He didn't even use the power of law at all, and relying solely on swordsmanship could make these people understand why he was the youngest swordsman in this kingdom.
"It's a swordsman!"
The noble knights finally reacted, began to weaken their legs and retreated back. They are not fools either, they naturally understand the real gap between themselves and a sword saint. Eruin is only a few sword saints, and aristocratic knights like them who eat and wait to die, grab a lot of them.
As soon as the knights fled, the servants who were not capable of fighting naturally couldn't hold their ground, and began to retreat one after another. When they reunited, they were in a mess, and when they retreated, they were in order, as if the tide had receded, and they looked like they were experienced.
Some veterans are said to have fled from the first Black Rose War to the present, and those who have been able to survive the defeats to the present, dare not say how to attack, and must be master-level figures in retreat.
The tower illusionists also realized something was wrong with the front line, and a Thassard wizard who had heard the news came from the sky and stopped in front of Brando. The silver people looked at Brando condescendingly with a look of their peculiar restraint and pride, a mortal sword-sage, who can be regarded as a figure in the world, but it is nothing in front of the silver people. Among the Shakerd knights, the Naxi people who served for the Sashards also existed like sword saints.
However, Wei Wei surprised him a little because the other party was still so young.
"A mortal genius," he started: "You can be considered a better existence among these trivial bugs, but it's a pity that you shouldn't be here."
The wizard raised his staff and pointed it to Brando.
"My lord, be careful, they are the people of silver!" a voice reminded. Brando looked in that direction, and the knights of the White Lion Guard also noticed the situation here. Brando's appearance had shared a lot of pressure for them, and they had time to remind them.
However, the knight commander of the White Lion Guard did not recognize Brando, only that he was the royal swordsman.
Brando didn't point out this. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, so the skill was repeated, and the wand that the wizard held tightly in his hand flew out, and after tracing a beautiful arc, it landed firmly in his hand.
The wizard was originally annoyed at being called to pass his identity, so he backhanded a flash of silver lightning to stab the knight commander, but when the staff in his hand flew out, the lightning also miraculously appeared. Flew around in mid-air, and then came to Brando's collection.
Brando held the lightning tightly, the latter twisted and swayed in his hand like a struggling electric snake, making a sizzling electric sound, white-gold sparks splashing, but unable to break free.
Brando held the lightning in his hand and glanced at the Sassard wizard who cast the spell faintly: "This is the power you are proud of. The Sassard, reckless, angered, blind and arrogant, this is what you follow. What does the knowledge gained in the White Tower tell you?"
"you you… "
The wizard was incoherent with fright, and his face was no longer as confident as before.
Brando looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person. He was already extremely calm in his heart, and the more calm he was, the stronger his contempt for the Thassard Alliance.
There has never been a silver race, or a gold race, so despicable.
"Go to hell and confess, Martha will prepare a place for you there." Brando let go, and the lightning flew out, flying at a speed that was thousands of times faster than its original owner.
In the horrified eyes of the wizard, lightning pierced his magic shield like a straight javelin. All the magic protection on his body was shattered in an instant. The electric light penetrated his chest and he screamed. It turned into a section of coke and fell on the ground.
"Those who are addicted to power will die because of power. The wisdom you got from the White Tower did not tell you these words. Even me, an outsider, understands the reason why the people of silver are so proud," Bran How faintly said: "That's because they are excellent and dare to take responsibility. Are those noble people comparable to you?"
The rest of the illusionists stopped in fright.
"Ultra... The highest extreme..."
The wizards behind were like frightened birds, turning their heads and walking away. For a moment, the magical light outside the forest flashed, and for a while, there was no more Sasald wizard in sight on the battlefield.
Brando didn't pay attention to these people, and even the'Bujah' did not fight and retreated. How dare the remaining rebels continue to stay in Horta Town. Although Horta is one of the most important roads to Mintai, if you master it, it will cut off the back path of the Tonigal garrison in Fort Mintai-but everyone understands that they have to control this place. Just work.
Besides, victory or not is just a matter for Grand Duke Goran-Elson. They just want to get a share of the pie, and they can't do it for the sake of others. Therefore, there is no need for anyone to command, and within a quarter of an hour, these people have escaped.
Brando crossed the square and walked towards the knight commander of the White Lion Guard—the opponent was covered in blood, had multiple wounds on his body, and there was a broken feather arrow stuck in his right leg. Look at the smooth cut of the arrow shaft. He cut it off himself. Supported by several other knights, he came to Brando and saluted Brando. That was the most noble etiquette. Obviously, the captain of the knights finally recognized Brando's identity.
There were far more rebels in the square than the White Lion Guard. Brando realized that his strict requirements for these young people and his high investment in Tonigel’s territory finally had an effect at this moment. The White Lion Guard has become Eluin is the seeds of a powerful army in the future. As long as they take root and sprout, it is not unimaginable for the kingdom to have a military power as powerful as the Cruz people.
But this army must be in the hands of people who have the ideals to revive the kingdom.
Many people have not realized what happened, but through word of mouth, the white lion guards guarding Horta finally understood the reason why the battle ended abruptly. After suffering multiple injuries, they all leaned in.
"Lead... Lord Lord." The captain of the Cavaliers was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He knelt down on Brando on one knee. His action was like a signal, causing all the young people on the battlefield to touch the ground with one knee, piece by piece. Kneeled down.
Brando helped him up.
"I'm back, as you can see," he replied: "Thazard's craftsmen and wizards have desperately dealt with a mortal kingdom. The silver bloodline is no longer noble because of their despicable deeds. You don't have to. I am worried that Eluin will perish because of this, because from this day on, from this moment on, we will let them pay their debts."
"Those who have committed mistakes will pay for their actions, I assure you."
"Lord Lord!" The knight captain asked excitedly: "Are we going to counterattack now? Has our fleet arrived? Where are they?"
Brando looked at him, looked at everyone present, those were young faces, some were even smaller than him, those were young faces, and their faces were covered with dust. With blood, there was hope for the future shining in his eyes.
That kind of hope is the love for this kingdom and the homeland of Elu.
People without Eruin are inherently inferior to humans.
The same is true of this kingdom.
Their lord had proved this more than once at the Black Sword Bulwark in Ampersel, and they can do what he can do.
"Where we are, Valhalla is behind us," Brando stretched out his hand, and a star and moon lily flag flew into his hands automatically: "The counterattack has already begun. If you want to share this glory with me, just pick it up. This banner, return to the battlefield with me—"
Every knight held up the long sword in his hand.
Their sword is the answer in their hearts.
…
The fortress was shaking, and dust was falling from the ceiling.
Reto leaned against the perforation with a cold face, watching the battle outside. The guys were all good. Once again, they repelled the enemy's attack. The damn rebels retreated hastily after leaving a lot of corpses, even letting out a tower they had previously occupied.
But the former mercenary, known as the bronze dragon, did not have a relaxed look on his face, but looked serious and solemn.
Although the fighting will of the rebels was astonishing, their superiority in strength should not be ignored. In just a few hours of repeated competition, the White Lion Guards and Mintai's garrison were attritional.
Such attrition is undoubtedly worse for them, who are already stretched.
In order to make up for the shortcomings in their forces, they had to keep shrinking their positions, but the depth of Fort Mintai was always limited, and Leto knew that there would always be a moment when they would retreat irresistibly.
Within his range of vision, many city walls and fortresses have already raised flags representing the nobles in the South. The Xingyue Lily Banner and the White Lion Guard's battle banner fell directly from his field of vision.
He couldn't help closing his eyes tiredly.
This is already the last fortress leading to the main fort of Mintai. The city hall and the patrol cavalry battalion must not be lost anymore, otherwise they will completely lose the initiative in this battle.
But hope was so slim, Nimess told him that Valhalla would soon notice the anomaly here and mobilize the army to support it, but it would take at least half a day from Schafflund to here. .
Can they fight for even two more hours