Shire's spell was finally completed.
A light wall woven by countless lines unfolded in front of Brando, and the giant sickle in the hands of the black knight who could be reached cuts down the wall with a spark. His golden pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately withdrew. In fact, when he saw this wall, he knew that this trip had failed. It is no longer possible for him to kill that young man in a short period of time—not to mention how strong the wall of law made by the Seven Rings instructor is, not to mention that Brando himself has the strength of the golden first order. I thought I could win by relying on my proud speed, but I didn’t expect that the opponent seemed to know what he would do from the very beginning—the young human categorically gave up support for the entire battlefield in the first place and withdrew all the dragoons. In order to contain his actions.
With so many guards around him, he still chose to give up the overall situation and take care of himself first. Either such people are too afraid of death, or they have terrible judgment. But no matter which kind, at least he won the bet.
Bai raised his head, the flames in his golden eyes and Brando's beige eyes calmly stared at him not far away; he even had a feeling that the opponent was an old opponent who had fought him for many years.
Of course Bai would not understand that Brando was the old opponent who had fought him for many years. The two have fought against each other dozens of times in the mountainous area of Grace, the country of the Church Knights. They know each other well. What's more, Bai has already acquired the blood of the evil dragon at that time. Both his maturity and strength are far from the current him. comparable. But Brando's understanding of him and his own experience have not changed at all.
It's just that all this fell into the eyes of the black knight, and it seemed even more weird.
He withdrew and retreated, Brando immediately ordered: "Stop him!"
The black knight among the four knights of the apocalypse, the scale of war and the judge Bai Tiamas Qiuyue, the undead general of Madara, although his personal strength has been lingering downstream among the four knights, there are four people. One of the most talented generals in the army. Brando knew that it was this person who presided over the entire strategy of capturing Bragg in the Second Black Rose War, and it was not his style to let the other party return to Madara to become a confidant of the future Eruin. What's more, for him, being able to keep this guy here is the same as breaking the arm of Targus, and the loss of the white Madara undead army will not put him so much pressure in the south.
Not to mention that he had to face the thunderous anger that made Earl Dernell.
But after hearing Brando's words, Bai couldn't help but sneer. Want to keep him? It's not that easy. Although he could not do anything about Brando for the time being, it was also based on the situation of maintaining the collapsed private soldiers of the nobles. If he didn't care about it, he decided to give this young human a good look. He believed that the one who would die is not necessary. Knowable. However, although Brando's words angered him, Bai chose to retreat with all his strength. As a general who is known for his intelligence, knowing when to do what is an essential quality.
At a turning point, he shook off Shire’s static enchantment, and flashed between two holy angels like a ghost, and finally crossed with Akane, who was chasing from the battlefield; the whole process was just between exhales and breaths. Even the red-haired girl holding an axe and gun did not have time to turn her head and saw that the back of the black knight was already tens of meters away.
"Asshole—" She gritted her teeth and looked in that direction fiercely.
Brando shook his head.
In fact, he also sighed in disappointment in his heart. He didn't expect to fail. He wanted to use words to encourage this guy to stay, but he didn't expect that from the first Black Rose War, this guy seemed to be fighting Later, he became calm. He originally thought this guy was always proud, but at this time he was not as mature as he was later, maybe he would be impulsive.
"It's really tricky, this freak—" Brando couldn't help but mumbled: "Will you be an NPC in the design team of Torrential Rain? Can you think about it from the player's point of view? Make it simpler-bastard! "
But he immediately thought of another question, and turned around and said to Shire: "Shire, go to Krencia. He may need your help, I'm worried that the white guy will take Grudin away—"
"Krencia?"
"A mercenary captain is now one of ours."
"What am I going to do, my lord?"
"Are you a mage or am I a mage? Act according to the timing," Brando replied: "Freya that dumb girl can become a Valkyrie, I believe you will be fine."
"what?"
"Nothing," Brando replied solemnly, "I just helped her plan her life."
"Understood," Charles bowed, "I am honored to be here."
"Go." Brando nodded. But seeing the red-haired girl limping over, Shire couldn’t help but sighed as he passed by, “It’s really like Miss Freya. It turns out that you, my lord, like this type—” Before he finished speaking, he was rewarded with a big roll of eyes. Qian gritted her teeth and glanced at this guy, then passed him and walked to Brando.
Brando asked: "Ay?"
Qian was taken aback for a moment: "En?"
Brando looked at her.
"I'm fine." The red-haired girl wiped the blood off her face and replied casually: "It's just an adult, Metis and her..."
"I know." Brando nodded. But that's okay. Fortunately, there is still a balance in the light element, and it is not difficult to rescue Medissa.
Qian glanced at the young lord.
She vaguely knew the relationship between the silver elf princess and this young man. Although it was a bit strange, she nodded and stopped asking. Just make sure that there is nothing wrong with Medissa. Although Brando did not answer, she had already got the answer she wanted from the young man's face. Because she knew Brando was by no means the kind of person who was indifferent to the deployment of her men.
…
The situation on the battlefield is changing. In fact, the mercenaries have crossed the last line of defense of the noble private army before the inner city.
After Bai retreats, he immediately issued an order to the noble army to retreat into the inner city, but he did not expect that because of his own order, the situation on the battlefield became more difficult to clean up for a while.
The black knight is accustomed to commanding the undead army to fight. Although he also understands the habits of human beings, he still needs to talk about the grasp of human nature. After all, he can't keep up with those real human generals. When the torrent of mercenaries did not have sporadic bones, and without the support of the undead, Grudin's private army had no room to stand. At first, the army was shaken, not to mention that the noble private soldiers lost their confidence after a retreat, and they collapsed along the five streets, like being driven by ducks. This is because Brando expects to drive these people into the inner city, and specifically orders Tiger Sparrow to tell Krencia not to rush to kill him, otherwise it is estimated that these domineering private soldiers of the nobles will cry for father and mother at this moment. NS-
As for this, our Mr. Tiamas can only be stunned.
In fact, when the black knight turned on his horse, it happened to see such a collapse of the army, and he couldn't help but yelled in secret, "Idiot!"
But cursing is meaningless, and Bai understands it. He raised his head and saw the light spots in the night sky that seemed to be cruising. They occasionally shot one or two beams towards the ground, taking away the remaining aristocratic private soldiers who were still resisting, or the existence of the undead squad that had been dispersed. sex. The undead general showed a slightly interested look in his eyes—that young human gave him a bigger surprise than he had imagined: Summoner
But the summoner does not have such a weird summoning technique, but it is not ruled out that it is ancient magic. In the era before the Dark Dragon, the magic system was very different from now. It is like the ancient string magic used by the dragon clan, and the modern string magic is completely two concepts. His golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he wished that the main force of Lord Targus would be here, and the ghosts and high-level corpses could restrain these air units very well. However, he also knew that this was just a delusion. Lord Instarron had a more important mission in the South, and his main force had to be used to confront the remnants of the Southern Legion in Eruin. It was impossible to appear in this place.
He understood that Targus privately allocated part of the Bonethorn Legion to him was the limit, but what made him shook his head was that the young man made him lose nearly 10% of the strength of this army. Fortunately, it was just a skeleton spearman.
But to say you won, it's not that simple.
There are dozens of guards in the inner city, most of them are knights usurped by Grudin, who can support them for a period of time, but in this situation, only taking away the baron master is the safest way. As for whether he can support until the army arrives, it is difficult to say. He is unwilling to take risks. Thinking of this, the Black Knight silently turned his gaze to the west.
"Young humans, the fight between us continues."
The Black Knight’s Nightmare Warhorse crossed the rout and entered the inner city at the fastest speed—
He dragged his long cloak across the suspension bridge like a black lightning, while giving orders to the knights in the porch to raise the suspension bridge and close the city gate. He decisively gave up the cumbersome plan behind reorganizing, not to mention whether the young human would give him this time, and also did not intend to let these people attack the inner city, so as not to let the other party have a chance.
As for whether the humans outside are dead or alive, what does it have to do with him
However, when the undead general of Madara came to the city with a new suit, he found that Brando and his mercenaries had arrived under the inner city, faster than he even imagined. Faster. Under their impact, the defeated soldiers were fleeing along the sides of the fir castle, and they did not have any blocking effect at all. He turned his head and saw Grudin standing beside him wearing a silk robe, his face turned pale.
"Master Tiamas?" The Lord Baron couldn't help asking.
"There must be no way to stop them here," the black knight glanced down and replied coldly, "If you want to save your life, you have to follow me."
The baron was taken aback.
"What about my people?" he asked in a low voice.
"You can control them?" The golden eyes under the metal mask gave him a cold look.
Grudin choked.
He was about to say something, but suddenly he heard an exclamation around him. Both of them turned their heads at the same time, but they happened to see a young man in a robe with three golden patterns on the sleeves coming out of the mercenary. It extends from the street to the wall of the inner city.
Grudin was startled. But Bai already roared: "It's the archmage, stop him!"
But it was too late, Charles had already put his hand down and said: "Material transformation, the law: equivalent exchange."
"Iaz U?" The gem on the head of the stick lit up. (Ancient language: Exchange?)
"magic."
The six golden lines gleamed slightly, extending countless golden lines downwards. After the lines, a giant bridge made of three rocks took shape out of thin air.
There was silence—