Brando thought, Baron Grudin snapped his fingers. Immediately the two servants brought a wooden box up there. They emptied the tabletop, then put the wooden box in front of Brando, bowed slightly, and then stepped back.
The baron stood up and made a gesture of please to Brando.
"What is this?" Brando thought to himself that this guy would definitely not give him any good things. Although he is a viscount, Grudin can't flatter him. Besides, when he slapped his face so coolly just now, and this guy posted it upside down, it was no longer a cheap word to describe it.
He hesitated, then nodded to Antitina and motioned for her to open the box.
The noble daughter immediately got up and opened the box when she got the instructions. She was acting as a follower of a viscount. Naturally, she had to behave appropriately. It was impossible to ask for advice on everything as usual. But Antitina had just opened the first box, and her movements froze.
Looking from Brando's direction, he could see the noble girl clenching her teeth tightly to restrain herself from screaming.
what happened
Antitina stayed in front of the wooden box for a while, as if by some magic, Brando saw her throat trembling slightly, almost making a slight click. The girl took a deep breath, finally letting go to one side.
With a click, the fork in Little Roman's hand fell on the plate.
Brando's face also changed in an instant.
Because there is a human head in the opened box—
To be precise, it was the head of the swordsman he had seen before; the swordsman's eyes were closed, his blood color had been lost, and his skin was pale as if it were a layer of rubber.
Brando was silent.
Antitina took a careful look at him, endured and endured and finally spit out another box gently—even though the noble girl was about to collapse in her heart, she still played her role firmly. Her fingers were trembling almost too much to hold the lid of the box, and she finally calmed her mind before slowly opening the lid of the box.
Inside was the head of another female elemental envoy.
Antitina had no blood on her face.
"That woman tastes good," Baron Grudin replied with a faint smile, "But a gentleman is not in his favor. I heard that the glass of the girl’s skull is used to hold the wine and it’s delicious. I don’t think the Viscount has ever tried it. . As for the other one, even a gift—"
He had just finished speaking, and everyone in the hall heard a soft buzz.
They immediately saw that the saber around Brando’s waist was automatically trembling and popping out half of it. It buzzed and made a sharp sound, as if it was screaming and eager to kill, and it seemed to be shot out in the next moment; the young man’s. Both hands were pressed on the table, lips pressed tightly without saying a word, but everyone felt a cold breath spreading from the young man—
There is a real killing intent.
Several nobles sitting next to Brando were the first to bear the brunt. The knives and forks in their hands clinked to the ground, and they were so shocked that they could not move. The cold breath spread forward, and the knights drew out their swords to try to protect Grudin, while the latter was smiling and seemed to be savoring the pleasure of playing with his opponent.
But the smile froze on his face immediately.
Because almost everyone at the scene saw a layer of hoar frost clinging to the table top—from in front of Brando, the silver dinner plate crackled, while the porcelain slammed, and the cracked tiles again Once it shattered, it turned into smooth particles or powder-hoar frost moved forward, and the tableware on the table exploded for a long time, forming a faint white mist, as if an invisible beast was crossing the table and attacking. Grudin, who was directly opposite, left.
The two knights in front of the baron snorted, and the long swords in their hands shattered. They immediately screamed and covered their eyes, bleeding between their fingers.
However, the wailing in the hall was far less sudden than the shock in everyone's hearts. Because seeing this scene, everyone can only think of one word—
Element induction.
Even Brando did not expect that he would comprehend the meaning of the elements in the realm of fury; at that moment he felt his thoughts as if in an endless black icy cold, but the battle between the two hurt By others, Grudin's despicable and cowardly behavior completely surpassed the most taboo bottom line in his heart.
Brando felt sick, yes, it was a disgust born from the deepest depths of his heart. He looked at this man in the skin of a baron, his bones were filthy, and the hypocritical smile on his face seemed to be distorted into a ridiculous abstract figure.
There was an impulse in his heart to let this filth disappear from this world.
But from the endless anger, Brando gave birth to another realization. It was not a cold killing intent, but stillness—the space was still and full of anger, yet another self-examination thought was born from this thought. This thought made the young man's mind clear. He seemed to be able to see his anger from a detached perspective and calmly master it.
In other words, it is as if there are two Brando at this moment. A Brando who was completely shrouded in the boundless killing intent, and a Brando who calmly looked at this angry Brando from the perspective of detaching himself.
So Brando found that he could fully control the anger in his heart.
He felt that his strength was increasing exponentially. This perception merged with the perception gained from his grandfather's battle, and Brando finally touched a solid barrier.
he knows,
That is the wall of elements—
The moment he touched the wall, he felt a few extremely short words in his heart: quiet, still, and stable. Immediately this wall bounced him back mercilessly, wanting to attack the elements of civilization? Not qualified enough!
Then all the illusions fell apart, the spiritual world seemed to be fragmented, and time resumed its flow in an instant, pulling him back to reality.
Then Brando heard the explosion like fried beans, glass and porcelain were exploded to pieces in front of him; the temperature in the hall seemed to drop dozens of degrees, and a thick layer of hoarfrost formed on the walls.
The first thing Brando raised his head was to put his hand on the silver-plated sword hilt. With just this action, Baron Grudin and the more than twenty knights behind him were forced together by an invisible aura. After taking a big step back, the chairs behind them made a crackling sound, and they broke into wooden fragments flying like butterflies.
"protect me!"
Baron Grudin screamed.
Although the knights around him were uncomfortable, they all had to bite the bullet and drew their swords to stop them again under the order; what was waiting for them was Brando's innocent sword—
The thumb and index finger rest on the cross guard, the little finger hooks the hilt, and the middle finger, ring finger and palm together control the stability of the sword. The wrist is swung from left to right, and the elbow and shoulder have drawn the simplest arc.
White crow swordsmanship.
Power burst—
No matter from which aspect, this is the most basic swordsmanship. It was like the first sword cut by a beginner swordsman, with a clear trajectory and obvious intentions. Even a slightly experienced person could easily judge how this sword should come.
However, none of the twenty knights in the middle of the black iron have the ability to evade.
The sword seemed to be stretched in space, and the terrifying cold light on the blade made everyone feel bitingly cold from the bones. The chill climbed up each of them, and then frost instantly formed a thick layer of ice.
Element, ice.
Can't move—
A white light swept across, and twenty heads flew high. Almost everyone was stunned at that moment, no, not only stunned, but too horrified to themselves. With the sound of a piece of chairs and utensils turning over, the nobles on both sides of the table crawled back and clung to the walls on both sides-they couldn't even care about the coldness, as if they were afraid to get close to this terrible young man. Same.
Twenty ice sculptures fell in front of him with a click, turning into lifeless corpses. It was the first time that the breath of death was so bluntly displayed in front of Baron Grudin. He has been so calmly controlling the life and death of others every time in his life, but at this moment he finally understands that when life is ruthlessly contained, the weaker party is weak as a drowning man who is powerless to resist fate.
It was the deepest kind of sorrow, and the most proud civilization of mankind was completely trampled on.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore, he thought Brando was at best a swordsman with silver median strength. This identity is just on the same level as him, and of course they can use all means to give each other a prestige.
But now he finally found out that he was wrong, that was not a silver swordsman at all. It is a terrible existence that has touched the edge of the element. No, once the element is civilized, it is already considered inhuman.
It turned out that sitting in front of him was not such an irritable guy, but a behemoth that chose people and devoured him.
Brando stood forward with a cold face, and the long table suddenly split into two parts with a'tear'. Others didn't even see how he made the move. They only saw the young man move forward, and there was no obstacle between the baron and him.
Brando said nothing, and pressed his hand on the hilt again.
"I am the lord of the kingdom!"
Grudin broke down and couldn't help wailing. He looked around hurriedly, hoping to see anyone come to rescue him, but unfortunately, no one. Everyone was frightened. They didn't expect that a good banquet would develop such a situation, or that they would never have thought that a strong man who touched the edge of the element would go to a remote place.
Brando walked over step by step, looking at this guy as if looking at a dog.
His hands sank, preparing to end this guy's life.
But at this time, Brando felt a hand on his own. He was startled slightly, then turned his head, but saw Qian holding the halberd in one hand and looking at him with amber eyes seriously.
"Aki?"
The red-haired ponytailed girl looked at him and shook her head.