Six dark, icy rocky bridges rose from under the Shire's sceptre and crashed into the inner city wall. After shaking the mountain, the knights of Grudin staggered up from behind the retaining wall, terrified. Found that there is a smooth path between them and their opponents-no obstacles.
There was no sound on the battlefield for a while, as if a silent angel flew over the heads of everyone present, making them silent.
But the young wizard retracted his staff, stood back, then raised his head and smiled at the dust-faced knights above the city wall.
At that moment, dull horseshoes sounded from behind him—
The cavalry among the mercenaries had galloped out from behind the Shire, and passed the young wizard in an instant, and they rushed on the bridge of rock. The cavalry moved forward, and the long sword in the young lord behind him also moved forward—Brando’s long sword reflected the cold light of the stars, motionless—as if to respond to the same command:
Attack and destroy the enemy!
The ground rumbling, the noble knights finally changed their faces. A large number of mercenaries rushed up the city wall densely, but Brando's summons were faster than them. The young man has folded his cards and reset the two holy archangels who had suffered serious injuries during the battle with Kabais and Bai. While he fished out Medissa’s card from the cemetery, he ordered The holy archangel strikes-the light-made angel flapped its wings over everyone's heads, and flew to the city wall in an instant. The sword light in his hand flashed, and the head was already rolling to the ground. Although the strength of the silver superior ranks is not worth mentioning in front of Kabais and Shiro, it is an insurmountable mountain in front of these noble knights. With its foothold as the center, the knights retreat one after another. Their only choice seems to be Just fleeing in panic, a large number of knights had to turn around and squeeze down the tower.
Soon, a gap was opened in the city wall.
Seeing this scene, Bai snorted coldly. He didn't say a word, and dragged Grudin into the castle. For him, the death or alive of these humans has nothing to do with him, as long as the Grudin in his hand is intact. The same situation certainly fell in the eyes of Brando, who was watching here anytime and anywhere, and he smiled: Bai this guy still doesn't understand human nature!
The young man lowered his head and whispered something to Qian beside him. The girl was taken aback, glanced at him, and then walked away suspiciously. Shortly after she left, there were shouts one after another on the battlefield:
"My Lord Baron has escaped!"
"The Lord Baron has escaped!"
When the shouts sounded, the few noble soldiers who were still standing on the city's head were startled slightly. They couldn't help but look back for Grudin's trace, but the result is conceivable, the front finally shaken at this moment. This is like the last straw that crushes the camel. After discovering that they have lost their lord, the knights of Grudin collapsed across the board, or that they only resisted a little at first, and then completely gave up.
The situation gradually became clear, the mercenaries poured into the tower like a torrent, they put down the suspension bridge-Brando then led people into the castle, because for him: there is a final battle.
…
The inside of the castle is dark and obscure, and the corridors seem endlessly descending in a spiral shape. But perhaps Grudin thought that only he knew where the secret passage of Fir Castle was, but it was a pity that this was nothing in Brando's eyes. This is the innate advantage of the soul on the other side of him, just like when the baron and the undead generals of Madara enter the hall where the secret path is located, the young people also follow.
Both sides entered the hall at the same time.
And both sides stopped when they saw each other at the same time—Brando, Shee, and Charles were on one end, and Grudin and White were on the other end—the Baron obviously hadn't expected such a thing to happen. At that moment, he stayed for a while, almost wondering if he was sold by someone. For a time, the two sides were separated by a long table, and they were all motionless.
The hall was still the same, as if the scene was exactly the same as the day before and now it has reappeared, even the atmosphere is so strikingly similar.
Under the weird silence, the air flow in the hall even tended to stop—
However, Brando raised his head. He glanced at the beautiful red crystal chandelier on the ceiling and couldn't help but think that history was just amazingly similar. It's just that he chose to compromise here the day before, but now he is coming to recover his lost things. Then he lowered his head and looked at Grudin and the undead knight standing in front of him.
Bai Ye looked at them quietly, not seeming surprised.
The undead knight raised his right hand with a huge scythe to stop Grudin behind him, and replied: "Human, you are much better than I thought; I am surprised that Eruin has lower-level nobles like you— "
The sound was hollow like a layer of metal that was peeling paint and rusting.
Brando shook his head.
"Okay, don't waste time, Tiamas," he interrupted the guy: "You understand, whose life I am here to take. I know I can't keep you, but don't want to take this away. Lord Baron of Eruin."
He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the last few words.
Under the metal mask came the sound of an urn with a sneer: "I don't know who you are, let's just think you are the Lord Viscount. But Mr. Viscount, I remember that in your human world, the rules between nobles are not like this."
"Behind me is the local lord, a noble Mr. Baron. The noble blood flowing in his family can even be traced back to the previous dynasty among you. But today, the Lord Viscount, you tell me, now you have to Attack one of the members of this glorious family, set a precedent for bloody massacre between nobles and nobles?"
"Of course I can let go," Bai shrugged. "But if I let go, do you dare to kill him?"
Grudin stood behind the undead general with a gloomy expression.
"The honor of the kingdom will not fall on the traitor."
"But it's not your rule of the game to die and break the net."
Brando smiled slightly: "If only one Earl Dernell is enough to make me die, what am I doing here?"
Bai was slightly taken aback.
"It's a big tone." Baron Grudin finally had the opportunity to insert a sentence, and he almost grinded it from his teeth: "Just a little Count Jean Dnell, I don't know where your confidence comes from. Viscount Gunstin."
"Did I ask you to talk?" Brando looked at him.
The young man's icy eyes pierced Grudin's heart like a knife, his pupils shrank slightly, and he shut up immediately.
Madara's undead general clapped: "It's so bold," a metal interlaced voice came from under the mask. "The Kolonians (*) said that smart people must learn to find a balance between thinking and doing things. Mr. Viscount, especially since I think that as a decent nobleman, Baron Grudin has already gotten the answer. There are lessons. I don’t see how to stop here. Everyone has room to turn around."
(*The residents of the area between Grace and St. Osor, the country of the Knights of the Church, are also the main ethnic group of Grace)
"Lonians also said, blood for blood, tooth for tooth." Charles added with a smile behind Brando.
"It's shed, it's not your blood, my lord, after all."
"Indeed, but the decentness of aristocrats is not innate." Brando replied coldly.
Silence for nothing.
But the young man also frowned, because in his mind, the black knight among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse had never been a nonsense person. On the contrary, he and White Knight Alberton are notoriously taciturn, decisive, and prefer to do things rather than talk. But now Bai is showing the opposite of what he knows. Brando definitely does not think that it is because Bai's personality at the moment has changed significantly since then.
Then there is only one reason left.
Is Grudin so important? I just don't know what kind of agreement has been reached between Madara and the Jean Denel family! But what made him even more suspicious was the other party's purpose of delaying time here.
But the best way to break the unknown trap is to prevent the opponent from getting what they want.
Brando didn't say a word. He stretched out his right hand and pressed his white glove on the sword. With a light pressure, he took a step forward. He just moved, and his icy aura crossed half of the hall in an instant—
Bai Wen did not move, but Grudin behind him stepped back three steps in a row and almost fell to the ground. The Lord Baron of the kingdom finally stood flush with his face flushed. He gritted his teeth and looked at Brando, but his heart was full of disbelief. Although he himself is just a swordsman with black iron strength, but he can still feel Brando's real strength that burst out before-he is stronger again!
Grudin couldn't believe that a person could become so much stronger in one day and night. Of course he couldn't guess that it was the sensory illusion brought by the level of the twenty-two elements. The only possibility that he could think of was the other party. He must have been hiding his strength before.
He immediately heard the discovery and told the white who was aside, the black knight nodded, and then looked at Brando with a playful look—
Kabais’ report is impossible to go wrong.
But Grudin shouldn't lie to him now, not to mention that he himself had experienced it just now. So who should he believe
However, the undead general of Madara didn't change his appearance, he just asked, "Mr. Viscount, don't you think twice?"
"Tiamas, it's not good for you to intervene in human affairs," Brando shook his head with the sword, "You understand, you can't take Grudin to leave. If that's the case, why bother with me? A meaningless battle, get out of the way, I know it’s not your habit—"
Bai shook his head.
He watched Brando approach step by step, pressed the Baron back a little with a giant sickle to keep his distance, and then said: "For Mr. Viscount, this battle is really unnecessary. But it's different for me. Although Madara has never had a tradition of ally with the living—but everything happens for the first time, and it’s not a good reputation for us to abandon allies the first time."
He smiled under the mask: "What's more, you are right. Surrounded by powerful enemies, it is a little difficult for me to protect Lord Baron—"
"Mr. Tiamas!" Grudin asked hurriedly, with a pale face.