West of the Green River Valley, the Mountain of Corpses in the Sea of Blood.

The military, and even the more sizable mercenary groups, have separate professions in charge of reconnaissance. Depending on the unit they are in and the focus of their reconnaissance, they are also called by different names, such as the most common scout, the sentry in the cavalry unit, the spies who go deep behind enemy lines, and so on...... In some small and medium-sized mercenary groups that are not yet fully established, even ranged professions such as rangers can temporarily play the role of scouts, and even high-level professionals such as "Hawkeye Marksman" who are responsible for long-range reconnaissance have been developed on this basis.

Similarly, classes such as Mage and Priest can learn some of the Scouting spells, but due to the rarity of the Wizard class, they have a greater role in support. As a result, mages tend not to leave the army to go it alone, and if they lose more than they gain, they usually follow the troops, occasionally conducting short-range detailed reconnaissance missions.

It is precisely because of the existence of these various reconnaissance methods that ambush warfare, which sounds like a tactic that should be effective, has rarely been successfully used in the history of continental warfare, at least in large-scale military engagements. However, who would have thought that there would be such a large-scale divine art as the "Curtain of Light" that blinded the vision, and the Anlan reinforcements, who were moving quickly in a rapid marching formation, swaggered into the opponent's ambush circle.

Supposedly, this was their own territory, and they were very familiar with the nearby terrain, so they didn't send too many scouts. After all, their purpose was to rush to the aid quickly, and it was impossible to wait for the scouts to investigate in detail before setting off. And they are also confident enough to observe possible enemy armies with the naked eye. Therefore, all things considered, they were not worried about encountering enemy attacks.

Most of the parents and relatives of this group of troops stationed in the Golden Trade Road were in the Green River Valley, and they saw the "Light-forged Hammer" suspended in the air from a distance. Already worried, they couldn't help but speed up their march. However, they didn't know what to do, and the other party's target was not the Green River Valley they wanted to help, but themselves.

Innedil shouted in a clear voice, and with a wave of his hand, the "curtain of light" that covered the sky and the earth was dispersed. The army that was ready to attack rushed straight down like a huge tide, cutting the unprepared Anlan reinforcements into two sections. The priests beside Innedil stood up, and the light fell from the prayers. Shields and enhanced magic rained down on the warriors who rushed forward.

The clergy of the Holy See of Light is the greatest reliance of the army under the command of Innedir. A wide range of power-up spells, from the shield of light to mitigate damage, to healing to save the wounded, to the word of punishment for evil and the chant to boost morale...... Compared to the priests of other gods, the priest who believes in the god of light is the most comprehensive profession of magic. It is precisely because of these all-rounders on the battlefield that Innerdir dared to lead the newly formed "new army" with no war experience to attack the Duchy of Anlan. With such a powerful assistance, the army under his command was able to exert a multiplier of combat effectiveness.

For example, now.

The Papal Army under the blessing of priest magic. Like a sharp sword, it cut into the somewhat scattered formation of the Anlan army, and instantly split it into several isolated parts. The Anlan army, which was caught off guard, suddenly fell into a panic, and the futile individual soldiers tried to resist, but they could only scatter and run under the impact of wave after wave of the opponent.

The battle, which turned into an organized massacre, was dominated by the side that seized the opportunity and gained an absolute advantage.

Violet Tower.

After listening carefully to the scout's intermittent reports, Dios and the others couldn't help but look at each other. At the same time gasped.

"You take your breath, don't worry. Say it again slowly. As the scout's immediate superior, Syyl, who was sitting on the side, commanded softly.

"Yes, Deputy Commander," the scout nodded, taking a deep breath and describing as thoroughly as he could. "Yesterday we handed in the battle report on the attack of the Holy See troops on the Green River Valley, several adults should have already read it, right? The officials who stayed in the Green River Valley urgently ordered the Anlan garrison stationed in the Liujin Trade Road to quickly return to help...... They set out early this morning, but they were only twenty or thirty miles away from the Green River Valley, and they were ambushed by the other party,......"

"Ambush...... An ambush in that kind of terrain?" muttered Dios. I was a little puzzled, "What was the outcome of the battle?" and ...... Is there any specific information about that ambush?"

"Specific information is still being gathered," the scout said in a deep voice, "but so far, the Anlan army has been completely defeated, and there is no one in ten, and it has completely lost any combat ability. Some of the 'new forces' of the Holy See are following the pursuit, and the main force still exists, and the number of losses is not large. ”

Herseus, who was on the side, frowned and interjected, "What about the movements of the remaining Holy See troops?"

"With the exception of the pursuing troops, the remaining Papal troops rested in place. The scout hurriedly reported.

"What...... Rest in place?" Herseus thought for a moment, then his face suddenly changed, and he turned his head and asked urgently, "Dios, how much combat power can be mobilized in the valley now?"

"Can mobilize combat effectiveness?" Dios heard Herseus's inquiry, thought for a moment, and his face became solemn, "In terms of the current mercenary group, there are probably only 1,500 people with preliminary combat ability. Did Master Herseus mean ...... Their goal is us?"

This showed the military quality of everyone present, and the Herseus people were old and sophisticated, and Dios only needed a little reminder to suddenly understand. Cyalil waited until Dios asked to understand, but Brooke was still scratching his head and looking a little confused...... As for Bai Ji, looking at her expression, her face was innocent, as if she didn't think about it at all.

"Aren't they going to attack the Green River Valley?" asked Cyrell, who had come to her senses. She always thought that the other party's ambush was just a siege point to send reinforcements, and the ultimate target was the Green River Valley.

"The Holy See army has a camp outside the Green River Valley, why do they need to rest on the battlefield?" Herseus stood up, pointing to the map and explained, "It can be seen that their target is not the Green River Valley, and they will attack after resting. And around here, where else is there but us in the Green River Valley?"

"Counting the rest and march, they will be able to reach the valley as early as tonight......" Dios calculated the distance on the map, and after a moment's thought, Huo Ran stood up and ordered, "We must act immediately, Bai Ji, you go and inform the ogre tribe to prepare for battle...... Sayyl, continue to send scouts, keeping an eye on the movements of the opposing army, but be careful not to get too close. Also, if possible, try to check for any traces of the Stone Pope and Inedil in the opposing army. ”

"Since they can abandon the Green River Valley that they can easily capture, their target must be the Magic Tower and the Path of the Lightseeker," Herseus shook his head and sighed as he watched Bai Ji and Cyrell walk out quickly, "So I'm ninety percent sure that the 'Stone Pope' and Inedil must be in the army, and may even have prepared a very powerful magic for us." ”

"Master Herseus, Mr. Brooke," Dios nodded in agreement, turning to look at the two mages and asked, "If that's the case, then a terrifying move like the 'Lightforge Hammer' may not be applied to the battlefield. Both of them have some control over the magic tower, so I wonder how powerful the Dao can be?"

"The two of us can exert about sixty percent of the power together," Herseus pinched his fingers for a moment and replied, "but with my control over the power of the flames, even sixty percent of the power should be able to resist the large-scale destructive magic that the other party is ready to do." But on the frontal battlefield, it's hard for me to spare the strength to support. ”

"I know," Dios took a deep breath and leaned over to pick up the sword and shield on the ground, "Prepare with peace of mind, the army of the Holy See, let me stop it." ”

"Wait, Dios," Herseus stopped him suddenly, pointing to the wooden box on the table, "this is the seal of Count Allegri, and Anlan has left a thousand or so troops left behind in the town outside the valley, with which you can transfer them into the valley to assist in the defense." ”

"Please rest assured," Dios picked up the wooden box in his arms, turned around without hesitation, strode out of the magic tower, and shouted,

"Guards, blow the trumpet, gather the mercenary group!"

On an autumn afternoon, the sun is shining but not scorching.

The long yellow grass leaned down, and the cold wind kissed the corners of Innedir's robes, and the clothes flew hunting.

"What a merciless war...... he tightened his shirt a little sadly, sighed lightly, and looked like a weak white-clothed scribe. However, the half-inch thick blood and minced flesh under his feet, as well as the sight of corpses strewn all over the ground in front of him, completely destroyed this bleak artistic conception.

Who would like to believe that this handsome and noble son-like figure is the initiator of this hell on earth.

"Order the remaining army in the Green River Valley, leave three thousand cavalry on guard, and the rest of the troops immediately follow up and converge. He thought for a moment and ordered softly.

"According to our intelligence, the defenders of the Violet Valley are less than two thousand men, and they are all young birds who have never been to the battlefield, and even if they have the advantage of the terrain, we have an overwhelming advantage. Is it really necessary to take the whole army on it?" the general beside him cautiously suggested, "Why don't we divide our troops into two routes, and attack the Violet River Valley while also occupying the Green River Valley?"

"Goshawk fights rabbits, do your best," Innedil said lightly, "If there is any omission, won't all the work done be wasted?" ”

The general bowed down, leaving him alone on the grassy slope, leaving a series of pale blood-colored footprints behind him.

An inexplicable uneasiness suddenly welled up in his heart, and he turned to look in Ranken's direction, and a flash of doubt flashed in the deepest part of his eyes. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)