The icy air was tumbling in the night, and the rumbling sound went from far to near.
The brightly armored noble cavalry pulled down the metal masks in unison, the frosty spears lined up, the horses hissed, galloping out from behind the corner of the street.
At that moment, the earthquake trembled.
But Brando just looked at these noble soldiers coldly, his index and middle fingers had put up the silver card in his hand, and easily threw it forward, "Unicorn Knight, come in—" Brando read.
The card traverses an arc and falls on the ground—
Everyone could see that at that moment, the white light was intertwined, slowly descending from the night sky; but behind the light curtain, the girl knight holding a silver long shuttle slowly passed through the light-made gate. She and the horned war horse held their heads high and put their horizontal spears in front of them, and they had appeared in the middle of the street.
Summoner
There is a stagnation on the battlefield.
"Lord Lord," the silver elf princess's voice was ethereal and jumping, and she replied softly, "Thank you."
Brando knew she was talking about necklaces. He shook his head and replied: "I said, for this matter, you should thank your compatriots."
Medissa smiled softly, pressing one hand on her chest: "The process is not important, Lord Lord, I didn't do it either. And this time, what is your order to Medissa?"
"Attack forward."
Brando looked ahead and replied.
The noble cavalry is close at hand.
And the young wizard apprentice next to him was slightly startled. Summoning is based on magic circle magic, but it has something in common with the string magic of ancient magic; the'silver knight' in the summoning technique is already one of the very high-end summoning techniques, but the'silver knight' is suitable The occasion is defensive rather than offensive.
But the young man was about to remind him, but he froze just as he stretched out his hand, staying there, unable to utter a word.
Because he saw Brando holding his sword forward calmly.
The silver knight turned her head, and the pale silver-gray pupils reflected the figures of the noble cavalry getting closer and closer-but when she raised her spear, the distance between the two on the street seemed to be a moment away. Pull away.
It is an illusion of space and time, and the power of the soul is solidified in the air.
The power of the element.
"A Thousand Army—"
"one strike!"
The silver elf princess pulled down the cold metal mask, and her voice became stern.
But she moved forward, one person and one horse turned into a silver light, which pierced directly into the cavalry group, and the offensive of the noble cavalry was immediately stagnant; Medissa's momentum broke out completely, and the strength of the gold level seemed to be in an instant. The blade swept in all directions.
In an instant, people turned their backs on their backs.
The order of gold.
It's another one!
The three heads of mercenaries, Uta, Fern, Krencia and other mercenaries took a breath of air, and it is not easy for the golden first-class power to see one in this poor country. I did not expect that at this moment. There are two-two golden ranks, and one of them seems to be the young man's summoning object.
Where is he sacred
The three of them couldn’t help but feel fortunate at this moment. Fortunately, they did not stand on the wrong team, because in comparison, although Baron Grudin can make them desperate with a wanted document, Brando’s strength at this moment is truly tangible. They were killed one by one; the strength of the gold rank, after touching the element, there was already a gulf between silver and black iron.
When Kerencia saw this scene, the silver-haired middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and a trace of determination flashed in his light blue eyes. He drew his long sword and waved his hand forward: "Members of Rose and Wine, fight for the dead companions!"
"fighting!"
With a response, the mercenaries behind the middle-aged mercenary captain moved forward. Brando watched these people pass over him one by one and join the battle ahead. After a moment of frustration, the noble cavalry now began to stand in a stalemate on the street.
But this is only one of them, Brando believes that Grudin's men are constantly coming.
The other person will want to figure out what happened.
He looked back at the silver-haired middle-aged man.
"My lord, the Rose and Wine Mercenary Corps is here to fight alongside you." Kerencia looked ahead and replied in a low voice: "I hope you can lead us out of the predicament—"
Brando calmly smiled non-committal.
He could see this guy's unwillingness, too, he almost relied on forced persecution to force them on such a path, how could the other party be reconciled. But since he has chosen to embark on this path of desperation, he must go on step by step. Of course he will rely on these mercenaries-but he is not controlled by the other side.
This is the first move in this game of chess, and the fight has just begun.
He raised his sword, and pointed it at the fir castle in the dark.
"Mr. Kerencia?"
"What?" The silver-haired middle-aged man was shocked.
"Get there, let's talk about the next step-otherwise, you and I will all end up in smoke. No matter how much it is said, it is meaningless." Brando paused and said lightly.
Krencia was startled.
"You really want to kill him, Lord Lord?" He felt a bit dry in his mouth, and couldn't help but moisturize his throat: "Grudin is the nobleman of the kingdom and the son of Count Jean Dnell. I think we give One lesson from him is... enough..."
Brando glanced at him.
He shook his head, thinking that Eruin's hierarchical system is strict, even if Krenxia is such a sophisticated and cunning mercenary leader, he can't help being naive about such things.
"It's not that I want to kill him, Mr. Kerencia," so the young man smiled slightly. "It's more unrighteousness-he will die."
The silver-haired middle-aged man stayed, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
And behind, the red-haired mercenary captain Yuta watched this scene with green eyes. She turned her head and looked at the firefighter captain Fern on the side, and replied with interest: "Karen Shia guy, this time he is determined to follow along. It's really rare."
"Humph," the tall man snorted coldly, and looked there with disdain: "It's just a fox."
The battle continues.
Baron Grudin’s reinforcements seemed to be coming from all directions, and the sound of rumbling horseshoes gradually sounded in the distance from the street.
A ray of light flashed in Uta's eyes, and she immediately pointed to the tall man and said, "Fern, you stay here. I will go up to support that lord. As for Simon, leave it to me and my people—"
"Why am I staying behind?" Fern was taken aback and frowned: "The combat effectiveness of the Firefighter is not weaker than any of you."
The redhead smiled slightly: "Why, are you trying to rob me of a weak woman? Fern, did I hear that you were a knight before? Shouldn't knights be courteous?"
The tall man hummed slightly, then turned his head and ignored her. He thrust his two-handed giant sword into the ground with a crackling sound. Fern raised his head and glanced over the heads of every member of the firefighter group and other people present, and then he utterly ordered: "You must not let it go before dawn. An undead enters the city. Someone who dares to take a step back, be careful I squeeze his eggs!"
After speaking, he raised his right fist.
moment.
His response was a weapon raised high, silently—
A triumphant smile bloomed on Yuta's face. She pursed her lips, but her face quickly became solemn. When she turned around, her charming face was already cold.
The head of the red-haired mercenary looked at her own person and stretched out his hand to You Ping: "My person, come with me—"
Her voice was as cold as a blade with a chill.
Fern silently looked back at the red-haired head of the mercenary. The knight’s courtesy did not allow women and children to participate in the battle, but this time he did not choose to refuse, because he knew that Uta’s only sister died today. In the massacre in the morning.
For the survival of the hired corps, each of them chose to be silent. Even though he was burning with vengeance in his heart, he still chose to turn around—not to face this dark world. The young man forced them to this point, but it did not represent the choice in their hearts so that they could face all of this.
Face your own heart, and this raging anger.
Fern looked back at the endless night and sighed inexplicably.
breaking Dawn.
With the first light, dawn will break.
Can the light be there again
…
If the battlefield is a huge chess game, then this chess game becomes alive and vivid at this moment.
The noble cavalry could not stop Brando from advancing, and the crossbowman quickly entered the attacking position behind. These heavy-armored crossbowmen are the core part of the noble private army. They raised the four-armed crossbow high in the voice of the command, twisted the bowstring, and put the steel arrow in place.
Then an order was given, and the migratory locusts were like rain.
A rain of black arrows came over the sky, and the mercenaries rushing to the front immediately fell to the next row. The silver-haired middle-aged mercenary captain smashed the crossbow shot at him with a sword. He gritted his teeth when he saw his own casualties.
However, the crossbow arrow flies to Brando's side, the young man protects Fonia with one hand, and with a stroke of his right hand, the wind pressure brought by the white crow sword makes these steel arrows seem to have experienced a storm, and they fly back one after another. Hit the wall.
He pressed forward with his sword, and Medissa had taken the lead.
The second line of defense organized by the defenders in the city immediately became precarious. The private soldiers of the nobles could rely on two silver knights-but unfortunately, they found that the opponent was not only a strong one of the golden rank. It’s that simple.
But a real silver elf knight.
Under the influence of fighting skills for centuries, the silver elf girl has become more keen on fighting than ordinary people. She was like a breeze avoiding the spears in the hands of the two knights, and she had already swept them off the horses with a single shot.
In an instant.
Those noble crossbowmen who wore heavy armor and acted unchanged found that they were facing a terrifying unicorn rider. And between them, there was no obstacle at all.
Metisa put the gun with one hand, her silver eyes were cold—
The defenders were defeated.
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