Brando hung his head, the pupils in his dark brown eyes shrunk in circles, calm as water, but there was an uncertain light shining inside. He inserted one hand|into the bottom of the windbreaker, and his exposed left hand was naturally drooping. His pale hand was slender like a sword, and his knuckles were as thin as white bones, but it contained strength and curled slightly.
This is the hand of an outstanding swordsman.
He stared at Princess Griffin not far away, his eyes were very complicated.
"... Old teacher?" Haruze looked up pale, and stretched out his hand weakly to grab it, as if trying to grasp Brando's sword-holding hand, but grabbed his left wrist; he knew. Knowing that Brando’s hand is under the windbreaker, perhaps he has grasped the simple cross-shaped hilt—the sword of the earth. The dark blade of the sword is sleeping in the scabbard with a dwarf-style pattern, and is held by a firm force. In control.
He raised his head, his weak pupils dilated, and his forehead was full of thin beads of sweat, looking at his teacher in a little panic. He shook his head vigorously, almost pleading: "No, no, that's..."
He once saw Brando kill people with his own eyes. It was a group of cultists he met on the journey. The Lord Earl and his teacher he knew had changed from their usual gentleness and politeness. They were as cold as they are now. Out of the sheath sharp sword.
When he saw his teacher fighting, he was like a servant who put aside all human emotions, every sword took a life away, so easily as if he was cutting a grass pile on the training ground. In the memory of the little prince, there is only one person who is similar to him when fighting, Nimesse, but the female knight is far from his teacher as skillful in controlling his blade, so that it can easily cut people’s throats and let Rose red flows over the snow-white metal.
The air sizzled when the air was sucked into the cut trachea, and blood mixed with fragments spurted out of the neck without interruption. The dead body fell softly to the ground, making a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground. Brando's eyes are as cold as they are now, like steel. This is the swordsmanship of soldiers. He told him that Haruze had a cold war in his heart.
He looked back at his sister-although there are many differences from the impression, more mature, more beautiful, and more majestic, but that is his sister after all, Haruze will never admit his mistake. He suddenly remembered the words Brando had reminded him before, and the fear in his heart became stronger, as if vines were quietly spreading along the corner.
In any case, he would never want to see his sister die in the hands of his teacher.
Brando allowed Haruze to grab his left hand.
He could feel the hesitation in the little prince's heart. This anxiety seemed to be contagious. The hand that made him hold the sword was already full of sweat, soaking the gray wolf leather on the hilt of the sword of the earth.
This is Viscount Kader's dream, like an eternal sleep in the mouth of a witch, only the owner of the dream can decide when this long dream begins and when it ends. But it is a pity that Viscount Kader has already lost himself. His world only exists in this incomplete misty world. To wake him up, he must be able to retrieve the memories he has been avoiding.
The only way to escape here is to wake up, but the owner of the dream has already lost himself. His world only exists in this incomplete misty world. To wake him up, the only way to make up is to let him find himself.
Do you want to complete his unfinished task
The voice in his heart was almost roaring to make him hurry out of the sword. The regret in Viscount Kader's heart turned it into a monster full of negative emotions of anger, regret, and jealousy for a long time. It was like a head of food. The ghoul screamed in Brando's heart.
"Kill her!"
"Kill them!"
"do not regret!"
"Don't hesitate!"
"Ah!"
Brando put his hand on the hilt, took it off, and put it on again. He knew that this was a dream, and the pale ghost in the dream would skillfully use the human heart. If he hesitated, he would be trapped in this misty dream forever.
But the other way around
Brando still hasn't moved.
Princess Griffin in front of him is just a phantom, but the feelings in his heart are sincere. He is throwing a sword at her here, as if he is throwing a sword at the thing in his heart that he has been pursuing to protect—
Lost in a dream can make people's hearts confused and torn apart.
"Don't go, Besdie!" Princess Griffin saw her'sister' grabbing Brando, and hurriedly stepped forward to drag her back. Then she took Haruze back a step, and the two knights immediately protected them.
The eldest princess raised her head and looked at Brando coldly: "Kadel, you know your identity. You have vowed to tell me that you will abandon everything in the past. You should be very clear about what your uncle did, I I don’t even ask you to be an enemy of him, just ask that your identity as Bedis’ fiance can protect her safety—but you disappoint me too much.”
She took out a letter and said in a cold tone: "Your true face has long been revealed—"
"Sister, it's not like that..." Haruze wanted to explain, but Brando's cold gaze glared back. The little prince still didn't realize this. In this dream, they were Kadel and Bay. Diss.
Rather than Brando and Haruze.
As soon as the voice of the princess fell, Brando suddenly heard a loud noise coming from above the palace, and then the whole hall was turbulent. The flashy walls and imitation Doric columns were shaking, as if experiencing a terrible experience. earthquake.
The nobles in the hall suddenly became unstable and screamed. The scene suddenly became chaotic. The crowd was rushing to escape from various exits. The sound of tables and chairs knocking down and the glass of the arch windows shattered.
But the quiet corner of the hall presents a sharp contrast with it. Brando, Haruze, the princess, and the knights seemed completely unaffected by the shaking ground.
Brando looked at the nobles who had fallen out of the broken arch window. He knew that this was not because Carder had experienced an earthquake, but was shaken in his heart. The root cause of all this is probably the letter in Princess Griffin's hand. Viscount Cardel must have experienced this same scene and was deeply impressed.
The words of the princess were like a sharp sword pierced into his heart.
Brando was silent, and the voice in his heart screamed: "Quick, kill everyone!"
But Brando pressed his sword on the hilt and ignored him.
At this time, there was another scream outside the palace. He turned his head and saw that the crowd that had just poured out was now falling back. There were countless soldiers wearing red and white shirts outside Jinteng Palace. These soldiers were covered in armour and their heads and faces were wrapped in metal masks. Below, they held sharp swords and killed people when they saw them. In a blink of an eye, blood was already flowing in the Golden Teng Palace.
"How could this happen!" The little prince stood behind Princess Griffin and saw this scene, his face paled in shock, and couldn't help crying, "Who are they?"
"It's Grand Duke Anlek!" Princess Griffin took a light breath. She raised her head and stared at Brando: "Grab Viscount Cardel, before Grand Duke Anlek arrives!"
How could these soldiers belong to Duke Anlek
Regardless of the previous life or the present, Anlek’s noble army would never wear red and white shirts, not to mention that in Brando’s memory, nothing happened at the banquet that day. The bloody smell that has been lingering at the end of his nose seems to have turned into reality because of this scene now, becoming more intense and pungent, and the burnt smell is gradually occupying his sense of smell.
Brando raised his head and saw the flames burning from the ceiling, as if in just an instant, the entire hall turned into a sea of flames.
This is Viscount Kader's dream, everything in that day's dream has now been repaired by him and Haruzer a little bit, and reappeared in their dreams.
By the side of Princess Griffin, two knights were rushing towards him. Haruze rushed over and tried to stop one of them, but the "little princess" almost tripped herself while carrying her skirt.
Brando drew the sword of the earth, and the dark long sword unsheathed it like a black light. But he felt that the sword was much heavier than usual. This was because his strength was only less than 10% of the usual, almost like a silver superior.
Fortunately, Brando had already anticipated this. The strength in the dreamland was determined by the owner of the dreamland, which meant that he now represented the Viscount Kader of that day. However, the strength of the silver ranks is really too wasteful in the year when the wind spirit returns to the glory.
The two knights who rushed over all had the level of the gold median. No wonder Princess Griffin dared not hide her cold gaze. In any era, the gap between the silver peak and the gold median cannot be crossed. Of course, Exclude some geniuses among geniuses.
Brando is not a genius, but the wisdom and experience he possesses are the accumulation of thousands of people in the past, such as his swordsmanship. Although he can only use the strength of Viscount Kader to confront the enemy, this does not mean that he has lost all of his advantages.
As soon as the two knights approached, the sword in Brando's hand was already one step ahead of them before they could even out their swords. The dark steel blade cuts through the air, and the side that is shining the fire is shining with cold cold light, and it has been cut into the vision of the two in an instant.
The two knights looked surprised. They didn't even see how Brando made his sword. Before the second holy war, the knights of the wind elves emphasized both offensive and defensive skills, because most of the dark dragon's subordinates were shaped by dark magic. It was obviously a loss not worth the loss of the monsters of these cheap cannon fodder for their lives, not to mention that the war at that time was far from being as cruel and brutal as it was later.
So Brando’s swordsmanship seemed to them crazy, but this crazy guy’s swordsmanship was obviously far above them. The two knights had to take a step back, but Brando had already grasped keenly. Lived the opportunity.
He followed closely and swept away the elven long sword in the hands of one of the knights. When there was a crisp sound, the upper part of the sword broke directly and flew out and stuck it on a table. When did the knight ever see such a barbaric act, he backed back again and again in heavy armor, and Brando chased him until another knight seized the opportunity to stab him with a sword from behind.
But Brando didn't even turn around, and the snowy silver elven sword pierced his body, as if it had stabbed a phantom.
The phantom didn't stop at the slightest, but turned around and swept across with the sword. With a bang, the helmet of the elf knight flew high.
Below was the face of an elf that Brando was very strange to.
But presumably Viscount Kader himself should be impressed.
"Nine Yaos after the wind!?" Princess Griffin was slightly taken aback: "Kadel, when are you..."
Princess Griffith would definitely not know Fenghou Jiuyao, Brando groaned a little and understood that it was Kadel's memory at work. This was not the princess's surprise, but the guy's surprise. At this time, he had broken through the defenses of the two knights, stepped to the princess's side, and then grabbed the opponent's wrist.
The eldest princess struggled slightly, but couldn't break free. She raised her head, bit her lip and stared at him coldly, her silver eyes almost bursting out of fire: "Kadel... If you have the ability, you will kill immediately. I."
"Kill you, Grand Duke Anlek will always be charged with murdering the king, right?" Brando glanced at her, and at that moment, he seemed to suddenly understand a lot of things.
Princess Griffin almost shivered, and looked up at him.
"Anglek is a member of the One Society of All Things, Your Royal Highness, your plan is right in his arms. He doesn't really care about the throne, he just hopes to overthrow the kingdom." Brando replied softly.
He glanced at Bedis: "Do you think there is still your sister, right?"
The princess also glanced at Bedis next to her. The look in her silver eyes was very complicated, but her tone had softened: "You kill me and let Bedis go, she really likes you..."
"No!" Brando heard the voice wailing in his own heart again: "She is lying to you, she is in the same group as her nasty sister!"
"This poor fellow."
Brando felt his heart, and he glanced at the princess. The princess's expression was weak as he could see through it for a moment, but his calmness was restored in an instant. Then he looked at Haruze and saw the soldiers in red and white shirts who were continuously pouring into the hall.
Although he had never experienced this scene, it was so similar to the memory. The nobles had long since died, but they didn't know where the senior sisters were. Although he knew it was in a dream, Brando still had some worries in his heart.
"Teacher, what are you talking about?" Haruze was puzzled.
Brando smiled at him and didn't answer, but at this moment, he had a deal in mind.
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