Grudin stood stiffly on the terrace, watching the dots of torches converge towards that spot in the darkness. Ever since he heard that the damned Viscount Gunstin was killed again, he felt regret and fear. What regretted was why he didn't follow his confidant's advice and forced him to stay in the afternoon. Instead, he looked forward and missed the opportunity.
But besides regret, he is more afraid. Although he knew that Madara's generals were in the city, he knew that those bones would never allow him to die here—but even so, he instinctively felt a kind of fear grabbing his heart.
It was like a sharp sword hanging high, and the slightest coolness could be felt above the head.
He involuntarily touched the wound on his cheek, although his face was composure, but his heart was cold. He always remembered Brando's cold eyes when he looked at him, and the words coldly left behind:
"Keep your dog's head and take it again in the future."
It's just that I didn't expect this coming day, it's really just a day.
The baron looked back.
Behind him stood an unfamiliar guest, who was covered in a long, black wing-like cloak dressed in black lock armor; and he was wearing a dark metal mask, only left A pair of bright golden eyes below.
He grasped a huge sickle in sharp metal gloves and carried it on his shoulders, always looking calmly into the distance.
If Brando was here, he would have noticed the silver scale painted on this person.
Among Madara's many generals, only one has such an emblem.
The black knight, the Judge Bai Tiamas Qiuyue.
One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse of Madara—
However, unlike the white knight Alberton and the red knight Ledios, Bai Tiamas Qiuyue had been in a high position before the first Black Rose War, and he was Targus's deputy.
There are many legends about him in the past games, but most of the players are most concerned about the true identity of this person. According to legend, the face of the black knight hidden under the mask has not been seen by any living person.
Of course, this sentence is a little bit false, because even the dead and players of Madara have never seen it.
Facing the flickering eyes of Baron Grudin, the black knight smiled slightly: "Lord Lord, don't worry, our army will be here soon—"
His voice is slightly chilling, but it has a neutral charm.
"But I heard that the Viscount-sama went there alone. Although he was courageous, he lacked wisdom. He was only a golden figure, and Kabais alone could easily balance it."
"When the time comes, you will kill or pluck, leave it at your disposal, my lord."
When he said this, he thought in his heart: Is the enemy this time the young man who let the "dead maggot" Margus eat
I want to see you last time.
Baron Grudin snorted coldly on one side, knowing that Madara was still unwilling to get involved in the dispute between the Eruin nobility. However, he did not dislike the other party's proposal.
Thinking of the trouble Brando had caused him, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth to prepare a feast accurately for the viscount lord.
Death is not so simple.
…
The battle in the city is heating up, and the offensive arrows formed by mercenaries are advancing along the street—
After Medissa took the lead, Brando took Fonia's hand and followed closely behind. The young man led the little girl step by step on the battlefield of thousands of horses—sometimes aristocratic private soldiers approached the young knight commander through the defense line—the opponent was often still surprised why the opponent was so negligent, but He got the answer immediately.
The indifferent young man flew his sword with a wave of his hand—or simply swept it into countless pieces of steel—and then pierced his chest with another sword.
The whole process does not even take a second.
The heart is still beating, but the wound has become hoarfrost. The long sword seemed to suddenly appear in front of the chest, and most of the private soldiers of the nobles fell on their backs with an expression of disbelief.
Brando drew his sword, pushed the cold body away, and fell to the ground—then he continued to move forward. Fonia was a little pale by his side, but she still held onto his hand tightly.
At that time, Brother Brando also looked so cold and saved her from the noble cavalry. Yes, there are Sister Antitina and others, they are all good people, because only bad people can hurt everyone.
Brother Brando's enemies are bad guys.
Simple logic takes root in Fonia's young heart.
Brando wiped a few blood stains on her forehead, and he looked up and glanced back: It is very close to the fir castle, but half an hour has passed-time is still tight, but the other party will continue to let them go so far. .
The undead of Madara should have appeared.
The young lord looked around, and soon he found what he wanted to find among Grudin's private soldiers; not the imaginary skeleton soldiers or pale riders, but the zombies.
The seven-headed zombies are hiding among the private soldiers of the nobles. They move quickly in this direction. Their movements are so secret that everyone, including Metisa, did not find the murderous intention hidden under the surface. After all, the silver elf princess is most familiar with it. The enemy is not these skeletons—
It's a pity that the actions of these things that thought they were secret fell into Brando's eyes, but they were as eye-catching and dazzling as they were sneaking forward on an empty street. The young people were too familiar with them.
It is less than ten meters.
The eyes of the zombies flashed with faint green light, and they were about to violently hurt people in the next moment.
And Brando immediately handed Fonia to Clencia on the side, taking the middle-aged mercenary captain's surprise, the whole person was already out of the crowd.
The charge skill is activated instantly.
Everyone could barely see an afterimage swept by, and then a series of seven swords, one after another, like falling snow, the action has not been frozen—everyone has heard seven sounds like the cracking of a broken revolution.
Then the scene in front of me turned quietly in a moment, and the visual illusion caused the time difference. The seven incomplete zombies had been scattered in the air like garbage, and they flew back from there.
With seven sounds of heavy objects falling, the noble private soldiers below have fallen to the ground.
As soon as Brando's offensive was closed and the sword flicked backward, the man was already standing in front of all the mercenaries. At that moment, everyone was slightly suffocated. Although they already knew that this young nobleman was of first-class gold strength, they couldn't help feeling fascinated when they saw him take action without reservation.
It's as if he stopped there.
The aura of thousands of troops and horses was stiffly stagnated by this interception.
At this time, a crusader servant among the private soldiers of the nobles suddenly violent. The behemoth roared in a low voice, holding an axe in both hands as if suddenly rising from the ground. There was a loud noise, and the stone slabs were on the street. Cracking and flying mud, this terrifying monster has lifted a dozen or so noble private soldiers in front of him, and an axe swung over like Brando.
Brando looked at this thing motionlessly. He remembered that he was chased by the same thing in the Braggs auction a few months ago, but at this moment, the movement of this thing was in him. But in my eyes it seems to be a slow-motion playback.
Young people believe that they only need a sword to split the opponent.
But he didn't move.
A silver spear had passed over his shoulders behind him, and in the blink of an eye, the pointed spindle spear had knocked back the giant axe.
Not only was it repelled, but it was broken all at once, and the entire axe blade flew far away amidst the clamor of metal. Then it fell among the distant crowd, causing a scream.
The mercenaries stopped then, looking up at the behemoth, each took a breath of air-conditioning.
Although they knew that the undead of Madara was in the city, seeing these legendary monsters with their own eyes, they couldn't help being timid.
It's just that the tall crusader's servant is at a loss. He looks at the broken double-edged axe in his hand, and then at the little silver elf girl who is between himself and the young man. The fire of the soul flickered in his eyes.
"Lord Lord." Medissa frowned. She was an undead herself, and the breath of the undead made her feel familiar, but the pure murderous intent on the opponent's body also made this silver elf girl feel uncomfortable.
Brando did not answer her words.
The young man turned his head and looked in a certain direction on the battlefield. When he saw the shadow move, he suddenly gave a cold snort, flicked his right hand forward, and the black steel long sword in his hand suddenly shot out in that direction like a black lightning—
'When' a metal trembling--
The black steel long sword seemed to hit an air wall, a cloud of sparks scattered around, and then flew out backwards. He hit the ground three times and slid a long distance before stopping.
And the young man kept his gaze still, he saw the air flow little by little, as if a layer of translucent black mist was dissipating, and then exposed the tall bone frame holding a battle axe and wearing a brass armor at the back.
The light yellow flame in the eyes of the black hole of Kabais was beating, staring at Brando motionlessly.
The battle axe in its hand had a deep cut on it, which was obviously where it had fought with the black steel long sword before. But Brando didn't expect that a magnificent Madara lieutenant would use an ordinary battle axe.
He raised his eyebrows.
And at this moment everyone stopped their hands.
Whether noble private soldiers or mercenaries, they all stopped and stared at the sudden appearance of the skeleton general—
Thanks to the Black Rose War, although the name of the "God of Reaper" Kabais is not spread throughout Eruin, at least it is already well-known in the upper echelons of Eruin and throughout the southern region.
In particular, the number of senior generals from the skeleton class in the Madara undead army is actually not many, but this dark lord is the only skeleton general who has the title of'cunning' at the same time.
And its memorable brass armor from the Cruz Lake dynasty three centuries ago, let these people recognize its identity at a glance.
"Ka... Kabais..."
"... The undead general of Madara..."
"Why are you here..."
The whispers swept across the battlefield like a black tide, and it seemed to be a icy wind that stopped everyone's movements.
Suddenly, the two sides stopped fighting unexpectedly.
"That rumor is really true," Kabais didn't care about everything that happened around him. The soul fire flickered in the eyes of the tall skeleton general, and he looked at Brando: "You are proficient in black magic..."
Brando sneered.
"It's a mere dark curtain, just fur." The young man confronted each other.
But he was secretly watching the surroundings. The dark curtain blessed by Kabais is not simple, unlike the handwriting of a normal corpse witch. He instinctively felt that Rothko was nearby.
"Who are you, young man?" Kabais opened his mouth and asked, its air leaking voice hoarse and low: "The trick of the red bronze dragon Reto can deceive your foolish nobles, but it can't deceive me. —"
"You are their true leader, right?"
"And you are the one who led the Ridenberg refugees to break through the encirclement of the adults, right?"
"Young commander," Kabais raised his head, cracked his jaw and smiled silently: "I've long wanted to see you, on this battlefield—"
This statement came out.
There was a sound of air-conditioning all around.