With a crisp sound, the arch window glass shattered like butterflies. The cultists rushed in. Some of them were dressed in monks' robes, and some were dressed in the costumes of aristocratic guards. They all had iron-cold expressions, and the swords in their hands flickered with cold light. Two hundred years ago, in the era of glory, Eruin’s nobles were all born to death with their ancestor Eke. They were all adept at bowing horses. However, most of the kingdom’s nobles nowadays are drunk and dream of death. Facing such murderers, They were more like a wall falling backwards one after another, screaming and roaring in terror.
Among the crowd, only the princess and her group stood still, like a rock in the low tide; the nobles still remember the majesty of the royal family. The situation, but because of this, they are particularly eye-catching in the hall. The cultist tiger entered the flock of sheep and used a knife to cut a bloody path in the crowd, as if it was not human limbs, but thorn branches that were chopped off. For a time, blood flowed into a river, and the scream of fear finally turned into a mournful wailing.
The half-elf girl looked like iron. In any case, those who were present were once the courtiers of her father and king, but now they are reduced to the dead souls of the madman. On the one hand, she was angry at the inaction of the temple, and on the other hand, she gently held the wolf on the side. Sir's hand, "Overwell Ching."
"Your Royal Highness." The palace mage raised her snow-white eyebrows, and she called out one step ahead of her: "The old minister knows what order you want to give, but he also asks you to take it back and take shelter quickly to a safe place. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. It is the area under the jurisdiction of the temple, and the chief priest will naturally give us an explanation.
"The courtiers of the kingdom are bleeding and making sacrifices. When will Eruin's internal affairs be the Cruz people's turn to make irresponsible remarks?" Princess Griffin turned her head and asked coldly. At this moment, her aura seemed to show up. The sheath of the sword, the domineering force forced Macaro to suffocate, who was about to speak. Cunning Fox suddenly changed his face, thinking that the princess really deserved her reputation, she would often be fooled by her weak side just by looking at her appearance.
"Overwell, separate the crowd!" Griffith did not change his face. She took the long sword from her guard, and took her long silver hair in one hand, making her movements clean and tidy.
The nobles were anxious to give way, but as soon as they stepped out, they exposed the evil cultists behind. The bare-handed Makaro couldn't help but screamed uncomfortably. It turned out that only then did they discover that the cultists who had entered the hall were at least Silver Peak, and a few even reached the gold level.
But it is unrealistic to retreat at this moment. Eruin reacted extremely quickly because of the sly fox once, and immediately roared: "Overwell, take the princess away, leave it to us here!"
Before he finished speaking, a long and dark wide-bladed long sword came into his eyes.
"Ah, how did your sword come from?" Seeing Brando drew a nearly half-human sword from under his cloak, everyone was shocked; the entourage was not allowed to bring weapons, even Li Woods , Overwell, Macaro and others have no weapons in their hands, but this guy calmly made such a murder weapon, it really makes people can't help but yell at the temple's security work for nothing.
Of course, they were also wrong to blame the temple. Brando had the dimensional hole inherited from the dark priest Amman. Not to mention bringing a small sword of the earth, even if it was loaded with a ballista.
Brando didn't bother to pay attention to them, there was a familiar smell in the air, and he subconsciously stood in front of Griffin and slashed forward. Everyone was in a daze. Brando's direction was obviously air, but they hadn't had time to react. When a thin metal tremor penetrated the air, Brando suddenly twisted in front of him, transparent. Aired as an assassin wearing a gray robe and holding a long sword.
The assassin also had a dull face, obviously not understanding how he was discovered.
"Invisible spell!" Macaro's expression changed.
But Li Woods was silent. It was obviously not an invisible spell, but a special ability. As an archmage who has stepped into the element field, he always has several detection spells on his body, and the invisibility technique is not enough to hide from his eyes; but just now, he did not even realize the existence of that assassin. ,'How did this guy find out? 'He looked at Brando, and his eyes were deeply puzzled.
Brando certainly wouldn't answer that he had dealt with these cross assassins. What he frowned was that these assassins were not cultists, but special units produced by a duchy near Eruin. That principality is a subject of Cruz. If anyone can mobilize these assassins, then the biggest suspicion must be the Temple of Flame.
But at the same time thinking about this, he did not slow down in his hand movements. Both hands bounced the opponent’s weapon together, and then slashed straight down without any fancy—this style of play was very different from ordinary swordsmanship, and the man was obviously not at all. Thinking of Brando's swordsmanship so lacking in aesthetics, he was shocked for a while before he could even lift his sword, and was cut in half by a sword directly under the shock.
With a clatter, bloody flowers and internal organs were scattered all over the place, and the long sword in the hands of the cultists fell to the ground. Only then did the surrounding people react. Overwell stared at Brando and dazzled, but Macaro and Lewoods took a breath at the same time. They more or less learned from Nimesis and Freya. Improved military swordsmanship, but it was the first time they had seen such sharp and direct swordsmanship.
"You are Brando, Brando of Tonigel, aren't you!" Her Royal Highness is extremely clever. Originally, Brando's sword of earth had obvious characteristics. Seeing his swordsmanship at this moment, there is nowhere else. Suspicious, frowned and asked immediately.
Brando was startled, and looked back at the future actual power of Eruin—Griffiyin’s soft face with a certain expectation. Thinking of the future end of the princess, he softened his heart and nodded. Nodded. The half-elf girl was stunned for a while. The knight in her letter once joked that she would come to Amperthel to protect her. She thought it was just a compliment, but she did not expect that the knight she had never met would actually come. .
"I didn't expect you to really come..."
"Of course, I did what I said." Brando replied at the same time, turning around to face the cultist who had been killed.
"Then you are here for me?" Princess Griffiy asked softly. There is nothing to be shy about. Knights fight for the beautiful princess. This is the most romantic thing. Whether in Eruin or Cruz, among civilians or nobles, this is a legendary story that is talked about. Besides, Griffin never doubted his charm. It's just that Macaro and Li Woods behind her frowned.
"Perhaps there is such a reason," Brando hesitated, without concealing it, "this time I came for Eru."
"That's why Elu came?" Griffith was startled.
"I don't believe in other people," Brando replied, raising his sword, "I can regain the banner of King Eck, because it is too glorious, how can anyone who is hiding in the dirt tolerate it."
The half-elf girl smiled slightly and couldn't help nodding, her eyes lit up.
"I'll talk about it later." Brando looked ahead without changing his face, as the plural number of cultists were rushing over from the gap opened in the crowd. At this time, he had already noticed the trickyness. The cultists who attacked Anlek and Grand Duke Sifah in the other directions were obviously far fewer. Nearly half of the cultists who rushed into the hall came straight to them; what's the matter? Brando knew it well and couldn't help but sneer. Fortunately, he was here. If he didn't come today, the future Princess Regent might really be in danger.
It is well known that the palace mage is not as strong as a warrior without preparation, but Macaro, Li Woods and others are obviously not the opponents of these'Assassins' with bare hands. The other party is sure that the princess will stay, and today's situation; What kind of cultist, the scene before him was a long-planned assassination, Brando frowned, and even suspected the chief priest Wood.
Brando only knew that such a thing must have not happened in the Ampersel Conference in history. History has changed, but he has no idea where the root is. However, he was not nervous. These cultists intended to win with the crowds of tactics. As everyone knows, what he is most afraid of is group battles. Thinking of this, he glanced at Duke Sifah and Duke Anlek not far away-although it is not clear what happened, it seems that these two guys must be the planners. Brando smiled disdainfully. I laughed, "Since you want to play, I'll give you a meeting gift next time."
At this moment, the number of golden ranks among the cultists has reached eight. This number is already comparable in Eruin, almost equivalent to half of the high-end combat power of the various forces competing for kingship on the table. Including Overwell, no one on the scene believed that they could win, even with Brando, the princess had only three golden ranks beside him.
"Brando, can you buy me some time, and I can summon those things that...that night." The countess on the side pulled up Labrando's sleeve and asked in a low voice.
Brando glanced at the pale Dilphary, and suddenly felt a little apologetic, "Summon those things, and the temple will trouble you."
"It doesn't matter, I can also summon some other alien creatures." Dilphary replied in a low voice, "If we don't summon, we will all die here."
"It's a pity that there is no magic wand," Li Woods couldn't help but annoyed and said at this time: "Otherwise it would be too easy to deal with these guys. But it's the same now. As long as you can buy me a few minutes, I can relax. Get rid of them all." The old man couldn't help complaining secretly about the Temple of Flame. If it weren't for the reputation of the Temple, he wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is now even if he didn't wear a wand with a little preparation.
"A few minutes, I can't do it at all." At this time Macaro shook his head, "Unless he has a weapon, it's almost the same." He glanced at Brando, just when Brando thought this guy was going to betray himself to top the tank. At that time, he didn't expect that Eruin's once sly fox sighed and asked: "Brando, how is Qian?"
"She's fine, this time she's here too." Brando replied, startled.
"You shouldn't bring her here." Macaro shook his head, "Forget it, I am not qualified to teach you. Although we only have one side, the princess will ask you this time. Please safely connect the princess and the earl. Miss sent it out, and it's handed over to me here."
Brando was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly understood. Macaro has taken a fancy to his talent. He obviously shows a good impression of the royal party, and he is a genius who has reached the golden field at the age of less than twenty. Guihu is optimistic about his future potential and the forces behind him, so he would rather leave him behind than send him away. Brando has no doubt that if his talents are only average, Macaro will definitely let himself go to the top of the tank without hesitation.
But even so, this guy's behavior still touched him a little. In any case, those who persist are always worthy of respect. As expected, the royal party is not greedy for life and fear of death. For some reason, Brando has returned to the years when he fought side by side with his friends for Eru.
He felt the blood burn, and replied with a slight smile: "Actually, you don't have to be like this, Mr. Cunning Fox."
"En?" Macaro was startled, he turned his head and saw two light doors opened beside Brando.
"Andriguez, Mordefense, kill these guys!"
Brando swung the sword of the earth forward, and there was a transparent ripple in the air—the power of the element. Everyone took a breath. Entering the golden level and touching the wall of elements are two concepts. In this world, only talented people have the opportunity to touch the field of elements, and some people even spend their entire lives in gold. Wandering at the peak, he can't comprehend the elements, but Brando is clearly one of the few outstanding at the moment.
At the same time, two silver figures stepped out of the white light door that suddenly opened, and the situation on the court instantly reversed.
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