Eruin is not only one Earl of Tonigel, everyone can take this ideal banner.
At that moment, he was blessed to his soul, grabbed the female swordsman's hand, got up and rushed to the window. He raised his hands and faced everyone on the square, using all his strength, he shouted:
"I believe her, everything she said is true!"
This shout reverberated over the square.
So much so that everyone was alarmed, and the black-armored knights who were on guard around the square also turned around. They saw Hainf and drew out their swords and walked toward the hotel with sinking faces.
"Are you crazy, sir?" The female swordsman drew back Hainf with a look of stunned expression. Dodo's feather arrows immediately fell on the window sill, and there was a scream in the hotel, and she immediately panicked.
But at this moment, Hainf was surprisingly calm. He felt a sense of sacred mission surging in his heart. Instead, he grabbed the female swordsman's wrist and said: "Do you believe me, Ms. Claudia?"
"That... Although I also think the Lord Earl today is a bit weird."
"Trust me," Huinf interrupted her. "It doesn't matter who the Lord Earl is, nor is it fighting for a certain person. It is the future of Eruin. Are you an Eruin? Ms. Lautia?"
"I am a mountain citizen." For some reason, the female swordsman looked at Hainf with a solemn face, filled with wonderful feelings, and she subconsciously replied, "But it is also an Eruin."
"Then come with me, we will fight side by side." Hainf raised his head, and on the stairs leading to the second floor of the inn, several black-armored knights with raging backs were appearing aggressively there.
He drew the saber from his waist.
"For Eruin!"
Above the square, the crowd was completely flustered. They were at a loss and did not understand what was happening, but they had a vague premonition in their hearts. The people pushed each other and started to flee around the square, trying to leave the place.
But such pushing aggravated the chaos in the crowd, and even blocked the black knights' pace for a while. Su glanced in that direction and felt that her goal should have been achieved. She looked a little surprised at the window of the hotel, a little curious about who was helping herself.
Facing this sudden chaos, the young man's face finally flashed with a trace of anger and panic.
Sir Rothburn grabbed his hand and said solemnly: "Can't wait any longer. Create a massacre and put the blame on the princess, and Tonigel will never have peace."
The young man nodded heavily. He raised his hand and sang a wind blade. The sharp cyclone fell into the crowd, seeing that the tragedy was about to happen, but at this moment, strange things appeared, as if the young man’s empathy, the wind blade fell in the crowd did not cause any harm, but just People pushed to both sides.
"Damn it, when is it, you're still a woman!?" Rosborn was surprised and angry when he saw this.
"I didn't!" The young man also panicked, and couldn't help but replied angrily.
After the crowd parted left and right, Su happened to be exposed in the middle.
Upon seeing this, the young man immediately shouted: "Grab her—"
A look of panic appeared on Su's face, and he stepped back subconsciously.
New changes were taking place in the square at this moment, and the young Montolo among the crowd finally recognized the person who shouted in the hotel as his father's eldest son Hainf.
"Why is my elder brother there!?"
"Who knows." Rollint replied grimly.
"My God," Little Montolo suddenly exclaimed again: "Look at your friend, what is he doing!?"
"What the hell is my friend, what are you making a fuss about," Rollint pushed away from the crowd angrily: "Damn it, get out of me!"
"It's that wizard, oh, Martha is here! This is impossible!"
Luo Lin suddenly turned his head in that direction.
He saw that Brando was walking forward, as if there was an invisible force surrounding him, automatically separating the crowds on both sides.
Rollinter's mouth opened wide.
As Brando moved forward, the turbulent square seemed abruptly quiet-as if like a miracle, a road was formed among the crowds of people.
This scene stunned everyone, and more and more people stopped and looked back at what happened.
"this… "
"What should we do?" Little Montolo realized that he seemed to be the center of everyone's sight, and suddenly panicked.
"Follow up!" Rollinter gritted his teeth and replied.
"Why, aren't we on the side of Lord Earl?"
"To shut up!"
In the center of the square, Su finally jumped from the fountain, but he jumped too quickly, and accidentally smashed his foot. The two black knights chased up from behind, and people retreated from side to side. The girl turned her head anxiously, finally showing a look of despair on her face.
The two knights drew their swords at the same time, and Su was about to fall in a pool of blood.
But it was at this moment that the crowd behind her suddenly separated from left to right. One person stepped out from it, raised his right hand, and the movements of the two knights were fixed in place.
That is a wizard.
A wizard with a brown cloak and a low hood, but he held a sword in his hand, a heavy sword with sharp edges on both sides. The blade is half an inch thick and as wide as a palm, and silver runes are engraved on the dark spine of the sword:
'The earth is under the control of—'
That is a different sword after all.
The two Bancia knights raised their heads at the same time, with gleaming patterns on their faces. The servants of these Sasald people probably did not expect that someone would dare to stop them, but what they saw was a pair of black and heavy that was flush with the brim of the hood. s eyes.
It was like a sea, shining with a calm and vast light, and occasionally an electric light pierced the clouds, igniting the fury in the deepest part of the eyes.
"As I said, everything is frozen, time and space are in order, the sharp blade in the hands of the knight, the king and the land, life and death, the eternal separation, in fact, it is only a moment, and what you hold is nothing but decay."
Brando said calmly.
In the soft sound of kaka, the knights of the Banciaians were surprised to find that the magic sword in their hand was covered with frost, and a clear crack appeared on the body of the sword made of fine gold, and then there was a clear sound like glass shattering. It turns into pieces of worthless metal fragments.
Brando came to them and pushed forward, and the two fell down like stone statues. They still maintained the expressions with open mouths at the last moment of their lives, their pupils dilated, and their heartbeats had already stopped.
The young man on horseback finally noticed what was happening here.
"Who is your Excellency!?" he asked Brando sharply.
"I should ask you this sentence."
Brando slowly took off his hood, revealing his true face.
He raised his head against the wind and snow, his long hair was flying, and suddenly there was a sound of inhaling air-conditioning around him. Little Montolo and Rollint had just separated the crowd and walked out, and couldn't help looking around curiously. They were behind Brando, and they didn't understand why the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
The young man narrowed his eyes deeply.
"That's fine, Mr. Rothburn," his tone contained an unrelenting anger: "Since the original owner has arrived, we will kill this mortal here, and our plan is the same."
But this time, he was not echoed.
Sir Rothburn fell into a strange silence.
But at this moment, they can't tolerate them, not to mention it's just a mere mortal. What's ridiculous is that the other party even pretends to be a wizard in front of him.
No one dared to call himself a wizard in front of the Buga.
The young man made a gesture, and the knights around the square immediately surrounded him, holding a halberd and killing him in the direction of Brando.
"Dragon Knight!" Little Montolo was taken aback. He found that the knights surrounding were the elite force of the Royal Knights. This is a military force rebuilt by the Royal Party after the Ampersel War. All its members are It turned out that the top masters of the Royal Knights also contained some outstanding ranger knights in Eruin.
The strength of this elite knight is no longer inferior to the main force of the White Lion Guard, and even more, but because it is an elite among the elite, it is not classified as a regular organization, and there is no category rating.
But he found that the wizard, as if he couldn't see it, stood blankly in place, blocking Su's face.
Just this calmness made little Montolo feel impressed.
"Rolint." Brando suddenly said, "I ask you, what kind of Eruin do you want."
"What?" Rolint stared directly at his back and was taken aback for a moment.
"You are the son of the Earl Bauhinia. Not surprisingly, you will inherit this title and a territory in the future. This kingdom will go on according to your wishes, and you will become a member of this circle and protect its interests," Brando Quietly replied: "But after all, you are just a hillbilly, and you still can't hold your head up in front of the Cruz people. You can only stay in this small kingdom in a corner, drunk and dreamy."
"Do you want to be a frog at the bottom of the well, or an Eruin with his head up and chest up?" Brando raised his hand. All the long swords in a blacksmith's workshop near the square made a buzzing resonance. They suddenly flew up, flew over half of the square, and landed in front of Brando with a crash.
Brando drew out a sharp sword expressionlessly. He just held the sword, as if there was a lot of light printed on the sword, forming a narrow beam of light, which was so sharp that it was creepy.
He turned the sword upside down and handed the sword to Rollinter:
"If you want to be proud of this land and let your homeland prove your glory, you should regain the blood in your heart, instead of facing the old past and listening to your heart, it will tell How should you choose—"
"If you are still Rollint, the man who is going to be proud of Eru will take this sword and go to fight all those who obstruct your ideals."
"... The road ahead has always been full of difficulties and obstacles, and a smooth road is definitely not the path the knights have to choose."
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