"Aki?"
The red-haired girl looked at him without saying a word, just shook her head; then she raised her head, Brando had seen something in the scorching amber eyes, he turned his head and found the corridor on the second floor of the hall. I don't know when there was an extra uninvited guest.
In other words, it was there originally, but he hadn't found it before.
The tall skeleton is holding a battle axe, and is shrouded in an old brass armor. Its leaky jaws are slightly open, and a crack in the skull seems to be silent mocking. Kabais stared at him condescendingly, the dark yellow flames flickering in his eyes, and it had recognized the young man who had seen him from afar during the breakout in Ridenburg.
"Is it Viscount Tinsgang?"
Kabais said in a hoarse and leaky voice, "Farewell to Ridenberg, don't come here without any problems?"
"Ma-Da-La." Brando rubbed a few words between his teeth.
The undead of Madara, why are they here? The young man looked at Grudin indifferently, his thoughts turned sharply, and he asked coldly: "When did Madara and Eruin's nobles become a family?"
"With the passage of time, life will turn into dust. Only the interests of this world will never change, Mr. Viscount."
Kabais replied lowly.
Its answer confirmed Brando's guess that Grudin actually colluded with Madara. But what do they intend? Brando raised his head and saw the tomahawk in the hands of the tall skeleton frame pointing diagonally between him and the despicable baron. Presumably, as long as he makes a move, Kabais will definitely not stand idly by.
The general under this'one-eyed' Targus, the lord of the dark realm, at least has the strength of the golden mid-range. And he himself had just touched the edge of the Golden Order. Although it was not clear which one would win or lose, it was not difficult for him to stop him from killing someone under his nose.
Targus walks at every step and is good at being cautious. Kabais is here, and he will certainly not fail to respond. Brando turned his head and saw the shadow of one side looming, and then walked out a pale young man in a gray robe.
Roscoe is another old acquaintance; Brando remembers that when he first saw each other in Butcher, he was just a humble apprentice necromancer, but now he has two purple flame emblems on his neckline.
Intermediate necromancer.
Brando fell silent, and his gaze fell on Baron Grudin not far away.
The latter also recovered a bit of calmness from the previous panic. The middle-aged man put one hand on the sawdust, his face sank and forced to calm down, but the swelling blood vessels under the blue-gray skin exposed his inner tension. .
But Brando's sword turned, and a faint light from the silver blade hit his eyes, causing the latter to shrink slightly. Grudin realized that it was a silent teasing later, and his heart was full of anger, but he couldn't bear it on his face.
"I really didn't expect anyone to sell their souls to the devil," Brando replied coldly: "You rotten bones are here, and the purpose must be to save this guy's dog's life?"
Baron Grudin recovered a bit of confidence from his allies. He grinds his teeth like a beast. His eyes are fierce and his voice is low and he said in a low voice: "Young man, just let it go. But you understand in your heart. , Even if you don’t rely on me, Madara’s allies, do you dare to be an enemy of the Jean Denell family? For a momentary struggle, it is bound to cause a war between the two families; in the final analysis-Viscount Tinsgang, presumably Your family won’t allow you to go to the point where you are not doing business to this point..."
But he hadn't finished speaking, he was interrupted by Brando's cold hum-as if the temperature in the hall had dropped by several degrees, and the air was so cold that icy scum fell in the air.
Except for the undead, almost everyone could not help but shiver.
Baron Grudin was even more stiff, and the second half of his sentence was stuck in his throat forever. It was like he would never understand that he was wrong from the beginning because Brando was just a fake. In fact, the murderous intent in the young man's heart had already moved. He raised his hand, and the long sword with the cage handle had pierced Baron Groudin's throat like a silver thread.
The latter was stunned. He obviously didn't expect Brando to really say hands-on, which is not in line with the routine! For a while, Baron Grudin stayed there and didn’t know how to dodge—if it hadn’t been for a heavy axe to fall from the sky with a'boom' to the ground, the long axe's handle had choked on Brando's long sword—maybe all that was left on the spot was It's just a dead body.
"I seem to have said," Kabais held the axe handle in a pair of bones, and looked at the young man condescendingly: "Baron Grudin is our important ally, but you can't just hand him over to you so easily."
"I'm sorry, you didn't say that." Brando confronted each other, and the two of them moved backwards at the same time with force. Brando started the burst of power, and both sides retreated three steps, and neither of them took the slightest advantage.
"Young man, you should retreat," Kabais stopped when he supported the ground with his battle axe, then raised his head and replied, "Madala and Eruin have ceased war, why bother between you and Lord Baron? Promote a war? There is such a big movement in the hall that the guards outside the castle can't fail to detect it, so you don't worry about your servants in the courtyard—"
Brando's face sank and he was about to continue his hands.
"Mr. Brando!" But the red-haired girl grabbed his sleeve and gritted her teeth-Sandford and the rest of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps were still outside.
"Miss Antitina, do you think I should kill this scum?" Brando asked coldly.
The noble daughter was slightly startled, and only then recovered from the moment of absence. She looked at Grudin sitting on the ground with a terrible expression, wishing to stom on the other's face that looked like a'human', so that she and the other party were not the same; but she sighed slightly. He resisted the discomfort in his heart and replied:
"My lord, this guy is the lord of the kingdom after all."
There is something in the noble girl's words, which is to point out the identity of Grudin to Brando. It was a troubled time, and there was more than one case in which nobles attacked each other. As long as they didn't hurt the roots, the kingdom might not have time to pay attention-but she wanted to tell Brando that the trouble lies with the people behind Grudin.
As the chief executive of the Eruin Kingdom, the Earl of Jean Denel, the prince of the privilege in name, is actually the same in power; from the two generations before the earls, in order to cope with the barbarian invasion on the border , This family with profound historical background began to usurp the noble private army. Today, the local forces have almost become the only legal private army in the kingdom.
Even if there is a royal family that doesn't value these'barbarians' and the factors that check and balance the autonomy of the mountain people, in this chaotic world, the power of this privileged earl can be seen.
If Brandor kills his heirs here, this is like a declaration of war between the families. Although he called himself Viscount Gunstin, the paper couldn't hold the fire, and these things couldn't stand careful scrutiny—not to mention the young people deliberately seeking a piece of land. People can run, but the new territory is vulnerable. Facing the monstrous anger of Count Dernell, I am afraid that it will only be destroyed in the end.
The aristocratic girl didn't want to see the young man's efforts go to waste, so I hope he will think twice. But on the one hand, she didn't want to show even the slightest cowardice in front of this baron with a human face and a beastly heart, that she said so darkly.
However, she firmly believes that if it is the young man in front of him, she will be able to understand her every hidden meaning in detail.
Brando snorted coldly.
"Judging the situation, think twice before acting." Kabais's cracked, leaky jaw seemed to symbolize a silent smile.
The sword in the young man's hand pointed diagonally to the ground, his gaze crossed behind the tall skeleton to stare at Grudin, his eyes were cold, as if condescendingly looking at a dead dog—
Feeling Brando’s outspoken killing intent, Grudin stiffened, or because he was hiding behind Kabais, he sneered: “If you don’t kill me today, Mr. Viscount, you will be sure in the future. When doubled back—"
The baron of Tonigel almost gritted his teeth and uttered these words. He had never suffered such a shame since he was a child—the gentry who had been invited to watch Brando’s jokes now seem to have lifted a rock and hit himself. Feet, this frustration made him angry.
But he was about to say something to further anger Brando, so that the young man would lose his mind and fight Kabais and lose both. But just as he was about to speak, he saw Brando lift up his hand—
A ray of silver light flew past his cheek.
When Baron Grudin was dumbfounded, the hair on one side of his cheek fell halfway, his face was hot and painful, and a dazzling blood stain appeared to others. He touched his hand dullly, and then put it down-his palm was full of eye-catching blood, and the real power lord of Eruin suddenly howled like a pig.
Kabais was unmoved, the tall skeleton knew the effect of Brando's blow without turning his head. It is not Grudin's guard, and it is not guilty to take action for this slight trauma, and it is better to teach the latter a little lesson, so that the arrogant nobleman always does not understand the relationship between them.
It looked at Brando again, and the young man put down his hand and said coldly: "Keep your dog's head, next time you come to get it—"
After all, he glanced around the hall, and the cold breath forced everyone to take a step back. Then the young man turned his head, glanced at Antitina and Akane, and walked out of the hall without a word.
As soon as he turned around, the guards and heavy armored guards who had already heard the news from outside the hall immediately swept to separate the two sides. Just kidding, Brando made a powerful blow to kill the more than 20 knights. Most of them just happened to witness it. Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't understand what kind of murderer this young man was. As long as he doesn't have trouble with their lord, they will thank God, no one dare to stop him.
Although Grudin, who was howling in the hall, was angry and anxious, he wanted to let his men keep Brando, but when the words came to him, he thought of Brando's cold sword when he used it before.
Lord Baron opened his mouth, and finally got stuck in his throat.