The dwarf spat on the surface of the axe, grabbed the corner of his sleeve and wiped the axe into a shiny light. He held the battle axe tightly and muttered and raised his head. Above the dwarf's head, in the sarcastic north wind, a flag was flaunting, like a dazzling flame, with a silhouette of a gray-white rhino painted on it.

The figures of shadows are walking out of the edge of the forest, like ghosts in ancient legends, wandering at the end of the woodland.

"Come on, let me see what you are capable of." Sirisha muttered, flipping the axe with her stubborn hands, and a pair of small eyes embedded beside her big nose were looking at that direction with concentration, "Look at whether you are bragging or can really defeat these people."

The dwarf trembled with a beard, held the axe tightly with both hands, shrugged his shoulders, opened his mouth slightly - revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and suddenly shouted: "Vah Adaaaam--!"

Flashes of low voices echoed.

Fei Moen-Grey Yan pushed his deputy away and came to the side of the Mama. With a burnt yellow gaze, he silently looked at the boundary line of the clearings in the forest - the gray figure, and the flags flickered under the canopy. He identified at least two types, one was gray-white background, with the pattern of flowing wind and three types of battle robes of different colors.

The wind brought that low roar, lingering in his ears.

It was like thousands of voices responding together, shocking people's hearts, and it seemed that in an instant, they saw the scenery from the south of Elderon, the low trough forests, the gurgling streams, the mountains and the snow. In the wilderness, the gray-maned dwarves were applying the blood of the frost lizard on their cheeks, holding up dark warhammers, and launching an attack on their enemies like a sea of ​​scattered seas.

‘He’s vaguely remembered such a scene, just like dreaming of returning to that era. The chill wrapped in the snow wind made him shudder involuntarily. He saw rows of adventurers walking out of the forest. He never thought that these people would have such discipline, silent, as if they were a real army.

No one knew how they coordinated. There seemed to be a silent eye in the darkness, staring at the queue that spanned nearly two or three miles - from the beginning to the end, the error between the front and the back would not exceed five meters. Even the gray knights under his command could not make such a neat square formation.

Feimoen-Grey Flame put his hand on the verge and involuntarily used force. The sharp metal gloves made a creaking sound, and the ice edges on the wood were falling down layer by layer.

Something has happened.

The news came from somewhere, and it spread across the community.

People's eyes searched on the map, and involuntarily worried about Fang Yu and others. Why did they attack the left wing? On the right of Bad Heiyu, the mercenary camp looked more like a weak link?

The big knight on the left wing is Femoen-Grey Flame. This man is the highest commander of Grey Owl Town. He is not only more familiar with the terrain nearby, but also is obviously much more difficult to deal with than the unknown knight on the right wing, right?

Bud Black Feather stood in the camp.

He pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and his dark guard slowly rubbed the dragon-shaped counterweight hammer, and listened to the report beside him, but he had not made a decision for a long time.

He raised his head silently and stared at the cedar crown, the pointed pine branches, and the howling wind and snow in the night sky. The wind swept the flames of the bonfire, causing the embers to swirl to the top of the trees, flashing with the light of Mars, like the light in his eyes.

The other party actually attacked Femoen's camp. This is really great news. The main force there is the Grey Knights of the Temple. Even if they are unable to fight back, they can still hold on for a long time.

The officials standing on the side of the alliance were secretly happy in their hearts - perhaps because the other party did not conduct serious intelligence analysis, or perhaps because the other party did not know the arrangements here at all, but they accidentally hit the worst choice. However, he opened his mouth and suddenly withdrew his words. He thought of this level, but did the other party think of it too?

Could this be a conspiracy? Judging from the other party's previous performance, there is a possibility. But if they do not move, what if the other party also anticipates this, what if they use the trick?

The boundless night seemed to amplify the panic in everyone's heart. Their understanding of this battlefield was limited to the range that the light of the bonfire in front of them could reach - the darkness in the distance swallowed everything, and there were ubiquitous enemies hidden in the forest.

The flames were crackling, and the silent silence seemed to spread anxiety. The alliance officials watched the beating fire, and an almost ridiculous thought arose in their hearts:

He considered these two levels, but which level the other party was on?

"We have to take action, Lord Guardian," the Knights' aides spoke at last. "Whether the other party is attacking Lord Femoen's camp or waiting for us to fall into the trap, it takes a decision."

Bud Heiyu gently tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingertips, and finally made a judgment:

"Send scouts."

“Wait a little longer.”

The guard still seemed calm on his face.

But when the officials of the alliance heard this, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. In fact, he also thought that Femoen and his Grey Knight could withstand for a while and not lose so quickly. The other party might have clever reconnaissance methods and the ability to block the battlefield, but these methods are not useful in an offensive and defensive battle.

He wiped his sweat.

However, in the mountains and forests a few kilometers away, some facts that people have not noticed are being staged.

A series of flashing silver lights were passing through the cliffs, taking the rangers to land on the ridgeline on the other side. The people there quickly built two suspension bridges, and more figures appeared in the woodland. Zhuo Qihua and the rock core stopped and looked at the fairy lady curiously.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The angel flew back and stood beside the crystal to start recharging. She raised her hand and was about to take a picture of this scene. But one hand reached out from the side and stopped her. The tall ranger said to them: "Mr. Ed told me, please don't shoot the situation here--"

Zhuo Zhuo Qihua looked at them and nodded.

A team of about two hundred people was silently passing through these two long bridges and heading towards the rear of the battlefield.

...

Feimoen-Gray Flame silently stared at this somewhat strange, silent battlefield.

The north wind coming from the Longxiao Mountains was crying and shouting in the forest, about this area was the only sound that could be heard. In Fei Moen's eyes, the other party had not moved a step after walking out of the forest. The gray-white shadow stood in the snow like a stone statue, silently staring in this direction. Behind him there were only unfolding flags, shaking in the wind.

A shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't understand the other party's behavior. But suddenly he realized something. He turned around and silently estimated the time in his heart, minute by second - suddenly a light flashed in the direction of the altar, and the scouts sent out walked out in a mess.

"Sir, we were stopped by them."

Fei Moen felt a little shocked, but this was already expected. He closed his eyes, as if thinking, but in a moment he opened again, a trace of determination flashed.

He looked in that direction and thought in his heart that he must have seen through the other party's purpose: the other party's main force is not here, it is just a bluff, so their real purpose is...

He suddenly turned around, came to the side of the map, picked up the charcoal pen and drew a thick and black connection between the three defense lines. He raised his pen, paused for a moment, and finally drew a heavy horizontal line in the center of the connection, then raised his head and looked at everyone:

"Their purpose is reinforcements."

Fei Moen-Grey Flame's eyes were volatile and she gently pulled the collar, "In the ideal state of the other party, it is to introduce us into the field, so their best choice is to set up an ambush in a suitable position to rush to reinforcements."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this reasoning was logical. Otherwise, why would the opponent not use the right wing to attack and choose the direction of attack? This is not because the opponent's real purpose is the weakest reinforcements from the right wing.

Now that he understood this, he realized that he might have seized that opportunity—

Feimoen-Grey Flame slowly pulled out his sword and pointed calmly towards the forest: "Everyone, prepare for the battle!"

"They bluff and we will face the enemy head-on."

But his order had just been issued, and a few 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 from under the treetops-

He turned around, took a breath, and blew his beard to move, then stroked and pulled it on the light screen with his short fingers, and whispered: "They are here, everyone, give them some color."

Many names lit up from that list, and noisy sounds, commands, and low jokes came from the communication channel. People silently watched the gray knights across the street push away the horses and lined up in the distance.

Neither side had cavalry, and the light and heavy cavalry could not be used in such a forest, but compared with the adventurers, there were much fewer rangers on the temple side. But they had a group of mercenary crossbowmen and a complete group of magicians.

The low singing of the knights echoed in the wilderness. They drew out their swords and held large shields. The one behind them raised their halberds, and the array of black and white slowly advanced like water patterns. However, the first to start the battle was the projection units of both sides. The mercenary crossbowmen set up heavy crossbows in the long command sound and aimed in this direction:

"Two hundred and twenty steps!"

"shooting!"

There was a low whistle.

The black crossbow arrow flew over the battlefield and slapped down like raindrops. However, adventurers are generally very experienced in dealing with long-range attacks. They either use shields or spells. A colorful light flashed by, and the first round of attacks was minimal.

"The second round!" The call came from afar, but when it came to this distance, the rangers also began their counterattack. The elves in gray cloaks were passing horizontally through the battlefield, and circled the battlefield from the forest behind the team to the side of the battlefield. They were agile and moved amazingly fast. After they arrived at that place, they stood firm and turned around and raised their longbows-

Griegel is an Evan Quinn Elf.

In fact, due to the elves' affinity for bows, most of the people who chose this race chose to become rangers. Or in other words, most of the rangers among the summoners, except for a very small number, are basically all kinds of elves - Evan Quinn from Kaorin-Ishurian, Wild Elf of Rotas, and Forest Elf of the Hill of the Giant Trees.

As for the Aoshu Empire, there were no elves, but they had more suitable Winged Man or Half Sea tribes.

Griegel is such an elf ranger.

But he is not a pure ranger. Half of his profession levels are poets, that is, the string speakers that people often call - bowstrings and zithers, all in my hands. His gray-blue eyes reflected the situation on the battlefield, and the trajectory of the crossbow arrow flying was clearly visible in his eyes. His pointed ears trembled slightly, as if he could hear the source of the sound.

He pointed in that direction and spoke in a unique elf saying: "One hundred and thirty angstroms, may the wind be with you and me."

Achi is a common distance unit used by elves, which is about 300 steps. In fact, in Kaolin-Ishurien, this is the common language of Sagittarius.

With a series of sounds, the archers raised the bows in their hands.

Griegel gently brushed the elf's long hair, and raised his bow in an elegant movement and opened his mouth gently:

"three,"

"two,"

"one."

"put--!"

The texture of magic lights lit up layer by layer, floating on the elf's longbow, and various bright lights emerged from the magic furnace, and the magic power was accelerating into the arrows.

Adventurers are not as good as mercenaries, and the knights are tacitly in harmony and discipline, but they have at least one significant advantage, that is, the level is generally higher. Most adventurers who come to support are at least not much different from those of the Gray Knights, or even higher, but in any case, they are by no means comparable to mercenaries.

The various lights gathered on the arrows were things that had never seen by hired crossbowmen - most of them were explosion arrows. When the rangers relaxed their bowstrings one by one, the feather arrows, carrying a gorgeous light, drew a gorgeous parabola from the battlefield and flew towards the opposite side.

Although most of the arrows exploded in mid-air due to the fuse setting problem. When the number reached enough, there would always be people who would miss it. Griggel silently watched his arrows with a nearly perfect trajectory, falling between the crowd, and then a shocking fire flashed.

The rolling flames scattered almost in an instant, engulfing the figures there, and the people ignited by the flames were screaming and scattering and running away.

“One-seventh Taria cart.”

Those shooters who hit perfectly are sharing the precise time set by the fuse in the communication channel.

The fastest flying were the lighter explosion arrows, while the ice-clad arrows followed closely. After the flames, another ice edge exploded. Two rounds of strikes almost caused the front row of the mercenary crossbowmen to collapse directly - fortunately, the opponent's magician group finally opened a protective barrier, and the bright light wall blocked the subsequent explosion.

The flashes of the explosions rose and fell over the battlefield, almost making the clearings in the forest bright. After the ranger and the hired crossbowmen shot each other, the casters of both sides also joined the battle, but the adventurers who fought alone were often not opponents of the professional magicians. The opponent quickly joined forces tore open the defense line on the adventurer's side, and the fire began to light up on the front line here.

This forced the rangers who had the advantage to turn their attention in this direction. After they divided some people to snipe the opponent's magician, the two sides almost reached a dynamic balance in the projection of long-range firepower. But this balance obviously could not last. Fei Moen-Gray Flame silently observed for a moment in the rear and finally came to the conclusion that he must have bet right, that the opponent's main force was not in this place.

The opponent's strength is far inferior to theirs.

Seeing this, he felt relieved and immediately arranged a commander to blow the trumpet. In the distant long trumpet, the gray knights finally accelerated their pace. The knights in the front row even threw away the big shield in their hands, running faster and faster. The light of the magic furnace behind him became brighter and brighter, forming a stream of light behind him.

Fei Moen stared at the stream of light, raised his sword, and suddenly shouted: "The words of the gray crow, the Lord of the Storm is above!"

He seemed to have returned to the time for a long time, as if he was staring at the same scene - on the bloody plain, countless people were fighting and falling down, blood flowing into a river. And the sound that echoed, 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!"
To be continued...