How can this be!
The Golden Swordsman of the Denel family almost didn't stare out his eyes. The swordman Brando used his horsepower just now was the perfect sword that exhausted his whole body's power. It was a sword like a normal person. If it is not cut, it will be in a state where the old power has been exhausted and the new power has not been generated. It is commonly known as stiff-but Brando almost cuts with one sword, and almost no action of closing the sword is another attack with a sword.
And how perfect this sword looks, it's a sword that has exhausted all his strength, and it is almost the same as the previous one.
This simply subverts the principles of mechanics.
It's like a sword cut by two people one after another--
The Golden Swordsman of the Denel family can no longer understand it, and he does not need to understand it. If he does not raise the sword to block, he must say goodbye to the world. But he can completely imagine that if he goes to block this sword, he will definitely be drawn to the ground by the other party.
Because he hasn't even had time to find his balance now.
But at this time, he couldn't take care of so much. The golden swordsman of the Denel family wanted to cry without tears, and he didn't know what was going on, he could only raise his sword. Then, with a loud bang, Brando flew out with the sword and the man, and it shot to the ground like a dead fly.
This one, one and two swords were completed almost instantaneously. To others, Brando seemed to have transformed into two figures and directly shot the swordsman on the ground like an educating child. It was at this time. , His companion was able to arrive.
In fact, the second swordsman who just caught up at this time was also a bit crazy.
In normal times, this gap of a few tenths of a second before and after will have no effect at all. But this time, the second swordsman had just arrived, and found that Brando’s third sword had been stabbed to his colleague who had fallen to the ground-it was almost like the second sword hadn’t been recovered yet. The sword is already on the road—not to mention how awkward it feels. If possible, the family swordsman who made Dnell wanted to grab the ground with his head and howled: This is a plug-in!
But he doesn't have time to do this kind of extra action now, because he finds that if he doesn't make any more moves, then his companion is really going to die. But it was obviously also a gold level strength, and even if there was no room to fight back between the three moves, he would leave the game directly. This is really a bit unacceptable.
He immediately took out the sword.
In theory, Brando made three consecutive swords and almost gave up all defenses to attack his companions. He shot at this time, not to mention seizing the opportunity to seize the opponent's loopholes, at least achieving the goal of encircling Wei and saving Zhao is no problem.
But at this time, what made this family swordsman of Denel vomit blood was that he clearly saw that Brando didn't care that he had pierced the sword into the heart of the swordsman who fell on the ground with an incredible look— The expression on that guy's face seemed to say, do you hate me that much? Your own life is gone? —But at the same time, he saw Brando slash at himself with a sword.
Perfect, a sword that exhausts the power of the whole body.
"It's impossible!" A family swordsman who made Denell almost shook his sword without shaking his hand directly, and screamed.
But whether it was impossible or not, Brando's sword hit his blade precisely. Then what happened later was a copy of the previous one, six swords one after another, two dignified swordsmen of the golden rank were simply stabbed to death by Brando on the battlefield within a few seconds.
In fact, it may not seem so easy for ordinary people to kill a dog.
For a while, the entire left-wing battlefield was silent.
Brando withdrew the long sword from the corpse of the second swordsman, wiped it on the opponent's clothes, and then raised his head to look around. As far as he could see, the noble soldiers of the Georgians were so frightened that they retreated like a tide. This retreat seemed to spread with a kind of contagious fear, and soon turned into a message of collapse. .
Brando moved forward. Thousands of soldiers screamed like they saw a ghost. The people in front finally couldn't bear it. They threw down a weapon, turned around and ran. At first, it was just a small part in front of Brando. People, but this disintegrated the last confidence of the Georgians, and the soldiers began to collapse in large numbers.
Disintegration centered on one person.
On the battlefield in Shanghai, the guards of Sir Gruszian and his knights are standing by.
Brando still faces each other far away, but the distance is no more than 100 meters. But the two sides seemed to have no intention of fighting again. Brando stood surrounded by the wolves, and he saw the human knight in front of him make a way out.
Behind that was Sir Gros, who was in uniform on his horse.
In fact, Gruss understood that he had lost, but he did not admit defeat.
The knight who once left his comrades on the battlefield of Condénar and fled, now sits on a horse and holds a long sword. He orders everyone to stay, but he wants to fight Brando alone.
He held a long sword in his right hand, sat on the horseback, and stretched out his left hand to Brandoping.
Brando looked at him, knowing what the other party meant: This is a challenge.
He nodded.
Then Sir Grusz raised his sword and shouted: "Eruin, your sword will always shine!"
The wolves also separated.
Brando drove forward, his speed was not fast.
Grus rushed from the mountain to the mountain, Brando slowly ran from the mountain to the mountain, and the two passed by. Brando directly handed the long sword in his right hand to his left hand, and grabbed a Grussian long sword with Bahamut's claws. Without any fancy, he pierced the opponent's chest with a sword in his left hand.
With a bang, the huge thrust knocked Grus off the horse. The veteran who had experienced the November War just rolled around for a few times, lying on the ground with a sullen face, exhausted his last strength and looked up at the young man on horseback.
"The glory you brought back, cough cough..." said the urn sound under the mask, "I accept it."
Brando looked down at this guy and said, "Actually, I'm here to tell you that they didn't blame you. That war was not your fault."
Sir Grusz froze: "How... Maybe, ahem, you didn't lie to me?"
"You should know the oak tree in Dekota's hometown. He entrusted me to let you take care of it. It was planted by his father when he was a child." Brando replied in a low voice.
"It's really him...uuuuu..." The knight actually cried like a child: "I'm sorry to them..."
Brando did not speak.
The November War itself was a mistake-he knew that the story about Grus was derived from a mission in the game. Sir Gruss is full of regret for his mistakes. In ten years, he will release this mission to all players he recognizes—a famous mission that no one knows and no one knows among the players in the South. The name of the mission is "Atonement". Brando actually admires the old knight in his heart, because a person is at least willing to repent for his actions, but in fact he did not commit a crime on the battlefield of Condénar. What a big mistake.
He was just to execute orders.
Sir Grusz lost his voice in crying, Brando sighed, the blood of the Eruin was flowing on the battlefield. He had to use this behavior to end the war in the kingdom. Perhaps only through the baptism of blood and fire can this country be reborn.
He raised his head and looked at the only remaining Grudin knights on the battlefield.
"Leave," he said, "this is no longer your battlefield."
But the knights shook their heads.
"We don't know what you know, sir, but you brought back glory to our lord. This is a noble act, thank you," a leading knight replied, "but this is where we died in battle."
The sound of drawing a sword.
Brando shook his head, he turned his head, and the black wolf swarmed up.
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The mountain people fled out of fear, Sir Grusz died, and the Georgian coalition fell apart. The Grizzly Lord always hesitated and refused to step forward. Madara hasn't moved yet, but it doesn't matter that the dead are inherently untrustworthy.
The situation on the battlefield seemed to be reversed in an instant. Obviously such a solid advantage, of course there will be no existence in a moment. There was a breath of loneliness in the mountains and forests.
Pallas on the front line suddenly felt a deep exhaustion. He looked around, and the knights around him still had the hope of winning. But the corpses of the soldiers on the battlefield lay on each other, broken spears and broken armor everywhere, and the broken flags were dyed with the color of the setting sun like blood.
It has actually failed.
But he could return to Pallas, and these rebels couldn't keep him. As long as he is still there, he can reorganize the coalition forces. Although Madara is at both ends, it is still a help that can be counted on.
only…
Victory was so close, as if it were at your fingertips, and it was already in sight, but why did it vanish in a blink of an eye, or was it an unrealistic expectation in the first place? Eruin, what is going on
Everything that is familiar is gone, leaving only the taste of the past memories. The older knights took the young knights on the expedition, and told the young men Eruin’s belief before going on the expedition. This belief has been passed down from generation to generation. Pallas was also young, and he still remembers the ballads of the knights.
But those ballads are no longer sung—
Chen Yu's kingdom is like a dilapidated wall, blocking all the light. The old knight seemed to see the new light piercing the dark wall, piercing one after another. He wanted to see the hope behind that wall, but before that, he was destined to be crushed under the wall that collapsed.
After the news from both sides of the battlefield came, he lost his binding force on the army. Most of the soldiers from the foreign territories fled, and the lords and lords retreated to the back of the battlefield with their armies. Pallas didn't want to mock these cowards, because it didn't make any sense.
He carried on with the three thousand people belonging to Pallas's territory, the old knight's mask was stained with the blood of the setting sun, and now he was about to draw the final end of this war.
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