With a squeak, the ordinary long sword in his hand was torn apart in the scabbard because it could not withstand the strength from the first level of gold. Brando was startled slightly, he raised the scabbard and took a look, then threw it away—
The sword fell in the ruins.
The young man turned his head, the different faces of the mercenaries reflected in his brown eyes. He took Fonia's hand and spoke calmly, "I brought my promise—"
"Remember what you said?"
The flat voice, but like a sharp sword out of its sheath, passed through everyone's heart with a clank.
The mercenaries opened their mouths, but for a moment they didn't know what to answer.
"I remember!" Only the young man in the gray-cyan robe separated from the crowd excitedly and rushed out. He almost stumbled to Brando, then raised his head and looked at the young nobleman in his own eyes, his eyes flashed. I can't believe it.
He actually came.
"I remember..." The wizard apprentice took a breath and repeated in a low voice: "I'm here, my lord..."
Brando glanced at him.
His eyes crossed him and fell on everyone else, everyone.
"What about the rest?"
There was silence.
"You..." The young man in a gray-blue robe looked around at these people angrily, wishing to punch these people in the face, and beat these cowardly people on their backs.
But there was still silence, deathly silence—
Brando just smiled, he chuckled, a gleam of light seemed to be reflected on his warm eyelids: "If I were you, I would not choose to offend two lords at the same time—"
There was a creaking sound in the ruins, and some soldiers wrapped in black robes stood up among the bricks; they raised their swords as soon as they stood up, and rushed towards Brando's back in a stiff posture.
Brando waved back, and the black-robed soldier who was the first to rush to his side was slapped straight out. It broke apart in mid-air with a bang, turned into broken bones and fell on the wounded. But he was not dead yet, beside the noble soldier who was crawling backwards desperately.
It crackled like a bone rain.
All the noble soldiers were shocked, motionless—
The second skeleton soldier had already rushed to Brando, but the young man grabbed the bone frame without turning his head and pierced the right claw of a sword at him. He pulled forward, and his left hand had removed the opponent’s black steel. The long sword, and then grabbed the opponent's wrist in his right hand and threw it across the shoulder and smashed it heavily to the ground, breaking it into several fragments of bones.
He held the black steel long sword in his left hand and turned his back with a sword.
A moon-shaped white light.
The dozen or so skeleton soldiers behind all broke off, stopped, and fell—
Brando put down his sword as usual, turned around, and faced the fallen skeleton soldiers. He looked at the ruins of the fortress, and said lightly: "Now, I give you such an honor—"
The young knight raised his sword, the point of the sword pointed directly at the long street ahead.
"On this street, there are dead souls on the cross. They watch your battle silently. And are you willing to fight side by side with these old companions in another way?"
that moment.
Everyone seemed to stop breathing.
No one spoke, but someone turned their heads away, but someone blinked their eyes, but someone silently held down their long sword. Yes, nothing can move these mercenaries more than fighting side by side and trusting each other with their companions.
This is the only and the last chance to fight side by side with these companions.
Sorry, but can I still give you the back
companion.
There is no extra word, only the sound of a sword being unsheathed; the young wizard apprentice lowered his hand feebly, watching this scene almost incredulously, watching these mercenaries who were silent a moment ago-everyone at this moment He pursed his lips coldly, said nothing, and drew out his sword with a solemn expression on his face.
The sword is the life of a mercenary—
It is also a promise.
The mercenaries came out with a sacred expression, first one or two, then more people, silently, the sword and the armor rubbed and collided. Everyone stood silently, standing in a row behind the young knight.
Brando smiled slightly.
He put down the sword, only to feel a fire burning in his chest.
But his complexion was cold, the young man said: "Three big team leaders, go out—"
The three people in the crowd glanced at each other and walked out of the queue one by one.
"Tell me, name."
"Krencia is here for you, sir, I am the head of the Rose and Wine Mercenary Corps—" The handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair glanced at Brando, bowed slightly, and replied.
"Fern, Chief of the Firefighter—" The dark-skinned man embraced his arms and looked up and down Brando.
"Youta, I am the head of the Shanyan Mercenary Corps. Sir, with all due respect, although I agree to join with my people, it does not mean that I will execute all orders. I will choose the way of action by myself." The one who answered like this was a woman with a fiery figure and long maroon hair.
After she finished speaking, she gave the young knight provocatively with her turquoise eyes.
Brando smiled indifferently.
He replied: "I don't know your composition."
He looked back at the beauty and said: "But the task I gave you is very simple. You and Mr. Fern each organize a team, stay here separately, and run and control Simon; all I ask for you is One point—three hours before dawn, I want to see the flags of your respective mercenary groups flying above the city gate—"
His eyes fell on the handsome middle-aged Krencia with long silver hair: "As for Mr. Krencia, your task is to lead your mercenary group and the remaining lone mercenaries and I will attack the Fir Castle together!"
"I would like to hear it." Kerencia bowed and replied calmly.
"Wait," the sad girl Yuta interrupted and frowned. "Simon? Why are we going to Simon? Isn't our goal to take Fir Castle and kill that damn scum?"
Brando looked calm and replied: "Because that is only one of the goals, but I might as well tell you straightforwardly that the enemy you will face will be a group of undead, the undead of Madara."
"what?"
Undead
All three were taken aback.
"Grudin and Madara are in collusion, but the undead army can't hide in the city; there may be a small part, but the army must be near the outside of the city. I think they can only hide in the forest to the southwest. Your task is to prevent them from entering the city until we complete the task—" Brando said lightly.
Uta and Kerencia glanced at each other, seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.
Only Futa Urn replied with an annoyed voice: "Since the Lord has colluded with Madara until Grudin, there must be a gathering of masters around him, and attacking Fir Castle must be the most difficult task, so why didn't the adults choose our Firefighter? Don't you look down on our fighting power?"
When Kerencia heard these words, she couldn't help frowning and showing embarrassment.
But Brando shook his head: "I said, I don't know your composition. However, since I chose this lineup, then—"
He turned his head back: "Everything is on my order."
He raised his head again and looked at the distant street.
"Well, time is running out."
"You hurry up this time, but remember my words, one side is glory, the other is hell, I have given you the opportunity to choose, and I hope you will have a clear conscience when you look back at this moment in the future."
"No, there is no chance even to look back—"
"So now, if you are willing to get this glory, follow me!" Brando finished speaking, holding Fonia with one hand, and walking forward on the rustling gravel.
The three heads heard the cold threat in Brando's words, and their hearts were cold. And the little girl looked up at him blankly, blinked, and said word by word: "Brando... brother, in fact... you... don't have to fight for... Funia..."
"I... heard... Grandpa and they... said that as long as... Funia... is... there, everything... will be... all right."
But Brando only smiled when he heard this sentence.
"Funiya, you don't understand, it's not just about fighting by yourself," the young man replied softly; looking at the two neatly arranged rows of crosses in the distance into the darkness, a little fascinated. : "It's me, I chose the path of iron and blood, sword and fire, nothing more—"
exactly.
When Brando was here, he chose to come back and face all this, looking straight at all his cowardice and evasion; then the road presented to him at this moment began to become rugged and difficult, as if leading to a blazing flame. At the end, thorns entangled on the path, and even blood was flowing—
But he still came back.
If the violent anger in the afternoon was only a wave of thought, then the choice between Feniya and the Senja gave him the final revelation; it was like an eternal truth. If he always chose to escape, then he would always only Can be a loser.
The winner is strong, the self-winner is strong—
Indeed, he considered a simpler way. If he chooses to ignore and ignore all his claims, then he may easily find the territory he dreams of, then hide his wings, absorb nutrients in the shadows and gradually become stronger, and ultimately dominate everything.
But is that what he wants
Gain strength, but lose everything.
Is that all he wants
But Brando couldn't help laughing, because he realized that in the end, he had prepared the most complicated plan. He has avoided entering such a result countless times, avoiding putting himself on the other end of the wheel of fortune like a desperate gambler.
But after stepping again and again, he returned to the place, holding such a plan in his hands.
Brando smiled faintly, he really wanted to follow Antitina's plan, so stable, so simple, that noble girl's choice was so logical.
"But… "
"Brando, you're still Brando in the end..."
He shook his head mockingly.
But his gaze became firm. In that case, let him execute this plan-even if there is only one chance! But just like the past, like when he was Sufi, the one hundred and thirtieth-level warrior, facing Madara's thousands of horses.
Step by step, towards success.
Or death—
Brando turned his head and saw the young wizard apprentice chasing him from behind. The young man seemed to have reorganized his emotions, and his face returned to that indifference.
"grown ups?"
"Did you hear the sound?" Brando didn't answer, but just asked.
"what sound?"
"The sound of war—" Brando took out a silver card from his arms and replied faintly.
At that moment, the earthquake trembled, and the noble cavalry broke out from the corner of the street—