Vol 3 Chapter 224

Act 224 on them

For example, in remote areas such as Tonigel and Yusong, most residents do not actually live next to the city. Even in Warnd, the more prosperous areas, the higher the degree of urbanization. Probably because of commerce and trade, etc., there are a large number of handicraft practitioners, monks, entertainers, municipal staff and their relatives in the city, and people who depend on them.

But in Tonigel, the situation is reversed. There are many scattered settlements in the wild, the farms are located on the edge of the forest, there are hunter shacks in the hills, and the centaurs found this is the case. The family still lives in the house, and they are afraid that it is Denner's scout So I brought it here.

The leaves of the trees made a loud noise, and Centauri warriors were tall, muscular, maroon, and covered with cheeks and shoulders. They wore men and women shivering, and their children, ragged. The black hair was greasy and knotted like a fugitive.

Brando glanced down at the mountain, the forest was dark, the flags of different colors staggered, but the shouting and killing sounds stopped for a while, and the whole battlefield stopped because of their sudden appearance. He noticed that the nearest Georgians were secretly adjusting their formations, and gray-green noble personal soldiers were looming in the forest.

But he didn't care and looked back: "They are not scouts, they are just fugitives."

"Master, we ..." The man's eyes flashed with horror. The fugitives were captured by the aristocracy, and most of them had to beheaded. There were many headless corpses on the avenue from Daolin to Sommer. Most of them were fugitives, and a small number were robbers.

"Who are you!" The child asked loudly, freed from his mother's pale hands.

...

The army suddenly appearing on the flank made Palas feel like a man's back, but he heard that there were only a few hundred sighs of relief from his opponent. His forefinger struck the smooth sword handle and asked, "Does the scout respond? ? "

"No."

Pallas nodded.

Hundreds of people dared to appear, and the old knight heard that the knights around him were discussing in a relaxed tone. The soldiers seem to be laughing at the enemy's self-control. Although the pride will be defeated, no general will dislike the confident army. He was very satisfied with the morale of his staff, and the enemy's reinforcements seemed to have become a laughing stock for a while.

"Those 'reinforcements' are standing still!"

"Haha, probably thinking about whether to retreat or desert."

"Coward, if we were caught by surprise when we only appeared, we might be surprised, and wasted time."

"It can be said that they can withstand our flanks."

"That was too incapable of the Georgians."

Pallas shook his head and shook his head again. How could he consider it for the enemy? The young men under his own hands were too blind, he took a breath, and replied: "No response is the enemy, let the Grussians stop them, they have enough shame."

Army heart is available.

"Let's go." The old knight pulled the mask down and stood up from the rock. An attendant had long brought his steed, and he was around, and the knights were ready to go.

A few variables on the battlefield did not change his decision. Pallas, though cautious, had a decision as a general. He nodded to the attendant, and the metal ring made a rattle when it rubbed. The attendant in leather armor picked up the horn hanging around his waist, slammed his cheeks, and blew through the forest with a clear call to battle—

Then countless soldiers came out of the forest, wearing red and blue jerseys, wearing iron helmets, wearing swords around their waists, holding a shield in their hands, and iron guards stepping on the dead wood to make a clicking sound.

The squad of soldiers converged into a torrent, as if filling up all the gaps between the trees, the mountains and the fields appeared. The aristocratic private troops lined up several huge square arrays, just like the water flowing slowly through the position, scattered arrows were thrown into it, and even if an individual fell occasionally, the soldiers behind would immediately fill the empty seats. The enemies in front of me seemed endless, giving people a sense of weakness.

The army was approaching.

The resistance mercenaries in the forest couldn't help lowering the bow in their hands. When the tens of thousands of troops appeared at the same time, the momentum was enough to make the earth tremble.

Everyone swallowed.

Meditha, wearing silver armor, sat on her unicorn. Her mask was closed, showing only her eyes, her small nose, and her mouth, and the elven princess pursed her lips, clutching her own shuttlecock and watching the scene silently.

Behind her are Yuta, Fern, and nearly a thousand cavemen, cavemen slumping their waists, shrouded in dark, barbed metal armor, holding giant spears, like war monsters.

But such an army did not stand in front of Jean Denel.

Meditha watched the battle silently.

Yuta was unclear about this: "Are we not going?"

"That's not our enemy, Yuta. I never said that our target was not Madara." Meditis replied, looking at the mountain in the distance.

"It's ... but they can't stop it!" The head of the mercenary looked at the approaching army slightly nervously.

"Master Lord has his own arrangements." Matissa looked back at her, smiled slightly, and there was no doubt in her calm eyes: "You are too nervous."

"There aren't many people in Lord Lord's hands." Yuta looked at Medina strangely.

"Enough." Metisha said, "I am the chief of this reserve team. First of all, I must obey the tactical arrangements. Lord Lord said he can do it. All I have to do is trust his judgment. Our goal is Mada Pull,"

"I think I'm crazy." Yuta shook her head and muttered.

Meditha smiled: "Thank you for coming with me, Yuta."

"You're just a little girl." Yuta sighed, thinking of her sister. She felt her sabre, and suddenly she felt a bit cold.

...

Brando looked at the skinny boy. The mother ran over to protect her child in horror, looked up, and looked at him with begging eyes.

"Master Lord, the enemy moved." Someone said at this time among the mercenaries.

Brando nodded, and he turned back: "I am your legal lord, whether you are a fugitive or my lord, as long as I live in Tonigull, I will protect you. Just remember this, then enough."

After saying that, he pulled the horse and was about to leave, but to everyone's surprise at the time, the child retorted loudly: "Fool, you are all bad guys!"

"Well?" Brando froze, unable to stop.

"Dad said, if you weren't here, there would be no war."

"Master Lord ..." The man pulled over his son, looking uneasy: "He ... he ..."

Brando shook his head, and he looked back at all the people he had brought out of the Black Forest. Everyone looked at him, the tree elves, centaur, druids, and those human mercenaries. Brando nodded to them, then rolled over and dismounted, and pulled out the sword in front of the eyes.

The poor woman suddenly gave a terrified scream, but Brando came to her, held her skinny hand, shook her head gently, soothed: "It doesn't matter, don't worry."

Both the woman and the man looked at him nervously. He turned around and patted the little boy's face again: "You are a little man, I ask you a question."

The little boy stared at him.

"If one day someone would take your parents from you, what would you do?"

"They dare, I hit them!" The little boy replied rightly.

"Well said." Brando applauded: "Then I ask you, little man, if someone is going to take you away from me and take this country, what would I do?"

The little boy looked at him puzzled.

"I stun them too." Brando smiled slightly. He got on his horse, pointed his sword forward—in the forest, let the army of Dénell surge, but the two armies always looked at each other, and the situation in Tonigel and the entire Eruin had been surging for months At this moment, it seems that they are converging into this final confrontation. Who can change the fate of the kingdom? Brando looked ahead, but turned his head: "So you all heard?"

"Shit them!" The mercenaries promised abruptly.

"Had them!" The centaurs were boiling with blood, and this was the life they were pursuing, chasing battles that were given glory, until the last drop of blood ran out. Perhaps the war itself is meaningless, but the most precious things between guarding faith and hope are always worthy of respect.

The tree elves put their bows on their chests, and they sang in unison the war songs that circulated between humans and elves in their early years.

The eagle Zhang Yu, the crossbow is soaring, the light defeats the darkness, hopes to guard the faith——

It was an ancient ballad circulated in the pre-War period. At that time, the intelligent beings on the earth could unite against the dark dragon and sign a sacred and solemn vow. But in a blink of an eye, who remembers it all?

Brando and Quinill laughed.

"How to fight," the elf leader asked.

"You stop the army of Jean-Denell," Brando replied lightly. "Since Palas wanted to stop the Grussians from me, I'll smash his left wing and show him. I like to look down on people, and from now on I hope they remember this lesson. "

"Are you alone?" Quinill looked at him in surprise.

"I'm alone?" Brando shook his head with a smile, and he turned his head, placing his index finger and thumb on his lips and blowing a long whistle. The whistle sounded far and wide in the dark coniferous woodlands, and was heard by everyone on both sides of the war.

There was a sudden silence in the forest.

Suddenly, a howling came from a distance. Then a moment later, the howls of each other echoed through the forest, and the distant howling wolf seemed to be approaching this side at some amazing speed, but for a moment, the howling sound was clearly in the ear.

The earth began to tremble, like galloping horses.

Pallas stopped the reins of the war horse and stopped, the old knight's face changed slightly under the iron mask, all the knights around him stopped at the same time, and turned back in the direction of the howling.

Wolves, and not just ordinary wolves.

The inhabitants living on the edge of the Black Forest are, of course, most aware of the creatures from which the howls came. "Black wolf!" The mountain people were the first to mess up. These people who have lived in the wild for generations have countless myths about these scary creatures.

There was only one thing they could think of at the moment.

Wolf tide.

"The wolf tide is here!"

The old knight's face suddenly turned pale.

Quiniel looked on the horse like a knife, and Brando, who was standing among the galloping wolves, seemed to see the wolf shepherd in myth. Brando smiled back at him and said, "Is that enough?"

Queenie didn't speak, but raised her bow to him with one hand and made a tree elf gesture.

Suddenly, countless flying horses rose from the forest.

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(Ps: The cold is a little better, but I have to go out to get some medicine, so I will go here today. Tomorrow Brando will start to kill and kill. You know, maybe I will give a small outbreak.

In addition, in the book review area, ‘I ’ll fit together to form a chest’ or something, do you take care of yourself, dare you be more inconvenient? What Brando felt was indeed an artifact reaction, and the Lionheart Sword was indeed a fantasy weapon. As for the reason, guess it yourself.

Also, you, the shadow mother, secretly said that I had discovered bad things in the book review area. Yezhe or something is a bug in itself ...)