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But this deadlock is what Bloodcane is happy to see, “act recklessly!” It makes a sneer, it needs Time, not the enemy as quickly as possible. Although it is a bit humiliating to make these opponents unable to withstand a single blow, it is better than failure. Moreover, these human beings are obviously the last military force in the Southern Territory. Once they are destroyed, don’t say Viero and Callas. It is south of the entire Ampere Searl, and Madara is not an opportunity to get involved.

They also have another ally that allows Radnor to rule this vast area, as the buffer zone between Madara and North Aouine’s, apparently the supreme one would like to see.

Bloodcane finally sighed in relief and seemed to have seen the victory beckoning to himself.

Above the hills, in the Linden forest, Earl Jacques is also gloomy, and the Trentheim people are making mistakes. But perhaps it shouldn’t be called a mistake, because it can’t be avoided, Earl Zilin asked him if he wanted to scream for the Count of Tonigel, but he refused because he understood that it was meaningless to do so. What Count of Tonigel did was the right choice, but this choice is still wrong now, and there is no such opportunity on the battlefield.

The strength is still too small.

He regretted it. If he had not ruined the Viero army before, then it must be another situation. The Lord Count subconsciously took one’s own hilt and the knuckles were so tense. When he first went to the battlefield, he didn’t seem to be so breathless.

But everyone on the battlefield probably didn’t think about how Brando’s mood was at the moment. He was actually very comfortable and standing in the drizzle very easily, because he saw it as if he had imagined that Bloodcane was making mistakes –

This mistake is fatal.

Because it really thought that Trentheim had no backup force to hit its flank.

He turned back, in the middle of the forest, Medissa was nodded to him far away, and then the Silver Elf Little Princess untied the horn from the waist – it was Flange Knight’s dragon horn bugle, the dark body with silver on it. The rose pattern, which depicts the scene of the past war, tells a legend. In that legend, the flag of the blue sky on the plains of Malad is fluttering like a sea, depicting the lance of the Franks, flashing, describing the horn The long sound, with the courage of the first various ancient spirit.

Depicting the king of silver, he led his scene of the charge of Knight to Miirna.

Silver Elf Little Princess puts the horn on his lips and blows it hard.

The horn is long and sounds through the mountains.

In the eyes of everyone, it seems like falling snow, thousands of silver heavenly horses, rolling from the horizon, the moment the earth roars, like the resonance of the mountains.

The magic staff in the hands of Bloodcane slammed into the ground.

… (to be continued.)

A silver line appeared on the horizon. This silver line crossed the hills and river valleys, and the thunder swelled. It was close to the front, and it was obvious that there were countless silver horses. These slender and graceful flanged horses came to the forest’s border and began to slow down. They stopped slowly. They shook their ears. On the meadow outside the forest, the tallest horse in the horse group. , raise your head and look at the direction of the forest.

The Wind Archer girls who witnessed this scene were almost stunned, and they all turned their curious eyes on Medissa, and they were full of admiration for the Princess Commander.

Medissa’s face was reddish red, but it quickly calmed down and calmly instructed: “Forestsong Guard, listen to my order, get on.”

When the girls heard the order, they quickly carried the longbow to the back, and then walked out of the forest, and carefully came to the beautiful horses; but they immediately found that these horses were extremely friendly to them, not only without hostility, but also Hanging down to get close to them, as if not the first encounter, but the comrades who have been with each other for many years. The girls were both surprised and curious. While pulling down the hood of the cloak, they touched the mane of their mount with affection, then grabbed the saddle, stepped on the stables, and turned the horse one by one.

Their movements are extremely skilled, as if they were trained.

The last one was Feini. The chief Forest Elf shooter also had a shrinking look at first, but when she got on the horse, she immediately started the spirit and said happily: “Lost Th Thing let us conduct equestrian training every day. Just for today!”

Brando grabbed the bridle and looked back at her. “I don’t know who is crying in training.”

Feini replied without a red heart. “Isn’t this also riding? This horse is really gentle. I have never seen such a good horse. It seems that riding it has a feeling of mutual connection.”

Other girls have also agreed.