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Chapter 57 - Chapter 12: A Moment Between Life and Death

凝视着远处炽热的战场,艾米的表情变得严峻,因为她意识到一千名士兵的牺牲为敌方指挥官赢得了重新部署部队的时间."号角——先遣单位转移到左翼.中央军的两个剑士师和我向右冲锋——"这是预定的策略之一.如果向北的直接进攻失败,他们会立即转向右侧突破,那里是狮子河防区的精锐部队所在地.即使有敌军挡路,也不应该面临重重拦截,因为敌人需要防范狮河军的增援.在暴风雪中,敌人无法迅速改变他们的防御方向.留在最前线的剑士很快与中央军的右翼汇合.一直掩护后方的两名队长带领他们的 50 名剑士沿着狮子河岸,在艾米身后冲锋.他们还没有走多远,就被一条火线挡住了他们的去路.很明显,敌人也跑到了这个地方.战兵们展现出出色的奔跑能力,已经形成了一个完全由战兵组成的战阵.狼兵将火把扔向战场中央,双方都没有停下来,互相冲锋."冰风暴",艾米已经很久没有使用过一级或二级魔法了.但冰刃被高阶冰精灵封印后,一级魔法师可以挥舞着前所未有的力量.狼兵的小盾牌无法保护他们的脚——虽然冰暴的攻击力并不强,但不断形成的冰层困住了前排狼的脚下,导致后面的士兵翻滚.霍恩斯和中央军在同一时刻跟进.这一次,挡剑者成为了战斗的主力军.短距离刺伤是他们的专长.每有一名剑士倒下,就会立即有一名挡箭剑士填补缺口.纤细的黑色剑从小盾牌的缝隙中刺出,鲜血喷涌而出.为了确保敌人已经死亡,每个剑客都按照赤傲天的特别指示,在拔剑时都会拉起."艾米——"大青山刚刚飘过来,没有落地,用力抓住了艾米的手.后面的剑士迅速填补了艾米留下的空白:"出事了,又有两支部队正在向我们冲来.艾米很震惊,想知道敌人怎么会反应这么快.当她飘到空中时,她意识到这是真的.不仅有两道炽热的阵法以极快的速度向他们冲来,其他火团也像笼子一样,守卫着东,西,北,同时也聚集在他们的阵地上.不算火把,每个火热的阵型大约由 500 到 1,000 人组成."艾米,"尚未完全康复的英在艾米的安排下被安置在中央军中."在西北的天空中,有一群火球在摇曳;它已经在那里呆了半天了.正好带领精灵弓箭手从他们身边经过的格尔苏听到英的话,转头看向西北方向,脸上露出惊讶的神色:"指挥官,那边果然有火球.落地后,艾米与大青山交换了一个眼神,两人都看到了对方眼中的震惊和恐惧.虽然由于种族差异,他们看不到西部发生了什么,但一切都表明,敌方指挥官正在远程控制整个战场.如果是这样的话,今天这个小型雇佣兵团几乎没有希望逃脱这个陷阱.在西北方向,在流大坑的斜坡上,已经竖立了一个巨大的木制平台.来自东方的暴风雪没有影响到这个地区.达海诺正在平台上与西征司令部的几名高级军官一起喝茶.作为一个人类,他看不到东方发生了什么,但他知道这不会影响战争的最终胜利.在七千名战狼兵中,有三名视力最好的人正眯着眼睛望着远处的战场发展,从平台上的五个巨型红灯笼中引导命令,向千人部队的指挥官发出敌方位置的信号.达海诺轻轻搅拌着杯子里的茶叶.被拖下床真的很不愉快,尤其是对于他这个年纪的人来说.不过,能够看穿敌人的突围企图并控制局面,感觉还是挺令人满意的.虽然这场战斗不再需要他亲身参与,但聚集和歼灭强大敌人的乐趣不容错过.小小的佣兵团继续向狼兵猛烈冲锋.无论是剑士,魔法剑士,还是挡剑士,他们的个人战斗能力都远超狼兵.他们人数大致相等,迅速吞噬了敌人阵型的中心.敌人的主要指挥官明显不如前任,尽管拥有数量优势,但未能以灵活的阵型吸收冲击.然而,无论敌军指挥官多么虚弱,一千名狼兵伸出脖子,就意味着当他们突破防御阵型时,远处的火龙会形成新的阵型,兽人和熊兵等重甲部队会重新出现在他们体内.在肆虐的暴风雪中,汗水已经从艾米和大青山的额头上滴落."格林,格林在哪里?"艾米迅速冲向中央军的雪橇,发现了最大的雪橇.格林躺在那里,脸色很差.艾美感到一阵心痛;这十天来,小家伙已经筋疲力尽了,施放了无限的三四级法术,最后是域法术.如果不是神龙,她早就彻底耗尽了.伤亡的雇佣兵不断涌入,鲜血很快就把地面染红了.面对两种邪恶,一种必须选择较轻的——艾米的手颤抖着轻轻拍着格林:"格林,格林,你还能起来吗?我们需要你的帮助.格林慢慢地睁开眼睛,挣扎着从雪橇上站起来,她的头低垂着,翅膀在地上拖着."格林,看向西边,那个灯塔正在威胁我们.如果我们不让它消失,我们所有人都能做到吗?艾米把脸贴在格林的脸上,痛苦的泪水几乎要溢出来.现在的情况对 Amy 来说已经无法用语言来形容了.战士们密密麻麻地躺在雪橇上的景象说明了一切——自从加入佣兵团以来,格林从未见过这么多受伤和死亡的战友.The little divine dragon placed her front claws on Amy's shoulder, flapping her wings, trying to fly into the sky. But as soon as she left the ground, she crashed heavily back down, her head hitting the snow, sending a spray of snowflakes into the air.Amy took a deep breath; it seemed that fate had indeed turned against the small mercenary group. Taking another deep breath, she covertly wiped away her tears while casting the amplifying spell: "Horns, lead the troops along the riverbank to strike eastward. If it's impossible, return to West Island or retreat to the Xius Empire."At this moment, this was the only path that might still hold a glimmer of hope. The reed-filled banks of the Lion River might help the small mercenary group fend off the enemy's heavy troops, and with a smaller area of attack, they might just break through as a wedge."Wait, Amy," Ying stood beside her, tears brimming in her eyes. "Let me try. I want to ride a young griffon and shoot the lantern down from the sky.""Ying, it's not feasible. Griffons are practically blind at night; they can't see anything, or I would have already sent the griffon squad with the team for the assault." Amy gently held Ying's waist."I can try. As elves, we can use the most basic magic to communicate with animals, enter their world, and see farther enemies through their eyes. Maybe we can let the griffon see what I see." The elven girl looked at Amy with determination, her lower lip trembling slightly."Really?" Amy's eyes suddenly brightened, "Is it really possible?""I'll try," Ying's cold little hand tightly grasped Amy's, her soft voice low: "Amy, hold me once more, please?" Her hands were so cold that Amy's heart shattered, breaking into pieces in the wind.Amy knew that, like all soldiers of the Fascis continent, Ying, who came from the Elven Forest, had never experienced such icy conditions. How could the enemy allow her to approach so easily? Such a cunning enemy commander would surely have defenses in place. This journey was perhaps a one-way trip. Ignoring the gazes of the mercenaries around them, Amy hugged Ying's slender waist with force. In the cold wind, her delicate body shivered, and Amy pressed her lips against her pointed ear: "Darling, whether or not you succeed, promise me you'll return.""Amy, I love you, forever and always." The girl pressed her face tightly against Amy's white shirt, her black hair swirling in the wind. She carefully wiped her tears away inside his shirt, then broke free from Amy's arms, untying a young griffon from behind a swordsman, climbing onto its back. In the fierce wind, griffon feathers danced in the air."Up—" The young girl bit her frozen lips tightly, pulling the harness tied to the griffon's mouth. The griffon hesitated, flapped its wings, then ran a few steps before taking off into the night sky.In the air, each sway of the griffon in the wind made Amy's heart tremble: "Ying, come back, or else—"Everyone knew the rest of the words, whether it was Ying in the sky, Daqingshan beside her, or the mercenaries lying on the ground—they knew it meant life or death.Unlike most lovers, Amy and Ying's relationship had always been in a delicate state. Ying, having never experienced true paternal love, saw Amy not only as the boy she liked and her future husband, but also subconsciously as a father figure with more life experience than her. That's why in her earliest letters to Amy, she unconsciously wrote, "I really want you to be the one to nurture this little seedling into a strong tree."Similarly, Amy, who grew up with his grandfather, was surrounded by male influences like his grandfather, Chi Hanfeng, Lei Ge, Daqingshan, and later, Ah Feng and Old Locke, who greatly impacted him. He had virtually no contact with girls and instinctively rejected them. In his social circle, he was always the youngest. In his interactions with Ying, Cupid struck him with a bolt of lightning, stirring the deepest strings of his heart. Never having truly experienced romantic love, Amy was deeply moved by Ying and treated this delicate, fragile girl, who had never known true happiness, like his own child, protecting and loving her. When Ying "viciously" forced him to shave clean, to dry his hair, to have breakfast, she was expressing another kind of love Amy had never experienced—a mother's love. Furthermore, the life-and-death trial of the sapphire meteorite greatsword, where Ying nearly sacrificed her life for Amy's escape, further strengthened their bond.All these intertwined forms of love, perhaps truly embody the saying: "What is love in this world that it can bind two souls until death?"Daqingshan suddenly remembered something. He ran over to Gersu and asked loudly, "Can you arrange for some lighter archers to ride the griffons and disrupt the enemy's command system?"Gersu had witnessed the previous scene. He shook his head helplessly: "Deputy Commander, if it were possible, I wouldn't have let a newly-of-age female elf undertake such a perilous task. We are prairie elves, and the basic magic of the forest elves is a spiritual system, outside the six elemental systems. Due to geographical reasons, the basic magic of us prairie elves is wind magic."Taking one last look at the night sky that swallowed his lover's figure, Amy's Ice Blade once again radiated light as she plunged into the enemy ranks, tears, blood, and snow mingling on her face.