Scene 223 Dusk or Dawn

Scene 223: Dusk or Dawn

The red flag cavalry fell apart in the forest, and the red swallow-tailed flags collapsed. ⊥E Novels, www.e

There was silence around Pallas, and the experienced general's knuckles holding onto the hilt of the sword turned a little white - it was the group of Lubis' mercenaries from the intelligence report, and the other party actually tolerated it so far.

The old knight closed his eyes, and there was a deep exhaustion in the wrinkles on his face. Sir Wade was a young man he admired, but there was no room for regret in the war, and Eruin had already shed too much blood. When he opened his eyes again, there was only cold persistence in his dim eyes.

Now that the rebels have shown their cards, the outcome has been decided.

"Come on, knights of Denel, and add a touch of glory to your glory." He waved his hand, as if leaving the victory and defeat entirely to those young guys.

There was a cheer, and all the knights from the Gendenel Territory, those silver-level warriors cheered in unison.

But this cheer could not arouse the slightest joy in Pallas's heart.

Because Eruin was already asleep, just like him, the old man's eyes looked through the dusk on the horizon, as if he had seen the thick darkness. There was a time when even victory could not bring the color of hope, and all that could be seen in the eyes was the color of thick blood.

What exactly went wrong?

"The Knights have moved." A cold voice came from Yuta's ear. The female mercenary leader turned around and saw Medisa's unchanging face. The little elf girl's sullen face was quite cute, and It has a bit of an elf royal family, princess and general flavor.

Juta nodded.

Victory or defeat can be determined by a thought, even she can see it. It's just that she can't see the chance of victory yet. The previous battle consumed a lot of her physical strength. Even in front of this elf princess, she can't maintain her posture and is out of breath.

Just like this line of defense, anyone can see that it is already crumbling.

But Juta couldn't help but look at Medissa in front of her with some confusion. She was wondering whether it was the pride of the elf or some kind of anonymous self-confidence that supported this little girl to remain calm under such circumstances. .

But where does her confidence come from.

The female mercenary leader panted slightly,

For the first time, he didn't even care about the anxious look from his 'people' behind him, and turned around and asked sincerely: "How should we deal with it?"

A woman's pride forced her not to bow her head. She wanted to see where the other party's general-like confidence came from. E Novel Network (wWw.Exiao ￠shuo.cOM) She is obviously a child, how can she understand everything on the battlefield? Does this elf girl really understand what she is facing?

Jutta is very suspicious——

But Medissa was sober.

"Blow the trumpet," she said.

Jutta looked at the elf princess in disbelief. Even though she was covered in silver armor, she still looked like a childish general at the moment.

"What about Madara?"

Blowing the trumpet is a signal to mobilize the cavemen, but it is not a secret that the cavemen contain Madara's final strength. Both sides of the battlefield know this. This is the last reserve of both sides on the battlefield, and whoever invests the reserve first will lose the war.

Medissa glanced at her, grabbed the spear beside her with a calm movement, and replied: "Bear me horses, I will lead them myself."

"I..." Yuta was suddenly speechless. She grabbed Medisa's shoulders: "My people can't accompany you to death..."

"What about you?" Medisa tilted her head and asked her.

"I..." Yuta took a deep breath and nodded: "I will accompany you, little sister."

Medissa smiled.

When the long horn sound sounded in the forest, it was like an ancient song. Both sides of the war seemed to feel a kind of vastness coming from the ancient forest.

With the dragon horn trombone playing, Pallas suddenly felt that time was reversed and he was back to the days of military war. On the battlefield of the Holy War, there is only blood-for-blood fighting. The old alliance is no longer there. It was a war without glory, but it was a medal for veterans.

He licked his dry lips.

"It's a caveman."

"The cavemen showed up."

"Are you going to fight to the death?"

"These rebels...are really respectable enemies."

"Where did they come from?"

Yes, where did these people come from? The old knight suddenly felt a little confused. These were by no means ordinary rebels. These were the best Eruin warriors. But why are the outstanding Eruin people always shedding their own blood? The old knight suddenly had the idea of ​​​​seeing the young man named Brando. ￠￡e￠￡Novel￠￡.net, www.Exi aoSHUO.COM￠

He couldn't help but think that maybe one day, the Eruin people could reunite again. But who will make this happen? Is it the dukes in the north, or the isolated and helpless princess?

Pallas felt that he might not be able to see that day. He closed his eyes, as if he wanted to find the footprints of the late Lord Ek in his dream.

"My lord?" the knights around asked hesitantly.

"Inform Madara." Pallas's closed eyes never opened again, and the old knight replied a little tiredly. The knight nodded and retreated, but at this moment, cheers suddenly came from the forest.

"What's wrong?"

Pallas narrowed his eyes and looked over, and his knights also turned back at the same time. The cheers came from the camp where the mage group was located. Those chattering guys seemed to be celebrating something.

The old knight frowned in displeasure.

"It seems that the wizards discovered that the forest they created across the way is not all real. A large part of it is an illusion. They have been thinking of a way to solve this illusion before, and they finally found a way just now." A messenger immediately replied.

Pallas snorted softly. The thirty-man mage group had almost no effect in the previous battle, causing the outstanding young men under him to lose an unknown amount; although the guys in robes had explained It is said that this is because they have been fighting against a wizard in the other camp who is far more powerful than them. However, the old knight has always believed that this is just an excuse. Isn't the wizard who is more powerful than them a gold-level wizard? How could such a talent exist among the rebels?

Sure enough, those nagging guys couldn't be trusted, he couldn't help but think so. However, the other party was still doing business at this time. Although he was suspected of sharing the credit, it was not convenient for him to say anything more. He just nodded to show that he understood.

But I didn't expect that the wizards moved very quickly. The sound of chanting in unison soon sounded in the forest below, and then a huge wave of magic power made even ordinary soldiers in the forest feel their hair stand on end.

Magical power fluctuations that even ordinary people can sense cannot escape the eyes of truly professional spellcasters. In fact, as soon as Denel's wizard cast a spell, Ciel sensed the movement on the other side. However, the young mage attendant looked at the apprentice who came to ask for instructions, and just shook his head:

"Don't worry about it, let them take it apart."

"Let them dismantle it?" The apprentice was a little confused.

"Nonsense, that thing is meant to scare people. What's the point of the war now? Those idiots like to waste magic power, so just let them go. How low does your intelligence have to be before you go crazy with those idiots? "Charlton suddenly showed an expression of hatred for steel, and he nodded the other person's forehead: "When fighting between wizards, you need to use your head more, do you understand?"

The apprentice was scolded so hard that he nodded quickly. In fact, as a mentor, Ciel is definitely not the best choice. At least in terms of patience, this young mage attendant is not even as good as his master.

He looked at all the wizards and wizard apprentices in robes below, and shook his head: "Don't say I didn't remind you to keep more magic power to prepare for the final battle. I didn't bring you here just to let you. Explain here."

"Of course," Ciel shrugged: "If a person insists on dying because of his stupidity, then I have no choice but to do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another much louder cheer in the forest. Everyone turned back and looked towards the north bank of the Gris River. This time, the cheers came from all the ordinary soldiers from Gendenel, Pallas, Grizzly Territory and Grusz, and even the mountain people cheered.

Because the illusion of the forest is dissolving.

This is good news for everyone in Denel's army. It seems to herald the arrival of the final victory. Their enemies have lost the last barrier.

Tagus and his black knight guards stood like a shadow in the forest, the unique golden pupils of the vampires shining with indifference, as if the outcome of this war, or the war itself, had nothing to do with them. of. Behind them was an army of thousands of undead. Because they didn't need to breathe, the entire army was as silent as a steel wall.

The one-eyed general's eyes fell on the caveman troops covered in thick armor.

"Caveman Stormtroopers." He said, putting down his iron gloves and turning back: "This is the trump card of those humans. Let's go, I want a Madara-style victory - for His Majesty the Emperor!"

The black knights drew out their sharp scimitars and responded in a low voice: "With the will of the mercury staff."

But at this time, another horn sounded in the forest.

A long, lingering sound in the woods.

Tagus paused.

He seemed to be listening.

"It's the attack number."

How dare they attack? Pallas felt that he suddenly closed his mouth, and all the Jeandener soldiers who were cheering also closed their mouths. Because behind the melting forest, they actually saw something that shouldn't belong there.

"Attention all troops! A strange army has appeared on the left wing!"

"The other party didn't respond to the signal, maybe it's the enemy!"

The shouts of the messengers echoed one after another.

…

This was exactly what Brando saw when he separated the branches of the trees in front of him. Rows of elven archers riding Pegasus also appeared from both sides of him. He turned back and glanced at Quinir:

"Where do you think their chief is?"

"You humans should call him General. I think it's on top of that mountain."

"I say this just to do as the Romans do." Brando looked at the tree elf leader in surprise.

"We don't have the term Warchief. What you're talking about is the orcs..." Quinir couldn't help but bared his teeth.

"Absolutely," Brando shrugged, looking at the rolling forest in front of him and the Gris River that was almost dyed red: "But I don't think Pallas is stupid enough to expose himself so obviously. That place may be the position of one of his knight lords, well..."

He thought for a moment: "But it's about the same. As a surprise, I think it's enough."

Brando turned his head again: "Scout, have you cleared the enemy's whistle?"

"It has been cleaned up," a centaur immediately replied: "But my lord..."

"but?"

"A hunter's cabin was discovered..."

"Hunter's cabin?"

…

(: I haven’t recovered from my cold yet. I had several nosebleeds yesterday. It’s tragic. It’s another two updates. Students, please continue to vote and work hard. There will be two updates tomorrow~

In addition, here are a few questions to answer: Some students in the review area said that the background and setting are difficult to understand. How should I put it? As a self-created world, there must be a lot of background about humanities and the world. If I write these things into a setting collection , I’m afraid it’s tens of millions of words. First of all, you may not have the time to read it all, and secondly, I definitely can’t bear it either. Instead of doing this, let’s spread it out bit by bit. If you don’t understand some settings, you can choose to skip them first and just treat them as background. I will also describe the really important settings in detail and mention them repeatedly. , maybe you don’t understand it once, but you will understand it after more times.

Second, the sword in Freya's hand is not the real one, but just a name. Nymesis hopes to take the meaning of this sword to fight against Eruin's dying fate. In addition, someone asked on the Tieba yesterday whether Nimesis has traveled through time. I didn’t answer this question on the Tieba because I thought there must be many people who also want to know the answer to this question. I won’t say much about the plot, but I can I can tell you for sure that she did not come through time travel. )Ro