When the young man finished speaking, he took a heavy breath; he couldn't help coughing twice, his face turned a little gray.
"But anger can't be eaten, boy," an older mercenary replied, looking at him with a bit of irritation. "You talk to them about the code, and they talk to you about fists. They have big fists, what can you do? They're all here, but they still don't ask, why? Because they are not afraid of us at all."
"Even if we are going to attack the city, can we get in?" Another said: "Don't be unrealistic, don't forget that bastard also has an army in his hands."
The young man in a gray-cyan robe gritted his teeth, but couldn't answer.
But at this time, there was a commotion in the crowd. Everyone was taken aback, and the mercenary captains immediately turned their heads vigilantly, and shouted, "What are you doing, what's the matter? What's the chaos!"
"Boss, there seems to be someone coming from the city again. They have reinforcements!" The mercenary who was near the city gate immediately shouted loudly.
Hearing this answer, everyone frowned.
There are reinforcements
No wonder there is no fear.
…
In fact, when Rothko took the people up the city wall, he saw that there was a crowd not far below the city gate—
So that at this moment, looking down from the city fortress, the entire plain outside the city is full of bonfire light. On the side of the bonfire, there were shadows of people, and it was impossible to count how many mercenaries or adventurers there were.
The pale young man couldn't help but snorted coldly.
He turned his head and looked at the rows of soldiers wrapped in black cloth behind him. He knew that hidden underneath was actually a horrible frame of bones—skeleton soldiers, the most basic of Madara’s ruthless killing machine. One of the components.
His gaze returned to the plain, a little impatient, but he still kept a cold tone and said to the human officers around him: "Sell them, tell them to leave for half an hour, or else kill them."
His words were as cold as a knife.
After all, rather than directing the battle here, the necromancer wanted to return to his room in the basement to study the materials he had looted from the human library.
The aristocratic officer gave him a careful look, and hurriedly lowered his head. Although he was a little surprised where this strange friendly army came from, he also knew that it was the reinforcements sent by the Lord Lord-as for whether it was the servants next to the cruel Lord Baron, he didn't dare to ask more, but he didn't doubt it at all. The mysterious warriors standing side by side with them will be the undead army from Madara.
After all, this may be too unbelievable no matter from which aspect.
The noble officer returned to the city wall to straighten his throat, but he was secretly proud; surrounded by these lowly mercenaries, he was already dissatisfied with it. You must know that these noble private soldiers are used to being arrogant. There will be a day when it will be your turn to be besieged by others.
Even if it is just a siege instead of attacking, it also makes these people feel ashamed. He immediately beckoned, summoned the wizard apprentice not far away, and commanded in full style:
"Crystal."
The wizard apprentice did not dare to neglect, and immediately inspired the sound amplification technique on the crystal.
The noble officer nodded in satisfaction, as if he was already the commander of the army in command of Eruin at this moment, cleared his throat, and then shouted towards the city:
"The untouchables below, listen to me!"
…
"The untouchables below, listen to me!"
With a shout from Grudin’s officers, there was an outrageous wave among the mercenaries under the city; everyone stopped at the same time, turned their heads and looked in the direction of Fir City, and waited with bated breath for the other party’s text.
But there is no more —
Because the officer had just opened his mouth, he suddenly froze. The sound-amp crystal of the wizard apprentice that he had grabbed in his hand fell to the ground with a click—the whole person was shocked and unable to make a sound.
He raised his head and watched the mercenaries below after a commotion, suddenly starting from the back of the entire crowd, as if a giant beast passed by, and the crowd separated silently into two sides; and the giant beast formed in the shadows. He was moving forward silently, approaching the gate a little bit.
what is that
Not just him, Rothko also squinted, looking at the direction motionlessly as if petrified.
…
"Everyone!"
By the campfire, a young man in a gray-cyan robe looked disappointedly at the people present: "Couldn't we fight with passion, even if only once? Yes, we are mercenaries, adventurers, but mercenaries. There is also the glory of mercenaries, this kind of glory is the glory of guarding companions on the battlefield—"
He looked at other people and asked: "Are we going to discard this glory, but don't rely on our companions, and our comrades-in-arms, what are we called mercenaries?"
His words brought a silence, as if echoing the silence brought by the distant shouts on the city gate.
The mercenary captains looked at each other, but they still hesitated. They want to give an explanation to their subordinates, but this explanation is not about such simple things.
No one wants to show weakness, but after all, it is a head-on challenge to a kingdom lord, a baron, and even the son of Count Dnell—
If they choose to fight, there may be no place for them to stand in this kingdom in the future.
This choice puts them in a dilemma.
The young man sighed for a long time: "I'm sorry, it seems that I was too tough..." He stood up and said, "Okay, but anyway, the souls on the cross need an answer. I know your difficulties. —So if you can’t answer, I’ll help you answer.”
"If you always need to die, let me die with my companion this time. I just hope that you will never forget this day when the cold-blooded baron trampled on not only your companion's life, but also your dignity. "
After speaking, he turned and left.
But before he took two steps, someone called him: "Young man!"
The young wizard apprentice stopped.
"Let's stay in the green mountains without worrying about the firewood. Have you forgotten what the lord asked you to pass on. I think what he meant, maybe one day he will bring us justice—"
"Do you believe it?" The young man interrupted him with a cold snort, and turned his head back: "Do you believe in this perfunctory answer? Those so-called high-ranking big men, none of them are good—"
His words were suddenly cut off.
The young man's pupils dilated in circles, and he looked at the crowd behind him in disbelief, and then separated layer by layer. It was like a receding tide, or an invisible beast separated the crowd, forcing them to give way to both sides.
The bonfire dimmed, and the air was rapidly cooling down.
Hoarfrost formed on the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then the young apprentice wizard took a breath, and he had already seen the figure behind the crowd.
A young man, a little girl, one man and one sword.
Single-handedly, indomitable.
Brando took Fonia in one hand, and walked forward step by step. He moved forward, Jin Tier 1's aura was like an invisible sword separating the crowd. Those who were a bit slower were cold. His breath was so oppressive that he could barely breathe.
No one dared to stop him, and a wide avenue opened immediately between him and the south gate of Fir City.
No one dared to make a sound. All the mercenaries and adventurers present watched this scene silently:
Watching Brando pass between them, watching the mercenaries behind them keep a certain distance around them, a group of people silently follow one person, as if the relationship between a knight and a king.
They also saw that the young man held the little girl beside him without saying a word, walked slowly to the city gate, and stopped.
Everyone is watching this scene.
Fonia also raised her head and looked at Brando, her emerald green eyes full of dependence; the little girl put her little hand in the heart of Brando's warm hand, and the two walked all the way, through the dark forest, through the night Wilderness, and she always has such a feeling in her heart:
It feels like mom and dad.
It is warm and stable.
Brother Brando's hand seems to be a harbor.
Brando also raised his head, and the pale face of the noble officer was reflected in his cold eyes.
"What do you want me to listen to?" The young man's voice was not high, but it was clearly audible throughout the silent camp: "Soldier?"
The noble officer standing on the head of the city suffocated.
He opened his mouth, and although he was only glanced at by the young man, he seemed to be out of breath with a sword in his chest. He subconsciously turned around and wanted to find Roscoe for help, but found that the other person's figure had long been missing from the wall.
He cried secretly in his heart, but forced by Brando's momentum, he had to stammer and replied: "I... I mean, you, you... you each... each... separate, no... otherwise... "
There was a commotion among the mercenaries under the city, and these people knew that the cold-blooded baron would never make jokes with them; therefore, with this order, many people suddenly became a little vacillated.
But Brando just nodded.
"It's over?"
he asks.
"It's over, it's over..." The noble officer had a cold sweat on his hands. He didn't know why he was so frightened. It was obvious that the kid was still far away from him, but there was always an illusion in his heart that a sharp sword was hanging above his head. .
Brando nodded again.
"So, now it's my turn to say—"
After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, pressed the scabbard down with his left hand, and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand—when the long sword was out of the sheath—it seemed to be a silver flower; Long silver line!
But that is not a line.
But the trajectory of the sword—
From bottom to top.
A ripple followed Brando’s sword, before the wind pressure, the city gate had been "clicked" inward, and then it broke into powder in an instant...
The ripples moved forward, and the city gate fortress collapsed halfway along the neatly arranged incision with a crash following Brando's sword power...
The sword wind swept across, as if the wind had blown away a castle made of sand, and a section of the city wall nearly ten meters long collapsed into powder and ashes in an instant—
Brando danced the sword through a semicircle in mid-air, and then took a step back.
Collect the sword.
Also sheath.
With a soft sound of'Kacha', the long sword has been broken into four pieces!