The news of Madara's army entering the city spread like a plague in Ridenburg. For thousands of years, the dark country opposite the Pine Mountains has been described as an evil hiding place. The undead, the robbers, and the from time to time Koubian, as if Eruin’s misfortune were brought by the other side, so the noble lords maintained their unchanging rule for hundreds of years with peace of mind, and the villagers trained themselves and were ready to fight. .
But now this enemy, which seems to have always existed in the legend and in the story, has not only come to life on paper, but has also come alive from paper, spreading its fangs and going to eat people. But the citizens of Ridenburg discovered that what about the nobles? What about Ridenburg's army
Brando walked all the way, seeing more and more people coming out of the house along the way, getting a little bit of news from other escaped populations, and then hurried back to the house with luggage and family, heading north. The door moves forward.
There were more and more people, and finally gathered into a mighty stream of people. The huge crowd seems to constitute a gray oil painting in the eyes of young people. In this oil painting, there are old people, children, men, women, even mules, horses, carriages, dragging the family and walking forward. .
The child held the adult's hand with curiosity on his face. The woman relied on her man, her pale face was full of tension, but there was not a few people talking in the mighty crowd, only the voice of a huge team advancing.
Because there were no people to maintain order, the flow of people and the flow of people quickly collided. And some people were in the crowd and wanted to take the opportunity to fish in troubled waters-soon another carriage fell in the middle of the road, and the slowly moving people further blocked the middle of the road. People disputed and quickly turned into a confrontation. The people behind shouted loudly, and an inexplicable panic began to spread among the crowds.
This scene almost happened when Brando and Charles found Roman, and he asked the coachman to drive the carriage to the side of the road. Then he and Charles got into the carriage, protecting the sides of the carriage, and then calmly watched the unrest spreading in the street.
"Brando, you are finally here, I'm so worried." The merchant lady was obviously relieved, her round-toed leather boots had been rubbing the wooden board under the carriage, a little nervous.
"There are too many people on the road, it took some time." Brando drew out his sword and replied.
"Where is Freya?"
"I don't know, wait and see."
And Shire looked at him indifferently for a while, and suddenly said to his lord, "Lord, someone is fanning the flames in the crowd."
"What are the benefits of doing this?" Brando was startled, he didn't understand, because he never paid attention to the behavior of these civilian NPCs in the game. He is not a behaviorist.
"For fear that the world will not be chaotic."
"why?"
"Because they know subconsciously that they are only good when they are messed up. Ambitious people will not be willing to be lonely, Lord Lord. There are some people who naturally want chaos, but they don't have that chance on weekdays, and now the opportunity is here. "Charles stared at the people outside and said coldly.
"Even in this season, they don't want to die?" Brando comes from modern times and has some understanding of the inferiority of human beings. But this doesn't explain much. As the only social creature with high intelligence, the behavioral state of a certain part of human beings as a whole only represents that human beings have this attribute.
This is the first time he has seen this kind of mutual intrusion under the same class only because of ambition. He saw that the commotion in the crowd gradually expanded. Someone was pushing and hustling between the fallen carriage, and the cry of the child soon came out.
The panic has obviously deepened, and rumors about the Madara army appearing nearby began to circulate among the crowd, and the more they became more confident as they spread to the back. Those who are far away are considering whether to turn around and leave. This hesitation quickly affects more people around.
The streets became chaotic.
"Even at this time, Lord Lord. My mentor said that madness makes people bold, hysterics and a little bit of ambition are enough to unite those people," Charles said, pointing to the group of people who were eager to move in the crowd. "When I was studying magic in Karasu, my tutor built a high tower between black rocks, where apprentices like me not only learned how to parse spells, but also learned how to manipulate humanity—"
Brando nodded. Karasu's highland wizard learned a similar method but was very different from that of Buga's wizard. The advanced wizards of Bougainvillea who wore milky white robes and walked on the snow-white marble floor were more like the rulers of the academies, nobles, or wizards than the mysterious inheritance of witchcraft in other regions.
"What do they want to do?" The merchant lady asked curiously with wide-eyed eyes.
"Pillage, robbery, use violence to get everything you can't even think of-such as a beautiful lady like you."
"No, don't say that, and I won't thank you either." The merchant lady blushed with praise, and her little eyebrows were raised.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, the riot finally broke out.
No one knows who made the move first, and many people start to attack others at a time. More people took this opportunity to squeeze forward. Many families were scattered in the crowd, and those who were pushed to the ground almost never had a chance to stand up.
All of a sudden there were shouts, crying, and screams.
Brando watched this scene silently. He couldn't stop it, so he could only ask the coachman to pull the carriage aside. But his behavior attracted prying eyes. Some rioters noticed him. When they saw Roman on the carriage, their eyes could not help but exude a greedy light.
Most of those people are homeless people on the street, young people, or disgraced mercenaries, unscrupulous adventurers, they have a common language with each other, and even rely on tacit understanding to connect with each other, pushing away and blocking themselves. The person inadvertently approached Brando's side.
Brando frowned when he saw that, he subconsciously changed his sword to another hand, and Roman and Charles on one side also became nervous.
"Young man, it's not good for you to occupy a carriage alone, especially at this time. Let me take a ride." Soon a mercenary wearing a dirty leather armor grabbed the carriage with his hands. The wind lantern railing of the city can't help but want to squeeze it up.
"Go down." Brando moved the sword over and placed it on his neck.
"I just want to take a ride, kid, you don't want to kill, do you?" The mercenary didn't expect Brando to be so tough, and couldn't help being startled. He stopped, stepped on the steps of the carriage, looked at Brando with a malicious look and yelled: "You noble lords, you left us and ran away at the critical moment. Now I just want to take a ride. Just a ride, you selfish fellows. If you have the ability, kill me—"
Many people around him gathered around the mercenary and looked at Brando with a provocative look. But they were watching Roman more, with a salivating look.
"Brando..." The merchant lady was finally a little frightened, and couldn't help but grab Brando's arm with her slender hand.
Brando turned around and patted her hand, then turned around and said to the mercenary in a disgusting manner: "Did you see, there are women in this carriage. She doesn't welcome you, you can leave."
Brando's tough attitude obviously angered the opponent, and the mercenary cursed and wanted to forcibly board the car. Those on the sidelines also tried to rush in. They seemed to be convinced that Brando was just a young nobleman, and they didn't dare to do anything to them at this time when the crowd was enthusiastic.
"Lord Lord, don't talk to him—" Before Charles finished speaking, he was stunned to see Brando coldly withdraw the sword and pierce the mercenary's chest, kicking him down again.
That guy seemed to be unbelievable to death. He didn't believe that Brando dared to do it, but Brando told him with facts-don't hit my idea, I'm not one of those talkative people; he Although he is no different from an ordinary person on weekdays, he is soft-hearted and cannot see the miserable situation of others. But when it comes to his bottom line, Brando is definitely a decisive person, and he never has any kind of feminine benevolence.
Just like the first time he murdered in Song Castle, although he felt sick afterwards, he did not hesitate to kill.
The body of the mercenary fell back to the ground with a heavy noise, and the people around him stepped back subconsciously—they were all taken aback by Brando’s indifference to human lives, but these people immediately reacted—they It is the party with more people.
"Damn nobleman, kill in the street!" someone shouted immediately.
"Yeah, we just wanted to take a ride."
"These guys who care about life!"
"They never put us civilians in their eyes, and we are not humans in their eyes." Those people slowly surrounded them, confused black and white, and loudly agitated the people around them.
"Give him some color and see!"
"Drag him off the car..."
"Kill him!" Most people didn't know the truth most of the time. They just unilaterally believed what they heard and saw, and soon a large group of people gathered around the carriage.
Both Charles and Roman looked worried, and they also saw that this situation might not be so good.
Brando pressed his sword and sat firmly on the side of the carriage, without saying a word, just staring at these people coldly. Soon another person rushed up in the lead, and this guy thought that this'aristocratic youth' would at least curb a little under the eyes of everyone.
But he was wrong.
Brando didn't say a word, and pierced his throat with a sword, causing him to cover his throat in horror and fall down. The young man's sword not only shocked the younger generation, but also caused an uproar in the surrounding crowd.
But Brando stood up and jumped out of the carriage. His jump caused everyone around him to retreat in a circle. Brando stood among these people and looked at them coldly. He pressed the sword with one hand, and the sword suddenly waved on everyone's head—
A sword wind brushed against the tops of these people's heads. Those people only felt a light and fluttering coolness on their heads. Then, apart from the hair falling down, the roof of a building not far away suddenly opened with a'crush'. A ruler-long crack.
Everyone turned their heads, staring at the crack dumbfounded.
"It's good to do it for yourself."
Brando left a word coldly, retracted the sword and scabbed it, and climbed into the carriage again. In fact, he was more concerned about what happened to Freya than he was delaying time with these people, why he hasn't appeared yet.
But Roman looked at him staringly.
"You are amazing, Brando." The merchant lady exclaimed.
"Killing is not a skill, especially since these people are just civilians." Brando shook his head.
"But only you will protect me."
Brando was startled, then smiled slightly.