Scene 330 Holy White's Battle XIV
The sun is like a bright sword, piercing through the mist. On the highlands, there are flowers, and the river is as brilliant as silver, but rows of spears break through the fog from the forest, and the highland infantry in armor marches side by side, and countless swallowtail flags and spear flags come into view one by one. Each is painted with the coat of arms of the leading knight, from lions to pelicans, thorns to wreaths without repeating.
Finn's Column, Constantine's Column, Bree's Column, the Northern Allied Forces are gathering, the spears win the forest on the blossoming Kawano, the snow-like spear tip undulates slightly with the breath of the noble infantry, weaving a few miles away A shiny ribbon.
Looking far away from Mount Unker, the south seems to have become a dark ocean. Flags float on the ocean, and the reflections of weapons flash from time to time. Brando pursed his lips tightly. This was the real battle. Only at this moment did he have the illusion of returning to the past.
Everyone clenched the long sword in their hands, unaware that the tiger's mouth was white; the private soldiers of the nobles forgot to even breathe, and opened their mouths wide to look at the boundless army.
And after the army, there are still several tails that are flowing in. Tens of thousands, the word only reflects its unprecedented oppressive force at this moment, tens of thousands of people breathing together seems to make the wind stagnate.
The zephyr on the highlands of Marl is subsiding.
The air became hot and stagnant, a sign of a storm. On the dazzling green meadow, a knight was speeding away from the main formation of the Northern Allied Forces like a dark cloud. The knight raised his spear high and trotted all the way in the northern position brazenly.
"Look at that, that's the genius knight of the Gangyue people (1). The Earl intends to designate him as the captain of the column, and it is said that he is replacing his father."
"A twenty-year-old column leader?"
"Because he is a genius. I heard that Lord Viscount fought several beautiful battles in Donito Quining Lions. It was a miraculous victory. The veterans who fought with him called him 'Wanag', you know? 'Wanagg' is the hero of mountain folklore."
"veteran?"
"It's the veterans who participated in the November War. He can command them. Only he can command them. I heard that the Earl intends to train him to be the next generation of army commander."
"That's too outrageous."
"It's possible. It is rumored that Lord Viscount is the closed disciple of Dalusi, the Sword Saint of the Earth. Think about it, before Master Sword Saint became famous, didn't people also call him 'Wanag'?"
"I don't think it's possible, but I heard that Lord Darus has descendants? Who knows where he went, maybe Lord Viscount is the descendant of that Lord. Lord Darus is still a descendant after all. I don't want to see Aruin split..."
The soldiers talked a lot. In the end, I can't help but be in awe. In the era of the kingdom's recovery, the Sword Saint Darus left a legendary reputation in Aruin, and his mysterious retreat at the end added a lot of color to this legend. The common people all believe that the Sword Saint of the Earth is the patron saint of the kingdom, and one day he will come out with his sword again when the kingdom is in danger.
In "Amber Sword", such a statement is even widely circulated among some players. Eruin players even re-improved the military swordsmanship left by Darus. But no one, including Brando, would have thought that the patron saint of the kingdom. In the end, nothing escaped the trial of time.
And by that last hope,
Also submerged under Butch's ashes.
Brando held the long sword in his hand, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.
Viscount von Daughnin raised his head high and high-spirited. If you look closely, you will find that this rider covered in silver armor is the young man standing next to Vitokin a few days ago, and it is also the knight captain who clashed with Brando before the auction. He was a gifted knight of the Nayotes, revered even by veterans of the November War, who thought he might be the next Juggernaut of the Earth.
Viscount von Daughnin also thought so deeply.
Holding a spear in his hand, he drove a heavy ground dragon and slowly trotted around the main position of the Northern Allied Army. The cloak behind him was like a golden flame, and the soldiers of the Northern Allied Army cheered and shouted like landslides and tsunami as he passed. by:
"Wagner! Wagner!"
"Wagner! Wagner!"
There were glistening beads of sweat on the young man's forehead, and when he still held his head high, he came to Earl Vitokine's side. Lord Earl nodded in satisfaction. The White Lion Legion has produced heroes in large numbers, but the Black Blade Legion is not without successors, especially no one who has been honored as a veteran of the November War. The battle was perfect, just like the young sword master Darus back then.
Although Earl Vittorkin dismissed the rumors circulating in the mouths of the lower ranks of soldiers, but if one day von Daughnin became another sword master of the earth, then the Black Blade Legion might not surpass the White Lion Legion one day. He took the spear from the young man—the commander holds the spear first, which is an important belief of the Black Blade Legion, but now there is only this ceremony left——Count Vitokin asked indifferently: "See the princess clearly?" Is it the position?"
"See clearly, Lord Earl!"
"how?"
"To the point of arrogance."
Under the shadow at the foot of Angerk Mountain, three huge phalanxes were silent. Thousands of noble private soldiers lined up on the north bank of the stream. The first three rows held four or five-meter-long spears. The giant shield reflected the sunlight—these oddly shaped tower shields did not resemble any of the human arms, but rather resembled the throat of Anse, the field force of the silver elves back then.
A heavy silver barrier lay in front of the Northern coalition forces.
"It's the genius of the Nayoite." Brando put on a full set of knight armor for the first time, and sat on the back of a war horse in the center of the phalanx. Hearing what Earl Odin said, he also raised his head Looking at the proud knight in front of the northern coalition in the distance.
"The Black Blade Legion fought against the Golden-Maned Lion of Torquein in the north. Viscount von Daughnin fought against the enemy with no less than a quarter of his troops, inserted into the enemy's rear, and burned the granary of the Golden-maned Lion of Torquinen. .Forcing the Temple of the Earth not to retreat for the time being, Makaro once said that this person must be the future star of Eruin. Mr. Brando, you need to be careful about this person.” Princess Griffin whispered behind Brando reminded.
Brando's calm expression moved under the raised visor, and he smiled lightly.
He has nothing to be careful about. It is the other party who should be careful. In history, this person was killed for Freya, and now Aruin's Valkyrie is on this battlefield. The Lord Viscount is afraid of bad luck.
Sir Wolf Overwell noticed Brando's expression. Can't help smiling slightly: "Why. It seems that Mr. Brando has an old relationship with this person?"
Brando nodded.
Not only is he old, this man owes him a duel.
"Princess Griffin didn't let the non-commissioned officers form the core of the central position."
The old knight Laird took the binoculars away from his eyes, and the corners of his eyes covered with crow's feet moved slightly with his gradually frowning brows, "Which army is that?"
"Look at the flag is Odin's private army."
"It's so arrogant." The Marquis of Balta also sighed, "It seems that the continuous victories have made Her Highness underestimate the enemy. I am afraid that this battle will be won in one battle."
These words were exactly what most of the front-line noble commanders thought in the hearts of the present——the battle will determine the outcome; it seems that Martha still prefers the north. Although the Sifah royal family was deprived of glory, the Corkova family Why not? Count Vitokine couldn't help closing his eyes, thankful that he was not on the wrong team.
It's a win.
On the battlefield——
The left and right wings of the princess' army extended back to Mount Angerke, giving way to the two hills of Marchenko Mountain and Veleko Mountain in the south. Form a huge battlefield belt relying on the center.
The main position becomes the center and salient part of the entire battlefield. Her Royal Highness intends to use this central axis to mobilize the balance of power on the entire battlefield.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: "What a boldness, what a great handwriting."
Unfortunately.
"But as long as the central axis is defeated, the princess's army will lose its support," Viscount von Daughnin pointed to the shadow of Angle Mountain in the north, and analyzed with high spirits: "The whole battlefield will be divided by us, and they have to Fighting each other, defeat is only an instant."
"How could Overwell make such a mistake, he is a lone wolf in the kingdom!" A noble officer asked loudly.
"Because he wants to pursue a stronger initiative. This is the character of that lone wolf. He endures and lurks, and he will kill with one blow!" The Viscount replied confidently.
"Where are the cadets of Naga and the Royal Knight Academy?"
"It must be on the left and right wings!" Viscount von Daughnin replied word by word.
Everyone understood, Earl Vittorkin raised his head and stared at the shadow of Mount Unker for a long time. After a long while, his eyes fell on the young man on the dragon's back: "Viscount Von Dougnin, do you dare to be the vanguard of the new king?"
Viscount von Daughnin was filled with ecstasy. He knew that this was his best chance to become famous and go down in history, so he immediately raised his head high, "Naturally."
The orderly soldiers shuttled back and forth, and the orders of the nobles interweaved and resounded on the Kawano field, connecting them together. The banners of the Northern Allied Forces were being passed back and forth, and then the army began to move slowly.
Everyone held their breath, and Brando suddenly felt a coolness on his forehead.
got windy.
"Spear!"
"Advance, keep in line!" The first to advance was the Bree column from Berthas (1). Iron gauntlets are fastened. The Bree infantry is well-disciplined, and their uniform blue and white war robes are connected into one piece. Looking down from above, it looks like a blue and white ribbon on the meadow that is slowly separating from the Northern Allied Forces.
Viscount von Daughnin rode on the huge ground dragon, and led his rangers to follow the infantry in formation. As far as the eye could see, two thin rows of infantry crossed the entire river valley. The undulating terrain is looming, and the flags are flying, but there are hundreds of them.
Although he knew that this wave of attacks was just a test, but it was inevitable that people would feel a surge of excitement. This is the real battle, how many people can see it with their own eyes? Not to mention participating in it personally. What's more, he knew that this battle would be his famous one.
Since then, von Dougnen has been another name that shines in the history of Aruin.
He raised the spear in his hand and shouted hoarsely: "I will take the spear first, and you will win from me! Long live Eruin! Long live the king!"
The cheers of a landslide and tsunami.
The rolling roar caused ripples in Earl Odin's noble private soldiers like water patterns. The private soldiers clenched the spears in their hands one by one, sweating like a fountain, but they didn't know it. Earl Odin looked at his nervous subordinates and couldn't help sighing. This plan is too bold, how can his subordinates be competent?
He looked back at Brando.
There was no trace of worry on Brando's face, he was listening to Her Royal Highness on the side with a calm expression. "I've heard Mrs. Overwell talk about Mr. Brando's heroic behavior in Riddenburg that day, but I don't know what happened when Mr. Brando launched the charge?" Princess Griffin looked at the northern army. , is also complexion as usual.
At that time.
Brando smiled, "I didn't think too much about it, but people have to survive. The same is true for nobles and civilians. In front of life, there is no difference."
"Is this what Mr. Brando wants to warn me?" Her Royal Highness asked sharply.
"No, it's just an idea."
Princess Griffin glanced at him.
Brando was counting silently in his heart, and he suddenly turned around and asked, "Antitina, how long is it?"
"Less than ten meters, my lord."
The staff lady yawned behind him, and replied limply with red eyes.
The well-dressed infantry brigade of the Burai people is slowly advancing along the river valley in a row. For them, the position of the princess army on the north bank where the stream meets is still a gray line that cannot be seen clearly. No one would have thought that they would What was the attack at this time.
The priests of the Temple of Flame who accompanied the army began to sing prayers, and the hymns echoed over the wilderness forest, and golden lights descended from the sky from time to time, blessing the infantry.
This is the flame protection spell, a large-area blessing that adds 1 point of protection and 1 point of fire damage to the subject. However, the added protection of this spell conflicts with the armor, so the lighter the armor, the more complete the benefits will be, which complements the Bree infantry.
But this is the time.
Everyone on the entire battlefield saw a flash of light suddenly emanating from the Bulei infantry formation, several Bulei infantrymen were immediately thrown high, and their corpses fell on the grass full of flowers like puppets.
Then the thunder-like explosion sounded throughout Kawano——
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