Rollinter was shocked unexpectedly.
The people around also held their breath completely.
The sword he saw seemed to be no longer a sword. It reflected his family, his ideals, and the great country he had seen in his dreams.
In the confusion of thoughts, he firmly held the hilt of the sword.
At that moment, he suddenly shook his whole body, widened his eyes, and suddenly raised his head: "My lord, this sword..."
Brando nodded to him.
At that moment, Rollint seemed to hesitate, his face seemed to be filled with a sacred and solemn color.
The three dragon knights had already rushed to the front, and the latter had already stopped in front of Brando. The dragon knights did not recognize Rowlint, but even if they did, the opponent was holding a weapon.
It was a long sword that looked very ordinary.
The three of them pointed their halberds at Rolint at the same time, but the latter only blocked their way with a sword, and did not defend and counterattack. The dragon knights were taken aback, thinking that this guy was really crazy, and it was obvious that the halberd in their hands was even more dominant in such a desperate tactic.
But the next moment, they stabbed a hole.
Rollinte's figure is still in place, the halberd has penetrated through the body, but there is no sensation of stabbing the entity. Phantom? The dragon knights hadn't expected to be able to learn such high-level swordsmanship from an unknown opponent, but suddenly, one of them had already screamed.
There was a terrible hole in the dragon knight's chest, and blood was gushing out. In his horrified and disbelieving gaze, the long sword in the hands of Rolint's phantom was piercing his heart.
This is-
"Nine Yaos after the wind."
Little Montolo was almost frightened. Since Count Tonigel became famous, his swordsmanship has gradually become known to everyone, and the most legendary swordsmanship among them is the inheritance of the legendary wind spirit star that has long been lost.
Nine Yao after the wind.
Rollinte’s phantom really is divided into three. Although his swordsmanship is not as smart and talented as the little Phoenix, or Huang Huo’s understanding and calmness, his style is extremely strong.
This style combined with the advantage of Jiuyao, and it showed unexpected combat effectiveness. The Dragon Knight is indeed powerful, but after the unexpected loss of one person, the remaining two are not opponents of such legendary swordsmanship, let alone Luo. The ordinary steel sword in Lint's hand-it looked like a magical soldier of iron, but only after a few swords fought, the halberd in the hands of the two turned into a short halberd.
After another moment, Rollint killed the two cleanly and cleanly with a wound on his abdomen and thigh.
"Rolint, your swordsmanship..." Little Montolo yelled in disbelief: "Oh my God, what have you been through these months?"
Rollint himself woke up like a dream. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself:
"My lord, this sword?"
"It's called faith," Brando replied. "In the face of true faith, the world is invincible."
Rollint lowered his head thoughtfully.
Brando didn't even look at the dragon knights who came from other directions, and said to little Montolo: "Klin, why are you here to Tonigel?"
"Of course it's for the Lord Earl, and fight for Eru!"
Little Montolo answered without thinking.
Brando nodded and drew out another long sword, which passed by in his hand, equally sharp. He handed the sword to the little boy and said:
"This is your Eruin, go and fight for it."
"But."
Little Montolo looked at the direction of the square. Although what happened here today puzzled him, he hesitated.
Brando turned around, turned his back to the dragon knights, and faced little Montolo.
He solemnly said to the little boy: "I am grateful for your loyalty and trust, Klin, but go and fight for yourself, the knight should be loyal to his own ideals—"
Little Montolo's eyes widened.
He almost looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. At that moment, he finally remembered why he would be familiar with the wizard.
Because his portrait, his statue, are in every corner of the fir castle.
"you… "
Brando smiled slightly.
"Be careful!" Little Montolo suddenly saw the dragon knights attacking behind Brando, subconsciously took the long sword, and blocked the opponent with a sword.
But at that moment.
As if the sky and the earth in the real square dimmed at this moment, in the darkness, the only thing people could see was a straight silver line extending forward, dividing the whole world into two.
When little Montolo recovered, all of his enemies had fallen to the ground, and all the wounds were in the throat.
"This is… "
"Flash Sword."
The young man finally reacted, and he screamed: "Damn, why do you flash your sword!?"
"In this world, there are many people with such skills and knowledge," Brando turned around again, raised his head and looked at him calmly: "It's not just Buja who is proud of, although the people of silver are Pride of heaven, it’s a pity that your actions have tarnished such glory."
This sentence finally made the young man feel a deep chill in his bones.
He turned his head and looked at Sir Rothburn and roared: "Who is he and why does he know all this?"
But the young man suddenly stopped, because he saw the original arrogant believer, Sir Rothburn turned pale, and he was fighting with his gums.
He finally understood why he didn't get a response from the other party before.
"Damn, are you so scared? He's just a mortal," the young man couldn't help but furiously said. He turned his head back with a bit of hatred, and stared at Brando coldly: "I admit you are pulling Back to the game, humans, but this is where your ignorance lies-you know who we are and dare to appear, I admire your courage, I will let you see why Buja people are called silver wizard!"
"Kill him!" the young man roared.
Suddenly, seven or eight wizards in gray robes rose from the buildings around the square. But looking at these colleagues, the young man didn't feel happy at all. He didn't plan to use these reserve forces. This meant that their deceptive methods were completely abolished.
But the effect of killing the Lord Earl was the same, except that it would be a little embarrassing.
Little Montolo couldn't help screaming when he saw these wizards: "Grey Mage! Hurry up, Lord Earl, they are the elite wizards of the Sassards!"
But beside him, Rollint couldn't help grinning. He had seen the mentors of these seven or eight Gray Mage. And that person is now being held in the tree prison of the Druid of the Tradewind Ring, and the whole person is almost half crazy.
Brando looked at the young man calmly, as if he hadn't seen the threat from the sky, he opened his mouth and replied word by word:
"This is what I want to say to you, Sassard, the account between me and you is just beginning to be calculated now—"
"Arrogant!"
The young man felt that this guy was unreasonable, he tore off the mask on his face and fell to the ground. Although his appearance has been changed to exactly the same as Brando by illusion, people can see that there is a silver iris in his eyes.
That is the most significant feature of the people of silver, even if they use spells, they can't hide it, just like their blood.
There was a burst of exclamation in the square.
At this time, the gray mages in mid-air finally launched an attack.
The sound of cursing was intertwined in the sky above the square, silver lightning flashed, the square was screaming, and people panic again.
However, Brando just glanced at this scene indifferently.
He backhanded Harangea, the sword of the earth, into the ground of the square, and another long sword appeared in his hand. When the young man saw the sword, he felt his whole body's feathers exploded.
It was a thin sword with a length of no more than three feet, the blade condensed into a thin one, and the surface seemed to be shimmering with light blue light. Its handguard is an ice sculpture of a fairy who is spreading its wings and is about to fly, and its spread wings wrap the handle of the holy sword in the opposite direction.
The weight of the sword is a gem called Froststorm.
Young people have only heard the name of this sword in legends.
It is the soul of the shallow sea, the blue holy sword, and Sina the Frost Singer. He once asked his mentor about the meaning of the name of the sword, but the gray-haired old man looked at him with an idiot look and told him:
"When you face this sword, you understand the meaning of her name."
The young man felt that he was really an idiot at this moment.
He raised his head and screamed bitterly at his colleagues in midair: "Hurry up!"
But it was too late. Brando swung the holy sword upwards. Snowflakes were falling above Fir Castle. When the sword was pointed at the sky, the blizzard suddenly rolled back, and even the snow on the ground was also rising. , Actually formed an inverted glacier.
The ice and snow in the entire sky seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, and the north wind screamed like the melodious singing of the legendary ice queen.
When the blue light swept across the sky, the gray wizards did not even react. They found that the lines of the law they were manipulating were also frozen, and the magical light shield was frozen into physical powder in the extreme cold. , Falling one after another.
The last-minute surprise remained on their faces, and then the whole person exploded and turned into countless dry ice and snow powder, scattered on the ground.
Brando put down his sword.
The blizzard stopped in an instant.
The dark clouds in the sky lifted away, and a beam of sunlight was falling diagonally on the square.
At that moment, the entire square was silent, and everyone, including Rollint and Little Montolo, watched this scene blankly.
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