The Legend of Fatality

Bai En stood on the first hill, almost shrouded in the shadow of Billy Bally City. The wizards were divided into three groups, occupying the three hill heads outside Billy Bally City. They stood in the outermost circle, with Bai En in the middle, and on the hill head closest to the center, stood the other four mages. All four of them knew Bai En: the black elk who came in a hurry, black hair, tall man, arrogant look, the cold face was said to be greatly admired by the Fatalin Association, and Goblin king Victor, controlled The fireman is short and fat. The staff in his hand is higher than that of Bane. Finally, the Brothers Freisman, they finally came over.

In addition, in the magistrate's group, the mixed elf girl who is the apprentice of Amen Cannon, Azuhana, is in charge of the command and interim command. Standing next to her life companion, the tall orc apprentice Kuraha, the black elk.

The main forces and allies of the Margarita Allied Forces have been waiting on the plains, their weapons unsheathed, quietly waiting for the call to attack forward, 40,000 veterans, and 30,000 recruits. In the ridge one mile to the south, there is a stand-by cavalry corps, which is also standing by.

The air at noon was silent and there was no wind, and swarms of mosquitoes were biting the soldiers who were lined up on the plain. The sky is gloomy, although the clouds are not thick, but they are covered with haze.

Bai En stood on the top of the hill, under his clothes, sweat was oozing out, looked at the army on the plain, and turned to look at the elite group of wizards. In the heyday, there should be at least twenty mages standing behind him, but now there are only six. Victor was smug with a dark gray cloak he used as combat equipment.

The black elk touched Bane with his elbow, and raised his head in the direction of Victor: "Why is he so happy?"

"He will preside over the most important formation." Bai En said. Victor turned around when he heard the words from Brian.

He just smiled, then turned his head back.

"His mischievous look is really annoying." The black elk said.

Bai En grunted: "It looks like he is ready. But we still don't know the enemy's tactics, the effect of the spell, and the soldiers' combat effectiveness. The most important thing is where the other **** wizards have gone."

"Problems, these are problems," the Black Elk sighed. "Everyone in the association is busy with their own affairs, and some people don't like the wars we participated in. But when Amenganong held a meeting, No one will say what he says in person. Those young mages are growing up, but you want a real group of mages? I ’m afraid it will take a while. "

"We are all qualified," Bai En thought, "as you said. You can send all the young people, don't you? I remember there are many in the young people"

"If they had a defeat here," the black elk answered.

"Then the loss will be huge. If you catch up with anything else, Amen Cannon's plans will be messed up." Bai En continued to follow the black elk's words.

"There are rumors that they are coming back, and only half of the staff seem to have a less pleasant experience there."

"Black Church?" Bai En tried to confirm this.

The black elk nodded. "The rumors collected by Falheim have no clear goals, but Amencanon fears that they will choose Fatalin Island. After all, we haven't fully controlled the island until now."

"Everyone is busy studying the mess of ancient scrolls." Bai En complained.

"I'm a little worried," the Black Elk admitted. "It's very scary to be precise. You haven't seen Frian's face recently. He must know some facts, like a dagger stuck in his back."

"Working time is up," Victor exclaimed.

Bai En and the black elk turned around.

For the past six months, Bill Bally City has been closing the city gate and suspension bridge tightly. Now it was opened, and on the side facing them close to the city, there appeared a notch in the shadow. The door opened slowly, although there was no movement in it.

"The battle has begun." Bai En whispered.

"At least no one is holding back." Black Elk added.

The Earl of Córdoba stood on the built command tower, watching the troops on the opposite side begin their formation from early morning. The Burtanians still intend to use the tactics they have used for many years to put the cavalry first. However, the number of knights led by King Charles may be too large, he divided them into five legions. One by one corresponds to the army distributed on the battlefield.

As expected by the Earl of Cordoba, King Charlie led about 3,000 knights in the center of the battlefield, facing the Margarita Corps as a Chinese army. The left wing is composed of about two thousand knights, facing the square of Cantonia. On the right is the same number of knights facing the front line responsible for the Duke of Ron.

The Earl of Cordoba turned his head to the left, looking at the left wing of the Duke Ron over there. This was the only position he was worried about. Even if the army of the Fatalin Association defends the army from the city of Billy Barry along the artificial river bank to the north, if the army of the Duke of Ron collapses, the army of the Fatalin Association will also flee. Of course, the reverse is also true.

Although reluctant, the Earl of Cordoba prayed that Fatalin ’s magic would help them accomplish this task.

On the outermost sides of Burtania, there is a team of knights and cavalry. From a positional point of view, the Earl of Cordoba believes that these two teams will serve as a reserve team or wait for the Cavaliers to tear the enemy's front, and will be responsible for further expanding the results and preparing the light cavalry. However, it is possible that the opponent is too confident and intends to use these two teams to bypass the flanks and surround the Margarita coalition.

The Earl of Cordoba watched the enemy's front intently, but there was a strange disharmony haunting him. There is something strange about the opponent's formation, but he can't tell what went wrong. Everything seems to be normal, a well-prepared battlefield layout, the most commonly used cavalry and infantry cooperation in Burtania.

Everything seems to be the most common thing. wrong! Count Cordoba opened his eyes wide and began to search for the target he wanted in the enemy array. But found that the opponent's team did not have what they were looking for.

"Damn, where did their archers go?" Count Cordoba was startled by the discovery. With the most conventional tactics, the Burtanians should place their archers in high ground on both wings. But now all the archers in their team are missing.

Are you in the forest? The Earl of Cordoba discovered another unusual place where the enemy ’s troops were too close to the forest. The enemy's left wing was almost on the edge of the forest. This abnormal arrangement made the Earl of Cordoba even more puzzled.

"Is there any problem?" King Margarita Fernando Habs asked as he looked at his best general.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Earl of Cordoba hesitated, but told the King his findings. "The enemy archers are not on the battlefield. And they are too close to the forest."

"They ambush the archer in the forest?" King Margarita looked at the battlefield and asked equally suspiciously. "It doesn't make sense, unless they expect us to charge the cavalry, otherwise their archers can't reach this far."

"Even if they charge, their archers play a role. Their knights are soon useless, our strength is very large, and soon they can limit the space that the knights can play." Count Cordova shook his head , Denies the king's guess ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ King Charles has been commanding the battle for his entire life, and he can't make such a stupid mistake. "

"So how do you explain everything?" King Margarita asked worriedly.

"I don't know, Your Majesty." Count Cordoba admitted. "But I have enough reserves to deal with this situation. Besides, we have a backup plan." The Earl of Cordoba turned his head to look at the ridge not far from the display.

"Will it work?" King Margarita also looked in the direction of the ridge, knowing that there was an alternate plan for the Earl of Cordoba. But he has doubts about whether the plan can really succeed.

"No one knows, Your Majesty. We can only expect the gods to bless." Count Cordoba replied.

"Okay. May the gods bless us, and we can be the descendants of Istania's reunification." King Margarita patted Count Cordova's shoulder and said.

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