"Mr. Seber, look at that." The mercenary leader on the side took off the brass telescope and took a look at the spire, and then quickly handed it to the noble master next to him.
Lord Jin Guo sat on the horse calmly-the horse is a good-blooded Eruin Anleike horse. The hussars of Eruin used them to fight horses. Although it was later changed to a two-legged dragon, the nobles still used horseback riding. Show off his identity—he took a telescope and took a look, then handed it to his companion: the chubby industrialist Burnley.
Lord Jin Guo is not too nervous. Even if Earl Dunn died on their turf, it would only discredit them. On the contrary, local nobles like them did not pay much attention to these, and paid more attention to practical benefits. When His Majesty the King was held accountable, it was natural that the old bastard Luc Besson was against him, and he could not blame the gentry in these places.
To be honest, he wished that something would happen to Earl Dunn; but he didn't dare to be too obvious, he just deliberately estimated the wrong situation and made his private soldiers assembled before attacking the castle.
But there is one thing, he is bound to win. He has the advantage if he gets someone. If someone is caught by the Whitemane Legion, he will be charged with the account of modifying military documents.
Burnley took a look at the telescope with a smile, and then said: "Someone is on the top of the tower."
"Makalu, you go and call me the archer. The strength must be at least the upper-level in the white position. Don't come if you are not influential. The opponent is a black iron swordsman." Lord Jin Guo pointed upwards and turned his head to the previous one. The mercenary leader ordered.
"No problem, sir, just watch. Whether he is a black iron swordsman or a highland knight, I must make him a hedgehog." The mercenary leader agreed, turned his horse's head and left.
The private soldiers of the nobles separated into two rows at the back, holding a torch to let the captain trot over. Not far away, the knights ran up and down noisily on the river beach.
Lord Jin Guo frowned: "What a vulgar fellow."
"They appeared there. Could it be that the Earl of Dunn has already—" Burnley smiled and made a stroke of his neck.
"Huh, only the second ancestor of the Lules Bullman family. It is all based on a mouth that pleases the sage. He thinks that he is the important minister next to his majesty and does not put the whole world in his eyes. When he is favored, he is arrogant for a while, and he will be seen in the future. It's annoying. So it's normal to run across the street." Lord Jin Guo groaned from his nose.
"This wonderful man is a well-known naturalist and connoisseur in the court. His Majesty valued him because of this." Burnley intentionally or unconsciously pointed out the omissions in the language of his companion.
"Just a jester."
During the discussion between the two, Yiqi Feibao reported. The knight ran up to them on a panting horse and reported: "Lord, the Whitemane Corps is here."
"Oh? How many people are here?" Lord Jin Guo asked.
"More than twenty, like pioneers."
"Block them out." He ordered with a pointing with his riding whip.
"Yes-"
As soon as the knight left, he crossed over with him on another ride and reported: "Lord, the archer is in place."
Lord Jin Guo nodded: "That's enough, let Granson step into the city. I suspected that they have the ability to fly, and now it seems like they are inseparable, but this time I told them to fly into the city. "
"That's the Highland Knight, what are you going to do with it?" Burnley asked on the side.
"It was still a tricky thing, but since he blatantly killed that idiot, let alone he is a descendant of the Highland Knights, even if he is a member of the White Knights in service, no one can protect them."
Lord Jin Guo raised his head, just in time to see a group of black shadows falling on the top of the spire, and then flew over their heads with the two of them. He immediately tightened his horse's rein and turned his head, just to see his archers were opening their longbows and sending out a thousand arrows under the command of a sharp whistle—
…
"Wow, Lord Lord! They have archers!" Charles screamed loudly as he squeezed left and right on the gargoyle's paws.
"Nonsense, you don't need to tell me that I saw it too!" Brando replied badly. He chopped a feather arrow in half with a backhand sword, and the power from his hand was faintly numb-his heart sank, and the opponent had at least a black iron first-class archer-it said that the two of them were claws by the gargoyle Hooked up, and the feather arrows below flew in one after another, crackling on the wings of the gargoyle, although there was no color for a while, but when Brando flew closer, he thought he couldn't be too busy.
"Fly down." He ordered in a deep voice.
"Fly down?" Charles opened his eyes wide, thinking that his lord must be crazy. You can't be shot into a hedgehog if you fly like this
"We can't fly, and it's too late to look back. They are all around us. Instead of doing this, it's better to fight to the death, maybe there is still a glimmer of life." Brando let out a sigh of relief, staring down tightly. Said the overwhelming crowd.
"My lord, you are really gambler."
"Believing in your own abilities is called bravery, and placing your destiny on luck is called recklessness. The line between recklessness and courage is how to grasp it. This is one of my mottos in the game. You remember it well." Lando turned around and said to his followers.
"game?"
"Didn't I tell you that life is like a game, and a game is like life." Brando suddenly laughed, his chest widened, and he felt that his mind was awake like never before.
The gargoyle flew a little lower, and the whistling wind surrounded their ears, and the two of them could almost clearly see the noble private soldiers with bows below. However, when the bowstring moved, another wave of arrows came. Brando gritted his teeth to block it, but he still swept it away with an arrow, bringing up a smear of blood.
The gargoyle made a turn in the air and attracted most of the firepower. It is the most famous type of monsters above level 20 with defensive power. Even Brando's ring after the wind can't make it lose its mobility. These drizzle are like drizzle. Bows and arrows can't stand it.
It's just a pity that its maneuverability in the air is also average, otherwise Brando can order it to use special flying skills to cover the two flying out. Brando thought for a while and wanted to take out a ruby from his arms. This ruby was obtained from the remains of the nobleman: "Have your mana recovered?"
"certainly."
"Come on, give me a bow."
"Bow?" Charles took the ruby for a moment: "Lord Lord, at this time, according to my personal suggestion, the shield is better than the bow."
"Offense is the best defense, Charles." Brando replied.
"It depends on me—" The young mage Hu Cong nodded and raised the gem. "Projection ability, force conversion, the structure of the bow—" With the bright ruby as the center, an invisible thread is drawn out, and they quickly interweave a light net, smoothly curved, forming a long bow composed of threads.
The longbow has no entity, only composed of a line of lines, full of mysticism. The arms and strings of the bow are filled with mysterious laws and textures and ancient runes, which represent the power under this law. Because the construction technique itself is a kind of law magic, the sub-branch of gem magic. It is used to exchange the energy in the gems to realize the materialization of the line of law in this world-the only law represented by the materialization of this bow is the projection ability.
So it doesn't need arrows, it can shoot as well.
Seeing Brando taking the bow, Charles reminded: "My will energy is only enough for it to shoot four times."
"Try it."
The third wave of arrows arrives as scheduled—
…
"What kind of monster is that?" Lord Jin Guo asked, pointing to the gray creature with huge wingspan behind Brando. Burnley's eyes flashed beside him, but he didn't answer.
"It's a gargoyle, my lord, the creation of a craftsman in Buda, a kind of war puppet."
Instead, a mercenary answered respectfully by the side.
"Is that a gargoyle?" Lord Jin Guo's expression changed. He couldn't help taking a breath. He had long heard that the highland wizard of Karasu was a branch left behind by the Buga wizard. It seems that the rumors are indeed credible. He couldn't help thinking about it. It's okay to offend the highland knights, but it's a life-killing thing to offend the great wizards of Bougainvillea—
"Sir Seber, we have no choice." Burnley moved his eyes, adding to the flames.
Seeing Lord Jin Guo suddenly turning around to look at him, the industrialist was shocked and found that he seemed to be behaving a little too much. The fat man smiled and shook his head: "But Wizard Buga is not so good to offend—"
Lord Jin Guo raised his head again, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
…
Brando used his sword to fly the arrows, and then threw down the long sword he had obtained from the guard. He raised his bow, looking for the commander of the opposing archer, but soon he was greeted by himself.
Mercenary leader Makalu was standing among the archers. At first, he could hardly believe that the opponent was so boldly swooping toward the battlefield. But he quickly recognized the monster-it was a gargoyle, and the experience of long-term battles immediately gave him a hint of danger.
He immediately yelled at the adjutant on one side: "It's close enough, let the archers shoot another wave!"
The private soldiers of the nobles all understand the meaning of this sentence. Then the cavalry on both sides will prepare to seal off the field.
The private soldiers opened their bows—
Brando also took a breath, and the bow trembled slightly in his hand. Although the Bow of Law does not require skill, it is difficult for him to maintain balance on the undulating claws on the high ground. He aimed for about a few seconds, opened the bow with ease, and a white light shot out-the white light passed through the crowd and hit about five meters behind Makalu, splashing a piece of rubble.
"Oh." Charles sighed aside.
Brando didn't panic, but appeared more composed. He opened the bow again, and the arrow passed through the two men and hit an archer behind Makaru, directly blasting the latter out.
He opened the bow again, and Makaru was already retreating in panic. He thought it was a wizard attacking him-any ordinary person would subconsciously frighten when facing a wizard.
The arrow shot the opponent's adjutant down, and Brando has corrected it more accurately.
"Last arrow, Lord Lord! They are going to fight back!"
Brando frowned when he saw Makaru crawl into the crowd. He hesitated, turned his head and shot an arrow into the group of archers. This arrow blew up three or four people through the dense crowd, and the archers on both sides retreated in terror.
As soon as the center retreated, the formation of the private soldiers under the push suddenly became chaotic.
This gave Brando time. Realizing that his judgment was correct, he immediately ordered the gargoyle to lift up and over the top of these people. But just when he thought there was no danger, a lasso shot out from the crowd, accurately hitting one of the gargoyle's wings.
Brando was shocked and looked back—it was the mercenary leader, Makalu.
At this time, the gargoyle was already flying very close to the ground, and under this pull, the two men and the war puppet were dragged down from the sky.
The gargoyle dragged the rope to draw a half arc in the sky, and then crashed to the river beach not far away. Makalu yelled in excitement. He let go of the rope and screamed at the private soldier beside him, regardless of the blood on his hands. "Come on! Catch them!"
The situation on the scene seemed to have reversed immediately.