"Young man, your journey ends here."
Alberton had a sword in one hand, and the sword in his hand was named Pale Fang. Although it was just an ordinary magic sword, it was a testimony of following the knight's life's merits and glory.
He pressed his left hand flat on his right wrist, and as soon as the voice fell, a layer of hoarfrost-colored flames was ignited on the thin blade. Brando knew that it was his famous swordsmanship-Bai Yan.
Compared to him, Alberton is the real swordsman of the court. He became a knight at the age of seventeen, and was already a craftsman at the age of forty. He fought for Eru all his life, and was Eruin's hero until his death, but the "White Knight" Alberton was truly famous after he became an undead.
In his time, Alberton was one of the Four Horsemen of the Madara Apocalypse, and his name of the White Knight came from it-Alberton the Conqueror. Such a title is not only for children to stop crying. .
When Brando stepped back, it immediately became troublesome. In Targus’s camp, there are two column leaders he is least willing to meet, one is the conqueror "White Knight" Alberton, the other is the king of war "Red Knight" Ledios, among them the former What's more, it seems that Master Martha made a little joke with him again.
But how quickly the White Knight made his move, before he could finish his thoughts, Alberton had already slashed over. It was like a bright silver moon arc flame from top to bottom-before the sword arrived, Brando had already felt the oncoming icy breath, he immediately felt suffocated, did not dare to neglect, and hurried to one side. Get out.
The flame blew across the ground, and the rock immediately broke with a'bang', and the incision was covered with hoarfrost.
Just wind pressure can smash the rocks, Brando couldn’t help but feel numb when he saw it. This is Silver’s lowest strength. You must know that his white crow swordsmanship is only in the state of bursting power. It can cut things like wood.
But he rolled to the side. The'White Knight' Alberton had already sat down on the reins of the Nightmare Warhorse, and killed them one by one. The undead jazz didn't care about his men at all, it was almost stepping on a bone. Leaped over to Brando.
A piece of bone fragments flying around—
Then the white knight raised the long sword high, and with the force of the horse, he smashed the young man with a sword.
Brando was unavoidable, and could only hold up the thorn of clear light to block it. There was a loud noise that made teeth sour, and the two swords were staggered and bent backwards as much as possible at almost the same time. Brando felt his arm was about to break, and he immediately flew backwards like a cannonball. He shot it out and barely got up after several rolls on the ground.
Power of at least 25 energy levels.
Brando supported the ground with one hand, screaming in his heart, luckily, fortunately, he used the technique of power burst at the last moment, otherwise his hand would be useless. But even so, he still felt numbness in his right hand, and he even lost consciousness in his right hand for a while.
But it was too terrifying. The second power level, the silver swordsman's power, had a single-handed blow that was far more than seven tons, almost reaching the point where it can be used without skill. Brando looked at the pure white knight approaching quickly and couldn't help but miss his holy sword card infinitely. It seemed that to defeat such a monster, he could only rely on that kind of power, but at this time he also had There is no earth element that can be used to pay for it.
Alberton had driven to him alone, one man and one horse-
Brando gritted his teeth and raised the sword again. This time he held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head-the tip of the sword was slightly tilted towards the ground, and put on some of the best moves in military swordsmanship.
"Miscellaneous but not precise."
The white knight gave him a condescending look, and a cold, hoarse voice came from under his helmet. It raised the sword, slashed it, Brando crossed the pale tooth with the sword, and then adjusted the angle of the wizard sword at that moment. A spark flew, and he actually let Alberton’s sword slide away along his sword—
But the remaining power made him fall backwards, Brando's hind feet immediately knocked on the ground, as if the subtle movements of adjusting the balance of the body commonly used in military swordsmanship had formed an instinct, and his whole body was turned to the side. Sliding away, but squatting steadily on the ground.
After finally removing the sword, Brando was already sweating profusely. In the game, he also often completes such actions, but there are systems to help him formulate the route of action, the position of the sword and the body, and also help him correct his actions, instead of having to do all such actions himself. grasp.
Even if one is not careful, it will be killed.
But he actually did it.
He shook his arm and his right hand was still numb. The opponent's strength is too great, every sword fight is almost like a head-on collision with a truck, even after the strength is unloaded, the muscles and bones can be heard|groaning.
Alberton also gave a small urn sound from under the helmet. It saw that the young man's swordsmanship was only average, but his experience seemed to be very rich. He found suitable coping skills in one go. This was the reaction of the veteran.
He turned the horse's head and started to accelerate again.
But Brando finally broke away from the opponent's attacking rhythm, how could he give the opponent a chance to get ahead. He immediately raised his right hand, pointed the silver ring at Alberton, and shouted: "Oss!"
"Magic activation spell?" The blazing flame in the white knight's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately returned to his horse, placing the sword diagonally in front of him.
Alberton’s action has just been completed. A loud noise and a gust of wind have brought a deep trace from the gravel ground to the undead knight, but this violent cyclone hit its sword immediately. Crashed to the two sides, and instantly formed a beautiful'Y'-shaped scratch on the ground—every skeleton soldier who was on this scratch was thrown high in an instant, disintegrating in mid-air and far away. Landed on the river beach.
Then there was a chaotic sound of'crackling', as if it were raining bones.
The "White Knight" Alberton retracted the sword, before the dust settled, he went up again—then there was a clear cry, Brando had already broken through the smoke and jumped out, and he met it in mid-air. sword.
No flaws.
Branduo is not surprised at all, after all, this level of elite figures is not weaker than the Golden Demon Tree. In fact, he had relied on the Holy Sword Card to fight the Golden Demon Tree, otherwise it would be unclear who would win the battle. And to deal with the "White Knight" Alberton, he absolutely did not dare to cherish any chance of luck.
Leapfrogging challenges can only rely on a well-prepared and dedicated response.
He handed a sword to the opponent, and when his body fell backward, another sword wind pressed back in his backhand. Alberton retracted the sword again, and swiped it again blankly, a silver fire extinguished Brando's sword wind invisible.
Alberton retracted his sword for the third time, but this time he didn't rush to shoot again, but watched Brando quietly on horseback. It looked at this young man, as if remembering a distant story.
There should be the melodious sound of the highland flute in the story. On the plateau of Balta, the swallowtail flag is flying.
"White Crow Swordsmanship." It started, its voice hoarse like a visitor from hell.
"Are you a new generation of the royal family?" Alberton asked coldly, riding on the horse.
Brando was taken aback. Could it be that Alberton and the Corcovado dynasty are old? It’s not right, I’ve never heard of such a thing in the game, but he thought that whether he denied it this time or not, so that if the other party is really new and old, it’s not fun to be violent all at once. Legend has it that in the game, there are 30th-level bosses who suddenly become 40th-level elites, and the 40th-level elites can't even kill them.
Thinking of this, he shook his head quickly.
But he didn't expect that Alberton tilted the sword, and coldly replied: "Since it is not, then I will kill you without breaking the oath." Brando heard it, so that a mouthful of blood did not come out. . He really regretted that his intestines were all green. He had known this bird vow that he would simply pretend to be the new royal generation. This is really self-inflicted.
Of course, this is just thinking about it.
Brando also knows that it is not easy to pretend to be the royal family. After all, the Corcovado royal family has always had the blood of the fog elves, but the fog elves are born in the legendary silver family, with a branch of the silver blood.
And Brando's bright red blood is still a symbol of mortals.
On the other side, Alberton once again returned to the state of being one with horse and man after asking. It held a long sword and began to drive the seated Nightmare Warhorse to accelerate again. Faced with such a killer, Brando really felt a little at a loss for a while, but he thought of a way to temporarily delay time, that is to use the white crow swordsmanship in the state of power explosion to unload his strength, but this sword has 9 points of physical strength. , Don't say that he is level 17, even 27 and 37 can't handle this consumption.
In fact, he already felt that some of his successors were weak now.
As an elite of at least level 30, Alberton estimated that he had at least 200 points of life. The 30 points killed by the previous wind bombs seemed to him like a skin trauma, which only caused him some shocks. Brando was sure that he wanted to use the thorn of light to stab two or three swords to kill the opponent, but he had to stab him to get it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help taking a breath and looked at the distance, hoping that Reto and others would come to support him.
But he saw that the cavalry had just collided with the skeleton soldiers, perhaps because of the advantage he had created before, they had taken a lot of advantage, but it seemed impossible to say that they would be able to withdraw their hands for a while. He can only hope that the Self-Defense Forces behind can catch up sooner.
In fact, Freya, who led the Self-Defense Force at this moment, had the same idea.
But the future Valkyrie looked back at the citizens of Ridenburg who were stumbling around, and couldn't help frowning, but knew that they were just ordinary militiamen after all, and it was a trust to be able to do this. Morale blessing-she can't ask them more.
But Freya raised her head and looked at the chaotic front line. Although she couldn't see where Brando was, she also knew that the commander of such a large-scale undead army must be a strong one.
She was no longer the country girl a few days ago, and gradually gained her own insights. Unlike other people who blindly trust the young man, the girl knew that Brando must be in a hard fight. So she couldn't help looking around, and then her eyes fell on Shire and Su who were next to her.
"Sue, can you do me a favor?"
"En?" The girl was taken aback for a moment.
"Help me lead the self-defense team."
"how?"
"I'm going to help Brando," Freya replied, and then he turned his horse's head: "Charre, you come with me—"
"Miss Freya, I am fine. But are you okay with this?" Charles was taken aback. Brando had told him to look at the injured Freya, but he was indeed more than that. Worry about the safety of those you follow.
Freya glanced at him and nodded vigorously.