"Mr. Tiamas!"
Baron Grudin was startled by Bai's words, and his face was pale. The only thing he can rely on now is the undead general of Madara. If the opponent can't protect him comprehensively, the savage young Viscount will really kill him with a single sword.
But Bai ignored him and said to himself: "But I have support for half an hour, I have this confidence."
"Half an hour?" Brando captured the point of the opponent's sentence like a real old opponent: "Is there any point in half an hour? Or is there any purpose for you to delay me for half an hour here? "
"If it's not the enemy, I really doubt that you are some of my best friends in my lifetime," Bai couldn't help but sighed: "Why do you always act like you know me so well, even if it's Marisa. You can't know so much." Woolen cloth."
Brando just smiled.
Of course he knew that Marisa was actually the white body maid, and the bastard was actually hurting him by bending around. However, he was unwilling to show weakness even verbally, which was in line with his knowledge of this guy; he was a proud temperament who would never admit it verbally. Even in Madara, he offended many people. Otherwise, it will not be assigned to the miscellaneous army of Instaron.
But he thinks so, but he doesn't hold anything in his hands. He continued forward, only ten meters away from Bai. At the same time, Charles was behind him, ready to spell.
"Mr. Viscount." Bai said, "You never thought, why didn't you give you a signal in the direction of Ximen?"
Brando was startled, his face suddenly sank after thinking of something in his heart.
"Ah, I remember that was a beautiful red-haired mercenary lady?" The undead knight replied: "Of course you don't have to worry, sir, I have very few staff on hand, so I shouldn't be enough to cause any trouble to them. But there is. One thing I have to tell you-I sent to stop their manpower, I think it is more than enough to delay a little time."
Brando said nothing.
Bai said to himself: "Presumably at this time, Simon and my kind should have already entered the city. Of course, they are all dirty, low-level bones, and lack of command. You know I don't trust me very much. Those lower-level corpses. But Mr. Viscount, no matter how you say it, if you don’t go back and remedy it right now—not to mention the life of that beautiful lady, I’m afraid the whole battle will become very troublesome, right?"
After listening to his nonsense, the young man took a deep breath and tried his best to restrain himself so that he didn't hit the opponent with a punch. He just wanted this crow's mouth to speak no more, but the anger turned to anger, but his heart was very clear, the other party did not need to lie—
In fact, he has also been worried about the situation in the direction of West Gate, because as Bai said, he has never received the magic beacon from the head of the female mercenary named Youta. But if the situation is as serious as the latter said, the situation is not only troublesome, it is extremely dangerous.
Not to mention the losses caused by the influx of the undead to Fir City, and it also sealed the way for each of them. The inner city walls are low and can't bear the impact of the skeleton army. And if you let the opponent take advantage of the momentum to attack the inner city.
Brando couldn't help but keep sinking.
He didn't expect this guy to dared to divide his troops at this time, he couldn't help wondering whether this guy really cared about Grudin's life or death. I don't care, but what I'm doing at the moment doesn't seem to be the same. But if you care, this guy's plan is more like a frantic lunatic.
Unless he planned to take Grudin away early in the morning.
Is that necessary
Grudin is just one of the sons of Count Dernell, not even the eldest son—
Brando couldn't help taking a deep breath. Tiamas's blow could be said to have hit his vitals. He couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the black knight gloomily, and now he finally understood the guy's intention to delay time before. But the only good thing is that he is alert enough to not let the other party's conspiracy succeed-at least now he still has a choice.
"Damn, it's worthy of the balance of war—" Brando cursed secretly. This is the first era of the Black Rose War. But this guy has already shown wisdom and predictability that is not inferior to the future, Brando even has an illusion, maybe this guy has guessed what he is playing.
Brando tightened the hilt tightly, if he could, he really wanted to keep this guy here. He is even more willing to kill this guy than to kill Grudin, but unfortunately, he also knows that this is not realistic.
Bai smiled slightly at him: "There is still half an hour, let's make a deal."
Grudin behind him seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The Lord Baron squeezed an ugly smile from his stiff face, he smiled gloomily, looking at this moment as Brando who seemed to be unable to retreat, his heart was filled with a sense of gloating pleasure.
It seems that even Firwood City, which is about to endure the disaster now, does not seem to be his territory at all, and has nothing to do with him.
But that's true. For him, if the city is gone, just build it again. As for people? Those untouchables are everywhere, and he doesn't need to care at all. He still cares more about Brando's feelings now, he couldn't help but smiled: "Young man, impulse comes at a price."
But he suddenly remembered the cost of provoking the other party last time, and subconsciously eased his tone: "But I admit that you are very strong, and your strength is always worthy of respect. Of course, if you are willing to put this matter down, it will come to an end, I I can also make a promise on behalf of my father—"
"Promise that the holiday between us will end here."
He seemed to relax and talk freely: "In fact, you also understand that nobles are generally unwilling to endure a war that hurts both sides. But there is one more thing, my adopted daughter is still in your hands—"
He was about to follow this topic, but saw Bai in front of him turned his head, staring at him with cold eyes under the metal mask. Grudin felt a chill, suddenly realized something, and hurriedly kept silent.
At the same time, Bai turned his head back, waiting for Brando's answer.
Charles and Akane also looked at their lord.
Brando replied coldly: "Repeated, repeated compromises, Tiamas, do you treat me as a complete idiot?"
"Or are you willing to give up? I know these bones can't stop you, but what about your subordinates?" The Undead Knight asked, "Of course, it's all acceptable to me. This is the difference between you and me." Place."
Grudin smiled sullenly, knowing that he was actually running Brando. But he likes this idea, especially the day before, he used the same method to force Brando to compromise. Seeing his opponent walk into the same trap twice, it made him feel a gloomy and evil taste in his heart.
Brando sighed.
"Tiamas, in my hometown, there is an old saying," his hand loosened the hilt slightly: "A person cannot step into the same river twice in a lifetime."
Bai was taken aback. But he immediately saw Brando's right hand flashed, and the sword had crossed a straight line and pierced Grudin. The undead knight reacted between the electric light and flint, slightly raised the giant sickle in his hand, and when there was a sound, the long sword took a silver light and flew over the baron's right arm, and nailed it not far behind with a sound. On the oil painting.
But even if it freezes, the hilt is still trembling.
Bai glanced back.
And Grudin had already covered the wound on his right arm, his face was pale, and he looked at Brando with a hateful look. This was the second time. He didn't know what kind of hatred this young man had with him, and he had to leave a lesson for himself every time.
Bai turned his head and sighed: "Why, Mr. Brando, hatred is not insoluble in the first place. However, I am more interested in what your previous sentence meant?"
"That sentence has many explanations," Brando replied faintly, "but one of my favorites is one of them-that is, one cannot make the same mistake over and over again in one's life. Because of this. It’s too test a person’s lower limit of IQ."
"You said that," Bai looked at him: "You want to fight me?"
"Exactly."
The palm of the undead knight's hand was slightly tightened, and the metal glove had already gripped the giant sickle in his hand. He stared at Brando and said, "Then try it, I'll wait and see if you can get around me in a shorter period of time—"
The spiritual armor made of soul fire expanded in an instant, forming a silver wall that was close to condensed matter.
But Brando looked at him and just shook his head.
"Tiamas, what did you do wrong."
Bai froze for a moment: "What do you mean?"
"In fact, I have bypassed you."
The young man said calmly, his gaze went over the shoulder of the black knight and kept falling on the long sword inserted in the oil painting. And the long sword that was trembling voluntarily, the tip of the sword was firmly nailing a card that no one could see except him.
A card with a unicorn horsewoman drawn—
"The elf banner is flying high, the heart is shining, the sword is shining—"
"Come out, Medissa."
A sad scream—
Bai turned his head and stared in amazement as a silver knight's pike had penetrated Grudin's chest, but Lord Baron still had an unbelievable look on his face. He exhausted his entire body and turned his head back, but the spear was only gently retracted, and a bloody arrow shot out. Baron Grudin fell to the ground like a puddle of rotten flesh, and the undead knight turned his head bitterly:
"Medissa, how could it be-didn't I have hurt her seriously!" He roared lowly.
Brando looked at him with a condescending, teasing gaze: "Do you remember that I am a summoner?" Charles couldn't help but shiver after hearing these words, wondering what kind of call you are. division.
But Bai frowned: "It's impossible, and the summoner can't cross my psychic wall to call at a fixed point."
Brando smiled.
"So, I am the more special one."
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