A miraculous scene appeared. In the eyes of those fleeing civilians, the cavalry rushing towards the young man seemed to be paper-crushed—they raised their swords and exchanged swords with Brando, and the steel long sword immediately bends and breaks backwards. , Turned into tens of thousands of steel needles and fired back, and then the huge force urged the rider and the horse to stand up high together, and the whole person flew out backwards.
One, two, three, and finally the refugees behind Brando couldn't help but count in unison, until the seventh. The three people behind were already terrified, tightening the reins tightly, and dared not to lean on them.
Ulliel stared at Brando, as if he had seen a ghost. And Makov's guards were so scared that they even forgot what they were doing. They were suddenly rushed to Brando's side by the refugees behind them.
"Who are you?" The cavalry captain couldn't help but feel a little cold. He has seen the captain-level figures of the Whitemane Legion Swordsman Group, and the strength and sword skills of those people can be regarded as superb in his eyes, but compared with the young man in front of him, it does not seem to be a big deal.
Where is this sacred
Brando retracted the sword and took a breath. Using seven bursts of power in a row, consuming one-fifth of the total power, Brando faintly felt a little tingling in his arm.
"I said, my name is Du En." He pointed his sword at each other: "So, now you can calm down and listen to me, right?"
Ullil and Makov looked at each other, could they not listen. Although his eleven subordinates are not too powerful, they are at least the masters drawn from the local militia. The white swordsman is at the mid-range level, and even the average soldier of the Whitemane Legion does not dare to resist head-on.
And he had to make a series of seven swords, the sword and the sword collapsed and flew all alone, and his face was not heartbeat after the fight. In his mind, only the six squadron captains under Luc Besson had such a level.
In the middle of the black iron, at such a young age, Ulliel couldn't help swallowing. Luc Besson’s squadron leaders are all thirty or forty-year-old veterans.
"It seems okay." Brando nodded when he saw Ulliel and Markov's dumbfounded look: "I just let you go, but now I regret it. So I take back what I said before, and now you give it to me. The road is blocked, no matter how many undead come over, your task is to stop them."
"Charles."
"Yes." Charles jumped off the carriage and saw Brando stretch out his hand flatly to him, handing his pocket watch over with conscience.
Brando checked the time, and it was a quarter of an hour before four. But Freya still couldn't see anyone. He couldn't help frowning and then raised his head and said, "You are the security cavalry of Ridenburg. It is a matter of course to help the fled citizens to buy time. If you want to come, I will also fight for the first without reminding— "
"My lord, I'm a businessman." Makov didn't dare to be arrogant at this moment, and said cautiously.
Brando glanced at him, and said angrily: "You have been recruited."
Makov opened his mouth.
"Of course," Brando replied, looking at the security cavalry who got up from the ground, "I will personally supervise you here. Any of you who want to be deserters can come back and try my sword. To fight those bone frames, you must choose one of the two."
He looked back at the civilians behind him—except for a small group of people who gathered around him, who had not dared to move because of being threatened by Ulliel—the people who were farther away were fleeing northward as the panic spread in the crowd. Pushing people, many people were trampled underneath, and they couldn't get up again. Cries, shouts, screams and screams mixed together to form a scene like the end of the world. Compared with them, they are like the eye of a typhoon, and they are peaceful.
And the center of this peace is Brando himself.
"You guys go too, hurry up, don't let Rideenburg's security cavalry use their lives to fight for you." Brando waved his hand to these people. He is not the savior, but if there is a good favor, he will not give it away. .
What he didn't expect was that most people, except for a small group of people, were motionless and unwilling to leave. In fact, these people have also seen and saw the tragic sight of those pushing and pushing forward. They certainly don’t want to be like that if they are not in it. They are more willing to pin their hopes on Brando, hoping for this powerful young man. People can lead them out.
There are many powerful people in this world, but not many are willing to protect the weak. Brando's actions have left a deep impression on these people, especially his last words, which gave these people a kind of trust.
"You don't want to go?" Brando was taken aback, guessing what these people thought. He knocked on the hilt of the sword, and when he looked back, he just saw Charles' admiration look on his face, and couldn't help asking, "What do you have to say?"
"In the age of the saint, knights have eight virtues. Mercy is one of them. There are many knights who are sworn in with the eight virtues in the Temple of Flame every year, but how many people really do it?"
"It is also the charm of the strong to allow the weak to rely. The key lies in what we are going to do, Lord Lord." the young mage asked.
"Let them stay, I'll find a way." Brando replied. As he said, he walked up to Ulliel and Makov and asked: "Have you considered it?"
"Of course, of course." The businessman Makov nodded.
Ulliel didn't say a word, and turned his head to summon his people, ready to fight the bones. They have also thought about it, and there is still a chance of fighting with those bones, but looking back to find the trouble of the young man, it is estimated that they will be killed in an instant. And the young man also said that he would stay, so he wouldn't die.
As the captain of the security cavalry, at least in Ridenberg, Ulliel could be regarded as a masterpiece. Once these details were figured out, there was nothing to lose face. He is not even as unnatural as Makov. Anyway, Ridenberg is also looking at Luc Besson's face and Lord Jin Guo's face. Now he can look at the face of this young man and act, and see whose face is not the face.
Brando admired his kind of bachelor very much. He stood beside the two of them, watching those riders whose swords were broken by him put on spare daggers, and he didn't worry about having no weapons for a while.
Except for Ulliel, the faces of the people present were not natural.
The guards of the security cavalry and the merchants are usually domineering, but they are no different from ordinary people in front of undead creatures that do not know of fear. When they think of the terrible existence in the legend, they can't help but feel weak. The businessman Makov took a spear and stood beside Brando, so scared that his whole body was like a chaff. Don't say a word, it even seemed difficult to stand there.
And the civilians behind them all stood there looking at Brando's back, wondering why this noble youth didn't run-they all heard Charles calling Brando, and naturally thought he was at least a knight. But since they decided to follow Brando and Brando didn't go, they would neither go nor dare to go.
Suddenly the scene was a little quiet.
The first skeleton soldier appeared on the flaming street, followed by the second and third. As a scout, Brando recognized the formation of these skeleton soldiers in the Madara army at a glance. They grabbed the sword and walked over.
The speed is not fast, but it is not slow.
Brando glanced at his pocket watch again, and there were ten minutes left. If Freya hasn't arrived after ten minutes, he will let Charles take Roman and these people to start the journey first, and go to the other side alone. But if Freya really couldn't handle such a thing alone, even though he would still treat the other party as a companion, to be honest, he was still a little disappointed.
He put down his pocket watch and saw that the three skeletons had approached the merchant guards. Seven people, in fact, as long as they are divided into three groups, they can kill the low-level undead of Madara with no effort. It's a pity that these rubbish collapsed first, and fell to the ground, without the courage to turn around and escape—
Three skeletons killed seven people.
On one side, the eleven security cavalrymen were so scared that they didn’t even have the courage to go up and help. Brando wanted to stab these wastes to death one by one-but he changed his mind and realized that if he had to take the civilians with him. To cut a bloody path from the Madara army, and still use these people.
"You trash, where the courage to oppress goodness in the usual days has gone." Brando shook his head. He turned his head and said to the security cavalry captain: "You, go up and show them."
"Me?" Don't look at the deepness of Ulliel City Hall, in fact, the hands and feet are still weak.
Brando looked at him for granted and said nothing.
Ulliel gritted his teeth, knowing he wouldn't end up if he didn't. But what can he do? On weekdays, he is pampered, delicious and delicious. Swordsmanship has long been forgotten. He couldn't help but look at his men, but the eleven security cavalry turned their faces to one side and pretended not to look. arrive.
"These bitches!" The captain of the cavalry screamed, and tremblingly raised his sword to greet him. One-on-three, the young man had no intention of making a move, and the others couldn't help closing their eyes, almost thinking that he was dead this time, and he was in danger of escape.
But at this time, there was a rumbling sound across the street—the sound of horseshoes. Ulliel was a cavalry himself, and he was too familiar with this voice. It was the sound of a cavalry group charging. There was a rumbling, like a rolling thunder coming from the depths of the earth, and the ground gradually trembled—not just him, even the three skeletons felt unusually turning their heads.
A lot of life fluctuations.
The three horses jumped out of the raging flames, the sword light flashed, and the three skeleton soldiers fell apart and fell to the ground. Then the rider on the horse pulled the reins and made the horse a few steps forward and then stopped in place—
Brando raised his head and saw that he was wearing a azure half-length armor set against the sky, holding a sword in one hand and holding the rein in the other. There was a heroic girl knight with a long pony tail behind his head.
Behind her, more and more knights came out of the flames and gathered behind her. Brando saw those people, most of whom were dressed as mercenaries, and their strength seemed to be above the lower reaches of the Black Iron, and there were even quite a few mid-levels. He couldn't help but was surprised secretly—
Where does this mercenary come from? More than a dozen turned out to be all with strength above Black Iron? This is the level of an elite squadron of the squadron captain guard in the Whitemane Legion. Could it be that this is a private soldier left by her father by Freya? Brando knew Freya's real life experience, and naturally couldn't help being suspicious.
"Brando, where's Roman?" Freya couldn't help being startled when she saw the person standing in front of her clearly.