'Silent Words' Montella is a Druid scholar whose people have lived in the endless Germanic forests for generations. But since the HRE Emperor Frederick II personally visited him through the Swamp years earlier, Montella had led his people out of the forest and became one of the Habsburg royal family's sought-after silver-crowned magicians.

After the war for supremacy in the Balkans, the Druid scholars also accompanied the emperor to the Olympian League. However, the course of the war was not smooth, the complex terrain and changeable weather in the enemy's territory made it very difficult to provide logistics, coupled with the enemy's well-trained and heroic combat, his commander's tactical command ability was superb, and there were guerrillas in the rear who constantly harassed and resisted everywhere. All kinds of unfavorable factors caused the successive defeats of the HRE army, and the losses were extremely heavy.

The Druids were also killed or wounded in the war, and their morale became extremely low. Faced with the silent complaints of the people, Montella was worried, and also considered leaving the HRE and returning to the Great Forest. However, at this time, the continuous victories of the Olympian Alliance caused great concern among the neighboring countries, and the original ally Nicaea suddenly changed its position and cooperated with the HRE to deal with the Olympian Alliance.

During the Battle of Montenegro, the HRE army set up an ambush that not only reversed the decline in one fell swoop, but also caused Alexander III, the Emperor of the Olympian Alliance, to be seriously wounded and fall into a coma. The HRE army then counterattacked on all fronts, winning the Battle of Illyria and the Battle of Epirus, and soon occupied a large area. In terms of merit and reward, the druids received a lot of money and a lot of loot, including a lot of high-level magic equipment!

Montella's prestige reached its peak at this time, and he decided to go on the extra mile by the victory, volunteering to take part in the siege of the city of Pera and taking command of the infiltration forces behind enemy lines on the Western Front. Not long ago, the Druid scholars obtained a top-secret piece of information: Commando Ptolemy, the commander of the enemy navy and commander of the Giantport Theater, personally went to the Western Second Line to supervise the battle, accompanied by only 2,000 guards on the way, and there were almost no magicians!

Faced with the great temptation to kill or even capture the enemy's naval commander, Montella, who had always been cautious, could not resist it, and he immediately gathered various druid infiltration squads behind enemy lines and ambushed Ptolemy's way to the front......

On a vantage point on a hill on the banks of the Sermai River, hundreds of druids under the personal command of the Silent Monteria University were busy setting up magic cannons and constructing artillery positions.

"Great Elder, the enemy under the mountain seems to be moving!"

A young druid warrior hurried down from the lookout and reported to Montella, who was meditating under a large tree.

Montella nodded, opened her eyes slightly, and said, "Has the other party really noticed our actions?"

The young druid replied respectfully, "I think so, there is a lack of cover on this hill, and it is difficult to hide from the other party for a long time. Now there are signs that the enemy may mobilize forces in this direction, and we are afraid that we will have to face a counterattack from the enemy. ”

"Things are never as perfect as Jihua, this time I made a mistake, and the strength of the other party is obviously beyond what the intelligence describes. Montella said as she stood up with the support of two of her attendants, and asked, "How is the magic cannon ready?"

The young druid shook his head: "It's not going well, the circle is too depleted, and last night's rainstorm also affected the distribution of the fire element, and now the elders are working hard to repair the spell and readjust the parameters." It is estimated that it will take some time. ”

Montella lowered her head and thought for a moment, then ordered: "Immediately gather the berserker group, and in any case, don't let the enemy approach here until the magic cannon is erected!"

"Understood! Rest assured, the Great Elder will never let the enemy get even half a step closer!" the young druid said and strode away.

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On the other side, Pera's counterattack force had also been assembled, and the elite hoplites from various squads were ready to go, standing quietly in front of the position and waiting for the order to attack.

At this moment, the north wind blew in the sky, and the strong wind blew the flags around to hunt, and the knights' shawls and long hair fluttered in the wind, but everyone's faces were tense and solemn, and the battlefield was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

Ptolemy led several staff officers to a dirt slope in front of him, and hundreds of pairs of eyes on the scene silently watched his movements, only to see the commander of the navy slowly raise the golden scepter in his hand, which symbolized his power, and shouted in an impassioned voice: "Children of Pella! Warriors of Olympia! Today is the time for you to serve the motherland! We are surrounded on all sides, and if we do not fight back, there is only one way to die! Come on, you are the strongest warriors! Raise your swords and muster up your fighting spirit! Kill the enemy without leaving a single piece of armor!"

"No armor left!!" the two hundred knights roared in unison and drew their long swords, and the sharp double blades reflected a dazzling cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, flashing to make people's eyes hurt!

Ptolemy waved his hand in satisfaction and turned away.

"Brothers, follow me!"

Dmitry, a young knight at the front of the procession, stood in stirrups and shouted, brandishing a magnificent greatsword with both hands, and rushed out on his prancing horse. Immediately after, the hoplites formed a tight triangular attack formation and started one after another, slamming forward like a powerful torrent of steel!

For a while, the angry horses ran wildly, and the sand and dust were rolling, and in a short period of time, the counterattacking troops had advanced hundreds of meters, and the enemy troops in front also reacted, and they emerged from the bushes on the hillside one after another, and dense bows and arrows rained head-on!

Dmitry let out a loud shout, and the great sword swirled like a wind, and his whole body emitted a fighting aura like flames. Under his leadership, the heavily armed knights continued to rush forward in the face of the rain of arrows, and the fighting spirit of everyone gathered into a huge flame that was ten meters high, and the momentum was very amazing, and the enemy's long-range weapons could not play an effective role under this powerful protection, and the loss was negligible!

The counterattacking force continued to gallop forward, breaking through several defensive lines one after another, and the druid archers were as weak as ants in front of their iron hooves, and were trampled and shattered in an instant!

"Retreat! Retreat! The other side is too powerful! Retreat to the top of the mountain!" Soon the other side also realized that this was only a waste of effort, and the enemy's lightly armed troops had to give up resistance and flee back.

The knights chased after the fleeing enemy like wolves chasing lambs, slashing and slashing at the back, blood and flesh flying along the way! Most of the druid archers who could not escape were chased by this iron stream, screaming and being cut to the ground, and then trampled by countless horses' hooves, zuihou turned into crimson flesh and bone mud mixed with the earth, and even the corpses no longer existed!

After crossing several undulating slopes, the counterattack finally reached the foot of the target hill. At this time, most people finally saw clearly, the enemy was indeed hypothetizing a magic cannon on it! From a distance, there were several bizarre metal columns standing on the top of the mountain, and a large number of druids were surrounding them, and they didn't know what they were doing. These cylinders are full of intricate incantations, and the magic is full of magic that exudes an unusually obscene and mysterious light in the dusk of the night!

"It's really a magic cannon!" the knights exclaimed at the sight.

Dmitry couldn't help but feel nervous, if these magic cannons were ready to be completed, he was afraid that no one would be able to resist them! So he hurriedly urged the horses under his crotch to speed up, and at the same time raised his sword and shouted wildly: "Don't let them succeed! Brothers, go on! Knock over their broken iron rods together!!"

"Kill!" the knights roared in unison, and they released an amazing fighting spirit, soaring into the sky like a volcanic eruption!

At this moment, a group of unusually tall druids appeared in a bush on the mountainside, holding a large cylindrical metal totem, their eyes red, muttering to themselves, and their limbs constantly swaying with a strange twist, as if they were madly blocking the way of the knights.

"If you don't want to die, get out!!" Dmitry didn't think much about this group of weirdos, thinking that they were just ordinary enemy soldiers who were coming to die.

So he didn't care at all, and led the counterattack troops to rush straight over with a prancing horse and a sword, but he didn't expect the other party to back down. The knights continued to charge, ready to reap the lives of the enemy with their fighting spirit and sharp swords, but when the two formations were about to collide, a sudden change occurred!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the druids screamed, and their bodies suddenly swelled several times!

Their green robes burst open at once, revealing pieces of furious muscles as hard as rocks, strange tattoos covered with magical power, and hair standing up like steel nails!

"It's a druid berserker!!" the knights' eyes widened in surprise!

These Germanic Forest Druid Berserkers Liliang were very powerful and had long been known in the North. Each of them has the level of the middle and upper reaches of the sixth level, and a few of them elites can break through the tenth level! Moreover, they have a strong physique, and while ordinary swords cannot hurt them at all, the tattoos on their bodies also provide not weak anti-magic ability; they also have an inexhaustible strange power, they can tear lions with their hands, and they can also lift rocks several times their own weight for half a day! What is even more terrifying is the heavy alloy totem pole in their hands, the physical attack is powerful, and the blocker is invincible, and they also have the armor-piercing magic attribute that specially restrains the heavy warriors!

If that's not all, then the Berserkers' ruthless and bloodthirsty nature and undying fighting methods are undoubtedly the worst nightmare for their enemies!

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