Brando's thoughts turned sharply. In fact, he had a lot of things to prove his identity, but the only convincing thing was the brooch that the white crow swordsmanship and the princess gave him.
White Crow Swordsmanship is the secret swordsmanship of Eruin's court. Anyone who knows the goods will suspect that he is related to the Royal Family of Eruin. It doesn't matter.
And that brooch is the emblem of the Knights of the Royal Family of Eluin, even if the Cruz people have a way to get it, they will never use it to disguise. This kind of shame and shame, even if it is as weak as Eruin today, will never bear it. As the saying goes, rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry. Although Cruz is not afraid of Eruin’s strength, he will never want to get involved for no reason. In a war.
It can be said that the high-ranking nobles of the Cruz people disdain to pretend to be an Eruin, and if other Cruz people choose to do this, they may have to consider the consequences of doing so.
Although the Cruz people protect their shortcomings, they will not be involved in a war casually because of a person who has no identity.
Therefore, whether it is the white crow swordsmanship or the coat of arms of the royal knights, it is the most favorable evidence to prove that he is the most beneficial to the Eruin, but it is still a matter of which one of the two should be chosen. Brando hesitated for a while and decided to use the white crow. Swordsmanship to prove yourself.
After all, the brooch is a secret agreement between the Princess Regent and him. Brando can guess from the past history and the letter from the princess. The nobles who support the Corcovado royal family are not all of one mind, although there are Loyal courtiers like Overwell and Sir Berging can also benefit the vacillating centrists like Woods and Macaro, not to mention the people under Duke Lantonilan, who have their own little abacus.
It is conceivable that not everyone of these people hoped that the princess would contact him, and even more so that they might try to stop him. Although Brando didn’t know that he had already estimated the situation, he also had a bottom in his heart—he could imagine that the princess overcame the pressure and gave him this brooch in private, in fact it was conveyed to him. His kind of trust.
This kind of trivial support has no practical help, but it gives Brando a feeling of being trusted and trusted by the historical regent princess. As a modern person, Brando cannot produce that kind of It's like the knight swearing allegiance to the king with desperate feelings, but at least there is a faint sense of satisfaction in his heart.
Brando didn't know what this feeling was.
But he knew that if he used this trust casually, he might put the princess, who was thousands of miles away, into a disadvantaged situation.
Although this can be said to have nothing to do with him, Brando subconsciously chose to avoid this choice.
"Mr. Mephistopheles." Brando took a breath, put away the previously inexplicable sense of error that was inexplicably identified by the other party, and got serious: "I think you made a mistake."
"Oh, do you know me?" Gray Sword Saint snorted softly, and he looked at Brando coldly: "But it's useless to say more, where is Veronica?"
Brando was startled. This guy came to trouble Veronica. He probably didn't know where he heard the news that Veronica had left Cruz alone, so he just caught up with him all the way.
Brando was secretly surprised. Mephistopheles didn’t catch up with Veronica until here. He didn’t know how much work had been done along the way. You must know that there are no less than ten sea and land routes from Cruz to Eruin and enter the Black Forest. After that, there is no trace. How much hatred does this guy have to do this step
But what makes him a little speechless is, where is he going to find that Veronica? Having said that, he lost the Duke's daughter and a genius alchemist, the darling of the Cruz people, as well as an imperial viscount.
It's just too late to hide, but still looking for it. Isn't this looking for death
It’s not surprising that Brando’s stunnedness fell in the eyes of Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles. Although he hates the Cruz people, he knows that most Cruz people, especially the nobles, are extremely arrogant and hard-spirited, and are rarely threatened. And flinched.
When he fought against the army alone in Cruz, most of the alternate non-commissioned officers who died in his hands were young people, knowing that they were invincible, and no one fell with their backs to him.
That battle left a very deep impression on Mephistopheles.
Therefore, when he saw Brando today, he didn’t intend to let him take the initiative to speak. The Grey Sword Saint snorted coldly, “Don’t say so, then go with me, I believe Veroni Card will not let the future genius of your empire ignore it."
Although he hadn't seen Brando's swordsmanship, the command level that this young man showed when he fought the Winter Wolf at that moment was enough to be called a genius.
"Wait!" Brando saw that the Grey Sword Saint even raised the great sword without saying a word, and the gray cloak was also lifted up. An invisible wind hit his face to attack directly. He couldn't bear it. His scalp exploded, his eyes shrank and he slid back like a ghost.
Mephistopheles raised the sword originally intended to seal Brando’s retreat, and then used his ability to capture Brando among these people. Naturally, he was able to capture Brando, but he did not expect Brando to retreat so fast. It was as if guessing what he was going to do.
And at this time, Brando also sipped in secret. When the opponent shot his'deep analysis' skills, there was no response. In the game, this can only show one thing, that is, the opponent's sword skill level is too high. It has exceeded the limit that can be predicted by the current'in-depth analysis' skill level.
But you must know that'in-depth analysis' can more or less play a role when fighting Veronica. Although the female swordmaster of Cruz did not exert her full strength, the superiority of the two can be seen.
In fact, Brando himself knows very well that in terms of absolute power, the Grey Sword Saint may be a little less than the Blue Sword Saint Veronica, but Veronica is not necessarily the Grey Sword Saint’s when it comes to fighting hands. opponent.
Veronica's swordsmanship has reached its peak, and can be regarded as a top-notch level among the sword masters. But the Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles has long been an inhuman existence in the player's mind. If he insists on giving him a title, it should be the Sword God.
Brando was able to avoid this sword purely because he had studied the attacking habits of the sword master more than once in order to complete the task of the black iron body in the past. In addition, he expected that since the opponent was about to capture him, he would not defend himself. With experience and cleverness, he could avoid the opponent before he could take a shot.
Otherwise, as long as Mephistopheles is determined to cut it down with a sword, not to mention swordsmanship, it is his level of sword energy that will divide Brando into two.
But even so, Brando was just a retreat. After this retreat, he could no longer escape the second sword of the Grey Sword Saint.
It's like he knows exactly what the other party will do next, but his own ability is limited, and the gap between the two parties is too big. Even if he knew how the opponent would make a sword, he could only watch his defeat.
He stepped back and looked up and saw that Mephistopheles didn’t change his face, but he was taken aback and immediately swiped his sword in the direction of his right hand—with a bang, a white moon-shaped sword air came out, but it was weird. What's more, after the sword energy drew a perfect arc against the ground, it swiped around Brando behind him as if it had grown eyes.
Secret Sword·Dragon Strike—In past games, I don’t know how many players hate this sword. Of course, Brando is no exception. This sword-qi turning technique hasn’t been mastered even at the end of his warrior level to one hundred and thirtieth level. Let alone master, I’ve never even heard that there are other than the 20-style secret sword created by the Grey Sword Saint. Who knows this technique.
Brando saw that the Grey Sword Saint came up and zoomed in on his moves, but he couldn’t help it. Naturally, he couldn’t hit it like this. At least Brando felt that he hadn't gotten tired of life and wanted to be brave and righteous. He could only stop for a while. Stop, the result is already doomed.
Mephistopheles seemed to have anticipated Brando's choice. He took the giant sword, and then a stab brought the sword to Brando.
With this stabbing, Brando's second word "wait" was pressed back into his stomach, and the young lord felt an inevitable suffocation in the face of this sharp blow.
This is also true in Grey Sword Saint’s plan. In his opinion, Brando can only greet each other with a sword, and fighting the sword is the most undesirable thing in the battle with weak and strong. Suppress, then the next sword is the key to victory.
Brando certainly realized this, but he had no choice, but his heart turned sharply trying to find a way to resolve the worst situation.
At this moment, a very familiar voice in his heart suddenly sighed, "Huh?"
It was the voice of the female knight, and the aura of the Grey Sword Saint made her feel threatened from her sleep, so she woke up early. After this woke up, she immediately found that Brando was in a very dangerous situation.
"I haven't seen swordsmanship, but this guy is very strong," Otales stretched lazily,'watching' Mephistopheles stabbed with a sword-because the speed of mind interaction is as fast as the light , She can calmly ask: "Little guy, how can you get into trouble there?"
Brando has a hard time saying, is it his trouble? This is obviously the trouble of automatically finding the door, and this Grey Sword Saint is not only a natural stupid, but also a tendon, and even started to attack without even having room to speak to him.
This Nima still has no law of heaven.
But at this time, he was not in the mood to pay attention to the ridicule of the elder sister. The huge sword that came straight was almost about to stab him in the chest. Brando had no choice but to use the sword of the earth in his hand. Go to parry.