Deathly silence.
"dad-"
The sudden screams in the crowd broke the silence, their voices were immature and full of tension.
The woman hurriedly covered the little boy's mouth. She raised her head and looked at the approaching noble cavalry with an imploring look. The face of the man on the horse was full of deliberate surprise and surprise, but his gloomy eyes flashed with disdain.
"Do you know this person?"
The man licked his lips, pointed his spear at the blood-stained corpse on the ground and said. The companions of the noble cavalry surrounded them, like a group of hyenas smelling blood.
The woman hugged her child and shook her head helplessly with tears.
"Let go of that little thing and let him speak." The man drew the woman's hair with the tip of his spear and said.
On the contrary, the woman hugged even tighter, as if she was holding her most important treasure for fear of losing it; the eyes of the people around were unbearable, but they moved away a little.
"Did you not hear me?"
"My lord, please let him go, he is still young." The woman begged with sobbing.
The noble cavalry snorted very disdainfully: "Batch." He raised his spear, but found a woman with a long bow open her arms in front of him.
"En?" The man's face full of flesh was stunned.
Brando also secretly released his fingers on the hilt, recognizing that it was the young men who had come forward to distribute food.
"Enough, what is bullying a woman!" The female archer who stopped the noble cavalry said angrily: "I am the daughter of the prince, I order you to stop immediately!"
"Oh?" The noble cavalry was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and said to his companion: "Hey, after this little girl is a noble! What do you say?"
The cavalry laughed lowly.
"Where is your father's nobleman?" the man asked disdainfully, raising his chin.
When he asked this, the female archer's companion had realized that it was not good, "Faya, be careful!" A swordsman in heavy armor with a big sword came out from the crowd more and more, but it was a little late. The leading aristocratic cavalry has pierced a spear into the woman's abdomen.
This change happened suddenly, and the female archer didn't expect the other party to dare to do it. She groaned in disbelief and watched the blood from the wound in her lower abdomen--the pain that followed immediately overwhelmed her. The woman swayed and lost her strength. She knelt down and fell in a pool of blood, seemingly unable to survive.
The man withdrew his spear indifferently, as if he had done something no big deal; at the same time, the noble cavalry behind him took off their longbows from their horses and shot at the adventurers in the crowd. For a time, arrows were like a rain of arrows, and more than ten adventurers in the crowd fell together with civilians.
The noble cavalry didn't care if they hurt the innocent. They drove the crowd away from them at the most efficient speed to avoid sudden attacks.
"Faya!" The swordsman with the big sword was about to split. He swept the arrow towards him with a single sword, but before the words fell, a companion behind him fell down with the arrow.
"You bastards!"
The swordsman screamed and separated the crowd, and slashed at the leading man with a sword. The rider raised his spear to block the swordsman's big sword with a'pawn', and shouted coldly between the parry: "Whoever dares to make a move is against the Lord Lord!"
The restless crowd suddenly fell silent.
However, the swordsman didn't say a word, and another sword swept toward the opponent's horse leg. But the rider simply stabs the spear down easily, and then swipes outwards to hit the big sword in the hands of the flying swordsman. He then struck the opponent with a somersault across the spear, and pierced the opponent's neck with a spear—
The upper reaches of the Black Iron almost suppressed the strength of the lower reaches.
However, the aristocratic cavalry with a face full of flesh suddenly felt a numb in his hand, as if a huge force from the spear made him almost unsteady in his grasp;'When' a sound of metal slamming, it pierced the swordsman. His spear was leaning to one side, crossing the latter's neck.
"Who!" The man was furious. He turned his head, but not far away, he saw a young man wearing a black trench coat, a flower collar, a white shirt, and a pair of white gloves, withdrawing the longbow in his hand.
Then the other party raised his head and immediately looked at him coldly.
The scene fell silent.
Antitina, Sandford, Tiger Sparrow, and Akane all turned their heads at this moment, looking at their lord in surprise. In their hearts, Brando is not a person who likes to cause trouble. But Brando knew in his heart that he was not blind to all this, but whether he had surpassed the bottom line in his heart.
Roman on the side looked at the man who brought herself out of Buche with interest, as if she was appreciating everything from one side, she vaguely felt that only this moment belonged to the real Brando; perhaps from a certain In this sense, she can understand some of Brando's thoughts and characteristics, because the two seem to be equally detached from this world.
It was like the merchant lady understood from the moment Ridenberg took the refugees to flee. His own Brando is a real knight, Brando who charges, Brando who is the leader, Brando who is murderous, and Brando who is very fierce to her.
She likes each one.
Everyone turned their heads, as if their eyes were stretched at that moment, and the field of vision widened. This young man in a black windbreaker on the horse became the center of the whole street.
The full-faced man narrowed his eyes slightly, and he was surprised when he saw the well-equipped guards around Brando. As private soldiers of the aristocracy, they are not really innocent, compared with the aristocratic lady who may not have suffered any setbacks before-of course, in his opinion, there is nothing in his mind. What can a little jazz girl represent here? ? Tonigel has countless lives lost every day, a little nobleman, does he dare to seek justice in front of Lord Baron? -However, the young man in front of him is obviously different. Most people don't take so many entourages when traveling, and the guards around him are not weak, and are of the elite level of the Eruin army.
I'm afraid it is not an ordinary noble heir.
The man didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly put away his spear. He asked cautiously: "Your Excellency?" When he said this, the noble cavalry stood in groups. They opened their longbows and aimed at others around them. The cold light on the arrows calmed all the hot-headed people. .
"Let them go." Brando didn't even look at these archers, and just said coldly; just kidding, there are Akane and Tiger Sparrow by his side, and it is the desolation of the world to let him or the people around him get an arrow. absurd.
What's more, his own strength is not weak, and the reward for the perfect plot experience only arrived as expected after he was separated from the Silver Elf Anthem Legion. More than 200,000 experience seems to be a pie from the sky, directly smashing his mercenary level to 25; after the character level of 30, his strength and physique have exceeded 70, and his dexterity has exceeded the 40 mark. The overall strength has entered the upper silver level. It’s just to reach the first level of the golden level. It involves the realization of the elements, not only the improvement of physical fitness, but also the extremely high requirements for perception. Brando calculated the average value. He estimated that he would break through the peak of silver and enter the palace of gold, at least It is not possible until the overall level reaches about forty.
However, even a mere upper reaches of the silver, it is enough to kill ten in ten out of these noble cavalry, and no one can beat them.
So he didn't bother to talk nonsense with this guy, if it weren't for the Baron Grudin who was behind him, he would now smash these noble cavalry who are inferior to beasts a hundred meters away.
"Master, it is not easy for us to say that," Brando's indifference fulfilled the noble cavalry's guess. The fierce-looking noble cavalry was obedient: "These people may be accomplices of robbers outside the city. Let them go, we are not easy to explain to Lord Baron—"
But he said that, he chose confrontation rather than cooperation. After all, they killed the daughter of a little nobleman. If the news were to be taken out by the other party's companions, they might cause trouble.
Brando sneered: "Put away your ghost tricks, who do you think you are talking to?" The young man held his sword hilt with one hand and stared at the other person: "I kill you like a dog, but afterwards I will kill you. The guy Rudin said sorry. If you don’t kill you, you are trying to sell that guy, but my tolerance is not limitless—"
After he finished speaking, he drew half of the long sword with the handle of the cage, and the blade of the sword was covered with snow, which made people's hearts cold.
The noble cavalry suffocated.
Brando is right. This world is such a reality. Instead, there is no difference in high and low in the lives of people, and only the difference in power is left. The only difference between now and before is that the girl who was killed by them has no way to resist. Innocence is precious, but the price is so heavy.
These cold-blooded people glanced at each other, and in the end they could only choose to show weakness. They nodded, and the people behind finally let go of the spear that was resting on the swordsman's neck.
The swordsman seemed to want to resist, but someone had rushed out of the crowd and hugged him. It was his other companion, Brando saw what the man was saying in his ear, and the latter finally calmed down.
He saw the shape of his mouth clearly:
"Don't cause trouble to others."
Brando sighed slightly in his heart. It's a group of innocent guys, but in such a world, it seems rare. He saw those people quietly putting away the bodies of his companions, then separated the crowd and came to him.
"thank you, sir."
The head of thanking him was a thin young man with a pale face, long light gray hair, a monocle, and a silver chain hanging behind his ear. The young man wore a blue-gray robe, judging from the pattern on the cuffs, he was still an apprentice wizard.
String wizard? Brando thought that there were not many wizards in this faction. The young man appeared polite and indifferent, but his eyes caught a trace of tolerance and anger. Brando looked at each other’s other companions, including a light swordsman and a female elementalist—compared to them. Grief and anger are written on the face.
This is a character, he looked down at this polite young man and couldn't help but think so.
"Want to take revenge?" he asked.
The young man was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and looked at him suspiciously. Then the young apprentice wizard shook his head and left with his companions from the crowd. Brando looked at the other party's back, knowing that the other party would never be willing, but he just couldn't believe in himself.
However, there is such a role in such a team of innocent young people, which surprised him a bit. He turned his head and cast his eyes on the noble cavalry.
"Master, we have done everything that should be done, now you have to give us an explanation, right?" The leading noble cavalry spread his hands to him and asked carefully.
Brando snorted disdainfully.
"Lord Lord?" Antitina asked in a low voice.
He nodded, since he had intervened in this matter, it is necessary to see Baron Grudin once. After all, it is on the other side's territory, otherwise it would not be so good to be invited over by force. Instead of this, it is better to be one step ahead, so that the other party does not know his details.
Baron Grudin
Brando thought in his heart.
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