I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 463: Internal strife among druids, attack by the knights

"Darwin, look at the marching route here..." Alpha was interrupted by the magic researcher beside him before he could finish his words.

The silver-haired scholar's attention had long been attracted by the elven wizard not far away. The magic books in Darwin's arms were scattered all over the ground, and the fluorescent butterflies sandwiched between the pages were flapping their wings, ready to fly.

Seeing that the other party was holding the crystal ball and enthusiastically discussing elemental resonance with the elf, Alpha shook his head helplessly, took off his gloves and rubbed his eyebrows.

However, the silver bell laughter of two maids was heard at the right time.

Fanxing was standing on tiptoe to adjust Alpha's cloak, and the laurel leaves in his hair brushed against his chin;

Mingyue handed the freshly picked berries to his lips, her fingertips still stained with the sweetness of morning dew.

Alpha leaned against the carved armrest of the chariot, letting the warm wind brush across his face. Looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, a rare smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The dusk was as dark as ink, and thick dark purple was surging in the sky, shrouding the entire forest in a strange atmosphere.

The druid priest Balman's skinny fingers trembled slightly as he pointed at the entrance to the dense forest that swallowed up the light. Fear and anxiety were intertwined on his wrinkled face.

"Captain Alpha, this is our druid tribe. Yesterday, the Knights of the Hague attacked like jackals, and we were caught off guard. The tribe fell apart in an instant. Now, our people are scattered, and the truth is buried in the chaos." Balman didn't dare to find out, for fear that his people would be killed by the enemy.

Alpha narrowed his eyes, and his sharp gaze penetrated the thick fog, but he only saw the endless darkness deep in the forest.

The sunlight at three or four o'clock in the afternoon seemed so powerless in front of this forest, as if it was completely swallowed up by some mysterious force.

Alpha nodded slightly, turned to look at Mashu, his deep eyes concealed a deep meaning: "Mashu, select a few elites and follow the druid to explore in depth. Remember, in the face of danger, you must adapt to the situation."

Mash understood and bowed slightly: "Got it, Master Alpha."

After countless times of fighting side by side, Mashu could already understand the deep meaning behind every look in Alpha's eyes.

In this cruel battlefield, druids are only temporary allies. If necessary, it is not a pity to abandon them.

Alpha turned around and issued instructions in an orderly manner, his voice low and firm: "Quinte, lead two hundred warriors to seize the commanding heights; Barras and Baruch, control the crossbows and catapults; Perov, the chariot leads the way; Da Gama, closely guard the center army."

Alpha's words were as powerful as steel, and every word carried unquestionable majesty.

A druid suddenly rushed out of the crowd, his face full of vigilance: "Are you going to attack our druid tribe?"

There was a note of caution in his voice, and his hand unconsciously grasped the weapon at his waist.

Alpha looked calm, but his tone was as cold as ice: "As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke us, we will not interfere with each other."

"Druids have always loved peace. How could they provoke disputes for no reason?" the tribesman retorted excitedly, his eyes full of disbelief.

Alpha sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "Oh? What about Chloe? When he raided us, he didn't claim that he was not a druid."

"That's a misunderstanding! We were deceived by the villain!" The tribesmen argued angrily with red faces.

Alpha's expression was stern, and he exuded a sense of oppression: "If you insist on questioning my decision, we will leave immediately."

He secretly shook his head in his heart. These druids had no sense of crisis at all. No wonder they were easily driven out of their homes.

Priest Balman hurried forward, apologetically saying, "Kanaz, don't be impulsive. Captain Alpha's arrangement is to protect us. If there are still remaining enemies in the tribe, this deployment will allow us to respond in time."

Balmain looked at the innocent appearance of his people and felt sad.

At this moment, Mashu hurried out of the forest, with beads of sweat on her forehead. "My lord, the situation is not good! The Druid tribe seems to be intact, and the forest is heavily guarded. It doesn't look like it has been attacked at all."

Mashu reported quickly and arranged for five dark elves to continue their covert reconnaissance.

Alpha's eyes darkened, and he whispered, "Mashu, continue to explore further, I will stabilize the situation."

Alpha had long been aware of the undercurrents behind this cooperation, but he did not expect Druid to be so complicated.

Before he finished speaking, a sound of heavy footsteps was heard from deep in the forest.

A team of druid warriors, wearing armor and holding weapons, walked out slowly.

The leader was Chloe. His eyes were cold and he swept them around like a sharp blade: "Priest Balman, you colluded with outsiders and tried to attack your own tribe?" His voice was full of anger and disappointment.

Vice Captain Kanaz glared at him: "Chloe, how dare you question the priest like this!"

In the Druid tradition, the priest's status is highly respected, far beyond Chloe's reach.

Chloe was not afraid at all. She took a step forward and said fiercely: "The facts are before our eyes. What do you want to do with your army approaching us?"

Balman looked calm, but his tone was a bit dignified: "Where is the chieftain? Ask him to come out and talk."

In Balmain's eyes, Chloe was just a clown and he didn't even bother to argue with her.

Chloe suddenly laughed out loud, his laughter full of sarcasm: "You cowards, you fled in the face of the enemy! We fought bloody battles and repelled the enemy. Now, how can you have the face to ask the patriarch?" His words were like sharp blades, stabbing at everyone.

The air was filled with tension, and a big war seemed to be about to break out.

Alpha silently gripped the hilt of the sword, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he quietly waited for the situation to change...

The clouds were so low that one could almost hear the faint sound of war drums coming from within the clouds.

Balman took a step forward suddenly, his old finger almost poking Chloe's nose. His hoarse voice was filled with blood: "That day, I personally led the rear guard and risked my life to send you a letter for help! But when we evacuated with women and children, the druid barrier had already collapsed inch by inch, and the outer defense line was completely collapsed! When did you come back?"

Chloe's armor glowed coldly in the twilight. He suddenly drew out the scimitar from his waist, and the blade cut through the air with a sharp hissing sound: "What nonsense! How could the iron hooves of mankind break through our natural barriers? It's clearly you cowards who are running away from the battlefield!"

Chloe suddenly turned to Alpha and his group, and the blade drew a chilling arc in the air: "Take down these foreigners together!"

"I want to see the chief! Let him judge the matter!" Balmain tore open his collar, revealing the arrow wound on his neck that had not yet healed, with blood dripping down the wrinkles.

"You are worthy?" Chloe sneered, turned around and was about to give an order, but was interrupted by a clear eagle cry.

The elf Melissa fell from the sky like a black meteor. Before she could fold her wings, she shouted anxiously: "Lord Alpha! A large number of knights appeared in the rear, and they are setting up a siege formation!"

"It's really a joint effort from inside and outside!" Chloe's roar shook the treetops, and the druid warriors behind him immediately drew their bows and arrows, "Kill them!"

At the critical moment, the dark elves suddenly appeared from the shadows, surrounding a white-haired old man.

The old man held a scepter inlaid with jade, and with every step he took, the ground glowed with a faint blue light - it was the Druid Chief!

“Chloe!” The old patriarch’s voice was like thunder splitting the night sky, “Put down your weapons!”

"Put it down?" Chloe suddenly laughed wildly. He pulled off his helmet, revealing a face full of hideous scars. "If I hadn't pretended to join the Knights of the Hague, if I hadn't used myself as bait to delay time, you would have been imprisoned long ago! The entire druid world would have been crushed to dust under the iron hoof!"

The old chief's staff slammed heavily on the ground, and the whole forest resonated with vibrations: "But you shouldn't have attacked me! You shouldn't have betrayed your own people!"

As the old patriarch spoke, vines suddenly broke through the ground and wrapped around Chloe's feet to form a cage.

Chloe's veins were throbbing from the vines, but she still laughed defiantly: "Ten thousand cavalrymen are about to arrive! Even if we add these human reinforcements, what does it matter? It will just be more people buried with us!"

Alpha's knuckles turned white from gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, and a suppressed sneer escaped from his throat.

He looked at the druids in front of him who were on the verge of a fight - Chloe's neck with bulging veins, Balmain's trembling beard, and the old patriarch's turbid but alert eyes. These people seemed like puppets controlled by invisible threads, still obsessed with meaningless internal friction at the critical moment of life and death.

"If you insist on indulging in these farces," he suddenly pulled open his cloak, and the metal badge made a cold sound in the twilight, "then we will leave immediately."

Balman staggered to the patriarch, his large priest robe stained with mud: "Patriarch! The Alpha Knights were also attacked by the Hague Knights. They..."

"Enough!" The old patriarch slammed his emerald scepter into the ground, and a spider-web-like fluorescent pattern instantly spread across the ground. "Let humans block the enemy from the outside. The Druid forest will never need foreigners to touch it!" His hand covered with age spots suddenly pointed at Alpha, "Go back to where you came from!"

Alpha didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

When Alpha turned around, the black iron wristband brushed against the sword at his waist, making a slight buzzing sound.

The sound of the retreating team startled the night owls in the forest, and their shrill cries seemed to mock this short-lived alliance.

"This is simply too much!" The elf princess Evelyn suddenly flapped her wings, and the moonlight dyed her translucent wings blood red.

"We risked our lives to come and support them, and they used us as shields?" Evelyn angrily threw out magic stardust, leaving charred marks on the ground.

Alpha reached out and pressed her trembling shoulders, his fingertips touching the elves' unique cold scales: "Evelyn, look at that blood moon."

Alpha pointed to the dark red moon in the sky. "The arrogance of the druids is more deadly than the cavalry of the Knights of the Hague. But our way of survival has never been in the hands of others."

After saying that, Alpha rode his horse forward, his black cloak fluttering in the wind like a battle flag about to be unfurled.

"My Lord!" The Elf Princess Evelyn was so angry that her wings were shaking. "This is clearly a case of crossing the river and destroying the bridge!"

Alpha stared at the billowing smoke in the distance, his eyes colder than the night: "They think we are abandoned, which may not be unreasonable. After all, we can't escape now."

Alpha suddenly pointed to the southeast, where there was a lone peak standing proudly. "Look at that Eagle Beak Cliff. The cliffs on both sides are as sharp as knives. As long as we defend the front, it will be difficult for even a thousand troops to attack."

Before he finished speaking, a horn sounded in the distance.

Alpha jumped onto his horse, his cloak fluttering in the wind like a black battle flag.

Alpha knew that the real war had just begun.

The setting sun is as red as blood, dyeing the Eagle's Beak Cliff dark red.

Alpha stood on the top of the cliff, his cloak fluttering, like a cold god of war.

His voice pierced through the howling mountain wind, and every word was as clear as iron: "Karas, use chariots to build the first line of defense! Da Gama, immediately build a rock barrier! Baruch, prepare the crossbows and catapults to cover the fire! Quinte, coordinate the overall defense! Mashu, lead the reconnaissance team to inspect every inch of the cliff!"

The military order was as heavy as a mountain, and everyone acted quickly.

The sounds of metal colliding, wood dragging, and rocks rolling interweave into a tense pre-war melody.

Quinte personally directed the arrangement of fortifications. With his sharp eyes, he laid sharp chevaux de frise stakes on the road that had to be passed, crisscrossed with tripwires as thick as a child's arm, and even had huge boulders waiting in the wings on high places.

However, in front of the passage leading to the druid tribe, he abnormally cleared a wide path, as if silently provoking the enemy - come on, attack your allies.

On the distant horizon, a dark army of knights surged in like a tide.

Their armor shone coldly in the setting sun, and the sound of their horses' hooves made the earth tremble.

When the first group of cavalry came into the firing range, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and then, earth-shaking shouts of killing suddenly rang out!

"Fire!" Baruch roared, and the catapult halfway up the mountain made an earth-shaking roar.

The huge stone bullets cut through the sky and smashed into the enemy camp like meteorites, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.

The chariot crossbows also began to shoot accurately, with sharp arrows breaking through the air, specifically targeting enemy generals and elite knights.

Every vibration of the bowstring was accompanied by the enemy's screams.

As more enemy troops approached, Quintey calmly commanded his troops to gradually retreat.

He knew very well that the enemy's military force was like an endless tide, and if he refused to retreat, he would only be exhausted to death.

"Retreat! Maintain formation!" Quinte's voice was firm and steady. The soldiers retreated to the second line of defense in an orderly manner. Every step was accompanied by rain of arrows and fighting, and every inch of land was soaked in blood.

At this moment, Eagle's Beak Cliff has turned into a steel fortress, and what is about to come will be a real life-and-death battle.

The bloody setting sun sank completely into the horizon, and the night fell like a giant blanket soaked in ink, covering the Eagle Cliff battlefield.

The sounds of fighting, the clashing of weapons, and the neighing of war horses surged into a boiling sea of ​​blood in the thick night.

The Hague Knights' tidal offensive was shattered by Alpha's carefully arranged defense line.

An hour later, more than a hundred corpses lay on the ground, but they still failed to break through the steel defense line formed by the chariots.

There were spears like a forest in the rear, arrows from archers were like rain, and the crossbow hidden in the chariot was like a deadly steel snake, every sound of the string could reap several lives.

Every step forward the enemy makes comes at a heavy price.

Alpha stood on a high place, staring at the battlefield like a hawk.

Under the moonlight, the stagnant chariots were like sleeping beasts. They should have been rotating swords that could tear apart the enemy's formation, but now they became decorations because the chariots could not move.

"Barras," Alpha pointed at the battlefield and said in a deep voice, "If this continues, the power of these tanks will be wasted. We must get the rollers turning again!"

Baras followed Alpha's gaze and frowned.

As a master of mechanics, Baras knew very well that the rotating long sword in front of the chariot was connected to the wheels. Once the chariot stopped, the long sword would become useless.

After a moment's silence, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Sir, I have a way!"

Under the cover of night, Baras led a team of dwarf craftsmen into quick action.

They were like nimble shadows, busily shuttling between the chariots.

Amid the clanging sounds, they widened the warhorse's cockpit and redesigned the transmission structure to directly connect the long sword with the warhorse's movements.

This new rotating wheel device is like a huge millstone. As long as the warhorse keeps running, it can drive the long sword to spin wildly.

Time passed by every second, and amid the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, the dwarves raced against time to transform their chariots.

When the Knights of The Hague launched a new round of night attacks, the two modified chariots on the outside were ready.

Under the moonlight, the long sword that was turning again emitted a cold light, like the scythe of the god of death, quietly waiting for the arrival of the next prey.