Five hundred and ninetieth eight chapters flying dragon in the sky
Meliane looked past the sparse forest under a hill and stared at the shadow of the undulating hills in the distance. In that direction, the brown trees and the deep land in the Moon of Rotting Leaves all formed an open space.
The hills, gently undulating, like a wrinkled carpet, have not yet faded away
The last touch of color in late summer occasionally outlines a deep green shadow on this carpet, and then connects to a gentle look in the distance. It is a large pine forest scattered on the slightly undulating hillside.
The edge of the densely bushed land goes downwards, and finally borders the rolling mountains in the distance.
At this moment, the place where the half-elf was standing was on the top of a small hill, and around him, circles of tents were scattered among the low trees-such terrain was not suitable for an army stationed in the camp.
It is undoubtedly very suitable. It can effectively prevent the surrounding enemies from attacking, and at the same time give the cavalry the best starting speed. A well-trained unit can be ready to attack within an hourglass time, and their
It is obviously impossible for the enemy to conduct dialysis in such a short period of time.
However, staring into the distance, there was no relaxed look on the half-elf's face. On the contrary, the two thin eyebrows flying diagonally into the temples were slightly frowned, and the green eyes were shining with luster, as if they were deep in thought.
According to some prisoners from the empire, this place is the center of the Lin Lulan family's territory, and as long as you cross these hills, you will really start to penetrate into the middle of the empire. The so-called more prosperous city circle - is not just for
Distinguishing regions means that the strength of the city's defense, the quality of the garrison, and the population of the city are much stronger than what the imperial people traditionally call the "southwestern frontier, remote areas."
It is also easier to draw out attacking teams.
"What's wrong with the scout?" After observing for a while, the half-elf withdrew his gaze and asked a knight beside him.
The latter, the commander of the cavalry, was startled for a moment. Then it took him another breath before he finally remembered the other party's question: "Ah, well, um, there's nothing unusual about it, General. Five groups of people have returned.
, they didn’t find any problem. And according to your instructions, the sixth group of people have gone out today, and in half an hour, the fifth group of people will be back."
"Where are the remaining three groups?" The half-elf raised his eyebrows.
"They haven't come back yet." The leader of the thousand people paused again: "They may have gone too far. Because these young men under me always have too much energy-" He murmured, but then he heard the half-elf's sternness.
He lowered his head in his eyes.
"How late is it?" Melianne turned her gaze to the other side, where there was a knight holding an hourglass in his hand.
"Something is wrong. Your Excellency General, Vega Kennan and the others should have returned before the two hourglass marks. In addition, Teemo and his group have always been proud of being the fastest. They
They always return a while early, but they haven't come back yet." The knight holding the hourglass shook his head that was still reflective without a helmet: "Maybe they were killed."
"Nonsense, there are thirty people in three groups, and the horses are the best. They are going in different directions. Isn't it possible that even one of the messengers can't come back?"
In such a place deep behind the enemy's rear, such a judgment is a bit too real, so before Melianne spoke, the knight's thousand-man leader gave the bald man a hard look and said: "
Besides, the Imperial people are not that stupid, right?"
"General, don't worry. We are all experienced scouts. We should not be killed by the enemy so easily. So it is also possible that they were stumbled by some small troubles. You know, or
One or two small villages or something..."
The half-elf didn't answer him, just turned his head and frowned a little tighter.
Indeed, killing the scouts is equivalent to telling the opponent that there are enemies in this direction. Therefore, generally speaking, if it is a small group of enemies, they will not intercept and kill the opponent's scouts if it is not necessary. They will only avoid them.
They can open up, and the rewards from the scouts will make it easier to enhance their concealment.
But there are always exceptions...
And in Melian's view, these so-called "experienced scouts" are actually just half-baked. The chance of them coming back early is much greater than the possibility of fulfilling their duties faithfully - in fact, in his eyes, these three thousand
People are all the same, stupid, undisciplined, lacking proper training...even far inferior to the group of half-elf mercenaries under him.
Especially in the spiritual aspect.
Even now, they still have no awareness that they are already on the battlefield, and their spirits are as relaxed as if they were playing. After the first battle, this loose feeling has subsided, but recently it has begun to rebound.
.
However, part of the reason for this is indeed not their fault. After all, even the most elite cavalry will inevitably become proud after winning so many consecutive victories, not to mention that these guys have not only shot arrows in previous battles, but also
No blood was spilled. Following the young lord's powerful war machine, they unknowingly regarded the devastating attack as their own strength.
On the battlefield, such a mental state is undoubtedly very dangerous. No matter how good the basic training is, a careless idiot will still be unable to exert any strength on the battlefield. The battlefield is never a place for fun, and no one can
He might lose his life in a careless move. If he didn't have much free time in the current operation, he might make suggestions to Edward and arrange some small combat exercises for these guys so that they can adapt to the battlefield as soon as possible.
But obviously, the enemy had no interest in giving him this time.
Her gaze paused in the distance for another moment, and Melianne found that the ominous premonition in her heart was getting stronger and stronger.
Or maybe this is just a kind of nervous excitement - after all, suddenly taking over the command of more than 3,000 people is a big burden for a man like him who has only been a mercenary leader. At least for him
I think there can't be too many mistakes in this team before Edward comes back.
Time passed like this bit by bit, and when another hourglass mark passed by, he finally couldn't help but say: "What do you think? What if the Imperials have caught up?"
"But, they should at least know something about our details..."
The centurion leader holding the hourglass touched his bald head, and a little cold sweat seeped out from the back of his head, which made him rub it a few more times: "Each group of our scouts is assigned ten people. If none of them come back...
That means the other party must have at least ten thousand people. Could it be that the main force of the Empire is here?"
His basis is experience from the battlefield. Generally speaking, if the commander can adopt tactics such as killing scouts, if the commander is not a fool, or does not know the enemy's background, then it shows the combat power of the attacking side. At least in
More than three times that of the enemy.
"It's impossible! You fool, how can we not notice the change of the main force of the Empire? What's more, more than 10,000 people can approach us within 40 miles without any sound? Don't be kidding! Forget it.
There is no magic warning, but at least..." Qian Renzhang cursed. But he quickly shut up... Now they are deep in the hinterland of the empire after all - in this damn environment, anything can happen.
However, what if it is the main force of the Empire?
Last time, even when facing the 30,000 main force of the Empire, didn't our side beat them away? And if the Empire really gathered a force to encircle and suppress themselves, these people, these guys who gathered in a hurry,
Also willing
It must not be regarded as the main force - maybe it is just some city guards hastily mobilized from the surrounding cities. Even if they have a numerical advantage. In front of the steel chariots on their side, they are not just a bunch of capable people.
Is it the stuffed material?
Thinking of this, he felt confident again: "Otherwise, we can add some more scouts in that direction. If they are idiots without long eyes, we can just kill them. We will save these imperial guys."
It’s gone.”
"No need. They are already here."
The half-elf suddenly spoke.
His voice sounded somewhat relieved, but more of it sounded like helplessness.
The blood of the elves made his field of vision far beyond that of humans. He immediately caught the unusual shadow, but soon, the people around him had also focused their eyes on one point at the same time - almost just a few.
In the blink of an eye, the little black spot in the distant sky took on a hazy shape...
The black spot gradually turned into gray, and then turned into an ominous pale color, like a bit of haze in the sky. As it got closer, its speed became faster and faster. Finally, when it expanded into the field of vision, it became
When a creature spread its wings and glided into the wind, fear seemed to hang over everyone's heads in an instant!
"Bone dragon! Bone dragon!"
"Oh my God, undead creatures! It's an army of undead!" "How could such a thing appear!" "The Empire people are crazy, they actually use undead!" "That's a bone dragon... Find cover quickly, quickly, quickly
!”
A sharp sound broke the previous tranquility, and then, like a stone dropped in a quiet pond, the ripples of the sound spread chaotically to the surroundings. All the soldiers who were aware of the danger began to panic.
Fleeing, some covered their heads and ran towards the surrounding woods, while others plunged into their tents, regardless of whether the thin pieces of cloth and wooden sticks could really resist the name they were shouting, so
represents the undead.
Indeed, monsters like the Bone Dragon are so powerful that even civilians who don't know much about magic at least know about the existence of this kind of monster - a collection of undead and dragons. I have to say that this is really the easiest thing to do.
Impressive evil monster.
And all the stories about such monsters, without exception, have deepened the fear in people's minds again and again - both the dragon's immense power and the undead's invulnerability, except for the help of extraordinary priests and priests.
Gods can carry out salvation, and it is difficult for ordinary people...even the brave men in legends to deal with this kind of monster among monsters!
But priests and priests are the only weakness in this team, there is no one.
Melianne took off her bow from behind with her backhand, reached out and flicked it, and with a soft click, the steel began to be tightened by the bowstring. He hesitated slightly and pulled out three long quivers from the quiver at his side.
There was a golden feather hanging to guide the exploding arrow. However, he slowly retreated down the hillside, but in the end he failed to shoot the arrow.
Because the monster in the sky is far beyond what his arrows can solve.
That thing is indeed somewhat similar to the Tyrant among the legendary undead creatures - a body with no flesh and only bones, a slender neck and a triangular head. And a long tailbone that looks like a steel whip, supporting
Its flying wings are more than twenty feet long when stretched out, and are covered with tattered wing membranes. As it gets closer, you can even see little dark red lights flashing in its empty eye sockets.
However, if you observe carefully, you will notice that it is not a real undead dragon - its body is too small, and its wings are obviously extended from the forelimbs in life.
"Shut up, you idiots! What a bone dragon. It's just the skeleton of a flying dragon!"
The chaotic camp regained some order in the next moment - Old Yang's voice exploded over the entire camp with thunderous momentum, and the phantom sound technique expanded to its limit, finally suppressing the miscellaneous screams for the time being.
, and also allows most people to say: "Does the skeleton of a big rat scare you to the point of peeing?"
Deafening shouts rumbled through the surrounding space. They stopped all the embarrassed soldiers, and they carefully began to raise their eyes. They stared at the skeletal monster that was gradually approaching - it flapped its wings. The monster lowered its head.
As if it wanted to see the camp clearly, it began to hover in the sky. However, this allowed everyone to notice its figure more clearly. It was indeed very different from the most powerful undead creature in the legend.
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"Undead creatures...these damn empire guys are really much freer than us. I only played with one or two skeletons in the laboratory when I was young. How dare they openly create such things."
Noticing the approach of the half-elf, the old mage spoke.
"Can you hit it?" Meliane stared at the undead flying and coiling in the sky, and suddenly said.
"That's not a problem. It's such a big thing. It doesn't fly very fast... But, are you going to fight now?" the old mage responded, but then he was stunned.
"Yes, please knock it down within one blow." After hesitating, Melianne said.
"No, I said, do you know how many shells we have in stock now? And before Mr. Edward... Lord comes back, the only spellcasters we can rely on are the two of us and less than one in this car.
Hundreds of rounds of artillery shells." The old mage shook his head: "Even if you shoot down one or two of these undead things, it's of no use. If you add the Eagle Eyes and Sharp Ears technique to them, we can roughly see them even if we don't get close.
out of our reality."
"We must prevent them from approaching easily." The half-elf replied briefly: "If they realize that they can rush up at will, we will be finished! At least not many of this army will survive! Moreover, we cannot let them
It can be seen that the Lord is not in the camp now, otherwise..."
"Hmm..." The old mage shook his head, but he turned around and got into the tank without any further objection. With the slight friction of the gears, the turret rotated, and then there was a dull roar that stirred up the air.
The enemy's advance was very fast, and judging from the loss of the scouts, they adopted an encirclement method of advancing from all directions, but this also just exposed their purpose - to completely surround these three thousand people. Since the opponent's number
It is impossible to reach a scale of more than ten thousand people, then
It means that they have elite special soldiers - most likely those troops called the Imperial Electors. If compared with the ability of the Crimson Flame Knights in memory, then the quality of the current team alone
To continue to wait here is to court death (to be continued...)