Scene 225 Your sword shines forever, Eruin (Part 1)
Scene 225: Your sword will always shine, Eruin (Part 1)
The Black Wolf Lord ran at the front. His hair was pitch black and as hard as steel thorns. His eyes were like a ball of green fire burning, like a devil born in hell. When he ran, he landed on all fours, and his sharp claws radiated with cold light, crack, crack.
It ran wildly on the dead leaves in the forest. The soldiers' eyes could not catch up with its speed. They could only watch it go from another mountain to the valley, and then from the valley to the opposite woods. All the arrows fell behind it.
Watching it approach.
The herald tremblingly gave the order to lay down the spears, but the noble soldiers of Grusz retreated in waves, and there seemed to be a few visible ripples on the position. Sir Gruss and his knights were holding long swords.
He was supposed to supervise the battle, but the wolf disaster has been a nightmare for Tony Geer and the people in the forest for generations. The black shadow escaping in the forest is a sign of the doomsday that swallows everything in the myth. The knights also turned pale.
"How could we meet this ghost!" Grus cursed.
The Grus are still able to maintain their position, but the mountain people are even more afraid of the wolf disaster. Several tribes in the rear group have secretly dispersed, and the tribes in the front are also in chaos. This is what they have heard since childhood and have been ingrained in their hearts.
Once the fear spreads, it will be like a disaster falling from the sky. No matter how brave the warrior is, his liver and gallbladder will be broken, and his helmet and armor will be discarded.
The black wolves arrived at the front of the formation, less than a hundred steps away, and the archers' shots had no effect on them. Sir Grusz had golden strength and excellent eyesight. He could see at a glance that the soft shots could not even penetrate the black wolves' hair.
.The army behind him is moving forward. The Grizzly Bear Lord is cunning, wavering and cannot be relied on. He can only order his soldiers to come forward. People cannot outrun the black wolf, and neither can horses. Sir Grus has lived in the south for thirty years.
, very clear about this.
The coldness in the forest was overwhelming, but what was even colder was the chill in my heart. There were only a few hundred black wolves, which looked like foals. They were so fast that they seemed endless. The sweat on my palms condensed on the hilt of the sword, as if
Breathing also condensed.
But first a young knight ran out of the forest.
Brando raised his head.
Grusz first thought it was his scout, but then he found out that it was not his scout. The young man raised his head and looked at him. The two faced each other from a distance, but he felt that he had been completely seen through.
"Who are you?" Grushi had a bad premonition.
"Sir Grouch, when you are dreaming now, do you still think of that decisive turn back on the battlefield of Kondenal? You lost your honor on the battlefield, and now I have brought it back to you."
Brando screamed as soon as he opened his mouth, his face turned pale, as if he had fallen into the deepest nightmare. Sir Grusz trembled and pointed at Brando: "You...you..." He lost his temper on the battlefield twenty years ago.
He thought that no one knew about the escape of his comrades, but now a young man exposed it.
Brando said nothing. He actually did not intend to ridicule the other party. As he said, he just brought back the lost honor for the other party.
The black wolves behind him had surged out like a tide. Horses and wolves are opposite creatures, but Brando could stand motionless in the tide of wolves while riding a horse. The strange scene made people even more frightened. Then
The black wolf collided with the noble Grus soldiers.
It's as if the black paint blends into the gray-green lines.
At that moment, time slowed down, and the flat spears all stabbed the colt-sized black wolf, but the metal spear points could not penetrate the black wolf's hard hair, let alone the rocky deck below. The spears bent one after another,
The cracked, crackling, and broken wood chips along the grain caused a cloud of smoke to rise from the front line of the position.
Most of the noble soldiers of Grus are still white-ranked. The lower-ranking non-commissioned officers in the infantry often only have the strength of the black iron rank. How can they be the opponent of the black wolf in the silver rank? The first line of defense composed of thousands of infantrymen is almost
It was pierced in an instant and turned into a sieve riddled with holes.
The human soldiers began to retreat continuously, mixed with cries and screams.
Sir Grouch seemed to have just reacted to his nightmare at this time, and he immediately ordered his knights to stabilize the second line of defense. The knights all had silver combat power, and they took over the command as soon as they entered the position.
Trying to stabilize the morale of the army with the help of ordinary soldiers.
But the Gruss position had begun to habitually collapse towards the center, and the wolves tore out a huge hole. The center of this hole was pointed at Sir Gruss on the top of the mountain. It seemed that it was because of what Brando said before.
However, the knight of Jean Denel never retreated, holding a long sword and silently watching the development of the battle below.
The knights seemed to have been instructed to enter the two wings. The two wings that were least attacked by the black wolves quickly stabilized. The Grus gradually discovered that the number of black wolves was actually not many. After a commotion, the soldiers began to try to outflank them from behind.
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Have you given up on the main line?
What a bold decision.
Brando raised his head among the wolves. He and Sir Grus looked at each other from a distance, no more than a kilometer apart. This distance was not too close or too far on Warnd's battlefield, and it could be said to test the courage and wisdom of the commanders on both sides.
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The Lord Sir stood there motionless, looking at him, actually wanting to use himself as a bet, and wanted to surround him and the wolves.
Such courage did not surprise Brando, because he had expected it.
In just a moment, the wolves were completely surrounded. There were two hundred black wolves and more than a hundred black iron-centered shadow rock beasts to help. They faced dozens of times as many human soldiers.
It is no longer possible to retreat. What the two sides are comparing is who can reach victory first.
Brando raised the Sword of the Earth.
The wolves automatically separated a path for him, and the Pegasus sitting down seemed to feel the urging of its master and began to accelerate. His mount was not an ordinary Pegasus, but a gift from the tree elves - this flying horse.
The horse is a natural spirit with silver blood, a descendant of Saint Macalanaar, a silver seed, and a fantasy creature on the same level as the unicorn. It is stronger and faster than ordinary Pegasus, and it also has the ability to control
The power of plants and wind - Brando is now riding on the wings of the wind and traveling in the wind.
Like a stretched white line, there were no wolves in front of him, but pale human soldiers holding spears. The long sword in Brando's hand drew an arc, as if seven long swords appeared at the same time,
With several clanging sounds, more than a dozen spears were sent flying by him at the same time.
Brando stretched his left hand forward and shouted: "Grant me the authority, strong wind."
This is the elementalist's two-ring wind spell, beam.
The bursting airflow scattered out, and a hurricane seemed to be generated behind Brando. He moved forward, and the wind wall also moved forward. The soldiers in front of him were pushed away to form a hemispherical human wall, and the human wall scattered in mid-air.
Well, these unlucky guys fell into the crowd far away.
The black wolf lord, whose back is as tall as a giant beast, walks side by side with his master. It is born with the strength of peak silver. After turning into stone, strips of rock decks appear on the shoulder armor, forehead and back, which greatly improves its strength and defense.
At this moment, it is approaching the golden stage, and ordinary soldiers cannot get close to it at all. It roars like a wolf, and its momentum alone can scare a group of people until their legs weaken.
One man and one wolf instantly opened up a nearly fifty-meter-long no-man's strip among the crowd. Behind them, the black wolves followed up, widening the passage.
But two knights rushed out diagonally, one on the left and one on the right, trying to block Brando's way. The sword of the earth in Brando's hand was flat, and a sword light flashed across his armor, including the man and the horse. The upper bodies of the two knights and their horses
Their heads flew high together.
Kill the silver level instantly.
All the Grusz noble soldiers who were rushing up were frightened at this moment, and all stopped in their tracks. In the Golden Realm, this is no longer a battle that mortals like them can intervene in.
Brando rode forward again, and the enemy soldiers retreated to open up a way for him. Such a spectacle was like turning against each other on the battlefield. Sir Grouch also changed his face. Such a young golden man
Level, this is definitely a genius who can calculate the Eru factor.
And this was not the first level of gold. Seeing the fields of glowing elements on Brando's sword, Grus felt that the hope in his heart had turned to freezing point.
"What on earth is going on? These rebels..."
But when Brando saw that Grouch still had no intention of making any move, he knew it in his heart. He looked around and saw that two gold-level fluctuations had erupted in the crowd, "Sure enough, there is an ambush, more than two gold-level ones.
"He looked at the two swordsmen who were attacking him. They were both at the beginning of the gold level, with fresh faces. They were either secretly trained or hired. The wealth of the great nobles was certainly rich.
Brando didn't feel nervous at all. He still moved forward, raised his sword and struck at the first golden swordsman who rushed towards him. This sword, including the sprinting power of both men and horses, was not reserved at all.
It cuts straight, like a shooting star, moving forward inexorably.
That almost frightened the golden swordsman of the Denel family. He had never seen such a crazy person. He completely gave up on defense even though he knew it was one-on-one. This sword was clearly "I will fight for my life not to take it."
I'll give you a knife' - it has no technical content at all, but it is enough to scare people and drive them crazy.
But of course he didn't want to die with Brando, but the sword came too fast, and he couldn't dodge in time, so he could only raise his sword to parry. He was extremely depressed. He originally attacked first, but was beaten by the opponent.
The madman's playing style was counter-pressured. Now he can only hope that his companions can seize Brando's desperate opportunity. The two of them have been working together for many years, and they will not miss such an obvious opportunity.
But what happened next made him a little unexpected. He saw Brando's sword slashing on his blade, and the huge force almost broke his hand. The guy kicked
Teng' stepped back repeatedly, gritting his teeth and cursing secretly while trying to find balance. But when he raised his head, he found that Brando had already struck with another perfect sword as if he didn't need to find his center of gravity again.
