Brando slowly retracted his sword. It didn't feel like fighting on the battlefield, but like a swordsman returning home carefully sealing up his beloved saber. He and Rovac passed by. Step forward slowly, and every step forward, there is a phantom that overlaps him, and each phantom seems to be performing a different kind of swordsmanship. Eruin’s military swordsmanship also carries the coldness and coldness of Madara swordsmanship. Spicy, sometimes it seems like the big opening and closing of the Faenzan people, the white night sword of the Graysius knight, and sometimes the swordsmanship of the Cruz people, the simple and pure knight swordsmanship, but Rovac did not see it clearly. Of any kind.
It was the simplest sword that struck him. The sword he thought he had avoided, and that sword slashed heavily under his breastplate, and blood poured out, his water element was not even Before he had time to play any role, he was already shattered. At the last moment, he saw countless silver lines of the law tracing in front of him with the slow action of the opponent's sword retracting, bringing up countless pieces of armor, like countless shining pieces. The light spot, little by little, returned to the dust.
Rovac opened his mouth, as if he wanted to yell these words from his chest: "The most superior element,... the sword of space!" But in the end he didn't make any sound, and he knelt on his knees, and then fell heavily. on the ground.
Brando gently swept the blood from the sword, turning it into countless rose-red beads flying into a crescent moon, and the smoke above the rubble was dissipating. He seemed to be walking on a cloud of smoke, the hem of the earl's coat following He raised his head as the icy wind between the mountains was flying, and the distance from the empire's Knights of the Earth Traveling Dragon was just a distance from the gate of the city. The imperial knights are forming a team, the horns are blaring, they seem to be shouting a weird command, the ground dragon knights in the front row begin to move forward slowly, the ground vibrates slightly, the spears are like forests, and the flags are floating like flaming red. On the surface of the sea, the silver armor was staggered back and forth. Brando heard their voice, and then the spears were flattened out in a row, forming a bunch of intersecting lines pointing at him.
The knights galloped.
The undulating spear resembles a black wave.
However, at that moment, Brando thought of Akane. He looked at these knights silently, as if there was a voice in his heart replied—Did you hear it, Akane, no matter what the Queen told you, it would be a fir Lord’s reply. Brando gradually quickened his pace, and the knights also began to enter the sprint stage. The two sides intertwined in an instant, but it seemed that an invisible force automatically separated the imperial knight from it. Brando passed through it, and he took a step forward. , Leaving behind an afterimage, each afterimage raised the sword to frame the spear in the hands of a knight, and then flew a knight together with a man and a dragon.
He moved forward ten steps, and the frontal arrow of the Knights had completely collapsed.
The knights fell into a mess.
"It turns out that this... this is the Sword Master..." The Duke daughter stared at all this in a daze, feeling that the usual worldview in her mind had been completely subverted at this moment, full of chattering and humming sounds, but a word came to her lips. Can't tell. The development of the matter seemed to have completely exceeded her expectations from the beginning. She didn't know what Brando wanted to do. It was not like just to take a gamble, or to be young and vigorous. Obviously, everything the other party did had already happened. Premeditated, but she couldn't guess why the other party did it.
Is it for a subordinate who was robbed by the empire? No, she hadn't considered this possibility at all, unless he was a real lunatic.
But unfortunately, one of the most unbelievable assumptions she felt might be the closest to the truth.
By his side, the ball-shaped gentleman had been frightened and slumped directly to the ground.
The little princess of Grand Duke Goran-Elson clutched her nurse's hand tightly, and asked with trepidation: "Mother Elsa, Lord Earl, is this starting a war?"
The young nurse's face was pale, and she couldn't say a word trembling.
In her opinion, this is obviously already a war.
The Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles once used a thousand enemies and one sword in Aurel to make the empires completely frightened. Even the emperor had to dispatch two knights and three sword masters to encircle and suppress them, but even so, He still left safely.
But at this moment, Brando is doing the same thing. The attack power of the strong civilized element level on the battlefield is unmatched. Although it is still impossible to fight against the real army by one person, it is only a mere one. Hundreds of Dragon Knights are not too big a problem for him. After the first wave of attacks were frustrated, the imperial knights immediately began to adjust their tactics, trying to encircle them, and relying on their numerical advantages to suppress the space he can use as much as possible. Generally speaking, this is the most effective means to counter the element-level powerhouses.
But that is only generally speaking.
Brando took the last step forward. This step seemed to span a distance that was not in the usual sense. A step of 100 meters, as if his hind feet had just left the ground, and his front feet had already reached the farthest corner of the Knights' encirclement. The dragon knight did not react at all, seeing the space in front of him flashed slightly, a dazzling silver flower had been swayed out of it. Then he flew out from the back of the earth travel dragon with a saddle.
Brando shot out with a sword, and the afterimage was still there, but the person had appeared in another direction, and then there was another silver blossom, and a knight flew out at an angle.
It seemed that in an instant, dozens of Brando appeared in the gradually shrinking encirclement of the knights.
The afterimages appeared one after another, and then disappeared one after another. In the end, only one remained. Brando stood alone in the encirclement of the imperial knights, centered around him, and there was no knight on all the dragons. , And further away, the imperial knights on the periphery were already shocked.
It's not that they haven't seen the Juggernaut—
There are many sword masters in the empire. There are two sword masters in the four legions. There are also seven sword masters in the temple. Not including those sword masters scattered in foreign legends. A century ago, the era of the empire was even more pronounced. They have two sword masters who are now legendary, but none of the sword masters they know has such a weird swordsmanship. Brando flicked the dust on the sleeves of the black woolen fleece, raised his head and looked at the knights who surrounded him, thinking that his performance should not be bad, but it was far from enough.
He must become famous in the first battle, so that everyone dare not to ignore his existence, let the Cruz people understand that he is the grandson of Darus, the heir of the coalition marshal, and the Eruins-are also an indispensable force for jihad. He believed that the silver queen would take this into consideration.
He raised his left hand, Bahamut's blessing gleaming in the sun.
But countless silver lines of law have risen from Brando. They are intertwined, spreading to the entire Urn City instantly like a silver network, and where it passes, it is like an invisible shock wave passing through the entire Knights. Brando gently shook his hand, the entire Dragon Knight Order, all the hundreds of silver-tier knights immediately rose from the ground, as if affected by anti-gravity spells, they screamed in horror, struggling , But to no avail, Brando gently pushed them, and all the knights and dragons were separated together, as if they were disrupted by a magical hand and then rearranged. The center of the square was instantly empty. Came down, and the knights and the earth travel dragons were fixed in the midair in all directions one by one.
There was only one person left in front of Brando.
A woman with a wrinkled face, wearing an empire's red robe, holding a long sword, and a layer of fiery red law floating around her, looked at him quietly.
"Ms. Fanner." Brando greeted politely as if she had expected her to be here.
"I know you." The female swordsman replied in a tone full of vicissitudes: "You are the grandson of the sword saint Darus. If you want to be your grandfather, why should you be like this? Involved in the flames of war, do you understand that the empire cannot tolerate such a provocation."
Brando looked at this elderly lady. During the holy war, she had served as the adjutant of her grandfather. Among the three sword saints of the Black Sword Bulwark, she was the oldest and the most powerful. She was named Bai Ying, but she was the strongest among the Golden Flame Sword Saint, but he still shook his head.
"The grievances between my grandfather and the empire, if necessary, need to be resolved," he replied slowly, "but today's lesson is just to educate some arrogant people in the empire. It’s never been written on the doctrine that anyone is higher than anyone else. There may have been such empires in history, but I want to ask you a question, Ms. Fanner, where is the Miner today? Emperor Geert and the three sages Why are you fighting again?"
Fanna looked at him, as if unmoved by the words, she only shook her head: "For this you will start a war so that people can face the Eruins? Mr. Count, such an honor is for those wars. For the dead soldiers, it is meaningless. I think you should understand this. Jiufeng’s old saying: For the best, do not get angry.”
"There is no war here, Ms. Fanner," Brando replied.
"Are you deceiving yourself and others?"
"There is only one dispute here, Ms. Fanner. Since you Cruz believe that Eruin is not qualified to accept the respect from you, then I will use my strength to correct this point of view. Some people in history have treated my grandfather in the same way. , Guess who it is?" Brando replied.
Fanna's face changed slightly: "Black Crow Principality, you mean—"
Brando interrupted her: "I'm glad you remembered this, Ms. Fanner, I am here to answer your question again-I am the head of the Eruin envoy, and I am my kingdom. Fighting for the glory of the guards, this rule is written in the ancient scriptures of the temple, which is sacred and cannot be violated. Since you Cruz challenged the glory of my guards, just like the guards of the Principality of Black Raven provoked my grandfather. Same, then you should be ready, right?"
"Wait, you are the logic of the robbers, we are—" Ms. Baiying's face turned black, she quickly explained, but she was interrupted arbitrarily by Brando for the second time.
"No one stipulates that Cruzes can be aloof, right?"
"this… "
Seems to be.
But.
The elder lady’s eyes shone with anger, and she couldn’t help but replied word by word: “Do you think that with your little guard, you can subdue the Rogerian Frontier Legion? I’m telling you, it’s not Possibly, Mr. Earl! If you let the Black Sword block the Cruz and Eruin fighting against each other because of your own personal interests, the empire will not tolerate your sophistry, and your kingdom, presumably, will not. Accept this kind of rhetoric!"
"Yes," Brando replied: "Compared with what you did in the Alkhash Mountains, at least, I am not cold-blooded enough to see life and death, so all I want is to make some people inferior. Head, not killing them."
"Innocent, wishful thinking!" Fanna raised his sword and replied, "The empire would rather die than lower your head. Look up at the sky, Lord Earl, your ability is not big enough to force us to yield. , Have you ever seen a scene where two beasts of equal strength are fighting each other, the grandson of Darus, if I were you, I should order your men to stop any attacks immediately before causing uncontrollable consequences."
Brando shook his head: "This is exactly what I want to say to you, give up your sword and surrender, Ms. Fanner, this is not a prisoner of the enemy, but a confession to your allies. What's more, there is no resistance. Meaningful, if I were you, I would look up and see what happened in the sky."
Fanna was startled slightly.
She raised her head in confusion.
But not far from her, Ephraim and the Duke's daughter had already looked at the sky dumbfounded.
…
The wizards of the empire floated on the walls of the black sword barrier like undulating dust. Above the fortress, the attacks of black rune gargoyles and the counterattacks from the empire were coming and going, violently intertwined.
They were about to gradually get back the situation. The two hundred gargoyles left behind were hard to get close to the city wall under the intensive firepower, and gradually, they gradually began to have casualties. The soldiers of the Imperial Army could hardly help cheering. Although they still don’t know how the battles are going on in the fortress behind, at least on the city’s head, they are about to win. As long as the enemy can’t get on the wall, then The tilt of the balance of victory is only a matter of time.
But all this only lasted until the young wizard appeared.
Ephraim watched this sudden war with trepidation. By his side, Eco and the non-commissioned officer from Yanilasu had already got on their horses and went to the back, ready to go with Metisa to rescue the refugees, and For him, it seemed that he was just thinking about how to end it—no, it should be said that there was no way to end it. This damn Lord Earl suddenly raided the imperial fortress. He could almost imagine how angry his majesty the emperor of the empire would be after receiving this news.
Moreover, in his subconscious, he also thinks that this sneak attack is probably going to be defeated.
He saw that with the help of the imperial wizards, the imperial wall guards were gaining the upper hand, while the Lord Earl was still fighting with the Earthwalker Dragon Knights. He actually sent a young wizard to deal with the walls. What role can a young man play? The knowledge and wisdom of wizards are accumulated in the long river of time. In Afram’s imagination, those real wizards should be like him in Karasu Those who I have seen, the old pedant with the beard dragged to the ground.
However, the name Charles seemed familiar.
He couldn't help but glanced at the man from his side.
But with this glimpse, he could no longer look away.
Charles was slowly ascending to the sky, the wizard robe on her body was agitated, and his clothes fluttered in the cold wind—and with his arrival, all wizards on the entire battlefield subconsciously felt a feeling of heart palpitations. The bottom of my heart rose, and the flame of magic was ignited for the first time an epoch before. A wise being taught this never-existing law to all the people of silver and black iron—as if before that, No one understands where the law of magic and elemental magic come from. It is not only different from divine magic, but also different from the rune magic of witches—but from that moment on, it was born in this world and shaped a greatness. Civilization.
Where does magic come from
Perhaps only one person can answer this question.
That is Tumen—
But at this moment, all wizards feel the power of the same root, as if a voice from the ancients is calling his people. The trembling from the depths of the heart is enough to shock everyone. .
Charles is responding with that unknown being.
"Silver Rod Mage, request the permission of the traveling mage."
"Permission, granted."
The young wizard gently flicked his robe, with silver flames flashing in his eyes. His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he couldn't help replying in a weird tone: "It turns out that this is the power of the traveling wizard—"
"It turns out that this is the source of the law."
He raised a finger.
"In the name of the book of wisdom, the law, the flowing wind and the shallow sea, the third law of the law-the dragon of the ether is displayed."
"Every moment, energy is always switching forms, it sweeps across the gallop, the stream is endless—"
Thousands of years ago, the Fanur people, a ethnic group who believed in the sun in the south of the Miner Plain, saw the migratory scene of the miraculous dragons. They were as blue as the sea and swept the sky.
Thousands of years later, the Cruz people witnessed this spectacular scene again.