Brando raised his sword, and a wind pressure burst from the point where the Elf Sword and the pale tooth meet, blowing his hair back. He squinted his eyes and slid back with force, only to feel that half of his body was about to be torn apart.
Although he hasn't hit a sword with his experience so far, the HP projected on the retina has actually fallen by more than 30 points. Brando understood that this was caused by the internal organs being impacted and unable to completely remove the strength. This is also because his physique has nearly 7 energy levels, which is far more tenacious than the average person.
But what made him complain secretly was that Alberton seemed to know this too, a sword was like a sword, and it didn't even give him a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. Several times Brando couldn't help wondering if this guy didn't care about his army at all, although he was almost collapsed here, but the rows of skeleton soldiers in the valley over there were also almost unable to resist it.
Could it be that in the eyes of this guy, he can be better than an army alone
Brando may not know that one of his absurd ideas is the one closest to reality. Although the "White Knight" Alberton can be regarded as the hero of Eruin during his lifetime, as an undead after awakening, everything during his lifetime is only a comment. In Vaughan, the undead is a kind of existence that distorts the laws of nature— Among the many doctrines of light, it is classified as a blasphemy for the living because it is nothing but another kind of power, another kind of thought at work that is supposed to decay and return to the earth.
It is a person, not a person. For the undead, its memories of life are just fragments of memories. There is a saying that the undead are not without fear, because their greatest fear comes from the memories of their lives, and some undead will even fall into the memories of their lives and will never be able to extricate themselves.
For them, this is more resistant than death itself. Almost all the undead avoid recollecting, because when they remember, they inevitably fall into fear.
But the "White Knight" Alberton may be a special individual among them, and this knight often falls into the memory of the past. It remembered the knights fighting on the Golden Flower Plateau, as if looking at it from another person's perspective, the killing in the memory made it more calm and ruthless.
Therefore, at this moment, as the senior general of Madara, the Apocalypse'White Knight' wants to strangle potential enemies in the cradle for this dark country.
Obviously, in its view, the threat of a potential and excellent commander is far greater than those of mobs.
It even preferred to give up the victory in World War I and kill the young man.
But Brando's performance has far exceeded the expectations of the undead jazz. It is very clear about Eruin’s swordsmanship genre. Brando obviously learned the roughest kind in the army, perhaps with some court swordsman fur, but overall it’s just a three-legged cat's level, but It's the level of the three-legged cat that makes it fail again and again.
In the end, it only chose to use the absolute suppression of its strength to grind the opponent to death a little bit. This style of play even has some shamelessness. It is a bit unacceptable for a person like Alberton who was a knight and a noble birth, but for the one under the three black scepters and the black code. Oath, it indifferently chose to give up its honor—
Because Alberton knew that many people would choose the same as it did, and Madara had to make such a choice.
"Martha is here, Madara will always be under your protection." The flame in the eyes of the undead knight was as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand had been cut down mercilessly.
But when he had just shot, Brando had already avoided to one side early, as if he had expected it to do so. The pale tooth in the hand of the undead knight can only pass by the young man every time. Occasionally, if he guesses correctly, the opponent will cleverly use superficial swordsmanship to relieve his strength—
All of this seemed incredible to Alberton.
So again! The soul fire in Alberton’s eyes could not help flashing. Since the beginning, it has continuously changed three kinds of swordsmanship. At first, it used the Eruin swordsmanship that he was most familiar with, and then the Eruin court swordsmanship. , The results were all guessed by Brando one by one. At first it thought it was caused by this kid who was particularly familiar with the swordsmanship of his country, and then he subconsciously switched to Madara's military black cross swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that Brando was not uncomfortable, but guessed more accurately...
If the undead also has the emotions of living beings, it is estimated that the "White Knight" Alberton will scold his mother at this moment.
But he didn't know that Brando's familiarity with Eluin's military swordsmanship was limited to him before the 30th level of the original game. In the long experience that followed, he had seen hundreds of swordsmanships, either high-level or popular, but if there was one kind of swordsmanship he was most familiar with—
It must be the knight swordsmanship of the church knights and the black cross swordsmanship of Madara.
Without him, practice makes perfect.
Knight swordsmanship is the swordsmanship that Brando has used the longest in the previous life, while Black Cross swordsmanship is the swordsmanship he has seen the most. Brando has fought Madara for seven or eighty years in the game, and his understanding of the opponent's popular military swordsmanship is as natural as eating and drinking.
Unfortunately, this does not mean that Brando is getting better at the moment.
Because under the suppression of Alberton’s absolute strength, he couldn’t find the same chance to fight back. No matter how old the routine was, he couldn’t stand the dexterity of up to 16 energy levels. Sometimes Brando couldn’t even catch the opponent’s hand. The upward movement is completely based on experience to guess.
And Brando soon felt that his physical strength was gradually approaching the warning line-if a person's physical strength fell below half, then his strength and reaction would begin to decay. If it falls below one-third, it will be difficult for a person to keep his movements out of shape.
But it has only been three minutes since the start of the battle—
Brando was already sweating profusely, facing Alberton's pressing every step of the way, he gradually lost the room for thinking. At first he could take the time to take a look at the situation on the battlefield, but as his physical strength faded a little bit, now he must be close to full force every time he avoids Alberton's sword.
The number of sword handovers is also frequent.
It was like a vicious circle. The more he fought with Alberton, the more he felt powerless. But the harder he was, the harder he could avoid Alberton's sword.
Brando is almost clenching his teeth and persisting. This persistence has almost nothing to do with death. Compared with squeezing potential out of the sour bones and escaping from the dead again and again, that kind of from the depths of the soul. The exhaustion that came out seemed to be the feeling of going to sleep forever in the next moment, making him almost want to give up completely.
But this time he inexplicably thought of Freya and Little Roman, and the cavalry who fought with him, and the feeling of blood boiling from his chest made him persevere. He knows this is a kind of responsibility, let him be responsible for everything he has done and said.
For a moment, he closed his eyes and opened them again, and he saw a snowy light where he entered his eyes. Brando finally woke up at that moment, his scalp was numb, and he almost rolled away from the ground in a posture that had nothing to do with Yaguan.
But at this moment Alberton's power contained in the sword finally broke out—
It moved forward with a sword, and a silver flame was burning across the mountains and plains from the lowest force of silver; it was like a silver moon, it moved forward, silently, the rock cracked, and the firs were slicing. After falling down.
From the valley up, a sword cut out a bare hillside that was close to a one-hundred and fifty-foot cone.
The cold wind blew through, and there was silence in the valley.
There was a moment of silence.
Everyone was frightened. Although they had heard of the so-called second power level-the power of silver, they had never seen it with their own eyes. At this moment, they witnessed such a miracle that is almost inaccessible by humans. Everyone can bear it. A kind of reverence for power itself can't help but grow from deep in my heart.
This kind of awe is not even fear, nor despair, it is simply the worship of the insignificant mortals for great power.
Even Leto, Mano and others are solidified. They can't believe that Brando was fighting such a monster before, and he has been fighting for so long
But they were wasting time behind and did not go to help the young man in time—
Brando said nothing.
But these mercenaries actually felt a deep shame in their hearts. At this moment, they felt the heavy sense of responsibility in the young man. The promise to each of them turned out to be a light-hearted one. The young man has been doing it seriously all the time.
If in the past they were a kind of blind worship of Brando, then at this moment, these mercenaries felt a sense of belonging for the first time.
But Brando is there? They couldn't help worrying. Under such a blow, could he survive
The white knight'Alberton' retracted the sword and uttered a clear cry.
"Brando!"
Freya was riding a horse from one side of the hill to the place where Brando fought with Alberton, but she was a step late when she had just seen the young man fighting with Alberton. .
As if everything is over.
The sword in Freya's hand fell to the ground with a bang. She could hardly believe what she saw, the young man who brought her out of Buche, the young man who told her to see the world outside the well. Man, that shameless man.
Can you only stop here
But she felt that someone patted her shoulder, and the future Valkyrie couldn't help turning her head in a daze. What she saw was Charles.
The young wizard Hu Cong was staring at the bottom of the hillside, his eyes motionless:
"Miss Freya, as long as I am here, Lord Lord is not dead yet."
"What...?" The ponytail girl was startled, and didn't understand all the meaning contained in Shire's words.
But she understood at least part of—
Because she immediately saw that familiar figure climbed up from under a piece of rubble.
Brando almost felt the pain all over his body as if he was about to fall apart. His shirt had been completely broken, his forehead was full of blood, and he couldn't tell how many wounds he had.
But he still endured the pain and smiled triumphantly.
"Old guy, I didn't expect you to miss this in the end—"