The brass alarm bell of Pine Castle hung high above the towering spire, and when it was rang, the bell sounded throughout most of the city. The bell sounded like an invisible ripple, it spread out, and the streets and lanes that had fallen into midnight sleep seemed to be infused with a certain vitality wherever they passed, waking up one by one.
People took to the streets one after another, unsure, asking each other what happened.
Luc Besson was waiting for news in the eastern barracks of Ridenburg, but a clear alarm came from outside the stone hole window. He turned his head and looked at the dimly lit inner city, his complexion changed. Before the messenger from outside opened the door and came in to report, the head of the swordsman regiment opened the door and shouted outside:
"Didn't you hear? Get out! Get out! Let the second and third squadrons outside follow me to Yusongbao immediately, that idiot Seber!"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Head, over there the city gate?" someone stood up and asked.
"Are you an idiot? Anyone besides that highland knight can attack Songbao, the idiot of Seber, he has to hide the news and let him taste the bitterness," he finished cursing and let go of his tone. Slowly said: "If something goes wrong with that person in the castle, just wait to face His Majesty’s dragon's anger. Maybe some people want him to die, but I don’t want to carry this scapegoat—as for the others, give me a good watch. Just live the target!"
Everyone was startled, and then they acted separately.
Luc Besson breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought that the opponent was a Highlander and his mage would follow him, he couldn't help feeling a little tricky. The Highland Knights have always formed their own system in history. Even in the strongest period of the Corcovado dynasty, the royal family couldn't help these short guards, let alone him
He couldn't help but secretly greeted the female relatives of Sebel, Lord Jin Guo.
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Freya followed the girl along a long, deep alley. She was taken aback when she heard the bell, turned her head subconsciously, and raised her head to see a worried look on her face.
"What's the matter?" the girl named Su asked.
"Sorry, it's nothing."
"It's going to fight," Su said suddenly.
Freya was taken aback, turned her head and looked at her suspiciously.
"The nobles have issued a prohibition order, only when they are in war. Although everyone does not say, but it is clear in their hearts. It has been like this every time before." Su said quietly in front.
"You mean they know they will fight?"
"Who are they, noble lords? Of course they know that they have their own channels to collect news. Generally speaking, they already know when the news starts to circulate in the bars in the city."
Freya did not answer, but clenched her fists. She lowered her head, only a trace of calm anger flashed in her bright eyes.
"But why is there no reaction in the city?"
"We can't see the reaction, but the nobles will definitely be prepared. Ridenburg is so strong, the people in the city don't have to worry too much, but today the prices of bread and wheat have risen by 10%. These are usually notices. Unexpected change."
"What should I do if Ridenberg is captured?"
"how come."
Freya couldn't help but think of Brando's eloquent attitude, she shook her head and threw the idea into her mind. "But I have a friend who said Ridenberg will be breached."
"Then he must be a liar." Su replied calmly in front of him.
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After Charles sounded the alarm bell, he came to the top of the barracks. He glanced at the moat from the edge of the retaining wall. The streets were crowded with people and horses, and it seemed that the private soldiers of the nobles should have arrived first.
But this was not something he wanted to worry about. He retracted his gaze and ran to the other side, about the distance from one end of the castle to the other, then found a feasible route and lit the witch candle in his hand. He recalled the usage Brando had taught him, and said silently: "Et'ham—"
The first byte is to activate part of the mana that connects to the dark abyss, and the twin goddess Elaine is in charge of this part of the mana. If the witches hadn't used spiritism, they would normally use this part of the mana as a medium—then Charles raised the candle in his hand and let the candlelight reach almost fifteen feet away.
He chose a tree, and the whole person seemed to have entered the passage of light in an instant and was pulled forward. When he recovered from the trance, he realized that he was already above the tree canopy.
"It's really amazing, worthy of being the witch of Brunozon." Charles looked around, and this time he chose another tree on the opposite side.
After repeating this seven or eight times, the candle in Charles's hand burned to only a short section, but he was already enough to reach the stone hole window on the other side. He raised the candle and placed it on the window, and then followed a stream of light into the aisle inside. When he recovered next time, he was already in darkness.
He shook his head to put aside the dizziness caused by the teleportation, and the sound of fighting from before could be faintly heard.
It seems to be a little late, but it doesn't matter, Lord Lord will reserve some time anyway. Charles was so self-comforting, but he didn't know that Brando already wanted to poke a sword on him at this time.
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Time to go back a few minutes ago—
When Brando pushed open the heavy oak door, he did not see the Lord Earl hiding in the corner shivering as expected. On the contrary, the light in the room is good, and the number of suet candles is enough to make the brightness neither too dazzling nor too dim; while the latter sits on the sofa neatly, and the black fleece dress on his body is neat and even the smallest wrinkle No, he raised his head to look at Brando, and the elven sword-the thorn of light was placed on the short table in front of him.
Brando couldn't help being stunned when he saw this scene. He didn't expect that the important minister by his Majesty's side was a little bit bold. Of course, this also made him vigilant. The other party was confident, indicating that there must be something to rely on.
"I didn't expect it to be you, young man, I thought it was the assassins sent by the rubbish from Gebsburg again. But of course, you could also be a killer hired heavily by those guys, but can you tell me the answer?" Seeing him, she was slightly surprised, but she still asked with a face as usual.
Gebsburg? Isn't this guy a kingly party? Brando was puzzled, but he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not, but if you cooperate well, my lord, I am not really interested in killing you."
"Really, you are not interested in killing me? That's really to be thankful, but unfortunately-I am very interested in killing you." As the middle-aged man said, a crossbow suddenly appeared in his hand; Bran When I saw a faint blue light on the edge of the crossbow bolt, I realized that it was poisonous.
But he had guarded his hand long ago. He was very clear about the nobleman's tricks. As soon as the other party moved his hand, he swung his sword to fend off the arrow with a'ding'. Just before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly a gust of wind came from behind. Brando's experience of being born and dying in countless battles made him subconsciously return his sword to stand behind him—
With a loud noise, Brando almost flew out and hit the cabinet on one side. After a crackling noise, he gritted his teeth and got up from a piece of wood.
The black iron high-ranking swordsman even sneaked an attack. Does this damn have the law of the heavenly king
Brando couldn't help being frightened for a while, thinking that fortunately, Lao Tzu's previous opponent was the player, otherwise this sneak attack wouldn't stop cooking immediately? Of course, he remembered those old opponents in the game—the players didn’t and don’t need the so-called master dignity. They are simply synonymous with shame and shame. Some people even do it for the sake of insignificance. That's why the real gangsters know martial arts, and no one can stop them. live.
Therefore Brando has long been used to it, and it has become an instinct for him to guard against sneak attacks. In other words, has anyone seen a player who doesn't like sneak attacks? However, even so, the Black Iron High-ranking Swordsman still makes him feel tricky, but he is a powerhouse with at least 15 energy levels, and even if he turns on the power burst, he does not necessarily have the slightest upper hand.
The middle-aged man and his companion on the other side were also taken aback. They originally thought that this must-have hit had actually failed. Although Brando seemed to be embarrassed, in fact, everyone knew to each other that the damage was nothing to the Black Iron Swordsman.
The middle-aged man frowned, but he immediately sneered: "I don't see that this worm-like civilian has two more children, but this won't change the outcome."
He picked up the elf sword on the dwarf and stood up, and smiled coldly: "You also see the strength of my guard, you are not his opponent. But also, how can a small character like you deserve to have such a treasure? , I might as well give you a suggestion, or you can chop off your dirty hands that have touched this sword, and I will let you make a living. Of course, I have to decide on your two companions, and I want them to be my slave girls. I promise to be a little better for them, at least let them live a dog-like life, haha—"
He said, laughing wildly on his face.
Brando couldn't help taking a breath after listening, and his face sank, although he knew that the other party was deliberately irritating him. But he still couldn't help the anger rising in his heart. When he came into this world, he first came into contact with Roman and Freya, as well as everyone in the militia team. These people have a precious sense of reality for him relative to this world. .
Just like the grandfather he had met in a dream, it became his greatest spiritual support in the world. For this reason, how can he tolerate this guy's slurs here.
His fingers holding the long sword were slightly white.
The middle-aged man was secretly observing Brando's face, but he made a gesture with his companion behind his hand. The two people in the room were a little bit surprised. Generally speaking, experienced swordsmen seldom lose their minds because of foreign objects-but he didn't expect that he would hit the opponent's Niqin with a casual try.
"Ulysses, push him!" the middle-aged man ordered with gestures.
The tall swordsman immediately approached Brando. His swordsmanship was exquisite, and there were hardly any flaws that could be grasped in the attacking route. And Brando had only the middle-aged man in his eyes at this moment. He leaned forward, and the posture he posed was the most radical offensive posture in military swordsmanship.
When Ulysses saw this, he couldn't help but smile secretly. The hairy boy is the hairy boy, dare to be so impetuous when he is stronger than his opponent.
He couldn't help holding the sword in his hand tightly, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow. He almost saw Brando revealing the empty space on his flanks.
"Ulysses!" The middle-aged man suddenly yelled, and Ulysses subconsciously thought it was a signal for him to attack. Yes, at this moment, he has seized a gap that Brando could not defend.
His sword was too late to take back—
But only half of the grin on the tall man's face was revealed, and the silver-gray ring on Brando's right index finger caught his eye—
"Oss!"
There was a loud noise, and there was no chance of retreat. The sharp thorns formed by the air currents pushed forward. The tall swordsman hit by the frontal face, chest and lower abdomen showed a strange depression, and then his whole body was rushed to the ceiling by the huge wind-with a crash, There was a big upward hole in the ceiling. The light dimmed for an instant, sand and stone chips rushed down, accompanied by some viscous liquid and limb fragments...
On the other side, the middle-aged man hardly reacted from this incident, and a cold sword was placed on his neck from one side.
"Go ahead, how do you want to die?" Brando slowly walked out of the smoke and asked coldly.