On the battlefield, Sakon made a slight gasp.
The noble soldiers and mercenaries stopped and looked at Brando-the young man standing in the middle of the army-with a look of awe. The story of the red bronze dragon Reto has been spread throughout the south, even in certain areas in the north. Also heard:
The year of blooming flowers and summer leaves, this year is the year of the outbreak of the Black Rose War—
When Karasu was defeated, the Viel area was in a hurry. The Whitemane Legion's flank collapsed when touched, and Goran-Elson turned into a tortoise. Lord Black drove straight ahead in Staron, making Denell precarious.
The news of the defeat was not beyond everyone's expectations, but the people of the kingdom still couldn't help asking, where is our army? Where is our victory? Where is our honor
The answer to them was the indifferent one-paper peace agreement, with the cold text written on the fact that the Buch region no longer belongs to this ancient kingdom.
Then there was silence.
But there seemed to be a faint voice in the silence. This voice tells such a story, and Wen Yan answers the hope in everyone's hearts—
In Ridenburg.
It was a flash of lightning in a dark rainy night.
A huge army of refugees is marching in a hurry. They broke through the flanking blockade of the "Black Lord" Instaron all the way-the white knight Alberton, defeated the dead maggots Magus, Ledios, and after Grubb's many pursuers-as if it were a legend, overnight In between, the early morning mist appeared and appeared under Braggs.
The person leading them is called the bronze dragon Reto.
Braggs became a sensation.
The southern border was also boiling, and the reputation even spread to the north; with a miracle name, it spread to the ears of the aristocratic nobles, or the chatter of the citizens after a meal.
Reto is called the man who brought miracles.
But now the undead general who had personally experienced that war, the lord in the darkness who was said to be the "God of Death" by word of mouth, had personally told them a different fact. Is there someone else standing behind the red bronze dragon Leto
Kabais had no reason to deceive them, nor was it necessary. Especially the hoarse and leaky tone of the tall Skeleton General carries a kind of sincere admiration and expectation. The light yellow soul fire in its eyes is peeling and burning, as if it can be regarded as a kind of appreciation.
Just because of the young knight in front of me? Everyone's eyes stopped on Brando in unison.
Why did he stand behind the scenes from beginning to end, if it weren't for Kabais to talk about it, wouldn't his name never be known to the world
The mercenaries and noble soldiers could not imagine that someone would reject such a lofty reputation and glory, and of course they could not guess what situation and choices Brando faced at that time. They just saw the only reaction of the young man at the moment, a faint smile—
That is not rejection, but disdain.
Everyone took a breath subconsciously, as if in a moment they felt a kind of'flicking their clothes away, hiding in the realm of fame'. who is he? Brando didn't say a word, but a mysterious halo had fallen on him involuntarily.
The battlefield was silent for a while.
It's a pity that Brando didn't know what other people were thinking, otherwise it would have been a fluke. Because of course he was not disdainful at this moment, but was exposed by Kabais face to face, and for a while, he didn't know how to answer with a commercial smile on his face.
"Krencia, what are you doing in a daze?" he shouted.
The mercenaries were taken aback, but immediately reacted. Medissa had leveled his spear and shot out from the left flank. The unicorn knight pierced the enemy's formation with a silver streamer one by one, and a shot pierced the heart of the tall crusader's servant. The reliance found temporarily was knocked down in an instant, and the private noble army who had finally stood still was in chaos again, and immediately retreated one after another.
While General Skull stood in the chaos, the flames in his eyes flashed.
The private army of Grudin in the city was originally not the opponent of these mercenaries. It knew this well; unless it was based on the city’s defense and fighting in the street, these human noble soldiers were far inferior to these vengeful soldiers in terms of fighting will. Mercenaries, one side fights for money and one side fights for faith, the outcome of the battle is not hard to guess.
But the outer city has fallen, and it takes time to retreat to the inner city, which is why it appeared here. There are not many dead souls in the city, and it must invest these limited forces in the most critical places.
For example, here.
But Brando also knows this.
He was the commander of the battle regiment, he knew the virtues of the noble private soldiers, and Madara’s habits on the battlefield; not to mention the comparison between the enemy and the enemy, the key to the change of the situation was well planned from the beginning-in short, it must not be given. Grudin’s private armies withdrew into the inner city for the time being guarded.
The young man's lips were pressed into a straight line, and the calculations in Kabais' heart were already clear in his eyes, as if it were a big open book.
The two faced each other motionlessly among the current army.
But Brando was not in a hurry. The mercenary's attacking arrow was led by Metisa, as he could go forward. He could afford to wait, but Kabais was not necessarily. He dropped his hands naturally and looked at Kabais in the chaos with confidence, waiting for the moment when the opponent couldn't hold on.
Instead, the flames in Kabais' eyes flashed again.
This young man is not usually tricky. When did Eruin have such an outstanding commander? In its eyes, although the opponent is standing in this chaotic army, they seem to know the situation on the battlefield well—Of course, Bais doesn’t know that Brando has already overlooked the battle from a higher level, but only feels A deep taboo.
No wonder that fellow Bai personally ordered not to hurt his life. This young man's keenness on the battlefield is almost comparable to Master Instaron. If he is in Madara, he will definitely be reused by His Majesty.
Thinking of the supreme king holding a mercury scepter in the darkness, Kabais felt the fire of his soul tremble, and a long-lost feeling of blood boiled back into his body.
It's like going back to the time of fighting in the past.
The memory stung Kabais deeply, but it also ignited the fighting will in its heart. As Brando knew, this tall bone frame could not wait. The elf knight who had the same breath as it was leading the mercenaries to bypass it. If it confronted again, then the battle would be complete. It's going to be reversed.
Kabais squeezed his battle axe tightly, but immediately felt a breath locked in him.
"You plan to do it yourself, don't you plan to recall the unicorn knight?" Kabais thought, Brando's arrogance made him a little angry; he had a fight with Brando yesterday, and he knew each other well. 'S strength is just entering the level of the first level of gold.
"I heard that you are proficient in Eruin's court white crow swordsmanship—" the undead general raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "but young humans, the confrontation above gold, do you think it is a mere mid-level swordsmanship? Can you fight against the elements?"
Brando smiled slightly after hearing this, thinking that this guy should know that not only does he know what a fight above gold is about, but even the way of fighting after the elements are civilized and body remodeled is also clear. I guess it won't be right now. Will put on such a posture of relying on the old and selling the old to say such a thing to him.
This is a bit funny, no, in his opinion, it is almost a suspicion.
But at the same time, Brando also opened the'exploration'—the skill that the silver elves have explored in thousands of years of battle. At that moment, a series of data appeared on Kabais' body, as well as countless white lines extending from it:
The torso and limbs are dark red, which means that the physique and strength have at least reached the level of the golden midstream; the lower limbs that control the balance and the arms, waist and abdomen are connected with a light red color, representing the dexterity of the golden lower position. The soul power is condensed in substance, the barrier of will is erratic, but at least it has a silver level, and the level of intelligence cannot be detected. In fact, this technique can not detect what kind of skills the opponent has.
But these are not important.
In fact, as a special investigative skill, Brando now knows what special abilities it has. He saw the short white lines extending around Kabais's body, and he knew that they were the possible route for the opponent to launch an attack.
Pre-judgment, this is one of the most powerful capabilities of exploration skills.
Brando could hardly believe his eyes when he experimented with this skill for the first time. He didn't understand until that moment why he had hardly heard the name of this skill in the past games—the "Probing" skill was added to the Amber Sword. Ability young people can almost imagine that it must be about increasing the reaction speed of hits and dodges—because the description of anticipation in the game is to gain insight bonuses on the reaction speeds of hits and dodges.
It is normal for such a tasteless skill not to be mentioned on the forum; after all, most of what he knows are those very famous skills.
But here,'exploration' has been given a completely different meaning by mistake, and that is the description of the enemy's offensive route. This may be an ability that everyone has in the past games, but here, only'prejudgment' can do it.
Every move is in my eyes.
Brando understood that Menisi's description of the silver elves' combat skills can be said to be no exaggeration. With this, the combat effectiveness is naturally increased exponentially-the opponent has not yet shot, and you already know its offensive direction, the significance can be imagined.
As Kabais assumes a fighting stance, the white lines extending from it are gradually decreasing, five, four, three, and finally fixed on three white lines that extend outward.
Brando is familiar with this starting position, one of the basic combat skills of the Madara Black Knight, and the judgment of the'exploration' skill is exactly the same as his own judgment: three possible offensive directions.
The young hand raised, using white crow swordsmanship to hit the ground with wind pressure, and the swirling air current on the stone slab rolled up a steel sword that fell on the ground, and then steadily fell into his hand.
"It doesn't matter what you say," Brando replied: "The big talk is louder, but in the end, it depends on the first battle to decide who wins and who loses!"
Kabais snorted coldly.
"Then let me know the power of your elements, young human." When it moved its body, its offensive line was reduced from three to two at that instant, and from two to one—
Brando has appeared on that route.
Kabais stayed for a while.
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