The young man finally showed a look of horror, but he hadn't thought about running away. He had lost seven or eight Bugans. He didn't know how to explain to the Sald wizard. In his anger, he could only attribute all this to cloth. Lando's fault-he was just a mortal, so he couldn't wait to die.
He drew an emerald scepter from under his coat and furiously pointed at Brando: "How dare you murder the noble silver people!?"
Sir Rothburn finally reacted at this time, rushed up and grabbed his hand, hoarsely said: "Go!"
But the red-eyed young man almost threw him off his horse: "Shut up, you idiot who succeeds in failing to succeed, and infidel who is as timid as a mouse, if you don't want to fight, get out of here!"
Rosborn backed away with a sullen face. He glanced at the young man one last time, and finally made up his mind to turn around and leave. But he didn't expect that the young man turned around, raised his cane to him, and a green light hit his vest.
Rothburn screamed and fell off his horse, struggling on the ground in pain.
"Cowards don't deserve to live." The young man sneered cruelly.
Brando calmly watched the two people biting the dog from start to finish.
"No one is born noble," Brando replied quietly, "Everyone is noble because of their behavior."
At this moment, the dark clouds dispersed in the sky, and a golden floating light came over the square.
And Brando is right in the middle of this square.
Tonigel's people watched this scene quietly.
Su knelt and sat behind the young lord, holding his ankle, his face was complicated and incredible.
She loves Miss Freya deeply and has always disliked the man who took away Miss Freya's heart, but today she discovered for the first time that the other party may not be useless.
The young man smirked and pointed the sceptre in his hand at Brando.
He wanted to see how many times Sinna could save this human.
"Be careful!" Rollinte and Montoro yelled at the same time, and the last one was Su's voice.
Qian's movements were more direct. She opened up the blood of Thunder God, and lightning snaked in all directions. The cloak that was draped on the outside turned directly into fly ash, revealing the silver breastplate and the girl's fiery red pony tail underneath.
"It's Miss Qian!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
The mountain girl stepped forward and threw the halberd in her hand at the young man-the silver halberd surrounded the electric light and collided with the green light beam in mid-air, both of which made nothingness at the same time.
But after a moment, the sky full of electric sparks returned to Qian's hands and turned into a halberd again.
"Azure Spear, Dragon Blood, Thor Blood!?" The young man's smile stuck in his throat.
He finally recognized the girl's identity.
Brando never looked at the sceptre in the young man's hand from the beginning to the end: "Some people will never understand."
He stretched out his hand and pulled the young man up like a duck at a distance of hundreds of meters.
When the young man realized that he lost control of his body, the whole person collapsed. He felt that this could not happen. A mortal sage, this must be an illusion.
The silence in the square was terrible.
There is only a faint sound of people gasping.
Those are the Buja people of the Silver People. I heard that each of them can civilize the elements, and adults have at least the strength of the truth side. Among them, there are no lack of extreme powers and sages.
Among the twelve wizard leaders, the strongest three have perfect bodies and have entered the semi-god state.
They have a small population, but they are also the top forces in this world.
The citizens of such a nation were actually like a dead duck pinched in the hand by their lord, and lifted up more than a hundred meters apart.
Someone slapped himself lightly on the spot to confirm that it was not a hallucination.
That person is the little Montolo.
Brando watched the action of this joke with tears and laughter. He directly closed the connection between the young man and the magic network. This is the ability brought by the sage realm-the element is permanently solidified.
The swords he gave to Rollinte and Montoro previously used this ability. Although his current master of ability is far from enough to make artifacts, as long as he has the heart, it is not a problem to make one or two fantasy weapons. of.
This is the power of sages.
Brando threw the young man aside like a dead dog, and then looked back to check Su's condition. Fortunately, the girl just got her feet.
He helped Su up, and the latter said to him exhaustedly: "My lord, Ms. Yuta, she..."
"She's okay." Brando had already received news from Albert. The Gray Wolves mercenary group intercepted Uta who was about to be taken away in the cold shirt. Although the latter was badly injured, he had long ago. As expected, Albert took away the angel heart bottle and some holy water, which really came in handy.
After learning the news, Su seemed to have overdrawn all the energy, completely relaxed, and fell asleep with his head down. Brando knew that she was over-stretched, and carefully handed her into Akane's arms before slowly crossing the square to the young man and Sir Rothburn.
During this whole process, everyone on the square looked at their lord quietly.
Brando raised his head. The Bansian knights brought by the young man had already been scattered, and the royal dragon knights were also killed and wounded. He remembered seeing a guy disguised as Uta earlier, but now he is nowhere to be seen. He faintly felt that the man was a little weird, but he didn't need to pursue it for the time being.
Brando lowered his head.
Sir Rothburn's face was ashamed, and he was about to take his last breath.
"help me… "
"You should know that this is impossible." Brando replied.
Sir Rothburn's face changed several times, finally revealing a look of despair.
Brando knelt down beside him, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his pale right hand, and stroked his index finger with two fingers, where the light flashed, revealing a silver ring.
It is a snake, head to tail.
Brando held up his right hand, gently removed the ring, then placed it on Sir Rothburn's chest, placed his left hand on the ring, and said softly:
"All things return to one, all things return to the circle, and the will of truth is with you and me."
Sir Rothburn looked at all this in astonishment, and he said hoarsely: "You...what?"
"Rosburn, you chose the wrong path," Brando replied, "So you have been betrayed, don't you have anything to say? Tell me, and I will listen."
The young man on the side was struggling violently. Rothburn also showed a struggling expression. His chest suddenly rose and fell a few times. He looked at the young man with a look of resentment and said: "The Buja plan to make Eruin Trapped in civil strife, they assassinated Prince Levin Onesson. This person and another person participated in this operation."
"You assassinated His Highness Levin."
"And his maid Edsha, we didn't take action, the whole action was arranged by the Buga alone." Rosborn gasped like a broken bellows, and dark red blood leaked from his mouth and nose.
Brando did not speak.
He recalled the eldest son of the prince who had met in Ampersel. The other party described in his letter his expectations for Eruin's future. Brando knew that he had missed his ideals, but he did not expect that fate still played him a malicious joke.
He once jokingly said that it is difficult for him to'see' with the hero who changed Eruin in his life. He originally got the Dragon Blood Pond this time and hoped to heal the eyes of the king's eldest son, but he didn't expect it. This joke will come true.
"Damn you guys!" Little Montolo heard the news, so angry that he drew his sword and stab at Rothburn. But Brando instructed Qian to grab him firmly, "He is dying." Brando said softly.
Little Montolo let out a low resentful growl, kicked the young man next to him, and kicked him somersault. This time no one came to stop him.
With the physical quality of the Buga, blood was overflowing from the corner of the young man's mouth, just imagine the strength of the foot of the little Montolo. The young man didn't say a word, but he was secretly annoyed in his heart. If he had known this, he should have let Rothburn go away to save such extravagance.
Brando pressed Rosburn's chest and asked, "How did they get into Tonigel, and who answered them?"
"it's me."
"anything else?"
Rossburn's eyes were completely lost, and he murmured almost unconsciously: "And Overwell..."
"Overwell?" Brando's heart sank.
"Earl Overwell, he..."
"Enough, shut up!" The young man finally couldn't help but said. But little Montolo punched him in the lower abdomen with bitterness, and the pain made the young man bend his waist.
But his words seemed to make Rothburn sober, he made a ho ho sound, his hands like the sky seemed to want to grasp something.
This action freezes here, Brando feels that Rothburn's heartbeat has completely stopped, and he sighs. His spells are too low-level. Although he took advantage of the emptiness, he still didn't affect deeply enough.
He glanced at Rothburn's body without any sympathy in his heart. He was actually not incapable of saving this person, but he just didn't have the slightest will.
"Crap," Little Montolo suddenly jumped up: "Earl Overwell is organizing defense in Paris, if he betrays the Princess!"
A gleam of haze flashed in Brando's heart, although Rothburn's words may not be completely credible, and he did not want to believe that Overwell would betray the royal family.
"How long has it been since the rebels surrounded Pallas?"
"Three days."
"When did Earl Overwell arrived in Pallas."
"It was also two days ago."
"Is there any news from Min Tai?"
Little Montolo thought for a while. After all, he is not the decision-making level of the firs collar, and he has not much more information than the average person. But he is at least a servant knight, who knows how to analyze information in accordance with it.
But his expression suddenly changed: "... Lord, Earl, Madam Nimesis seems to be retreating in Mintai. She doesn't know all this yet..."
Brando's face changed.
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