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"Master Wilson, what do you think these Tunis are trying to do?"

Earl Nickson's gaze fell on the horizon in the distance. The breeze stirred the gray collar of his cloak, sending the moist breath into his lungs, and the cool and transparent feeling made the middle-aged man habitually squint his eyes, feeling an inexplicable power that was overflowing his limbs.

It's a slight euphoria...... It's a subtle desire to fight. The Count did not reject the feeling, but instead breathed deeply and enjoyed it as much as he could—to immerse himself in it, and to immerse himself in it would make the fifty-three-year-old Earl feel like he was at the peak of his physical condition twenty or thirty years ago, when he was fighting the Orcs in the central foothills.

"Probably preparing a harassing attack, Your Excellency, they probably think we don't have enough magical power, which is what those guys are always good at. With the advantage of the number of mages, use the spell array to pin down the enemy, but no matter what, just keep an eye out for their squad approaching within two thousand five hundred feet. ”

Standing alongside the Earl, a male mage in his mid-thirties spoke, his back straightened on horseback, his eyes hidden in the shadow of his hood, his gaze perched on the figure in the distance, picking out the information he wanted.

At the far end of the line of sight, the rain that had been swaying for a morning finally stopped, and the clouds that had accumulated for a long time gradually dissipated, and although the sun had not yet gathered enough strength to break through them, the golden color had seeped through the cracks in the clouds, and gilded the heavy clouds with a dazzling edge.

Tiny pillars of light dotted together in the distant wasteland meadow in a circular spot, and under this light and shadow, a large cloud of smoke and dust was slowly rising from the horizon. The moist air after the rain shook slightly, condensing on one side and on both sides...... Patches of flags were picked at the head of the spear, and then shadows in the shape of men and horses underneath.

If there were no errors in the intelligence, this would be a team of about three thousand people...... Therefore, in terms of magic, they may not be able to occupy any advantage, and there are more than a hundred mages and magic apprentices in their own team, and the effect of forming a ring ceremony is enough to defend against the attacks of the same number, or even one and a half times the number of enemy mages, after all, the defending side always has some advantages over the attacker, not to mention, now that the teleportation magic cannot be used, the enemy is traveling from afar, and the use of magic will have some adverse effects.

Thoughts kept coming to the mage's mind, but after weighing them, his answer tended to be bland.

"It's better to be cautious, Master Wilson, after all, magic is omnipotent. ”

At his side, Earl Nickerson raised a hand, and the herald behind him shouted a few orders in understanding, and in the middle of waving the flag, there was a slight change in the military formation behind him: "If necessary, I can order half of the mages to be mobilized to participate in the defense." ”

"Magic is omnipotent, it's just a myth made up by imbecile bards, Your Excellency. ”

The earl's words made the corners of the middle-aged mage's mouth arc, but it made it impossible to see whether it was true joy or not: "The real mage is the climber on the path of magic, the follower of the rules of magic, there is no great mage, only a humble mage." But prudence is indeed a virtue, Lord Count, for it is a waste to employ such a large array if they are prepared to resort to harassment...... Judging from the banner, they don't look like death squads for consumption, they should be the elite of a local family, two thousand infantry, one thousand lightly armed cavalry, and the equipment is not bad. So, perhaps, they want to use some kind of trickery. ”

Pronouncing the proverb of the mages, he paused, and then subtly gave his master a small compliment: "As the vanguards, they advance quickly, but it seems to me that this is just a two-handed preparation, and it seems that the Tumenians are ready to fight us head-on, and here they are." Or maybe they have absolute confidence in their mage team. Earl Nickerson narrowed his eyes and looked at his opponents again, "Unfortunately, such a temptation is just a little cleverness. Their main force may set off in a day's time, but if there are no accidents, their every whereabouts are already under our control, and I don't think the Tumenes may have ever thought that the effect of teleportation could be achieved with some simple methods, even if magic teleportation could not be used, and the message could be transmitted flexibly. Before noon tomorrow, if they can't think of a better way, then they can only be here, ushering in a war without suspense. ”

The middle-aged mage nodded at the earl's prophecy, but did not express any agreement.

The use of magic to command birds to transmit messages is not a clever move, and ordinary mages can think of it, even now, even if the spell system spell is hindered, it does not mean that all means of communication have been cut off, and according to the information transmitted back from the front, the Tumenians have already responded to the abnormal flow of magical energy, and successfully repaired the teleportation circle between several large cities, ensuring the advantage of surprise attacks on the Imperial side, so it is difficult to guarantee whether they can do the same, but he does not intend to point this out to discourage the other partyAfter all, the Earl was not a fool - as he had just said, as a veteran who had fought several battles in the foothills of the Central Mountains, even if he was proud, he had enough caution in his bones to deal with the dangers that might arise.

What's more, in today's form, it doesn't seem to need too many concerns.

Although he didn't have much experience in arranging troops, this mage was also aware of the fact that he had a huge advantage. This is the only plain in the vicinity that can be used as a decisive battlefield, but the special terrain of high east and low west, coupled with the angle of mud and hillside after rain, will make the horses that attack from the opposite direction completely lose the degree of impact, and at this moment, the enemy from afar has inevitably fallen into exhaustion, if they dare to make a charge, their own side can send them to hell like a tiger out of the charge.

However, the Tumenis don't seem to care.

They organized their ranks at the far end of the line of sight, slowly forming a square formation, the cavalry occupying the vanguard, the infantry holding the flanks, swaggering - obviously, those Tuniesian spies were not a bunch of rubbish, at least they had eaten the shortcomings of the Imperial side, the Duke's soldiers did not have many elite cavalry, and there were not enough horses, and before the arrival of the reinforcements of the lord of the neighboring province of Flint County, the Duke of Urdu, harassment tactics could still be used.

But thankfully, those stupid Tunies don't think that way...... Or do they think that the Duke's strength is not worth the amount of energy they waste, and that as long as they attack, they can easily win?

Wish for the moon!

A sharp glint flashed in Nickson's narrowed eyes, and he reached out and pushed his helmet so that the sound could be heard clearly in his earholes, and behind him, the sound of horns continued to sound.

Those stupid Tunies will never be able to defeat their own army, even if there are only more than 15,000 soldiers gathered here.

As the founder of this army, Nexon has full self-confidence, and the army he leads is one of the top ten male soldiers in the empire today! Even in the entire empire, there is no more perfect example than this army in the infantry discipline that is regarded as the standard, and no one can get such absolute trust from his superiors as he is, and with the most absolute attitude, he reigns over this army without any nobles disturbing the absolute power!

Fifteen thousand soldiers, all pawns belonging to his wisdom, are firmly and steadily wielding their role in their respective posts, and the whole army, at all times, can be an absolutely unified whole, an invulnerable whole.

The arrangement of each team is so precise, tempered and corrected over generations. He is like a slow-moving giant, facing it with only two outcomes - let it drain its last drop of blood, or bleed its last drop of blood.

There is no other way but a head-on breakout.

But that must be left behind. Several, ten times more than his losses, the corpses of the enemy!

Yes, it was such a self-confidence, he had enough confidence to make this battle a classic enough to write in the annals of history, and to engrave his name in history with an unprecedented victory!

The fiefdom of the Crane family, located in the western frontier of the empire, is not remote, but the distance is enough for a dead horse...... In the eyes of most people, an earl is the mainstay of the empire - or, rather, the most middle level that supports the aristocracy of the empire, one of hundreds of structures, each with its own importance, but can never leave his place.

As a knight, Nickerson didn't want to be like his ancestors and live all his life in this small territory, and he had his own ambitions. I hope to be able to have a better prospect for my family and rise in the forest of nobles, but this is not easy, if the middle-level nobles want to stand out in the circle of imperial nobles who have always paid attention to seniority, what they have to pay is the accumulation of countless hours and the efforts that will always be hidden under the table, and in this huge country, there are many families with more seniority than the small Crane family, not to mention the Lin Lulan family, which has been like a huge mountain suppressing the head of this earl in the first forty-three years of his life.

For thirty years from joining the army to the present, his dream of commanding a large army has never had a chance to come true.

Now, however, a turning point has come.

Uh, wait a minute------=-

They only have one province that produces horses, and the empire has twelve, and they only have six rich iron mines, and the empire has sixty-two, and they don't even have a decent pasture, which means that they lack the good glue, horns, tendons, and conditions for making good compound bows, or they and the empire have also experienced hundreds of years of peace until they go to war with the elves, but they have no possibility to train and evolve their tactics through greedy annexation and plundering private wars between the great nobles, let alone get the opportunity to fight the orcs on the long border of the central mountain range。

The soldiers of the Tumenes, nothing to fear.

To the Earl's disappointment, the Tuminins were not as stupid as they had been rumored, and at the far end of their sight they showed all their gray shadows, but on that dark surface, there were sporadic rays of sunlight, reflecting a light gray spot, revealing its metallic true face.

"No, I don't feel any magic fluctuations...... Or maybe it's a new type of construct, but anyway, Lord Count, I hope you'll be ready to order all mages to prepare for magical defense. ”

The Iron Golem was expensive to build, but it was worth the money, and Wilson could scarcely imagine what would happen to a large iron lump of several thousand pounds when it burst into a team, and for a group of ordinary people who could not invoke any magical powers, even if it could only roll, the damage it could do was enormous.

Thankfully, these magical constructs are not invincible, and their heaviness is also a huge disadvantage, with quicksand, fossils in mud, lightning and acid...... With preparation, an Iron Golem can even be a valuable trophy if tactics are done correctly.

But......

The mage blinked, and the calculation in his heart didn't seem to make him feel that he was winning, but the gray metal reflection in his eyes seemed to expand in an instant, cold, bringing him a chill that penetrated deep into his bone marrow! A dull roar shattered the silence of the battlefield, and the Count's narrowed eyes jumped for a moment, and he noticed a faint cloud of smoke rising from the huge metal.

Why, those stupid guys, broke their toys?

The feeling of schadenfreude flashed through the Count's mind, but before it could be captured, it was replaced by another thought--that after that low roar, a strange sound entered the Count's ears, a bit like the sharp sound of an arrow breaking through the air, but a little sharper, like someone playing a broken bagpipe, or a lame whistle, hoarse and sharp, and in an instant from far to near.

Nickerson raised his head keenly, trying to discern what the sound was coming from in the air...... Although he concluded that he had never heard a similar sound before, he somehow developed an unusual disgust for the sound.

But in the next moment, he let go of the strange thoughts—all of which were thrown out of his mind after a loud, dull explosion hit his eardrums. The terrible roar even pressed the breath he was about to exhale back into his throat!

"What's going on?"

The terrible roar was a deadly poison to the horses, and they immediately began to agitate, even the perfectly trained mount under Nexon, so that His Excellency had to pull on his reins and take a breath late to turn his head to look.

What caught his eye was a cloud of smoke and dust rising into the air, flames rising, closing above the billowing smoke, rolling out a thick (to be continued......