Vol 2 Chapter 6

Act Six Natural Lord

A miraculous scene appeared. In the eyes of the fleeing civilians, the cavalry who rushed to the young man seemed to be stubborn--they raised their swords to intersect with Brando, and the steel long swords bent backwards, Broken, turned into ten million pieces of steel needles and shot back, and then the huge force urged the rider to lift the horse with the horse, and the whole person flew out.

One, two, three, and finally the refugees behind Brando couldn't help counting them all up to the seventh. The next three people were already scared and frightened, tightening the reins tightly, and they dare not lean on.

Uriel stared at Brando as if he had seen a ghost. And Markov's guards were so frightened that they forgot even the things at hand, but they were suddenly rushed by the refugees behind and ran to Brando's side.

"Who are you?" The captain of the cavalry couldn't help but feel a little cold. He has seen the captain-level figures of the White Maned Swordsman Regiment. The strength and swordsmanship of these people are also incomprehensible in his eyes. Compared with the young man in front of him, it seems nothing.

Where is this sacred?

Brando withdrew his sword and took a breath. Using seven bursts of power in a row and consuming one fifth of the total power, Brando faintly felt his arm numb.

"I said, my name is Duane." He pointed at the other with his sword: "So, now you can calm down and listen to me, right?"

Uriel and Markov looked at each other, could they not listen. Although his eleven men did not say much, he was at least a good hand drawn from the local militia. The middle level of the white swordsman, plus the impact of the horse, was that ordinary soldiers of the White Maned Army did not dare to resist.

And he has to make a series of seven swords. The sword sword dies and flies alone. After playing it, he still has no heart or heartbeat. In his heart, only the six squadron captains under Luke Besson have such a level.

In the middle of the black iron, so young, Uriel could not help but spit. Luc Besson's squadron captains were all veterans in their 30s and 40s.

"It seems okay." Brando saw Uriel and Markov stunned, and nodded: "I just let you go, but now I regret it. So I take back what I said before, now you give me a hand The road is blocked, no matter how many undead come over, your task is to stop them. "

"Charle."

"Yes." Charles jumped off the carriage and saw Brando reach out his hand flatly, and thoughtfully passed his pocket watch over.

Brando looked at the time, a quarter of an hour before four. But Freya still couldn't see the figure. He couldn't help frowning and then looked up and said, "You are the public security cavalry of Ridenburg. It is a matter of time to help the fugitive citizens to fight for time. If I don't want to remind me, I will fight for it first- — "

"My lord, I am a businessman." Markov said timidly now, cautiously.

Brando glanced at him and said angrily, "You have been called."

Markov opened his mouth.

"Of course," Brando looked at the security cavalry who had risen from the ground, and replied, "I will personally supervise you here. Whoever of you wants to be a deserter, you can come back and try my sword. Still with me To fight those bone shelves, you must choose one of the two. "

He looked back at the civilians behind him--aside from a small group still gathered around him, but before he was afraid to move because of being threatened by Ulliel--farther people were fleeing north as the panic spread through the crowd. People are pushing people, many people are trampled underneath, and they can no longer climb up. Crying, shouting, screaming and screaming mixed together to form a scene like an eschatology. In contrast, they were like a storm eye of a typhoon, calm.

And the center of this calm is Brando himself.

"Let's go, hurry up, don't let down the chance that the law enforcement cavalry of Rydenburg will use your life to fight for you." Brando waved his hands to these people, he is not a savior, but there are no favors or favors .

What he didn't expect was that most people, with the exception of a small number of them, were unwilling to leave. In fact, these people also saw and saw the tragic image of those who pushed and pushed forward. Of course, they were not willing to become like that if they were not there. They were more willing to place their hopes on Brando and hope for this powerful young man. People can lead them out.

There are many powerful people in this world, but not many are willing to protect the weak. Brando's actions have impressed these people, especially his last words, which gave these lives a kind of trust.

"You don't want to go?" Brando froze, guessing what these people thought. He knocked on the handle of the sword, and when he looked back, he saw the face of Charr in worship, and could not help asking, "What else do you have to say?"

"In the age of the saints, knights had eight virtues. Mercy is one of them. Every year there are many knights sworn in with eight virtues in the Temple of Fire. How many people can really do it?"

"It is the charm of the strong that allows the weak to rely on. The key lies in how we do it, Lord Lord." The young mage asked obediently.

"Let them stay, I'll think of a way," Brando replied, and he said as he walked up to Ulliel and Markov and asked, "Are you thinking about it?"

"Of course, of course." Trader Markov nodded.

Without saying a word, Ullir turned his head and summoned his own people, ready to fight desperately with the bones. They also thought about it, and there was still a hint of vitality in those bone racks, but the trouble of turning back to find the young man was likely to die in an instant. And the young man also said that he would stay, and he wouldn't be dead.

As the captain of the security cavalry, Ulliel was considered to be a momentary talent at least in Rittenberg. These details can be understood at a glance, and there is nothing to lose. He wasn't even as unnatural as Markov. In Ridenburg anyway, he looked at Luke Besson's face and Lord King's face. Now look at the young man's face, and see who's face is not.

Brando really admired his bachelor. He stood by the two of them, watching the riders who had been destroyed by his sword replaced with spare daggers. For a moment, he was worried that there would be no weapons.

Except for Urier, the faces of the people present were not natural.

The guards of the security cavalry and merchants are soaring on weekdays, but they are no different from ordinary people in the face of undead creatures who do not know the fear. When they think of the terrible existence in the legend, they can't help but feel weak. The businessman Markov took a spear and stood next to Brando, his body was as scared as the chaff. Don't say a word, it was even difficult to stand there.

And the civilians behind them looked at Brando's back, and it was very strange why this aristocratic youth didn't run—they all heard Shire's title to Brando, naturally they thought he was at least a knight. But since they decided to follow Brando, Brando would not leave, and they would neither or dare to leave.

The scene was quiet for a while.

The first skeleton soldier quickly appeared on the flaming street, then the second and the third. Scouting, Brando recognized the skeleton soldiers in Madara's army at a glance. They grasped the sword and came over.

Speed ​​is not fast, but it is not slow.

Brando glanced at the pocket watch again, ten minutes left. If Freya hadn't arrived after ten minutes, he would have Shire take Roman and set off with these people first, and he would go to the other person alone. But if Freya really can't do such a thing alone, although he still treats the other person as a companion, to be honest, he is still a little disappointed in his heart.

He lowered his pocket watch and saw three skeletons approaching the merchant guards. Seven people, in fact, as long as they are divided into three groups, these low-level undead of Madara can be killed without any effort. It's a pity that these wastes collapsed one step earlier, and even fell to the ground without the courage to turn around and run away--

Three skeletons killed seven people.

On the one hand, the eleven security cavalry was so scared that they didn't have the courage to help. Brando almost wanted to chop these wastes one by one—but he changed his mind. He realized that if he wanted to take those Civilians killed a **** path from the army of Madara and used them.

"You waste, you have the courage to bully goodness on weekdays." Brando shook his head, and he turned to the captain of the security guard and said, "Go up and show them."

"Me?" Don't look deep at Ulysse, but it's actually weak.

Brando looked at him for granted and didn't speak.

Ulier gritted his teeth, knowing that he wouldn't make a good end if he didn't. But what can he do? On weekdays, he is pampered, delicious, and delicious. Sword art has long been out of the clouds. He couldn't help looking at his subordinates, but eleven security cavalry turned to one side and pretended not to look. Here.

"These **** are raised!" The captain of the cavalry yelled and raised his sword greetedly to welcome him. One to three, the young man had no intention of taking a shot. Others could not stop closing their eyes and almost thought that they were dead this time, and they could not escape.

But at this time, there was a rumbling sound across the street-a horseshoe. Ullir himself was a cavalry, and he was too familiar with this voice, that was the voice of the cavalry charge. Rumbled, as if a thunder from the depths of the earth, the ground gradually trembled-not only him, even the three skeletons felt abnormally looking back.

A lot of life fluctuations.

The three horses jumped out of the blazing flames first, and with the flash of the sword, the three skeleton soldiers had fallen to the ground. Then the immediate rider pulled the reins, letting the war horse stop a few steps forward and stop in place--

Brando lifted his head and saw that it was against the sky of fire, wearing a blue halal armor, a sword in his hand, and a reins in one hand, with a long horsetail and a heroic girl knight behind him.

Behind her, more and more knights came out of the flames and gathered behind her. Brando saw that most of them were dressed as mercenaries, and their strength seemed to be above the black iron, and there were even many mid-levels. He couldn't help but secretly startled--

Where is this mercenary? More than a dozen of them are all above black iron? This is the level of elite squadrons in the squadron and captain's guard of the White Maned Regiment. Is this the personal soldier that Freya left for her? Brando knew Freya's true life, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Brando, what about Roman?" Freya couldn't help looking at the people standing in front of her.