pace became faster and larger, and at last they ran almost with all their might, and from time to time someone was ahead of the front, and then overtaken by the left and right, and a row of white lion infantry running in the front, their silver-gray armor connected to each other, looked from afar, like a line shining in the rain.

The line is constantly changing, and it is moving forward in the midst of change.

The White Lion Guards finally burst out with terrifying speed, fully displaying the characteristics of this male lion in front of everyone on this battlefield, and the other commander of the two undead swordsmen in Madara, Mogkin, looked at the scene in amazement, as if he had seen a silver-gray torrent cascading down from the forest border. At that moment, it thought of the scene when the White Winged Cavalry Regiment launched a charge, but that scene was far less shocking than seeing this scene in the rain today, what kind of infantry is this?

The firelight flickered, and a fireball exploded not far away, and the flying mud almost splashed all over it, but Mergkin didn't seem to notice it at all.

The undead are the best army in the world, and after the roar and flames have faded, the first-line spider swordsman still holds his sword, indifferently holding on to where he should be. The scattered formations had long since broken into a line, as if they were scattered individuals scattered over the position, and the staggered tails of flames began to sweep over their heads, weaving a web of exploding fire behind them, behind which Sir Wiskag was hoarsely trying to get the reserves up. But it wasn't that its orders weren't strong enough, or that the undead lacked courage, that the spider swordsmen rushed fearlessly into the ruined fire, and the fireballs fell on them, behind them. Then it exploded, blasting the skeletons to pieces, the heat even melting their armor, and the flowing metal poured into the ground, cooling in the rain to form pieces of dark metal round cakes.

Only a few lucky spider swordsmen were able to break through the web of fire and enter the front-line positions, and the wizards of the Eruin cunningly concentrated their firepower and repeatedly hammered the area in the center of the battlefield. Let the two wings of Madara gradually plump, but there is always a weak link in the center of the position. Sir Wiskag finally opened his mouth wide in despair to see the scene, it had never fought such a war, and it was helpless like a weak little girl, it knew what the Eruins were trying to do, but it did not know how to stop it.

"Lord Martha, Mother Spider, help me!" The undead do not believe in tears. Sir Wiscag wanted nothing more than to cry.

The White Lion Guards finally cut into Madara's line of position on the bank of the river like a silver-gray blade, and the young men in the front row were no more than ten meters away from the skeleton swordsmen who stood proudly in the drizzle. At this distance, they could even clearly see the gray-white phosphorus fire flickering in each other's eye sockets, cold as iron, lacking the feelings of the living. The White Lion was heroic, but he was still nervous at the sight of such an opponent, and the non-commissioned officers were shouting orders to inspire everyone's courage. Juta, Fern, Mars, and Karglis, who had caught up from behind, the generals who led the charge more or less alleviated the hesitation in the hearts of the soldiers, and the banner of the white lion advanced in the rain, and under the banner, there was another lady who led the charge. She was dressed in a white robe with chain mail and held a cross-staff, exactly what a battle priest was dressed for.

That's Hipamila.

The others still didn't understand why the lord let his personal attendant charge with the army, but the priest girl had already raised the cross scepter in her hand, and Brando followed the team to watch this scene from a distance, and her heart suddenly moved slightly, and she felt that the elemental foundation hanging in the world of the traveling mage was shaken, and the light and earth elements rose from the elemental pool, and then disappeared into the mutility. He looked up just in time to see the movements of Madara's skeletal swordsmen, who giggled and swung upwards with their left hand on the hilt—hundreds of dark blades, in unison, from bottom to top—pulling hundreds of long arcs through the rain.

Ten meters away, a wave-like blade visible to the naked eye burst out from the sword, and the air blade pushed forward, turning into a cone-shaped shock wave in an instant, splitting the water curtain, bringing up a vast bloom, and swept past the first row of non-commissioned officers of the White Lion Guard. But at this time, the White Lion Guard's body flashed its pale gray brilliance, which formed an oval sphere under the impact of the shock wave, but no matter how violent the shock wave was, the sphere did not show the slightest sign of breaking, and the shock wave swept across, almost all the river banks were almost flattened by an inch, and the grass on the river beach had already been completely swept away, leaving only a pitch-black silt field, but the human soldiers who remained on the muddy ground were unharmed.

Blessing the chant.

The first time the power of the Brigade Mage was displayed by Hipamela on the battlefield in this drizzle, it shook everyone who was watching the battle—

"What's that?" Sir Wiskag almost let out a scream from his hollow chest.

What spell can make an entire army immune to damage? In its empty mind, it couldn't figure out what level of power it was, even if it was a sage person, it was impossible to grasp such a law. Only the gods, and only those beings who are above the rules of the mortal world, can perform such miracles. Mergkin's mind was also blank, he was a lich who could understand more deeply the horror of the previous scene, which was not a spell, but a power that overrode it.

At that moment, it keenly felt the trembling of some law of existence passing through the clouds.

Even though it was an undead, it still felt depressed at that moment, and it hadn't tasted such horror for many years, as if it had forgotten the feelings that belonged to living beings since it became a lich. A moment of stunnedness has already intertwined the unscathed White Lion Guards and Spider Swordsmen, both sides are also third-order armies, but even if the young White Lion is still in the stage of merging the old and the new and toddlers, even if the formation of the Tonigers is far less orderly than the undead, even if this new army still has many weak links, but they only need to have an advantage. The terrifying mage group finally showed its effect at this moment - in Amber Sword, most of the blessing spells that are suitable for diffusing the entire legion are generally weak, such as heroic and fearless, like boosting morale.

And those real bonus spells, like Wind Wings. Atmospheric Aegis, Heavenly Blade, Stone Skin, Dragon Power, can only be blessed to a few people at a time, these spells are more suitable for squad battles, if you want to be blessed by a few wizards or priests to the whole army, I am afraid that even if you have enough mana, you will be tired to death, even if you are not tired to death. How can you have so much time on the battlefield?

But this problem is not a problem for the White Lion Guards.

The entire White Lion Legion is only fifteen hundred, but the size of their magician group has reached one hundred and twenty people, Brando divides the entire legion into a hundred sections in advance, and each wizard only needs to be responsible for the area where he has been ordered in advance, but after a few spell times, these powerful bonus spells will fall on everyone's head. This was not his own invention, since the Wizards began to participate in the battle on a large scale after the Battle of the Sloping Forest. Smart players began to summarize and create these standardized tactical forms, every minute detail. These are all the experiences of previous people who have experienced several wars, but this one is particularly special.

Because it itself comes from Madara.

This is the real magic legion that will arise in the future slate wars, and although the White Lion Legion is far from reaching the level of the later generations, it is already above this era.

In another history, the undead of Madara, who preceded the world, used this tactic to defeat the Eruin and defeat the Wind Elves. The Cruz have been defeated, but today, they will first taste the fruits of their own planting. "I don't know if I'm a good student." Brando thought so in his heart, and he indifferently watched as the White Lion Guards cut into Wiskag's line, although the undead were tough. But the fragile front could not stop the White Lion Guards who had already charged, and the silver torrent rushed into the black line, and in the blink of an eye, it had already broken through the embankment, overflowed the embankment, and rushed towards the rear of the Madara army.

Before the black rose could bloom, it withered in the drizzle, and the spider swordsmen who were obviously inferior in number were drowned by the White Lion Guards one by one, and under the cover of Xu Jin's barrage, the Tonigers had already formed a local advantage on the battlefield. Even with the blessing of a full set of spells, the human soldiers have far surpassed the undead swordsmen in their individual strength, and many skeleton swordsmen's swords have actually broken under the amazing strength of the white lion soldiers, and the next thing is to be divided and fight separately. In such a situation, it is difficult for the undead of Madala to effectively cover the corpse witches in the army, often the corpse witches are killed one by one, and the skeletons fall in pieces, although the undead army is not afraid of death, but it has a fatal weakness.

Its low-level undead, even the formed armies such as the Spider Swordsman and the Skeleton Knight, are supported by the power of the soul, rather than the high-level undead who actually have a soul, and the source of the power of these undead comes from the corpse witch itself, and once the corpse witch that evokes them dies, they will also run out of soul fire in a short period of time and disappear in pieces. And at this moment, the White Lion Legion is accomplishing such a thing, the front of the undead of Madara's soul has been torn apart, and the corpse witch commanded behind is also exposed to the sword, and the unfinished business of Mr. Knight Planchet is completed by Freya at this moment.

And Freya herself, at this moment, has set her sights on Sir Wiskag and the group of black knights beside him, after experiencing the battle in the Dead Frost Forest, her Valkyrie blood has been fully awakened, and when activating the Valkyrie Mark, she has at least a golden median combat power. In this era, she was almost the same as the Valkyrie in the growth period of history, and after the Year of the Swift, she and Veronica got acquainted for the first time and obtained the opportunity to civilize the elements, and a year later officially crossed the gate of the elements and became the real Valkyrie of Eruin.

The knightess turned her horse's head and slew in that direction, and the dead whisper on the other side noticed the scene and wanted to help, but soon the lich stopped; Because a stone scepter suddenly collided from one side, it subconsciously weaved a black magic to block this sudden attack, but a magical scene happened immediately, Mergkin watched the scepter crash against his spell barrier, the black light shield squeaked like dying, and the law line on it began to flash like crazy, and then shattered one by one, and the light shield was also shattered in an instant, and then the stone staff hit its head at once.

There is not the slightest reaction time. Mergkin's head shattered in an instant, shattering like glass and blowing into powder.

"What a damn power is this!" It let out such a scream from the depths of its soul, and its body shook on the skeletal warhorse and fell to the ground.

Only then did Hippamela stop and put down the mountain in her hand. She looked up and watched the lich's soul shoot into the sky, back in the life box where it was hiding somewhere, and marveled at the power of the scepter in her hand.

This is the power that comes from the earth and the mountains.

A scream resounded through the sky.

Brando subconsciously raised his head, and saw creatures with outstretched wings coming out of the clouds, and the fears came, and they swooped down in the air one by one, and the piercing screams resounded on both sides of the valley, and the wails that penetrated into people's hearts seemed to make people feel cold; But alas, this will not help the White Lion Guards. The courage of the White Lion has always been the most dazzling legend in the poems of Eruin, the White Lion Guard is born immune to fear, and it can be said that it is the best army against the undead, and there are many old enemy armies in history.

This can be said to be the case with Eruin and today's Madara.

Dreadnought broke through the rain curtain and headed straight for the Tonigel magicians, hundreds of Dreadful swooped down in unison. The deterrent effect was so great that some young wizards were so frightened that they hurriedly released a few fireballs into the air. But it was easily bypassed by a flying undead creature with a dexterous deciduous maneuver; The wizards wanted to continue casting spells, but before the spell could be uttered, they were hit the head. They looked back and saw Lord Duncan and his duck Demon glaring at them sternly, "Don't get your target wrong! "Demon Duncan is no longer the hapless apprentice he was at the beginning, after the battle of the Ring of Trade Winds. He has grown extremely fast, and now has the strength to be close to gold, and is one of the few wizards under Charles who has this level, and is now the wizard captain of the wizard corps.

Throughout the Wizards' Order, such scenes are playing out everywhere. What the outsiders saw was that after a few fireballs, the wizards shifted their focus and continued to concentrate on bombarding the skeleton swordsmen on the riverbank.

"They're crazy!" The Blood Staff was gradually reducing the number of troops on the front, and the Vieiro people were under pressure for a while, but they were almost not stupid when they came back to see this scene: "Count Tonigel is not going to ask for the Wizard Regiment!?" ”

Count Jacques had the same confusion in his heart, but he believed that the Count was not such a fool, and that he would have a back hand. Just where is the back hand? His gaze fell on the silent Black Forest.

The Blood Staff looked at the Black Forest as well.

In fact, at this time, both sides of the battlefield have a more or less premonition in their hearts, which is like a spark in the spirit, which suddenly blooms, giving people the ability to predict the future. Sure enough, in an instant, a feathered arrow was thrown high in the forest, and the battlefield seemed to stand still, and everyone saw that the feathered arrow flew up slowly, cutting through an ugly parabola, and did not hit any of the Dreads, but halfway through the flight, it fell with all its strength, and landed on Brando's shoulder armor with a 'snap'.

Brando glanced at the arrow, then looked back inexplicably into the linden forest behind him.

"I'm sorry, my hand slipped." Finney stuck out her tongue, and the dryad archer looked at her commander embarrassedly, "It's all because the screams of those monsters startled me." ”

Medisa looked at her with a smile and shook her head, then turned and raised the Windshooter longbow in her hand.

But this crooked arrow is like a signal on the battlefield.

The next moment.

The roar resounded in the sky——

In the eyes of all, a wall rose in the forest, a dark green wall, this wall was made of countless green dots, and each green dot was a glittering arrow. "They're going to use archers against the dreadnought?" The Blood Staff breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, the Vieiro people had used crossbowmen to fight its dreads, but thousands of elite crossbowmen fired two volleys, and only two dreads were slightly injured, the dreads flew too fast and flew too high, and they themselves had the same arrow resistance as skeletons, so they were not afraid of this soft attack at all.

Not to mention, in such weather, archers are more affected than crossbowmen.

The contemptuous sneer that cracked on its skeletal head didn't have time to expand further, and the next moment it froze on its face. For it saw that the arrows did not take on a parabolic path like the arrows fired by ordinary archers—flying high, passing through the dreadnoughts, and then falling—the green wall, like a hurricane, swept straight between the flying dreadful formations, until it flew three or four miles away, and then gradually ran out of kinetic energy, and began to fall from a high point.

But none of this qiē matters.

Importantly, after the rain of arrows, more than twenty dreadfuls fell as if it were raining.

"Elven Shooter!" At this range, the blood staff only felt a buzzing in his head, and only the most ace marksman troops of the elves could have this terrifying range. But neither the wind elves nor the wild elves could appear in this place, and it gurgled in its throat, staring at the troop deadly, and for a moment it only wanted to figure out one thing:

Where exactly did this army come from?

At the same moment, Count Jacques was also shocked in his heart: "Enchanted arrow! He watched the scene in amazement, and suddenly realized where he had made a mistake before.

…… (To be continued......)