The dwarf spat on the axe, grabbed the corners of his sleeves and polished the ax until it was shiny. He held the battle ax tightly and raised his head while mumbling. Above the dwarf's head, in the howling north wind, a flag was fluttering like a dazzling flame, with the silhouette of a gray rhino drawn on it.
A longing figure is walking out of the edge of the forest, like a ghost from ancient legends, lingering at the end of the forest.
"Come on, let me see what you are capable of." Silisa muttered, turning the ax over with his stubby hands. A pair of small eyes embedded next to his big nose were looking attentively. In that direction, "Let's see if you are bragging or if you can really defeat these people."
The dwarf had a trembling beard, held the ax tightly with both hands, lowered his shoulders, opened his mouth slightly - revealing a mouth of white teeth, and suddenly shouted: "Vah Adaaaam——!"
Waves of deep voices echoed.
Feimon Gray Flame pushed away his deputy and came to the edge of Juma. With his scorched yellow eyes, he silently looked at the boundary line of the forest glade - the gray figures, one flag after another, Spreading beneath the forest canopy. He could distinguish at least two categories, one was a gray background with flowing wind patterns drawn on it - and three types of battle robes of different colors.
The wind brought a low roar that lingered in his ears.
It's like thousands of voices echoing together, shocking people. It's like seeing the scenery from the south of Eldron in an instant, with low valley forests, gurgling streams, high mountains, and white snow. In the wilderness, the gray-maned dwarves were smearing the blood of frost lizards on their cheeks, holding high their black war hammers, and launching an overwhelming attack on their enemies.
'He' vaguely remembered that scene, as if he was dreaming back to that era. The chill in the snowy wind made him shiver involuntarily. He saw rows of adventurers walking out of the forest. He had never thought that these people would be so disciplined and silent, as if they were a real army.
No one knows how they coordinate. There seems to be a silent eye in the darkness, watching this queue that spans nearly two or three miles - from beginning to end, the error will not exceed five meters. Even the Gray Knights under his command could not form such a neat formation.
Feimon Gray Flame put his hand on the horse and involuntarily exerted force. The sharp metal gloves made a creaking sound, and ice edges were falling layer by layer on the wood.
There is movement.
I don’t know where the news came from, but it spread throughout the community.
People's eyes were searching on the map, and they couldn't help but sweat for Fang Plover and others. Why should they attack the left wing? Isn't the mercenary camp on the right side of Bader Black Feather more like a weak link?
The great knight on the left is Feimon Gray Flame. This man is the highest officer of Gray Owl Town. Not only is he more familiar with the nearby terrain, he is also obviously much more difficult to deal with than the little-known knight on the right. Is not it?
Bard-Black Feather stands in the camp.
He pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and slowly rubbed the dragon-shaped counterweight with his pitch-black guard. He leaned sideways to listen to the report on the side, but did not make a decision for a long time.
He raised his head in silence, staring at the cedar crown, the pointed pine branches, and the howling wind and snow in the night sky. The wind carried the flames of the campfire, sending the embers swirling to the tops of the trees, sparkling with sparks like the light in his eyes.
The other party actually attacked Feimoen's camp, which was really great news. The main force there was the Gray Knights of the Temple. Even if they were unable to fight back, they could still sustain it for a long time.
The alliance officials standing aside were secretly happy - perhaps because the other party did not conduct intelligence analysis seriously, or perhaps because the other party did not know the arrangement at all, but they made a mistake and fell into the worst choice. However, he opened his mouth and suddenly retracted his words. He thought of this, but would the other party also think of it?
Could this be a conspiracy? Judging from the other party's previous performance, it is entirely possible. But if they stand still, what if the other party also anticipates this and uses their tactics?
The boundless night seems to amplify the panic in everyone's heart. Their understanding of this battlefield is limited to the range that the light of the bonfire in front of them can reach - the darkness in the distance swallows everything, and there are enemies lurking everywhere in the forest. .
The flames crackled and burned, and the silent silence was like spreading anxiety. The alliance officials stared at the dancing firelight, and an almost absurd thought came to their minds:
He considered these two levels, but which level was the other party on?
"We have to take action, Lord Watcher," the knight staff finally spoke. "Whether the other party is attacking Lord Feimoen's camp, or waiting for us to fall into a trap, we need to make a decision."
Bader Black Feather tapped the hilt of the sword lightly with his fingertips, and finally made a judgment:
"Send out the scouts."
"hold on."
The watcher's face remained calm.
But the alliance official on the side couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he heard this. In fact, he also believed that Feimoen and his Gray Knights could resist for a while and would not lose so quickly. The opponent may have superb reconnaissance methods and the ability to isolate the battlefield, but these methods are of no use in an offensive and defensive battle.
He wiped his sweat.
But in the mountains and forests a few kilometers away, some facts that people are unaware of are happening.
Flashes of silver light were traveling between the cliffs, leading the rangers to the ridgeline on the other side. The people over there quickly set up two suspension bridges, and more figures soon appeared in the forest. Zhuo Qihua and Yan Xin stopped and looked at the elf lady with some curiosity.
The capable angel flew back and stood next to the crystal and started to talk. She raised her hand and was about to take a picture of this scene. But a hand stretched out from the side and stopped her. The tall ranger said to them: "Mr. Ed has ordered, please do not film the situation here -"
Zhuo Zhuo Qihua looked at them and nodded.
A team of about two hundred people was silently crossing the two long bridges and going around to the rear of the battlefield.
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Feimon-Grey Flame silently watched this strange and silent battlefield.
The north wind coming from the Longxiao Mountains is howling distantly in the forest. It is probably the only sound that can be heard in this area. In Feimon's eyes, the other party has not moved even half a step since he walked out of the forest. The gray-white shadow stands in the snow like a stone statue, silently watching this direction, with only one side unfolding behind him. flags fluttering in the wind.
A shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he was somewhat unable to understand the other party's behavior. But suddenly he realized something, and he turned around, silently estimating the time in his mind, minute by minute - suddenly a light flashed in the direction of the altar, and he saw the scout who had been sent out walking out of it in embarrassment.
"Sir, we were stopped by them."
Fei Moen was frightened, but this was already expected. He closed his eyes, as if thinking, but opened them again in a moment, with a flash of determination.
He looked in that direction, thinking that he should have seen through the opponent's purpose: the opponent's main force is not here, this is just a bluff, then their real purpose is...
He suddenly turned around, came to the side of the map, picked up a charcoal pen, and drew a thick, black line between the three lines of defense. He raised his pen, paused for a moment, and finally drew a heavy horizontal line in the center of the connecting line. Then he raised his head and looked at everyone:
"Their purpose is reinforcements."
The light in Feimoen-Huiyan's eyes was changing, and he gently tugged on his collar, "The ideal situation for the opponent is to lead us into a wild battle, so their best choice is to set up an ambush at a suitable location to catch us. Reinforcements are coming."
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this reasoning was logical. Otherwise, why would the opponent choose to attack in this direction instead of using the right wing? This is not because the opponent's real purpose is reinforcements from the weakest right wing.
Now that he understood this, he realized that he might have seized the opportunity—
Feimon Gray Flame slowly pulled out his sword and calmly pointed in the direction of the forest: "Everyone, prepare to fight!"
"They call their bluff and we meet them head-on."
But just as his order was given, several silver threads suddenly flashed over the forest in the distance. They flew up from the canopy and flew out in all directions.
The dwarf also looked at the silver brilliance flying under the treetops——
He turned around, took a deep breath, and blew his beard wildly. Then he scratched the light screen with his short fingers, and said in a low voice: "They are here, everyone, give them some color to see." .”
Many names lit up from the list, and noisy voices, commands, and low-pitched teasing came from the communication channel. People watched silently as the gray knights on the opposite side pushed away their horses and formed formation in the distance.
Both sides have no cavalry, and light and heavy cavalry cannot be used in such a forest. However, compared to the adventurers, the temple side has much fewer rangers. But they have a group of mercenary crossbowmen and a complete group of magicians.
The wilderness echoed with the low chants of the knights. They drew their swords and held large shields. Those behind them raised their halberds. The black and white array slowly advanced like water patterns. However, it was the projection units of both sides that kicked off the battle first. The mercenary crossbowmen set up their heavy crossbows amidst long commands and aimed in this direction:
"Two hundred and twenty steps!"
"shooting!"
There was a low whistle.
Black crossbow arrows flew across the battlefield and fell like raindrops. However, adventurers are generally experienced in dealing with long-range attacks, either using shields or spells. A colorful light flashed through, and the first round of attacks of little effect.
"Second round!" The command sounded from afar, but once they entered this distance, the rangers also started their counterattack. The elves in gray cloaks were crossing the battlefield horizontally, moving from the forest behind the team to one side of the battlefield. They were agile and moved incredibly fast. When they arrived at that place, they all turned around and raised their longbows——
Grigor is an Avenquin elf.
In fact, due to the elves' affinity for bows, most people who choose this race invariably choose to become rangers. Or to put it another way, most of the rangers among the chosen ones, except for a very few, are basically all kinds of elves - the Avenquin elves of Kaolin-Ithulian, the wild elves of Rotas, and the forest elves of the Giant Tree Hill.
As for the Oshu Empire, there are no elves in the empire, but they have winged people or half-sea people who are more suitable.
Gregor is just such an elf ranger.
But he is not a pure ranger. Half of his professional levels are poets, which is what people often call the string whisperer - the bow and the strings are all in my hands. His gray-blue eyes reflected the scene on the battlefield, and the trajectory of the crossbow arrow was clearly visible in his eyes. His pointed ears twitched slightly, as if he heard the source of the sound.
He pointed in that direction and spoke in the unique Elvish language: "One hundred and thirty feet, may the wind be with you and me."
The angstrom is a commonly used unit of distance among elven rangers, which is approximately equivalent to three hundred steps. In fact, in Kaolin-Ithulian, this is the common language of shooters.
There was a collective sound, and the archers raised their bows.
Gregor gently ruffled the elf's long hair, raised his bow with an elegant movement, and spoke softly:
"three,"
"two,"
"one."
"put--!"
The textures of magic light up layer by layer, emerging on the elven long bow. Bright lights of various colors emerge from the magic furnace, and magic is accelerating into the arrows.
Adventurers are not as well-coordinated and disciplined as mercenaries and knights, but they at least have one significant advantage, which is that they are generally of a higher level. Most of the adventurers who came to support were at least the same level as the Gray Knights, or even higher, but in any case, they were by no means comparable to mercenaries.
The various colors of light gathered on the arrows were something that the hired crossbowmen had never seen before - more than half of them were actually explosive arrows. When the rangers released their bowstrings one by one, the feathered arrows, with brilliant rays of light, drew a gorgeous parabola over the battlefield and flew towards the opposite side.
Although most of the arrows exploded in mid-air due to problems with the fuse settings. But when the number reaches enough, someone will always miss it. Gregor silently watched his arrow fall into the crowd with an almost perfect trajectory, and then flashed an astonishing light that shot into the sky.
The rolling flames spread out almost instantly, engulfing the figures there. The people ignited by the flames were screaming and running away.
"One-seventh of Taliace."
Those shooters who made perfect hits are sharing the precise time of fuse setting in the communication channel.
The fastest flying arrows were the lighter explosive arrows, while the frozen arrows followed closely behind. After the flames, another piece of ice exploded. Two rounds of strikes almost caused the front row of mercenary crossbowmen to collapse - fortunately, the opponent's magician group finally deployed a protective barrier, and the bright wall of light blocked the subsequent explosion.
The flashes of light produced by the explosions echoed over the battlefield, almost lighting up the forest glade. After the rangers and mercenary crossbowmen exchanged fire, spellcasters from both sides also joined the battle. However, adventurers who fought alone were often no match for the professional magician group. The other party soon joined forces to tear apart the defense line on the adventurer's side, and the flames Start lighting up on the front here.
This forced the dominant rangers to turn their attention in this direction. After they assigned some of their people to snipe the opponent's magicians, the two sides almost reached a dynamic balance in the projection of long-range firepower. But such a balance obviously cannot last long. Feimoen-Huiyan silently observed from behind for a moment, and finally came to the conclusion that he must have made the right bet, as the opponent's main force was not here.
The opponent's strength is far inferior to them.
Seeing this, he made up his mind and immediately arranged for the messenger to blow the horn. Amidst the long sound of the horn, the gray knights finally quickened their pace. The knights in the front row even dropped their large shields and were running faster and faster. The light of the magic furnace behind them became brighter and brighter. Form a stream of light.
Feimoen stared at the stream of light, raised his sword, and suddenly shouted: "The language of the gray crow, the Lord of the Storm is above!"
He seemed to have returned to a long time ago, as if he was watching the same scene - on the bloody plain, countless people were fighting and falling, and blood flowed into rivers. And the resounding voice, like rolling thunder, came from the entire battlefield and echoed in his mind: "The words of the gray crow, the Lord of the Storm is above!"
Feimoen trembled all over, and in his field of vision, he watched a straight line of black and white, crashing into their opponent's position with a crash.
The Gray Knights were extremely enthusiastic and responded in unison:
"The words of the gray crow, the Lord of Storms is above!"
The dwarf Sirisha couldn't help complaining loudly. He admitted that he had underestimated his opponent. The opponent was obviously not a domineering knight and had forgotten how to fight. Although the Temple of the Crow's Claw exerts a repressive rule across the North, don't forget that they are also constantly at war with Nicol Bolas.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, the actual combat experience and combat effectiveness are first-class.
Moreover, the other party's fanaticism was far beyond the adventurers' expectations.
Almost instantly, they were attacked by each other and their formation became unstable. But fortunately, most adventurers still have a strong heart. They came to this place with no intention of returning alive. After many people were stunned at the beginning, they almost immediately responded regardless of the cost.
Pieces of white light suddenly flashed across the front line.
The mercenaries filling in behind looked at this scene with some dumbfounded eyes. They had never seen a battle so tragic. It seemed that both sides put life and death aside at the moment the battle broke out, using all means and all courage, Fighting each other.
Many people even slowed down their hand movements, a little frightened.
Sirisha struck the enemy in front of him with an axe, and couldn't help but look around panting slightly. Although he was the leader of the White Rhino Adventure Group, his level may not be any higher than these Gray Knights. Especially his previous enemy, who also had the Gray Crow Feather on his shoulder, was obviously a knight captain of some rank.
Enemies were coming from all directions. The knights in gray and black armor and their black and white battle robes were holding sharp swords, and their eyes were shining with indifference. As for his team, most of it was lost almost instantly. The dwarf swallowed, not feeling sorry for the loss, because he himself had no intention of leaving alive.
It's just that the other party wants them to hold Feimoen here for at least an hour, but now it seems that even a quarter of the time is difficult to achieve.
Sirisha was a little embarrassed for a moment, boasting about Haikou but not being able to do such a thing, which made him blush. He hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to pick up a crystal and break it with force.
Within the entire team communication channel, everyone heard a long beep——
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Information coming from all directions shows that the Redeemed have launched a fierce attack on the left wing of the Crow's Claw Temple.
But people can't get more information.
But the live broadcast, which had been turned on in all directions before, seemed to be silent at the moment, with only a few dark pictures left, quietly suspended in mid-air, staring in the direction of the Long Roaring Mountains.
On the other hand, at the end of the field of vision, you can occasionally see dots of flashes of light. That direction is the left wing of the Crow's Claw Temple. It is obvious that the attack has begun, but no one knows how the battle is going.
The community went from being lively before to being silent at this moment, with people discussing possible situations wordlessly. An obvious fact is that the time it takes for support to reach the left wing from Bader-Blackfeather's camp will not exceed half an hour.
But is half an hour really enough for the Redeemed side to capture Feimon's camp?
Many people believe that Fang Plover made a mistake and that they should have stormed the right wing of the Crow's Claw Temple - where the mercenaries camped. The defense was obviously much weaker and further away from the central camp. But people were discussing it intensely, and for a while they seemed to forget that they didn't know what the situation was like between the left and right wings at the beginning.
On the contrary, the supporters of the alliance, who did not know where to find first-hand information, began to spread the word after Fang Yu and his party made a mistake in choosing the target to attack, and analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of several camps in a clear and logical manner. Some people don't know the inside story, and they can't help but feel a little worried about it.
However, anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly that most of these so-called 'supporters' are probably navy troops invited by the alliance. As for where their first-hand information comes from, one can imagine. However, there are only a few people who can clearly see the truth behind it, and most people are still led to the rhythm.
"They should be more cautious."
"Yeah, what a great opportunity."
"This is troublesome. After all, there are not many selectors who are good at commanding operations."
"I just hope Bud Blackfeather can react slower."
"Dream, the other party is a very experienced commander."
But before people finished speaking, an extremely harsh buzz suddenly penetrated their eardrums, causing them to pull off their earphones with an "ouch" or cover their ears. "Damn, what's going on?" Even after a while, people still felt a buzzing in their ears, almost like tinnitus.
However, they soon realized that the sound was not caused by something wrong with their personal terminals, but actually came from the live broadcast. People were about to question it, but suddenly someone with sharp eyes noticed the clue, and couldn't help but typed in the live broadcast room:
"Look what that is!?"
At this moment, most of the scenes that remain in the live broadcast shots, like compound eyes, have disappeared, leaving only a few views from different angles. Most of these clockwork fairies are suspended in mid-air, quietly overlooking the forest - and at this moment, in these somewhat quiet scenes, a flickering, golden light spot is emerging.
They are small but light, and they are in groups, like a bright or dark starlight, or a swarm of bees, slowly appearing at the bottom of the field of vision, flying through the forest. "Is that a clockwork fairy?" Some people recognized the appearance of the little thing - but this was the first time they saw such a decent-looking clockwork fairy in Fang Plover's hands.
Or is it not controlled by the other party, but a counterattack by the craftsmen of the Crow Claw Temple? But looking at the direction from which the Clockwork Fairy was flying, it didn't seem possible. Moreover, the live broadcast was motionless, as if these flickering golden spots were not seen.
And if they were said to be clockwork fairies, their number would be a bit too high, right?
Although people have seen a big scene of one or two hundred clockwork goblins gathering together before, compared with the current scene, the latter is a bit too exaggerated. If someone said that they could control so many clockwork goblins, they would not believe it anyway.
At the edge of the forest, Gregor was raising his head.
The rangers also put down their bows one by one and looked in that direction in unison.
In fact, on the other side of the battlefield, Feimon Gray Flame was also raising his head at this moment. It wasn't just him - most people on the battlefield actually heard the overwhelming buzzing sound.
The buzz sounded like the sound of a clockwork goblin, but when people raised their heads, they could see nothing above the battlefield. The dark night sky was only empty. If it was a clockwork goblin, what kind of clockwork goblin's voice could be so terrifying that the sound could be heard before the shadow could be seen?
However, a bad premonition flashed through Feimon-Grey Flame's heart.
He always felt that he should have seen this scene somewhere, but it felt a little paradoxical.
Finally, someone beside him shouted softly: "Over there!"
Feimon Gray Flame turned around and his pupils suddenly shrank. In the dark night sky, what was slowly emerging from the top of the cedar forest were overwhelming golden clouds. They gathered together, and the buzz they made was getting louder and louder, rolling like thunder in the sky.
Feimoen opened his mouth wide, and it was like a bolt of lightning flashed into his mind. It was a scene of the earth falling apart in the dark underground world, the huge temple sinking into the abyss, and countless black shadows spreading out, forming The appearance of the dragon's minions - it's a pity that they can't move in front of the golden light. Hundreds of clockwork fairies are flying from all directions, and then turn into a bright fire.
He suddenly remembered all that and almost trembled.
"It's him--!"
"Obelisk!"
"Lord Feimoen..." The deputy's voice seemed to come from the horizon. The other party was looking at him with some worry: "What is that? What should we do?"
Feimoen turned around stiffly.
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The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, and a blizzard seems to be brewing.
Amid this distant cry, Fang Plover only listened silently to the ticking sound. He even had time to lower his head, open his other eye, and look at the time on his pocket watch. The hour hand points to the last frame of the dial, and the minute hand has a quarter of an hour left, crossing the boundary of the day.
Then he silently closed the watch cover and put it into his arms. Then he raised his head and stared at the scene inside the goggles.
The 'Swarm' is flying over the battlefield——
A few of the 'disasters' were hidden among them, and the dark lens gave him a view of the bottom. He looked down at the battlefield lit by flames, where two distinct battle lines were entangled with each other. But people seemed to have discovered something, and they raised their heads and looked into the air. Therefore, at that moment, the battlefield was almost silent for a moment.
Fang Plover gently raised his hand, and on the silver Lone King's Pride, the magic logo was changing its direction little by little.
Release the level flight state.
The remaining command is cancelled.
Encapsulate attack commands.
The efreets were changing direction from level flight on a single route in batches, breaking away from the surplus state, and then their internal closed-circulation devices began to operate one by one. But when the final attack command was encapsulated, these golden light points suddenly fell from mid-air.
They drew a graceful arc and fell into the array of Gray Knights.
Feimoen was looking up at this scene, dumbfounded. He seemed to have suddenly come to his senses from the helpless state of a drowning man. Turning around, he shouted to his men at the top of his lungs:
"Quickly, open the defensive barrier for me!"
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