Hundreds of soldiers stood silently in the pouring rain, and the rain stirred up a layer of mist on the dark tower shield. The spears exuding cold metal light. A steel forest is formed above the green tree square.
Swordsman Captain of the 7th Swordsman Battalion of the Port Guard of Amperexel-Sir Malothere finally breathed a sigh of relief until this moment; he tried not to think about the pale faces and crooked formations under the steel helmet. In any case, the deployment was finally completed within the estimated time.
He turned around and made a knightly salute to the young man behind him: "General, it's done."
Owen has been staring at the gloomy sky of the port—the Black Blade Legion and the Temple’s air force stationed in Ampersel did not take advantage of it. Their opponents are too powerful. The Southern Legion has always had the strongest Eruin. The large flying dragon cavalry regiment, but it is such a force, lightly abandoned by the kingdom in another period of history.
He couldn't see that kind of future, but now it was the two armies of the same kingdom fighting and fighting over Ampersel. Maybe they should have gone to get those more valuable victories, to face Cruz, Madara, and face those more glorious opponents.
He retracted his gaze, only glanced at the line of defense that had taken more than half an hour to build, and couldn't help shaking his head. This line of defense is similar to a thin layer of paper in front of the White Lions, and it breaks with the wind and rain.
But after all, this is the most prosperous area in the kingdom. The soldiers here do not have to face the Cruz people in the north, nor do they have to fight against the undead of Madara. Their opponents have no barbarians or mountain people. They can be like this. Not bad.
This is the second-rate army in the kingdom, and Owen is also aware of this fact and nodded blankly: "En."
Sir Malotherm wiped his sweat secretly, and he was thankful that he had passed the level. In fact, in his opinion, the royal party is not a fool. How could it be possible to go to the north to throw the net, but the other party is an officer of the White Lion Legion — as everyone knows, the White Lion Legion is also the leader of the kingdom by grabbing an aristocratic commander. Characters, or the outstanding heirs and descendants of the big family, the young man in front of him is probably the latter-he can't afford to offend these people.
Malother's disapproval expression fell in Owen's eyes, and his contempt was deepened. They were all shallow people. He raised his head and looked forward—and at the end of the rain curtain, what kind of army the last power of the royal party, the non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Academy, was.
I hope I don't let people down, Owen is eager to try.
Under the rain curtain, Amperethel was still dim, but dawn was almost the last minute.
"Duroc, Melkan, come to me in the fourth grade!" The young sergeant on the war horse raised the black battle flag high, like a totem standing in the wind and rain.
The young people of the Wangli Non-commissioned Officer Academy quickly separated, moving uniformly and well-trained, leaving only a murmur of footsteps and occasional scabbard and leather boots collisions in the rushing rain.
Crossing the continuous rain line ahead, the scout cavalry is staggering sending back information:
"Knight Commander, we have encountered an unidentified enemy army ahead!"
"They are blocking our way!"
In the wind and rain, the knight stretched out his hand and pointed back: "There are three directions!"
"Explore again, extend the investigation to the left and right sides." Nimésis replied coldly. She held the reins of the horse-Brando tightened the reins on the side, and the two of them sat down on the horse and stopped immediately.
Brando looked forward, and the rain slid down from his pale forehead, like drops of water on a statue. He raised his hand and swiped forward: "This army is unfolding from the Lion Street-Hawkfins Hotel to the Silversmith Bridge. The two squadrons have more than 500 people in the front. They have not reserved a reserve team. I think it will not be a regular army. "
Before he finished his words, a voice from far ahead came: "I see the emblem of the black spider clearly. It's the Yankee, the private army of the nobleman!"
"The Helian family is Luodu's private army. These clowns also want to get a piece of the pie." Overwell behind Nimesis couldn't help but snorted coldly.
Everyone's eyes focused on Brando at once.
"How do you know?" Nimesis turned her head, her wet hair was attached to her jade-like forehead, her body straightened like a sharp sword in the heavy rain, her expression was indifferent and cold, and her eyes were dark. Full of suspicion-but all this is to conceal the slight trembling caused by the pain.
Brando did not answer, but stood motionless on the horse.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound from the sound of rain. The densely packed blue spiders turned from translucent to visible to the naked eye. They moved forward along the road. Brando stood alone in this blue ocean. In the middle, the ocean current submerged between the four hooves.
"Ah! Fengjing spiders, so many!" Many of the crowd were well-informed noble children, who recognized them at a glance and couldn't help exclaiming.
"Shut up and keep quiet!" Miao Ke, among the three knights, couldn't help turning his head and cursing. He was a young man with short gray hair and short eyebrows, like two caterpillars, wrinkled. It only makes people feel funny and cute.
Freya and Bresson both couldn't help but smile. The girl in the cyan uniform raised her head and looked at Brando in a cyan ocean with some admiration. Behind her, the knight of the lake was riding on the horse silently. Brando.
A trace of surprise floated in Nimesis' dark and faint eyes. She seemed to be aware of it and asked, "Do you use them for investigation?"
"I can only issue simple commands to judge the position of the enemy in front. But..." Brando looked at the rain and shook his head disdainfully: "I'm so familiar with those guys' tricks."
"Yes, compared with the future Madara, it is really not worth mentioning."
Brando closed his eyes, and the Iron Horse Glacier seemed to be right in front of him in the past.
There is no retreat—
"Really, if you are a commander, what are you going to do now?" Overwell, the'Sir Wolf', who was already in a uniform at the moment, asked as if he was chatting with his sword while pulling out his sword.
The lone wolf turned his head back, Griffin let Brando take full responsibility for the current situation, but in fact, the commanding power of the non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy is still in his hands. The middle-aged uncle's somewhat inverted eye sockets have a pair of firm eyes, which can easily make you feel the power contained in it.
"We don't have time to entangle with these young people," Brando opened his eyes. "There are quite a few double-faced guys around, and we must completely dispel them."
"Kill the chickens and curse the monkeys," Overwell smiled, "I seem to have confidence in you young people."
Brando glanced back, and he saw more than two hundred young faces of men and women. The knight uniforms on these young men had long been soaked, and their hair was all together, but only their eyes were still gleaming.
"I have confidence in people with ideals." Brando replied.
Of course, he just said it with awe-inspiring righteousness. Without history as a testimony, Brando would never be so big. But he knew he had to convince Overwell, the de facto teacher of the princess, who was also the mainstay of the princess party at the moment.
The lone wolf of the kingdom really showed appreciation in his eyes. He turned around and silently glanced at the young people behind him. Most of these young people are personally selected from various places-like Freya, Bresson, and some come from families that are most loyal to the royal family. Although they are the descendants of some small nobles, they are often them. The most outstanding and firmer beliefs are represented by young people like Muke.
These young people are the last hope of the kingdom.
"The first student of the Wangli Knight Academy! Listen to my order!" Overwell suddenly shouted, his voice spreading far away following the wind and rain.
Brando suddenly smiled in his heart.
"From now on, you will fight the siege with the Brando Knights until the Princess is out of danger!" Overwell asked coldly: "Understood?"
It was quiet.
Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Brando. If there is anyone with the highest prestige in the hearts of these young people, it must be the princess. Next, Nimesis, in fact, Nimesis has always been their commander, and almost no one dared to oppose the majesty of the female knight commander.
Later, there are several outstanding players in the first period, especially Bresson and Muke as examples. After Freya got the Lionheart Sword, her strength and prestige gradually came to the fore, but most of them still only She acted as the deputy for the first two.
As for Brando.
Probably before this day, they had never heard of such a person. If you say that royal party leaders such as Macaro and Overwell or lieutenants in the army may be able to convince the public, but Brando is only in his early twenties, and it seems that he is at best a noble heir. What qualifications do you have to command them
Maybe he showed his hand before, but it was just a trick of the'summoner', and it was nothing on this battlefield.
Since ancient times, strong troops have their own pride. Although these young people have not seen the real big scene, they are still outstanding among their peers. Even if they dare not directly resist their orders, no one responds at this moment. Waiting for Brando to express his opinion.
Freya became nervous at once, but Bresson glanced at Brando without expressing his position, and the young man named Muke stared at Brando coldly, just like most people.
Brando did not express his opinion.
Instead, give orders directly.
He straightened his horse forward, then turned his head and coldly commanded: "The one who is blocking the way down the Princess Palace is no one who is a native of the chickens and dogs. Now your task is to teach them a lesson that will never be remembered from the front."
"But we don't have much time, so you only have a short time to learn this lesson."
Learn this lesson
Everyone was startled, and then there was an uproar. The young non-commissioned students at the Royal Knights Academy were almost shocked before they understood this sentence. This guy actually meant to teach them a lesson.
What a big tone. Cavalry assault, let alone whether the opponent has the ability to teach them—the question is, is there such a cavalry by his side
The young people's enthusiasm was aroused at once, and everyone looked at Brando amusedly, as if waiting to see how the short commander turned into a cavalry to teach them.
Brando never talks nonsense.
He turned his horse's head, the sword of the earth unscathed, boldly shouted: "Who is willing to be the front arrow, come to me!"
There was silence.
Only Freya drove out for the first time. She pressed her sword with one hand, and her knuckles were a little white. For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to the night that she had escaped from Ridenburg.
It's almost the same situation, the same fighting side by side. That is a miracle that only he can create.
Two people.
Breson hesitated a little, and also walked out of the crowd. "Brando, what the hell are you doing!" He couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
Brando glanced at him and didn't answer.
A horse whistle seemed to come from outside the sky, the heavy rain was like weaving, and the blazing light spots formed from the pitch black, and gathered little by little. In the white light, Metisa held a spear in one hand and rode one by one, slowly Walked out of the void and came to Brando.
Then there was Akane, the red-haired girl holding a halberd—although it was no longer the spear of thunder—but it couldn't hide her aura, another golden rank under twenty years old, the princess and her teacher looked at each other silently.
Charles smiled slightly, the so-called servant of the mage, of course he also had to stand with his knight. He patted his mount lightly, the horse seemed to understand what he meant, and came to Brando docilely.
Then came Mordefense and Andriguez. The daughter of a vampire was exceptionally different. She wore a long cloak, and her hands were no longer the pair of blood-sculpted scimitars she usually used—but a surge. A spear with blood power.
The two rode side by side.
Then there were Lubis mercenaries, Tiger Sparrow and others, which caused quite a stir in the crowd. The reputation of the Lubbes Mercenary Corps is not only in Brando's memory, but spread across the entire continent. Their attire is so peculiar that they attract everyone's attention as soon as they appear.
"This is impossible!"
"He actually has Rubes mercenaries under him!"
"Legend has it that Rubys mercenaries never leave Faenzan to fight. How old is this guy?"
One element manifested, five gold and ten silvers. Although the number was not more than thirty, when these people gathered around Brando, everyone took a breath.
This is already an army.
Don't talk about other people, even Princess Griffin couldn't help being startled.
"Although I have heard about it a long time ago, I still didn't expect that his subordinates are so talented." She couldn't help but sighed in a low voice.
"But he still stands with you, Your Royal Highness." Overwell replied.
"That's because of the knighthood," the princess sighed, "but I, the royal family of Corcovado, deserve such honor?"
Overwell did not answer.
"That's a silver elf!"
There was a scream from the crowd. Metisa had silver hair and silver eyes, and her skin was like snow. The most important thing was that her dazzling, art-like scales on her body were the people of silver and the silver elves in the legend. Battle armor.
"Silver Elf is back?!"
"I'm not dazzled..." Everyone was stunned. According to legend, the silver elves remained invisible after a prophecy. They claimed that they would not fight side by side with the people of Dark Iron until the four great temples fulfilled the sacred covenant one day.
But the holy war is imminent, and the day when the four temples re-fulfil the sacred covenant seems to be far away.
Only Overwell saw the difference between Medissa at a glance, "It's a hero." Her Royal Highness nodded gently.
His knights gathered around him.
No one can laugh anymore.
The strength around Brando is enough to make him a king. Everyone understands this. He raised the long blade in his hand, the sword of the earth, and Harangea passed through the rain curtain, the black blade trembling slightly—
"listen."
"Don't let me see that anyone is left behind."
"Otherwise, you will probably fail your course—"
The sword fell, and the sound of horseshoes rang out loudly.