Vol 2 Chapter 20

Scene 20: The Past Knights (1)

"Young man, your journey ends here."

Ebdon's one-handed palm sword. The sword in his hand is called the pale tooth. Although it is just an ordinary magic sword, it is a witness to the merit and glory that followed this knight's life.

He pressed his left hand flat on the right wrist, the voice just fell, and a thin layer of frost-like flame had been set on the thin blade, and Brando knew that it was his famous swordsmanship—Bai Yan.

Compared to him, Alberton was the real court swordsman. He became a knight at the age of seventeen, and forty years old had the name of a craftsman. He fought for Eru throughout his life, until his death he was the hero of Eruin, but the "White Knight" Alberton was really famous after he became an undead.

In his day, Alberton was one of the four knights of Madara's Apocalypse, and his white knight name also came from it-'Conqueror' Alberton, such a name is not only to make children cry. That's it.

As soon as Brando stepped back, he immediately felt tricky. In the column of Targus, there are two column captains that he is least willing to meet, one is the conqueror 'White Knight' Alberton, the other is the king of battle 'Red Knight' Redeos, of which the former To make matters worse, it seemed that Master Martha had made a small joke with him again.

But how quickly the White Knight took his shot, he hadn't had time to think about it, and Alberton had already slashed his sword. It was like a bright silver moon-shaped flame from top to bottom-before the sword arrived, Brando had already felt the oncoming and cold bones. He immediately felt suffocated, did not dare to neglect, and hurried to one. Roll away.

The flame blew across the ground, and the rock immediately faulted with a bang, and the incision was frosty.

Only the wind pressure can crush the rocks. Brando couldn't help but feel numbness when he looked at his heart. This is the lowest strength of silver. You must know that his white crow sword skill is even in the state of power explosion. Can just cut things like wood.

But he rolled aside, "White Knight" Alberton had sat down on the reins of the Nightmare Warhorse, killed one by one-the undead jazz didn't care about his own hands, it was almost stepping on a bone shelf Leaped over to Brando.

A piece of bone flying--

Then the White Knight raised his long sword high, and with the force of the horse, he slashed at the young man with a sword.

Brando was unavoidable and could only raise the stab of light to block it. There was a loud noise that made the teeth staggered. The two swords were staggered together and bent backwards to the maximum extent possible at the same time. Brando only felt that his arm seemed to be broken, and the whole person immediately flew backwards like a shell. Shot out and hit several rolls on the ground before barely getting up.

Power of at least 25 energy levels.

Brando supported the ground with one hand and shouted fluke in his heart. Fortunately, he had just used the technique of bursting power at the last moment, otherwise his hand would be useless. But even so, he felt numbness in his right hand for a while, and even began to think that his right hand had lost consciousness for a while.

However, it is too horrible. The strength of the second power level, the Silver Swordsman, has surpassed seven tons with a single hand, almost reaching the point where it can be done without skills. Brando looked at the rapidly approaching pure white knight and could not help remembering his holy sword card infinitely. It seemed that to defeat such a monster, he could only rely on that strength, but at this time he also had There are no earth elements to pay for.

Alberton had been driven in front of him--

Brando gritted his teeth and raised his sword again, this time holding the sword with both hands over his head-the tip of the sword was slightly tilted to the ground, posing some of the best sword-removing moves in military swordplay. .

"Miscellaneous but not refined."

The white knight glanced down at him, a cold, hoarse voice came from the helmet. It lifted the sword, slashed it, Brando used the sword to intersect with the pale teeth, and then adjusted the angle of the elven sword a little at that moment. A spark splattered, and he let Ebdon's sword slide along his sword--

However, the remaining strength made him fall backwards, Brando's hind feet immediately slumped on the ground, as if the subtle movements of adjusting the body balance often used in this military swordsmanship had formed an instinct. Slide away, but squat down on the ground steadily.

After finally taking off the sword, Brando was sweating heavily. In the game, he also often completes such actions, but those are systematically helping him to determine the course of action, the position of the sword and the body, and will also help him to correct the action, instead of going all by himself grasp.

Even if one is not careful, he may die.

But he did it.

He shook his arm, and his right hand was still numb. The opponent's strength is too great, every time the sword crosses almost like a truck hitting it head-on. Even when the force is released, the muscles and bones can be heard moaning.

Alberton also snorted softly from under the helmet. It seems that the sword skill of this young man is just average, but the experience seems to be very rich, and he finds a suitable coping skill at once. This is the response of the veteran.

He turned his horse's head and started to accelerate again.

But Brando managed to break away from the opponent's attack rhythm, how could he give the opponent another chance to get ahead. He immediately raised his right hand, pointed his silver ring at Alberton, and shouted, "oss!"

"Magic starts the spell?" The burning flame in the eyes of the White Knight flashed slightly, and immediately returned to the horse, placing the sword diagonally in front of himself.

Alberton's action has just been completed. A loud bang and a gale current have taken a deep mark from the gravel ground and headed for the undead knight, but this violent cyclone struck its sword immediately. Ran apart to the two sides, and instantly formed a beautiful 'y'-shaped scratch on the ground-every skeleton soldier on this scratch was thrown high in an instant, disintegrated in mid-air and disintegrated. Falling far on the river beach.

Then there was a rang of ‘craps and cracks’, and if there was a bone rain.

'White Knight' Alberton withdrew the sword, and before the dust settled, he went up again—then a clear whistle, Brando had already burst through the smoke and jumped out, and had met it in mid-air. One sword.

No flaws.

Brando is not surprised at all, after all, elite figures of this level are only stronger than the golden magic tree. In fact, he also used the Holy Sword card to fight against the golden devil tree at first, otherwise it would be unknown who the deer died. And against the "White Knight" Alberton, he absolutely did not dare to have any luck.

Leapfrogging challenges can only depend on being well prepared and dedicated.

He gave a sword to the opponent, and when the body fell backwards, a backhand wind pressed down. Alberton retracted the sword again and waved it expressionlessly again, and a silver fire wiped Brando's sword wind invisible.

Alberton closed his sword for the third time, but this time he did not rush to shoot again, but watched Brando quietly on horseback. It looked at the young man as if remembering a long story.

There should be a melodious melody of the highland flute in the story. On the high plateau of Balta, the swallowtail flag flutters.

"White crow swordsmanship," he said, his voice hoarse like a visitor from hell.

"Are you a new generation of the royal family?" Alberton asked coldly on his horse.

Brando froze. Is Alberton and the Corcova dynasty old? It's wrong. I haven't heard of such a thing in the game, but he thought whether to deny it in advance or not this time, lest the other party really have new hatred and old hatred, and suddenly it will not be fun. According to legend, there are bosses in the game who have burst into the forty elites at once. The forty elites can't stop them for a second.

Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head.

But he didn't expect that Alberton slanted his sword, and he answered coldly, "Since it isn't, I don't break my vow to kill you." Brando heard it, and he didn't spit out blood. . He really regretted that his intestines were all green. He knew that this bird had vowed that he would simply assume the identity of this new generation of royal family, which was a real injustice.

Of course, this is just thinking about it.

Brando also knows that it is not easy to impersonate the royal family. After all, the Corcowa royal family has always been of the misty elven descent. The mist elves are the legendary born silver family with silver blood.

And Brando's bright red blood was still a symbol of mortals.

On the other side, after Alberton asked again, he returned to the state of human and horse once again. He held the sword and began to drive the sitting nightmare war horse to accelerate again. Facing such a killing god, Brando felt a little helpless for a while, but he thought of a way to temporarily delay time, which is to use the white crow sword in the state of power to unload, but this sword has 9 physical strength Mo said that his 17th level, even 27th and 37th levels, could not afford this consumption.

In fact he now feels that some of his successors are weak.

And as an elite of at least thirty, Ebdon estimates that he has at least 200 lives. The 30 points killed by the previous wind bomb are like skin traumas to him, and it is just that he has suffered some shocks. Brando was convinced that he could kill the opponent with two or three swords with the stab of the light, but that was also necessary for him to get it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a breath and looked at the distance, hoping that Leto and others would come to support him.

But he saw that the cavalry had just collided with the skeleton soldiers. Perhaps because of the advantages he had made before, they had taken a big advantage. But if they would be able to extract their hands at one and a half, it seemed impossible. He can only hope that the Self-Defense Forces behind will be faster-catch up faster.

In fact, Freya, who was leading the Self-Defense Force at this moment, had the same idea.

But the future Valkyrie looked back at the citizens of Rydenburg who were stumbling, couldn't help frowning, but also knew that they were just ordinary militia after all, and it was already possible to do this. Blessed morale-she can't ask them more.

But Freya looked up at the chaotic front. Although she could not see where Brando was, she also knew that the commander of such a large-scale undead army must be a strong one.

She is no longer the country girl a few days ago, and gradually has her own knowledge. Unlike other people who blindly trust the young man, the girl knows that Brando must be in a hard fight. So she couldn't help looking around, and then her eyes fell on Char and Sue.

"Sue, would you do me a favor?"

"Well?" The young girl frowned slightly.

"Help me lead the Self-Defense Force."

"how?"

"I'm going to help Brando," Freya replied, and then he turned the horse's head: "Char, come with me--"

"Ms. Freya, I'm fine. But are you okay with this?" Sherer suddenly, Brando had told him to look at the injured Freya, but he was indeed more than that. Worried about the safety of the people you follow.

Freya glanced at him and nodded strongly.