"Then, that's the Dragon Power Potion... How come there are so many!" The black-haired boy standing far behind saw Brando's young men drinking the Dragon Power Potion and couldn't help being shocked and almost bit it off.
own tongue.
"Luonuo, what's wrong?" The rich lady in the flower-leaf collar seemed to have just reacted from the previous fright. She asked unconsciously in a low voice - as if a slightly louder voice would make the ferocious Eruin
It's like a country bumpkin lured me here.
"He, does he regard Dragon Power Potion as boiled water..." Luonuo said with some hatred: "It would be great if it was used on knights with higher talents."
When he said this, he was really worried about the ancients.
"What's all the fuss about Dragon Power Potion?" Elman glanced at his companion a little coldly. When he thought Brando was going to kill them, he pushed him. Although it could be said to be an instinctive reaction, but
The Viscount knew very well that the feud was settled.
He thought that instead of explaining, it would be better to make a decision immediately. Although the other party was a genius, genius only represented future potential. In this dark forest, he had many opportunities to make the other party have no future.
When Ronno heard what he said, he also turned around and glanced at his 'companion'. Different from Elman's indifference, the black-haired boy wrote his contempt for the other party on his face.
Man's behavior made him angry and disdainful:
"What do you know? That is the real and pure dragon power potion. The stuff you took is just junk like what those young people took."
"If I'm not mistaken, that purity may be a real dragon blood product."
The black-haired boy did not hide his contempt, which made Elman secretly take a breath, but he did not show it on his face. He just gave Brando a cold look over there.
"Okay, it's almost time to go back. It's too late if you don't leave." The viscount said again. He didn't feel comfortable saying that coming out this time was a mistake - but this was the suggestion of the little princess with a mosaic collar.
Even if something goes wrong, he has to take the responsibility on himself.
Unlike Rono, he had seen many geniuses, but he could only have one heir to Duke Mandhil.
He was willing to take risks and come here just to please this little princess.
But Brando's sword almost destroyed his perfect image before. At that time, he thought he was going to die. Since he was going to die, the alchemy genius and the rich lady with a flower-leaf collar were meaningless.
At the moment of life and death, your own life is the most realistic.
But he didn't expect that damn Eruin man to just give them a warning. Elman took a deep breath with a cold face. Fortunately, the wealthy lady was so frightened that she didn't notice anything at all. Although Rono
I have a grudge against him, but I'm not the kind of person who likes to gossip.
However, it still made Viscount Elman uneasy that his control was in the hands of others. He looked at Ronno with the eyes of a corpse.
"Look over there!" At this moment, Faina suddenly shouted.
Everyone felt a slight light under the night sky.
A pair of huge, blue, transparent wings spread out almost across the battlefield.
But those were not wings made of light, but miniature magic arrays. Sylph spiders appeared in the air one by one, with a shining golden holy sword hanging.
The light wings turned golden in an instant.
Everyone gasped. Although it was not the first time for some of them to see this scene, under the night sky, there were countless golden holy swords shining and hanging upside down. Compared with the spectacular display during the day, it was even more spectacular.
It has an air of fantasy.
Count Odin raised his head, almost petrified, and the Eruin nobles behind him were even more shocked - what is this?
Spell?
Their eyes fell from the huge light curtain in the sky to Brando. Is this the young man's spell? But shouldn't the young noble be a swordsman in the golden field?
This is not the skill of a magic swordsman.
Or should we say, dual cultivation of incantation and magic?
Brando didn't care about other people's eyes, or he was already used to it. He just pursed his lips and pointed forward with the Sword of the Earth in his hand.
"Lower your head!"
"Lower your head! Lord Lord, the attack has begun!" The leaders of each group understood the situation and immediately shouted.
The knights on one side were slightly stunned. They subconsciously turned around and saw a dazzling light in the sky - the white light made everyone squint.
Then a beam of light penetrated the sky and the earth.
The light beam stabbed straight down, as if a sharp sword penetrated the body of a black wolf. A single black wolf has the strength of Peak Black Iron, but under the blow of the holy sword, Peak Black Iron's physical defense is only as fragile as
It's a piece of paper.
The light beam first burned through the black wolf's fur, and then turned its internal organs into flying ash. The black wolf still maintained the support of the forward pounce, but with a plop sound, it turned into a pile of lint in mid-air and exploded, turning into ashes.
fall.
Then more light beams shot down, some of them almost grazed the heads of the knights, and the terrifying power made everyone shrink their heads.
But the luck of the black wolf locked by the light beam was not so good. Almost every time the light beam flashed, it would take away the lives of two or three black wolves.
Brando directed dozens of beams of dragoon system to sweep across the position two or three times, as if a golden palm plowed through the tide of black wolves two or three times, causing the number of these monsters to instantly increase.
It was reduced by more than half, and Black Wolf's first wave of offensive immediately collapsed.
Brando can get 7 or 8 experience points from each black wolf he kills, and this one attack allowed him to get close to 300 experience points.
As soon as the Black Wolf's offensive weakened, the young people and knights suddenly felt the pressure relax. They immediately heard Brando shouting from behind: "Attack forward!"
Odin was taken aback. His original intention was to fight and retreat, so that he could join the main force of the Eruin envoy, or at least retreat to the defense line of the druids behind him.
"Lord Lord!" he shouted.
"Brando, Baron Fir." Brando replied.
"Monsieur Baron," Odin shouted: "We have to retreat, it is too unsafe in front."
Brando smiled and pointed forward with his sword: "Eruin will never retreat."
Ou Ding was stunned, and he thought that this young man was crazy. Although they had a large number of silver-strength deployments, facing the endless tide of wolves, this manpower was just a pebble in the sea.
.
"Lord Baron," Robberon also ran up from behind at this time. Although he looked down on Brando at first, the latter at least helped them teach those arrogant Tuoquinin beasts a lesson, which made him feel a little bit more sorry for Brando.
I feel a little better about it.
But Brando's decision is too shocking. Now there are only twenty or thirty people on their side. If Brando wants to insist on moving forward, they can only follow Brando.
Roberon looked at the black wolves pouring out of the forest like a tidal wave and the encirclement they were about to form, and felt the earth tremble under his feet. That feeling was really uncomfortable.
This broad and fat guy tried to persuade him loudly despite the troublesome feeling on his scalp: "Lord Baron, please calm down. If we go any further, we will all be torn into pieces!"
But Brando shook his head.
"Count Roberon, you are wrong, we will not do it." He pointed to the right: "Look, our reinforcements are coming."
Roberon was stunned and quickly looked in that direction. He saw a small group of black wolves in that direction that had bypassed their position far away and wanted to outflank the camp from one side. However, at this moment, they seemed to have been attacked head-on and were running away in a hurry.
A flash of light in the forest.
The silver spear reflected the light of the torch. The ground shook, and a group of half-white centaurs emerged from the forest. They were wearing silver armor, carrying spears on their backs, and holding large bows that had never been seen before by humans.
Chasing and shooting the black wolves.
Every arrow.
There was a black wolf rolling on the ground and dying.
Many white centaurs also rode a druid wearing a grass cloak. The druids raised their bent wooden staffs. Huge vines ran along both sides of them, and those green 'tentacles' rolled up from the soil.
He stood up, rolled up the corpses of the black wolves, and threw them into the fleeing black wolves. Many black wolves were smashed and rolled to the ground.
They got up in embarrassment, and then were chased by the centaur and shot.
There were at least several hundred of those centaurs. When they launched their attack close to the edge of the forest, it was like a group of heavy cavalry entering the field, cutting into the flank of the black wolf with a heavy roar, changing the battlefield situation in an instant.
The centaurs continued to move forward. They cut between the positions of the black wolf and Brando, blocking the front of Brando and his party who were attacked. Then one of the centaurs, who looked older, escaped from the crowd.
out.
This centaur wore armor that was different from everyone else. It had a pair of horns that curved backwards on its shoulder armor. The exquisite breastplate fit the skin and outlined the massive muscles with metal. It held a spear and came to Brando
He shouted:
"Human, I am Huade! We already know the proposal of the Druid elders, and we will cover you to break through the first wave of wolf disaster!"
A group of Eruin nobles were taken aback. They immediately looked back at Brando, wondering what kind of agreement this domestic noble had reached with these druids.
"Do you agree?" Brando asked: "What about the tree elves?"
"Here I am, young man."
The light behind Centaur Huard was distorted, revealing a tall elf with green hair, a leaf headdress and a cloak, and a naked upper body and chest.
He carries a long bow on his back. This bow is almost much larger than the one used by the centaur. People even wonder how this elf can draw a bow.
But as soon as the elf appeared, Antitina behind Brando was surprised: "It's you."
This elf was exactly the one she and Qian had seen in the afternoon.
The other party smiled slightly and nodded: "If it were another human being, I might reject the proposal of the Druid elders, but I have a good impression of you, young man. Maybe I can try to believe your words."
Brando was also stunned, wondering how this guy seemed to know him. But looking at Antitina's reaction, he probably guessed something, so he nodded:
"I don't have time to chat, so let me tell you my plan first."