Shaman from Afar

In the later biography of Emperor Connold I of the thirteenth generation, the second battle of Golovin was full of legendary colors, and the description of the battle by the historians was not inferior to Queen Mad Dragon ’s "Final" Battle ".

Although neither the first nor the second time, the actual battle broke out in Golovin, and it was deliberately ignored an important raid between Loren Turin and the Azores on Empire Avenue; so strictly speaking, Go There are either three or no battles in Lovin.

First of all, the two sides changed the offensive and defensive relationship dramatically. The Azore elves who were supposed to be attackers passively defended, while the empire that was supposed to be defending the city was attacked by the fog;

Secondly, the two sides once again staged the "revolving door battle" during the battle of Empire Avenue. The Empire lost the battle in the direction of Empire Avenue, but won the tidal flat battlefield that had not had much hope; and the tactics and Azores used It is exactly the same, all pretending to retreat, the back line is closed;

Perhaps because of the dense fog, the Empire with less than 80,000 troops has always been on the battlefield and continues to try to attack; instead, it is the Azores with more troops and solid positions, most of the time Passive defense

Both sides seemed to maintain some kind of "tacit understanding" at the beginning of the battle. The highland battlefield that should have been most intensified had never been divided. Until the end of the tidal flat battlefield, there was a crazy farce that was almost "together".

But for the historians of the Sky Dome, the most interesting thing is not the details of these wars; almost all their eyes are focused on a "small incident" that has no effect on the entire battle.

"Fettelonay Marching to Hell"-originally a work that sang praises to the royal family of the Sky Dome, but it caused a great sensation; the sword was alone in the scroll, the battlefield where the corpses were everywhere, and the soldiers were crying in horror. , Fettlonai de Salion, who staggered towards the sea of ​​fire, was regarded as a symbol of the Sachran knighthood by countless imperial nobles.

Countless Sacran nobles have passed down word of mouth, precisely because of the bravery of Her Royal Highness Princess, which greatly inspired the soldiers of the Sacran regiment and the Bain knights, so that the central line will not collapse and become the second defense of Golovin. An important reversal of war.

But the facts are just the opposite-after seeing the princess swallowed by the flames, the Sacran regiment collapsed on the spot, and the deserters hit the infantry knights who were attacking the highlands and led by Earl Angut of Mountain Rock Fort. Them.

For deserters, the Earl of Shanyanbao did not have any polite meaning; under the supervision of the “Byan Warden”, it was also possible to kill a royal heir personally, and the Sacran Army finally recovered quickly. Morale, marching towards the highlands with the Byrne Legion.

Despite this, the Sacran Army, which had suffered huge casualties, had not been able to capture the highlands from beginning to end.

Flanking battlefield, Empire Avenue.

"~ We sing loudly today ~ Drink old wine ~ Wine glasses pingpong ~ Cry next to friends and relatives ... Dear sweetheart ~ We are going to go to Sacran ~ Sacran ~~~ ......"

Hunting under the Azores Elven War, the elven little prince with wine table and fruit slouched lazily on the lounger, quietly admiring the battlefield that had turned into a flesh mill, and he was very happy.

After giving the final order of encirclement, he released the last reins-all the 100,000 Azore elf troops were put into the battlefield and strangled with the army of Loren Turin.

If this is gambling, he has already pressed all his bets, the dice has been rolled, whether it is lost or won, it has nothing to do with him, and the outcome is determined by the day.

Of course, according to Rodria Azore, he won.

Throwing insignificant tidal flat positions, even if Loren Turin really defeated the defenders of the highlands in one go, regardless of the blind attack of the casualties, it is definitely not easy to win the highlands.

Speaking again, what if he was attacked?

Indeed, the Azores suffered heavy casualties, and the price he paid by Loren Turin will not be small; but it is the Empire Avenue behind him that supports this war game; maintain this passage and rush from the local area. The reinforcements that came came to fight on their own with continuous energy support.

For the imperial people, this is a comprehensive war related to the continuation of the dynasty; for the Azores, this is also a life-and-death battle.

If you win, the form of war will be completely reversed, and the empire will even become headless due to the collapse of the crack;

If defeated, the Azores would have to retreat to the coastal line, where they gathered all their troops and fought a real battle with the empire to determine the final fate of both parties.

So let's carry this game to the end, Loren Turin!

Under the encirclement of the Azores on three sides, they had to give up the retreat and break through the encirclement, but they could not tear the encircling net. The vanguard of the Baine Legion had to form a circular shield wall to the north of Muzha.

This temporary patchwork of "defense" is destined to have too little effect, and the Bain warriors who do not see the hope of breaking through are even more demoralized and unsustainable;

Soon, many gaps appeared on the defense line. The excited elf warriors swarmed up like smelling **** beasts; the demon hunters and the Bayern knights desperately resisted.

But that's just it ... anyone can see that they have no hope.

Staring at the battlefield, the little prince was holding a wine glass with a hand that was shaking with excitement, and drunk the wine in the glass.

He felt that he had begun to fall in love with this bright red **** drink, and the faint watery wine syrup of Biasul was more suitable for him.

Compared to the siege that was too painful, it was still a risky frontal confrontation and a one-sided slaughter that was more in line with his personality!

It's time to give this group of unlucky **** a final blow and send Loren Turin a surprise.

"Subpoena the soldiers in the front row to remove the encircling net on the front of the avenue."

The little prince ordered.

"Uh ... obey, obey!"

The samurai who ordered her quickly knelt down on one knee, with a trace of hesitation in his voice.

"Is there a problem?" The elf little prince raised an eyebrow.

"Dare not dare!"

"Oh, don't be like this, I'm not a devil." Rodria sighed: "If you have any questions, just say it, you can discuss it!"

"The subordinates don't dare, but ..." The elf warrior hesitated, but could not help but say: "Since the battle situation is already clear, why should we deliberately take this risk?"

"This way."

The elven little prince shrugged and his expression became interesting: "Hello, have you ever hunted rabbits?"

"Hunting rabbit?"

"Yeah, I used to go hunting rabbits with my stupid elder brother when I was a kid; of course, most of the time I was only allowed to watch on one side, not to affect my elder brother's limelight."

"Although I can only watch, but I found a certain pattern from it-Brother Fool often sets three traps at the same time, deliberately leaving a gap to give the rabbit a chance to escape."

"At first I believed in the **** of the adults, I really thought that this was the brother's good intentions, and I didn't want to kill too much; but then I found that the three traps are often unable to catch a few rabbits, and more are down Under the arrow of Brother Fool. "

"Although his archery is not very good, even compared with the four court samurai, it is unsightly; but when dealing with this group of rabbits, he does not even need to aim; as long as the bow is put on the arrow, he can hit a hundred."

The elven little prince smiled happily, but a little cold sweat came out of the samurai's forehead.

"His Royal Highness means ..."

"If we just surround them like this, 80% of the empire will break the pot and fight with us in the end-although I also believe that the warriors can overcome all difficulties and defeat the enemy; but such unnecessary casualties, of course It can be less if it is less. "

"Leave them a way of life, give them a little 'I can win' and 'Living' hope, even if it looks like a trap, the desperate man who fell into the water will still not miss the last straw. "

"Then again, real despair is not always grasping the last glimmer of hope, and finally watching the moment when it bursts."

The elf little prince smiled happily: "Then ..."

"We will be able to hunt rabbits ... Any questions, sir?"

"Nothing, nothing!"

"Very good, then execute the command."

"Follow the order-!"

Looked at the samurai who had left in a hurry, and the elven little prince sighed and slowly looked back—a erected launcher was quietly placed a few dozen steps behind him:

"I really like hunting lions than hunting rabbits."

"Especially ... Golden Lion!"

……………………

"Dang——!"

Just before the long sword approached, the short sword of the right pupil of the gray pupil punctured at the same time; the sparks of the collision of the blade tip and the sword tip exploded in front of Ramalose's eyes; The saber in the right hand stabbed into the elf warrior's chest.

"Poof--!"

Ranmaros, who turned the saber between the chest and the ribs, pulled out the blade with all his strength in the screaming scream, and the stench of hot liquid spewed out, making him licking the wet and excited. Corner of mouth.

"Thanks!"

Said sideways, slamming the sword of Lan Maros has already rushed to the next enemy; the clever and clever and fierce and brutal action, it is not like a cavalry commander, but more like a human-like beast.

"The problem now is not just thanks!" Lusien, who gritted his teeth, followed the action of Ramaloth, blocking the enemies on both sides and back for him:

"It's only a matter of time before we die here, let's find a way, Lord Earl!"

"Anyway? Hey ... It's unlucky to die without a burial place, what better way?" Humming self-deprecatingly, Lanmaloth's long knife never stopped:

"Since there is no retreat, what about the dead fight?"

"Can you think of something more reliable?"

"boom--!"

The moment the spear hit the head, the two turned around and flashed sideways at the same time-Lusien, who had a backhanded sword, directly pierced the neck of the spear warrior; and Ramalos, who seized the opportunity, raised his foot and stepped on the gun Body, cut off the palm of the hand holding the gun, and took the spear.

"There is no reliable idea, there is a way to die!"

Ranmaros, who laughed loudly, waved his knife in his right hand, and raised the spear captured in his left hand, facing the Empire Avenue directly in front of him: "It is better to rush over all the way, how about killing them ?!"

"You are crazy, you are crazy, right?"

"Maybe, but don't you think the enemies that surround us frontally seem to be less than before?"

That's right ...

Although it is only a faint feeling, but the gray pupils did notice that the positive pressure is much less than just now-the most direct evidence is that they actually have spare time to cover this lifeless lunatic.

It shouldn't be. It is reasonable to say that the elite main force of the enemy is all pressed on the Empire Avenue. How can there be a sudden shortage of troops, can it be said ...

"Trap?"

"Probably." Nodded heavily, Ramallos carried the spear on his shoulder: "But don't you think it's worth a try-if we succeed, we can still reverse the battle and defeat the victory."

"Yes, but doing so is equivalent to jumping into the enemy's trap without hesitation, just like finding death!"

"Anyway, staying here is dead, why not die vigorously ?!"

"This is also vigorous ?!"

"This is the vigorousness of the Bayern people-you loyal to a Duke of the Bayern people, you should die like a Bayern, this is what you deserve, Elleman!"

Lanmaros's shining eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Lucien, whose mouth twitched frantically, didn't know what to say.

Because he found himself deep inside, he was really looking forward to it.

Died for Lord Loren ’s victory. The death was so vigorous that he will always remember this moment ... why does this crazy suicide sound so tempting?

Am I crazy?

"Boom ———————— !!!!!!"

The roar of the explosion exploded behind him, and the gray pupil who returned to reality from the trance saw at first glance the expressions of several demon hunters who were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.

There was also the sky shouting with the explosion.

"Long live the Black Duke ——! Long live Loren Turin —————— !!!!!!"

Duke ... Lord Loren is here? !

The shocked face of Lusien was completely unmoved by the people around him, and his face was full of tension and consternation.

No way, absolutely no way, now Lord Loren hasn't ...

"Ah, even the Duke is here, it seems that the madman in this place is not just us!"

Swept the gun, "Mr.!" Ramallus, who smashed the elven warrior's brain, grinned, and his face was covered with brain plasma and blood, making his expression uncomfortable.

"Bairen, kill enemies with me!"

"To our Duke ..."

"Give your glory-!"

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