Vol 2 Chapter 19

Act Nineteen Silver Blade, White Knight

Margus found that he suddenly lost control of the situation. He had nearly 10,000 dead souls under his hands, but he could not play any role at all. Since he discovered that the refugee team had disappeared, everything seemed to be moving out of his control. At first, Golob and Deren each lost a squadron, which may have allowed the other side to get behind the entire army.

With the death of Magus's keenness, he immediately smelled an unusual smell. The half zombie immediately recognized that the refugees were heading for his wings, and intended to break through the blockade of the undead army from there. So he immediately asked Wesa and Alberton to spread out to the two wings, trying to seal the other way earlier.

However, less than half an hour after the order was given, ‘Blood Witch’ Redeos and Gullob have lost their left wing, the refugee team—no, it should be the mysterious army. Now Brando has risen to the ranks of Madara in the ranks of Margus.

In fact, the true Madala regular army may not have this ability. According to the decision-making and combat effectiveness of the troops under Brando, at least it must be the strength of the Eruin embargo. Even Margus almost couldn't help thinking that he had encountered the Eruin's embargo or the Free Cavalry Regiment. It couldn't help wondering if there was a big fish in this refugee.

However, the opponent's tactical intentions are already very obvious.

This intention is so strong-it wants to break through, they want to break through! The location where Leidios and Gullob's left wing have disappeared on the map forms such a striking straight line. It is more like a sharp sword that pierces the undead army's heart.

The half-zombie lord stared at the straight line, and couldn't help feeling cold for a while.

Magus stood up and threw the bones out of his hands. It stared at the gloomy forest, where its army was ready to go, but must its judgment be correct? Margus couldn't confirm this time.

Who are they?

Who is their commander?

When did Eruin appear such a commander?

The wind at night was like freezing hands across the gorge, rocks and valleys reflected a layer of cold light, and the trees were sparse, as if responding to the rustling sound of the Shanghai Tao on the mountain.

The cavalry ran across the valley like a stream--

The earth screamed.

Brando held up his long sword before everyone else, and the ray of light from the elven sword continued to form a undulating smooth surface in the dark, like a silver banner-but to others, this banner Xiang is the victory that young man brought to them.

The riders have been wholeheartedly admired, if one day they want to believe a myth, it must be that the king can really be invincible.

Some of them were even veterans from the end of the November war. Some people went through the battle of flowering moons, and some experienced the defeat of the Karasu Plateau, but Eruin let them down again and again. As if this country has gone down, the past will has been buried in history, the dust, and the glory of the past no longer belongs to them.

So they fought for money and became mercenaries. Their destiny was to chase bounty and treasure. They had abandoned the honor and faith of the soldiers.

But no soldier does not desire victory.

Even if he is a veteran oiler who has gone through countless wars.

Today Brando asked them to pick up the flags that had been trampled thousands of times from the ground, and he told them that you can still achieve a brilliant victory. Even if it is like a knight, it is just fighting for the right of others to survive, it is just fighting for its own right to survival-as long as it is behind him, victory is so easy.

It's so exciting.

As they moved forward, Sasar's squadron collapsed! As they moved forward, Gulob's squadron collapsed! As they moved forward, Redeos' left wing vanished! As they moved forward, Gullob's army vanished--

What about Madara's army? The horrible undead were so vulnerable. The terrible armies even made Eruin's regular legion tremble in front of them, but turned and collapsed before them.

For a moment, the Cavaliers even believed that their name was invincible.

Brando pointed his sword forward--

The cavalry immediately lived long live, forming a black torrent rolling forward. As if no one knew about tiredness, so was the horse, and even the enthusiasm of the Self-Defense Forces behind was fully mobilized, and they only had one thought left, moving forward, moving forward.

Accelerate, keep accelerating.

No one has the energy to think about the others. All their energy seems to be used to promote adrenaline. They enlarge their pupils and breathe exhausted, as if exhausting their last life. They also want to pounce on the possible enemy and drag it down hell.

What Madala, go to hell!

Even if there is a lack of people, these soldiers will at least win that final victory. They looked up, as if they could see the young man's sword pointing forward leading an open door.

Behind that door, leading to a miracle.

Brando finally saw another undead army in front, and he firmly believed that he had broken into the second and third lines of defense again, so this has already entered the control area of ​​Alberton or Vesa?

Or "Dead Sister" Margus?

He saw a pile of Baisensen's bones turning on the beach, and there were a lot of them, much more than he had ever encountered before. Brando narrowed his eyes slightly and had seen at least two or more black warriors beside the opposing commander.

Column Commander!

Brando knew that he had caught the big fish this time, but whether he could eat it was still a problem. But Brando knew that he had to eat, and he had to eat it. At this time, he couldn't retreat and had no way back. There was only one thought left.

Meet on the narrow road, the brave wins.

He raised his sword, and the sharp edge of the elven sword was almost bright enough to make people feel dazzling. The wind surrounds his ears. Except for the wind or the wind, he can't hear anything, almost roaring deadly:

"Cavalry, follow me offensive!-"

"attack--!"

There were only forty-nine people, but the response was like the tsunami of Foshan; when the roaring horseshoes made the whole valley resound, it seemed as if the world was working together and the people were one.

"White Knight" Alberton changed his face in an instant.

Like Margus, it has been guessing where the human commander is sacred, and which mysterious army belongs to the sequence of Eruin. But he did not expect that he would meet each other in such a situation.

When it looked back, a pair of pupils burning with frost-colored flames came under the embroidered white helmet and looked at the oncoming cavalry, almost thinking that they were back in the era when the classic knight spirit was shining.

"White Knight" almost lost a moment of distraction. It remembers how many years ago, above the Jinhua Plateau, the pride of mankind, and the cavalry of the eagle's Cruz Empire were so proud. Those proud knights were disdainful of using tactics. They only need to charge, and then charge, and the constant charge can win.

Because in this world, no such proud and honorable army can be found anymore, as if each of them will die on the way of constant charge even if they die.

Their lives are for the flash of fire-glare.

In the face of death as the highest honor of the army, all combat effectiveness is pale. All resistance seemed so powerless and meaningless. Ebdon found that his mind was a little loose, and he almost thought he had returned to a hundred years ago.

It was so distracted that it missed the best time to react. When Alberton suddenly realized that he should turn his bones and skeletons, everything was too late.

Brando held the Elven Sword, straight forward like the striker of such a surprise team-a silver line that guided all the knights of the king forward.

Yes, in his eyes those skeletons are turning slowly, but they are too late, too slow, too slow!

"The corpse witch!" Alberton pulled out the sword with a sigh, almost screaming from his heart.

Ten dead witches held up their bone wands at the same time.

A dark storm suddenly appeared in front of the undead army. When the storm was generated, the earth was shattered, the sharp rocks flew upward, and instantly turned into dust, the branches on both sides instantly turned into black smoke, and howled to the sky.

"White Knight" Alberton couldn't help holding his breath, it was almost unsure whether he had previously seen an illusion, but how can today's Eruin see such a cavalry? But then, the pale knight remembered that he hadn't breathed ...

It sighed.

But in the next instant, the frost-colored flame burning in its eyes solidified in an instant. It couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, watching the young man hold his right hand up and kill it from the dark storm first--

He raised his hand, and a transparent blue magic circle on his hand shimmered slightly.

Although the dark storm of negative spirits blew his hair backwards, he raised his hands high, and the storm turned immediately.

He moved forward, and the storm also moved forward—

Just like that moment, Brando was the king of the storm. When he struggled, he shouted word by word: "Energy loss--"

The storm turned suddenly.

The front row of skeleton soldiers fell down in rows, and the bone racks in the back tried to lift up their spears, and then were hit by their companions head-on, which also fell down in rows.

But Brando is also at the end of his crossbow.

But the next moment, they saw the young man's war horse fall--

Not just these undead creatures, everyone across the battlefield saw Brando fall from the horse immediately. At that moment, as if the whole valley was quiet, the human refugees couldn't help but stare at the back and stop their movements.

Freya was tightening her reins to urge the Self-Defense Force to speed up, but she happened to see the scene when she turned around, and couldn't help covering her mouth, making no sound.

The face of Miss Merchant finally changed, and she couldn't help running forward with her skirt.

Reto, Mano, Bartom, Fronta, and Ullir couldn't help loosening the reins on their loose hands, and they realized that even the young man's words would fall down?

But Brando had adjusted his posture as soon as he got off the horse, he was just waiting for an opportunity.

Charge, start.

As soon as his foot fell to the ground, the whole person made a half circle in mid-air and had already shot out like the same off-string arrow. He moved forward, the sword moved forward, a silver line.

Everyone saw the striking silver line--

Symbolizes a miracle.

After the silver line, the twelve skeleton soldiers were split in half. Brando landed in the midst of countless undead encircles, still holding his sword high.

He saw the tall white undead knight.

I also saw the burning frost flames in the other's eyes.

It turns out that you, 'White Knight' Alberton, a former hero of Heroin. Brando looked at the other side, the elven sword was slightly deflected, and the glowing blade had been pressed by the wind.

"That's your end, young man!" Alberton looked at him, taking Brando's sword with a sword.

With silver power, Brando pulled back immediately with his strength.

This is a bit difficult.

He couldn't help but think--