The lord of the black wolf ran in front, his hair was pitch-black and hard as steel thorns, and his eyes burned like a ball of green fire, like a demon born in hell; when he was running, he fell on all fours, and his sharp minions shone in cold light. It ran wildly on the dry leaves in the forest, and the soldiers could not keep up with its speed. They could only watch it from another mountain to the valley, and then from the valley to the opposite woods. All the feather arrows fell behind it. Watching it approach.
The herald tremblingly gave the order to level the spear, but the noble soldiers of Georgia retreated in waves, and there seemed to be several visible ripples on the ground. Sir Grusz and his knights were supposed to fight with swords in their hands, but the disaster of wolves was the nightmare of Tonigel and the people in the woods for generations. The dark shadows in the forest flee, which is the doomsday that swallows everything in the myth. Omen—the knights were also pale.
"How come you met this ghost!" Gross cursed.
The Georgians are still stable, and the mountain people are even more afraid of wolves. Several clans in the back team have secretly separated, and the clans in front have also been in chaos. This is what I heard from childhood, and it is rooted in my heart. Once the fear spreads, it is like a disaster from the sky, no matter how brave the warrior is, he will have to break his nerves and lose his armor.
The black wolves watched to the front of the formation, less than a hundred steps, and the archer's projection had no effect on them at all. Sir Grusz has golden strength and excellent eyesight. At a glance, he can see the soft shooting that even the black wolf's hair can't penetrate. The army behind him is moving forward. Lord Grizzly is always treacherous and vacillating. He can't rely on him. He can only order his soldiers to come forward. People can't run away from black wolves and horses. Sir Grusz has lived in the South for 30 years. It's very clear.
The cold in the forest is pressing, but what is even colder is the chill in my heart. There are only a few hundred black wolves, they look like horses, and they are too fast, as if they are endless. The sweat in the palm of the hand condenses on the hilt, as if the breath is condensed.
But a young knight ran out of the forest first.
Brando raised his head.
Grouch thought it was his scout at first, but then found out that it was not. The young man raised his head and looked at him. The two faced each other, but he felt completely seen through.
"Who are you?" Grouch had a bad premonition.
"Sir Grus, when you are dreaming now, do you still remember that decisive turning back on the battlefield of Condénar, you lost your honor on the battlefield, and now I bring it back to you."
Brando yelled as soon as he opened his mouth, his face pale, as if he had fallen into the deepest nightmare. Sir Grusz shivered and pointed at Brando: "You... You..." He left his comrades on the battlefield and escaped twenty years ago. He thought no one knew it, but now a young man pierced it.
Brando kept silent, he actually didn't mean to mock the other party, as he said, he just brought back the lost honor for the other party.
The black wolves behind him have poured out like a tide. Horses and wolves are opposite creatures, but Brando can stand still in the wolf tide while riding a horse. The weird scene makes people even more frightened. Then the black wolf collided with the noble soldiers of Grussia.
It was as if the black paint blended into the gray-green front.
At that moment, the time slowed down, and the flat spears pierced the black wolf the size of a horse, but the metal tip of the spear couldn't penetrate the black wolf's hard hair, let alone the rocky deck below. The spears were bent one after another, cracking along the texture, crackling, and the broken sawdust caused a cloud of smoke to rise from the front line of the position.
Most of the noble soldiers in Georgia are still in the white position. The lower-ranking non-commissioned officers in the infantry often have the strength of the black iron rank. How can they be the opponent of the black wolf in the silver middle position; the first line of defense composed of thousands of infantry is almost It was pierced in an instant and turned into a sieve full of holes.
The human soldiers began to retreat again and again, a mixture of crying and screaming.
Sir Grusz seemed to have only reacted from his nightmare at this time, and he immediately ordered his knight to stabilize the second line of defense. The knights all have the power of silver, and they took over the command as soon as they entered the position, trying to stabilize the military with the assistance of ordinary soldiers.
But the position of the Gruss has begun to habitually collapse towards the center, and the wolves tore a huge hole, the center of which is pointing to Sir Grus at the top of the mountain. It's just as if because of what Brando said before, the knight who made Denel never retreated, holding a long sword silently watching the battle situation develop below.
The knights seemed to have been instructed to enter the two wings. The two wings that were the least attacked by the black wolves quickly stabilized. The Georgians gradually discovered that the number of black wolves was actually not many. After a commotion, the soldiers began to try to copy from the back bread. .
Did you give up the main team
What a bold decision.
Brando raised his head among the wolves, and he and Sir Grusz looked far away, no more than a thousand meters apart. This distance is not too close to Warend's battlefield, and it can be said to test the courage and wisdom of the commanders on both sides.
The Lord Sir stood there motionless, looking at him, actually wanting to bet on himself, wanting to surround him and the pack of wolves.
Such courage did not surprise Brando, because he had expected it.
In such a moment, the wolves were completely surrounded. Two hundred black wolves, and more than a hundred black iron mid-level shadow rock beasts, faced human soldiers dozens of times. It is impossible to retreat. The comparison between the two sides is who gets the victory first.
Brando raised the sword of the earth.
The wolves automatically separated a way for him, and the seated Pegasus seemed to feel the master's urging and began to accelerate. His mount is not an ordinary flying horse, but a gift from the tree elves—this flying horse is the spirit of nature flowing with silver blood, the descendant of Saint Mark’s Carlanal, is the seed of silver, and The unicorn is a level of fantasy creature. It is stronger and faster than ordinary flying horses, and it also has the ability to manipulate plants and wind-Brando now rides on the wings of the wind and walks against the wind.
Like a stretched white line, there were no wolves in front of him, but a pale human soldier holding a spear. The long sword in Brando's hand drew an arc, as if seven long swords appeared at the same time, Dangdangdang several times, more than a dozen spears were picked up by him at the same time.
Brando stretched his left hand forward and shouted: "The wind, give me authority."
This is the two-ring wind spell of the elementary, beam current.
The bursting airflow spurted out like a hurricane behind Brando. He moved forward, and the wind wall also moved forward. The soldiers in front of him were pushed to form a hemispherical human wall. The human wall was scattered in mid-air. Open, these hapless guys fell far into the crowd.
The black wolf lord with its back towering like a behemoth walks side by side with its owner. It is born with the strength of the peak of silver. After the rock is formed, the shoulder armor, forehead and spine are formed with a belt-shaped rock deck, which greatly improves its strength and defense. At this moment, it is approaching the golden elementary level, and ordinary soldiers can't get close to it. With a wolf howl, it can scare a group of people to the weakness of their legs.
One person and one wolf instantly opened up an unmanned belt nearly fifty meters long among the crowd. Behind them, the black wolves followed up immediately, widening the passage.
But the two knights slashed out, one on the left and the other trying to block Brando's way. The sword of the earth in Brando's hand was leveled, a sword light, the armor leveled, and the man and the horse, the upper bodies of the two knights and the heads of the horses flew high.
Spike the silver rank.
All the Georgian aristocratic soldiers who were coming up were terrified at this moment, and all stopped. The golden field, this is no longer a battle that mortals like them can step in.
Brando rode his horse forward again, and the enemy soldiers stepped back to open a way for him. Such a spectacle is like a greet on the battlefield. Sir Grusz also changed his complexion, such a young gold rank, this is definitely a genius who can be counted by the Eru factor.
And this is not the first level of gold. Seeing the shining elements on Brando's sword, Grusz felt that the hope in his heart had become freezing point.
"What the hell is going on, these rebels..."
But when Brando saw that Grusz still had no intention of moving, he knew it in his heart. He looked around, and two consecutive gold-level fluctuations erupted in the crowd. "Sure enough, there are more than two golden-levels." Faces are either cultivated secretly or hired, and the wealth of the noble family is certainly rich.
Brando didn't mean to be nervous at all, he still moved forward, raising his sword and slashing at the first Golden Swordsman who rushed towards him. This sword didn't even retain the power of the sprint of a man and a horse. A sword smashed straight, like a meteor galloping forward.
That made the Golden Swordsman of the Denell family almost collapsed. He had never seen such a crazy one. He knew that he was one-to-two and completely gave up defense. This sword is clearly "I'm desperately Give you a knife'-there is no technical content, but it is enough to scare people crazy.
But of course he didn't want to die with Brando, but the sword came too fast, it was too late to dodge, so he could only raise the sword to parry. He was already extremely depressed. He was the first to attack, but he was back pressured by the opponent's lunatic style of play. He can only count on his companions to seize Brando's desperate opportunity now. The two of them have been cooperating for many years, and they must not have missed such an obvious opportunity.
But what happened next made him a little unexpected. I saw Brando slashing with a sword on his blade, and the huge force almost didn’t break his hand. This guy backed back again and again while gritting his teeth and cursing while trying to find balance, but he As soon as he raised his head, he found that Brando didn't seem to need to re-find his center of gravity, which was already perfect with a sword.
This shock is really out of the sky.
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