Scene 224 Beat Them Up

Scene 224: Beat them up

In remote areas such as Tonigel and Yusong, most residents do not actually live next to the city. Even in Warnd, the more prosperous the area, the higher the degree of urbanization. E Novel Network (wWw.Exiao ￠shuo.cOM) Probably because of commerce and trade, there are a large number of handicraft practitioners, monks, artists, municipal officials and their relatives living in the city, as well as people who rely on these people for their lives. people.

But in Tonigel, the situation is reversed. There are many sporadic settlements in the wild. Farms are scattered on the edge of the forest. There are hunter cabins in the hills. This is the situation the centaurs found. This family still lives in the house. They are afraid that they are Jean Denel's scouts. So I brought them along.

The leaves of the trees rustled softly. The centaur warriors were tall and strong, with brown muscles, and purple and white war lines covering their cheeks and shoulders. They brought with them trembling men and women, and their children, all dressed in ragged clothes. , The black head is greasy and knotted, like a refugee.

Brando glanced down the mountain. The forest was as dark as ink, with flags of different colors intertwined among them. However, the shouts of killing stopped for a moment, and the entire battlefield came to a standstill due to their sudden appearance. He found that the Grus who were closest were secretly adjusting their formation, and the gray-green noble private soldiers were looming in the forest.

But he didn't care and turned around: "They are not scouts, they are just refugees."

"Sir, we..." Panic flashed in the man's eyes. Most of the refugees who were caught by the nobles were beheaded. There were many headless corpses along the road from Daolin to Sommer. Most of them were fugitives, and a small number were robbers.

"Who are you!" The child broke free from his mother's pale hands and asked loudly.

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The sudden appearance of the army on the flank made Pallas feel a ray of light on his back, but he was relieved when he heard that there were only a few hundred people on the other side. He tapped the smooth hilt of his sword with his index finger and turned around and asked: "Has the scout responded? ?”

"No."

Pallas nodded.

Only a few hundred people dared to show up, and the old knight heard the knights around him discussing in a relaxed tone. The soldiers seemed to be laughing at the enemy's overestimation of capabilities. Although arrogant troops will inevitably be defeated, no general would dislike a confident army. He was very satisfied with the morale of his subordinates, and the enemy's reinforcements seemed to become a laughing stock for a while.

"Those 'reinforcements' are standing still!"

"Ha ha,

He was probably considering whether to retreat or run away. "

"Cowards, if you had caught us off guard when you first appeared, you might have been able to catch us by surprise and wasted the opportunity. ￠￡e￠￡Novel￠￡.net, www.Exi aoSHUO.COM￠"

"It's only because they can get around to our flank."

"That's because the Grus are too incompetent."

Pallas couldn't help but shook his head again. How could he consider the enemy? The young men under him were a little too arrogant. He took a breath and replied: "If you don't respond, you are the enemy. Let the Gruss stop them. They have already lost enough face."

Military morale is available.

"Then come out." The old knight pulled down his mask and stood up from the rock. An attendant had already brought his war horse, and around him, the knights were ready.

The slightest change on the battlefield could not change his decision. Although Pallas was cautious, he had the decisiveness of a general. He nodded to the attendant, and the metal ring armor made a clattering sound when rubbed. The attendant wearing leather armor picked up the horn hanging on his waist, puffed his cheeks and blew, and a clear war cry penetrated the forest——

Then countless soldiers walked out of the forest, wearing red and blue shirts, iron helmets on their heads, long swords on their waists, and eagle shields in one hand. The sound of the iron feet breaking dead trees was heard.

Small groups of soldiers gathered into a torrent, filling all the gaps between the woods and appearing all over the mountains and plains. The private soldiers of the nobles formed several huge square formations, like water flowing slowly through the formation, with scattered arrows thrown into them. Even if someone occasionally fell, the soldiers behind would immediately fill the empty space. The enemies in front of you seem to be endless, giving you a sense of powerlessness.

The army is approaching.

The mercenaries who were still resisting in the forest couldn't help but put down their bows. When an army of tens of thousands of people appeared at the same time, the momentum was enough to make the earth tremble.

Everyone swallowed.

Medissa was wearing silver armor and sitting on her unicorn. Her visor had been closed, leaving only her eyes, small nose and mouth exposed. The elf princess pursed her lips, grabbed her long shuttle and looked at the scene in front of her without saying a word.

Behind her were Juta, Fern, and nearly a thousand cavemen. The cavemen were hunched over, shrouded in black, spiked metal armor, and holding giant spears, like war monsters.

But such an army did not stand in front of Jeandenaire's army.

Medissa was watching the battle silently. ∮E∮novels∮网, www.exiao ｗｈｕｏ.Ｃ∮Ｏ∮Ｍ∮

Juta didn't understand this very much: "Aren't we going?"

"That's not our enemy, Juta. I never said our target was not Madara." Medisha replied, looking at the mountains in the distance.

"This... but they can't stop it!" The female mercenary leader looked at the approaching army slightly nervously.

"The lord has his own arrangements." Medisa looked back at her and smiled, her calm eyes showing unquestioning trust: "You are too nervous."

"The lord doesn't have many people on hand." Juta looked at Medisa strangely.

"That's enough." Medissa said: "I am the leader of this reserve team. I must obey the tactical arrangements first. The Lord says he can do it. All I have to do is trust his judgment. And our goal is Mada pull,"

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

Medissa smiled: "Thank you for coming to accompany me, Juta."

"You're just a little girl." Yuta sighed, thinking of his sister. She touched her sword and suddenly felt her hands were a little cold.

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Brando looked at the thin boy. The mother ran over to protect her child with some fear, raised her head, and looked at him with pleading eyes.

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

Brando nodded and turned around: "I am your legal lord. Whether you are a refugee or my subject, as long as you live in Tonigel, I will protect you. As long as you remember this, enough."

After saying that, he pulled the reins of the horse and was about to leave, but to everyone's surprise, the child retorted loudly: "Liar, you are all bad people!"

"Huh?" Brando was startled and couldn't help but stop.

"Dad said if you weren't here, there wouldn't be a war."

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

Brando shook his head, and he looked back at all the people he brought out of the black forest. Everyone looked at him, the tree elves, centaurs, druids and the human mercenaries. Brando nodded to them, then turned over and dismounted, and with a clang, he drew his sword in full view of the public.

The poor woman suddenly screamed in terror, but Brando walked up to her, held her bony hand, shook his head gently to her, and reassured her: "It doesn't matter, don't worry."

Both women and men looked at him nervously. He turned back and patted the little boy's face again: "You are a little man, let me ask you a question."

The little boy stared at him.

"If one day someone wants to take your parents away from you, what will you do?"

"If they dare, I'll beat them!" the little boy replied confidently.

"Well said." Brando praised: "Then let me ask you, little man, if one day someone wants to take you away from me and take away this country, what do you think I will do?"

The little boy looked at him puzzled.

"I'll beat them too." Brando smiled slightly. He got up and mounted his horse, pointing his sword forward - in the forest, Denel's army surged, but the two armies always looked at each other from a distance. The situation in Tonigel, and even the entire Eruin, had been turbulent for several months. , at this moment it seems that everyone is converging on this final confrontation, who can change the fate of the kingdom - Brando looked forward, but turned his head: "So you all heard it?"

"Beat them!" the mercenaries promised loudly.

"Beat them!" The centaurs were excited. This was the life they pursued, chasing the glorious battles until the last drop of blood was shed. Perhaps the war itself is meaningless, but protecting the most precious things between faith and hope is always worthy of respect.

The tree elves placed their bows on their chests and sang in unison the war songs that had been widely circulated between humans and elves in the early years.

The eagle spreads its feathers, the crossbow is raised high, light defeats darkness, hope protects faith——

It was an ancient song that circulated in the era before the War of the Saints. At that time, the intelligent creatures on the earth could still unite to fight against the Dragon of Darkness and sign a sacred and solemn oath. But in the blink of an eye, who still remembers all this?

Brando and Quinier looked at each other and smiled.

"How to fight?" asked the tree elf leader.

"You go and stop Gendenel's army," Brando replied lightly: "Since Pallas wants the Grus to stop me, I will defeat his left wing and show him. These noble lords always They like to look down on people, and I hope they will remember this lesson from now on."

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

"Am I alone?" Brando smiled and shook his head. He turned back, put his index finger and thumb to his lips and blew a long whistle. The whistle sounded far and wide in the dark coniferous forest, allowing everyone on both sides to hear it.

There was a sudden silence in the forest.

Suddenly, a wolf howled in the distance. Then a moment later, echoing howls resounded through the forest. The distant howls seemed to be approaching at an alarming speed. In just a moment, the howls were clearly heard in the ears.

The earth began to tremble, like thousands of horses galloping.

Pallas tightened the reins of the 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 their heads in the direction of the wolf howl.

A pack of wolves, and not just an ordinary pack of wolves.

The residents living on the edge of the black forest certainly know best what creature the howling sound comes from. "Black wolf!" The first people to get into trouble were the mountain people. These people have lived in the wilderness for generations. There are countless legends about these terrifying creatures in mythology.

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

Wolf tide.

"The wolf tide is coming!"

The old knight's face suddenly turned pale.

And Quinier looked at Brando, who stood on the horse like a knife, standing alone among the galloping wolves, and seemed to see the mythical wolf herder. Brando turned back and smiled at him: "Is that enough?"

Quinir didn't speak, but raised his bow with one hand, making a gesture like a tree elf attacking.

In an instant, countless flying horses soared into the sky from the forest.

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(: My cold is a little better, but I have to go out to get some medicine later, so I’m here today. Tomorrow Brando will start killing people. You know, maybe I will have a small explosion.

In addition, in the book review section, there is something like "I will join together to form breasts" and so on. You respect yourself. Do you dare to be more vulgar? What Brando felt was indeed an artifact reaction, and the Lion Heart Sword was indeed a fantasy weapon. You can guess the reason for it.

Also, Movie Mom, you secretly said bad things about me in the book review section and I found out. The night stick and the like are bugs in themselves...) Ro