I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 462 Druid Seeks Help

In the center of the camp, the fortifications that the dwarf engineers had renovated overnight were showing their edge - four repaired chariots formed a circle, and the three newly built armored chariots were shining with a cold metallic luster, and the runes carved on the front of the chariots were flashing with the glimmer of defensive magic.

The most eye-catching thing is the fire furnace. The red furnace body is spewing out eternal flames. Dwarf blacksmiths are forging arrows around it, and sparks are flying like falling stars.

Further away, twenty repaired crossbows were pointed toward the sky, with magic runes wrapped around their bronze crossbow arms. The capstans of ten catapults were creaking, ready to hurl huge stone bombs into the sky at any time.

These originally destroyed war machines have been reborn in the skillful hands of the dwarves. The improved towing design allows them to move flexibly on the grassland, like dormant steel behemoths.

Melissa landed as lightly as a bluebird, her emerald eyes reflecting the flames of war in the sky: "There are two teams. There are about 34 defeated soldiers in the front, with their armor torn, and a thousand cavalrymen are chasing closely behind. Judging from the flags,..."

Melissa suddenly fell silent, obviously having discovered some shocking details.

Alpha stroked the rune on the hilt, and after a moment's silence, he gave the order: "Quintai, raise the neutral flag. Send a messenger with a peace emblem to meet them, and warn both sides not to step within a hundred meters of the camp!"

Alpha looked at the gradually approaching smoke and dust, knowing full well that in this chaotic battlefield, remaining neutral might be the only way to survive - but those chariot crossbows and catapults flashing with cold light were already ready to go, ready to crush any invading enemy into dust.

Melissa's elven wings fell in the night wind, and the ends of her hair were stained with a few charred leaves: "Lord Alpha, the defeated army is the Druid tribe, and the cavalry in the rear are holding trident flags, which are the ones who exchanged fire with us yesterday."

She tapped her fingertips, and two tokens engraved with vine patterns fell into Alpha's palm. "The druid has sent out an envoy, who is waiting a hundred meters away."

Alpha's thumb stroked the barbs on the edge of the token. The cold touch reminded him of the roar when the druid-controlled crossbow crushed the chariot on the battlefield last night.

"Let the messenger come alone, and the rest of you go around. We don't welcome druids." Alpha looked at the corner of the camp, where dozens of bodies covered with white cloth were rising and falling in the twilight, like solidified waves. "Tell them, if you dare to cross the line, you will be killed by the chariots and crossbows."

As soon as Balman Gu stepped into the camp, the druid priest's deerskin boots suddenly stopped in place.

The scene before him completely overturned his cognition - the elven priest was bandaging the wound of the orc warrior, the dwarf blacksmith was helping the goblin adjust the mechanical arm, and the human knight and the boar man were wiping their weapons side by side.

The air was filled with the languages ​​of different races, but there was not a trace of tension.

"Dear..." Balmain started to speak but was interrupted by Alpha's cold gaze.

The young knight's cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing dried blood on the lining: "The druid's peace means smashing our chariots with huge logs? Wrapping warriors' necks with vines?"

Alpha suddenly lifted the white cloth covering the nearest corpse, revealing the hideous vine marks on the chest of the young soldier. "Who should pay for these young lives?"

Balmain's antler headdress trembled violently: "This is impossible! Druids have always lived in harmony with nature, how could... "

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The crystal ball in Melissa's hand lit up with a faint blue light, clearly reflecting the bloody trident on the cavalry flag.

The camp was instantly as tense as a bow with a full string.

Twenty crossbow carts made a buzzing sound as their gears turned in unison. The capstans of the catapults were tightened to the extreme, making a creaking sound as they could not bear the heavy load.

Alpha pointed his magic sword at the sky, and the lightning condensed on the tip of the sword dyed the clouds purple: "Ultimatum! Retreat three kilometers away, or you will be killed without mercy."

As Balmain was pushed back by the guards, he still looked back in disbelief.

Until a druid covered in bandages suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "Master Priest! They are the 'blood clan minions' that Captain Chloe mentioned! We fought with them yesterday and lost more than 34 members of our tribe. They were all the wild boar people. Chloe led the team."

"What nonsense!" Balmain threw his arm away, and the emerald pendant on the antler shattered. "Chloe believed the slander of those defectors! If they really wanted to destroy the Druids, why did they let us go when we were defeated?"

Balman looked at the figures of various tribes repairing the chariots in the camp, and suddenly remembered the trusting light in the eyes of the elven priest when he looked at the human knight just now, "They may be able to save us druids, but it's all because of that hot-tempered boy Chloe."

The iron hooves of the Hague Knights crushed the morning light, and the bloody trident on the black flag surged in the flames, like the bared fangs of the god of death.

When the knight in the front raised his blood-stained spear, Alpha's sword had already pierced the night sky: "Shoot!"

Twenty crossbows simultaneously emitted sharp whistles that tore through the air, and bronze crossbow arrows shot out into the air, trailing dark blue flames.

The capstans of ten catapults suddenly released, and several tons of granite shells streaked across the sky with the force of thunder.

The distance of two hundred meters was shortened in an instant under the deadly firepower, and the knights in the front row were pierced like a sieve along with their horses.

The splattering flesh and blood drew scarlet arcs in the air. The knights behind were unable to stop in time and crashed into this flesh and blood barrier made of corpses.

"Fill it! Quick!" The dwarven blacksmiths ran around shirtless, their beards covered in iron filings and sweat.

They inserted the resin-soaked rockets into the crossbow slots. The sound of metal collision and heavy breathing intertwined into a passionate war song.

The second round of volleys exploded at a distance of one hundred meters, and the crossbow arrows accurately penetrated the knight's chain armor.

The hail of bullets from the catapults plowed huge furrows in the cavalry formation, and broken limbs and arms mixed with broken shields flew into the air.

"The chariots and crossbows retreat! The chariots charge! The catapults continue to suppress!" Alpha's voice echoed over the battlefield.

Four armored vehicles roared out of the camp, the death blades on the front of the vehicles spinning at high speed, and the sharp sound of cutting through the air was tooth-grinding.

When the first chariot crashed into the cavalry formation, the crisp sound of bones breaking was heard in the flying blood mist, and the collision of steel and flesh played a symphony of death in the night.

The offensive of the Hague Knights collapsed in the face of the steel torrent, and the remaining cavalry attempted to break out by turning to the sides.

At this moment, the violent knights led by Quinte rushed out from the shadows, the wolf-head battle flags fluttering, and the knights' roars shook the earth.

In the sunlight, the gleaming battle axes and knights' spears intertwined into an impenetrable web of death, trapping the defeated enemy in the center.

The massacre lasted less than two hours.

When the last Hague knight dropped his weapon and knelt to beg for mercy, the battlefield was already covered with a dark red carpet of blood.

Alpha wiped the blood off the sword and glanced at the mess on the ground: "Clean up the battlefield and give priority to treating the wounded."

Alpha turned to Da Gama, who was leading the newly regularized knights to collect the spoils, and said, "You will be restored to normal knights and enjoy the knight's equipment. Those captives with potential will be recruited, and those who resist will be..." Before he finished speaking, Da Gama saluted and understood, "Understood, sir!"

The bonfires in the distance gradually lit up, illuminating the busy figures of warriors of all ethnic groups.

The healing magic of the elven priests flowed over the wounded, and the sound of the dwarf blacksmiths' hammering rang out again, repairing the damaged armor and weapons.

This sudden battle not only defended the peace of the camp, but also made this team composed of different races closer through the tempering of blood and fire.

When the scorching sun pierced through the clouds at noon, Fanxing, covered in sweat, opened the tent curtain and said, "Master Alpha, the druid priest Balman wants to see you and has been waiting outside the camp for half an hour."

Mingyue, who was standing by, placed the freshly roasted venison and wild berry jam on the wooden table. The steaming hot air was mixed with the smell of blood.

The battlefield had not been completely cleared in the morning, and the sound of dwarves repairing chariots could still be heard in the distance.

Alpha paused while wiping his sword, and his bloodshot eyes were reflected on the blade.

"Let him go to the meeting room." Alpha tore off his blood-stained cloak. In the makeshift canvas tent, the morning light was filtering through the cracks, outlining mottled shadows.

When Balmain entered the tent, her antler headdress was entwined with fresh ivy, with morning dew still condensed between the emerald leaves.

"Sir Alpha Knight!" Balman said in a hurried voice, "The Knights of the Hague used magic to transform themselves into merchants and passed on false information about your army to us! They claimed that you are minions of the vampires and are trying to massacre the Druid Forest..."

"So you used giant trees and vines to strangle my warriors on the chariot?" Alpha suddenly stood up, and the sound of armor colliding startled Balman and he took a half step back.

The young knight slammed his palm on the table, causing the wild berry jam in the ceramic bowl to splash out scarlet juice. "Can you make those eternally sleeping warriors put down their hatred as easily as putting away their bows and arrows?"

The priest's skinny fingers tightened the wicker belt around his waist: "But we are all victims! As long as we unite, we can definitely defeat the Knights of The Hague..."

"That's enough." Alpha walked around the long table, his black iron boots screeching over the gravel. "My team is not the Avengers. We will crush anyone who attacks us - that's all."

Alpha suddenly paused, his cold eyes swept over the oak amulet dangling on Balman's chest, "Besides, the druid's 'peace' is more deadly than poison in the eyes of a warrior like me."

When Balmain turned around, feeling embarrassed at being rejected, he suddenly turned back and asked: "What if I could bring the dead back to life and appease this blood feud?"

Balman's old voice was filled with a strange glow, "The magic of druids coexisting with nature may be able to..."

These words plunged the entire tent into dead silence.

Alpha stared at the earnestness in the priest's eyes, and finally nodded slightly: "If there is a miracle, I will reconsider it."

An hour later, in the open space on the edge of the grassland, hundreds of vines broke out from the ground and weaved into a huge green dome.

Balman led twelve high-level druids to stand in the center. Their chanting mixed with the birdsong, and an emerald glow gradually filled the air.

When the midday sun penetrated the dome, a shocking scene occurred - the dwarf corpses covered with white cloth slowly sat up among the entangled vines, and the light of life rekindled in their empty eye sockets.

"But remember," Balmain wiped the sweat from his forehead, the glow of magic still lingering on his fingertips, "Their bodies have resonated with natural energy, and if they touch metal weapons, it will cause a violent backlash."

Balman looked at the dwarves and druids who were cheering and hugging each other in the distance, and then cast his expectant gaze towards Alpha, "Now, can we fight side by side?"

Alpha stroked the runes on the hilt of the sword, and in the distance came the sound of a dwarf patting the druid on the back and laughing.

He suddenly remembered that the dwarves who had shed tears for their dead companions in the blacksmith shop last night were now teaching the druid how to debug the catapult.

"You can cooperate, but I want you to swear in front of everyone," his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, "that the druid's vines will never be aimed at my warriors again, and you are not allowed to show any hostility to us."

Balmain knelt on one knee, his antlers touching the dewy grass: "I swear by the spirit of the forest, if I break this oath, let me turn into a dead tree and never return to the embrace of Mother Nature."

……

The midday sun scorched the grassland. Alpha lifted the edge of the map with the hilt of his sword, letting the breeze shake off the dust on the parchment scroll.

As the last piece of dried meat was swallowed, a horn sounded suddenly, and a team of two thousand people, like a winding steel python, embarked on a new journey across the wilderness.

At the front, Quintiles’ violent knights surged like a black wave.

Thousands of knights were wearing chain mail inlaid with wolf teeth, and the wolf head totem on the battle flag was stained with blood, making it look even more hideous.

As the horses' hooves crushed the hiding places of scattered bandits, the desperate criminals who attempted to rob only caught a glimpse of a cold light before being pierced through the throat by the knight's lance.

The smell of blood spread in the air, and the birds within a ten-mile radius fled in panic. No villain dared to approach this vanguard army that exuded the breath of death.

On the central army chariot, Alpha leaned against the seat inlaid with runes, his bronze armor glowing coldly in the sunlight.

The dwarf blacksmith on the nearby furnace chariot was stuffing a newly forged poisoned dagger into his scabbard, while the dwarf mechanic was adjusting the repeating crossbow at his waist.

In the guard circle composed of 300 elite soldiers from various races, the vines of the elven priests spontaneously entangled around the wheels, weaving into a natural protective barrier.

There was a crisp sound of metal colliding from the flank. The five hundred knights led by Da Gama were advancing while practicing their formations. They didn't have much time left.

These knights, who had been scattered, regained their vitality after recruiting two hundred Hague surrendered soldiers.

On their armor, the remnants of the old emblems and the newly branded wolf head marks are intertwined, as if telling the story of this team's rebirth from the ashes.

At the end of the team, five hundred druids were like migratory birds.

They dragged their feet with heavy steps, their bark-textured robes stained with blood and grass.

Priest Balman looked up at the sky from time to time, tapping the ground with the oak staff in his hand, trying to sense the message from the forest.

Those tribesmen who once hovered on the brink of death were still touching their chests with lingering fear - there was still a glimmer of healing light from natural magic.

&34;Darwin, look at the marching route here...&34;