The brass alarm bell of Pine Castle is hung on the towering spire. When it is rung, the sound of the bell spreads throughout most of the city. The sound of the bell is like an invisible ripple, spreading out and spreading everywhere it passes.
The streets and alleys that fell into a midnight slumber seemed to be injected with some kind of vitality, waking up one by one.
People took to the streets one after another, surprised and asking each other what happened.
Luc Besson was waiting for news in the eastern barracks of Riedenburg, but the clear sound of alarm bells came from the stone hole window. He turned his head and looked towards the dimly lit inner city, and his expression changed. Without waiting for the messenger outside, he opened the door.
When he came in to report, the leader of the swordsmen opened the door and shouted outside:
"Didn't you hear that? Get out of here! Get out of here and assemble! Let the second and third squadrons outside follow me immediately to Yusong Castle, Seiber, that idiot!"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Captain, where is the city gate?" Someone stood up and asked.
"Are you an idiot? Apart from that Highland knight, who else can attack Yusong Castle? That idiot Seber will hide the news and let himself suffer the consequences." After scolding him, he breathed a sigh of relief and spoke in a slightly more relaxed tone.
He said more slowly: "If something goes wrong with the man in the castle, just wait and face the wrath of His Majesty the King. Some people may want him dead, but I don't want to take the blame - as for the rest, just take care of me."
Just keep your eyes on the target!”
Everyone was startled, and then they all started to act.
Luc Besson breathed out, but when he thought that the opponent was a Highland knight and his mage retinue, he couldn't help but feel a little troublesome. The Highland knights have always been their own system in history, even in the Corcovado dynasty
Even in its most powerful period, the royal family couldn't do anything against these guys who were trying to protect their shortcomings, let alone him?
He couldn't help but secretly greet the female relatives of Lord Jinguo Seber.
Freya followed the girl as she walked down a long, deep alley. When she heard the bell, she was startled. She subconsciously turned around and raised her head to look over there with a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong?" the girl named Su asked.
"I'm sorry, it's nothing."
"There's going to be a war." Su suddenly said.
Freya was startled and turned back to look at her doubtfully.
"The nobles issued a ban on movement. This only happens when there is a war. Although everyone doesn't say it, they know it in their hearts. It has been like this every time before." Su said quietly from the front.
"You mean they knew there was going to be a war?"
"Who are they, noble lord? Of course they know, they have their own channels to collect information. Generally speaking, when the news starts to spread in the bars in the city, they already know it."
Freya did not answer, but clenched her fists. She lowered her head, leaving only a trace of calm anger flashing in her bright eyes.
"But why is there no response from the city?"
"We won't be able to see any reaction, but the nobles will definitely be prepared. The people in the city don't have to worry too much because Lidenburg is so strong. However, the prices of bread and wheat have increased by 10% today. These are the usual precautions.
An incredible change.”
"What if Fort Reeden is captured?"
"how come."
Freya couldn't help but think of Brando's decisive attitude. She shook her head and threw the thought out of her mind. "But I have a friend, and he said that Lidenburg will be breached."
"Then he must be a liar." Su replied calmly from the front.
After Charles rang the alarm bell, he went to the roof of the barracks. He glanced outside the moat from the edge of the protective wall. People and horses gathered on the street, and it was dark. It seemed that the private soldiers of the nobles had arrived first.
But this was not something he had to worry about. He withdrew his gaze and ran to the other side. He visually measured the distance from one end to the other end of the castle, then found a feasible route and lit the witch candle in his hand. He recalled
After a while, Brando taught him how to use it, and said silently: "et'ham——"
The first byte is to activate a part of the mana connected to the Dark Abyss. The twin goddess Elaine is in charge of this part of the mana. If witches do not use necromancy, they usually use this part of the mana as a medium - then Ciel raised the
The candle in his hand allowed the candlelight to reach almost fifteen feet away.
He selected a tree, and his whole body seemed to enter a channel of light for an instant and be pulled forward. When he recovered from his trance, he realized that he was already above the tree crown.
"It's really magical. She is indeed the witch of Brunoson." Charles looked around, and this time he chose another tree on the opposite side.
After repeating this seven or eight times, the candle in Charles's hand burned only a short section, but he was enough to reach the stone window on the other side. He raised the candle and placed it on the window, and then
Finally, the whole person fell into the corridor inside along a stream of light. When he recovered next time, he was already in darkness.
He shook his head to put aside the dizziness caused by the teleportation, and could already vaguely hear the sound of fighting coming from ahead.
It seems a little late, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, the lord will reserve some time. Charles comforted himself so much, but he didn't know that Brando was already eager to stab him with a sword at this time.
Time goes back to a few minutes ago——
When Brando opened the heavy oak door, he did not see the Earl hiding in the corner and shivering as expected. On the contrary, the light in the room was suitable, and the number of suet candles was enough to make the brightness not too dazzling.
, not too dim; and the latter happened to be sitting on the sofa leisurely, and the black velvet dress on his body was so neat that there was not even the tiniest wrinkle. He raised his head and looked level with Brando, and the short table in front of him was on the table.
Place the elf sword - the Thorn of Light.
Brando couldn't help being slightly startled when he saw this scene. He didn't expect that the important minister beside His Majesty had some courage. Of course, this also made him wary. The other party was confident, which meant that he must have something to rely on.
"I didn't expect it to be you, young man. I thought it was another assassin sent by those losers in Getsburg. But of course, you may also be an assassin hired by those guys with a lot of money. But can you tell me the answer?" The middle-aged man
Seeing him, I was slightly surprised, but still asked with a normal expression.
Gebsburg? Isn't this guy a royalist? Brando was confused for a while, but he shook his head and said: "I'm afraid not, but if you cooperate well, sir, I actually have no interest in killing you."
"Really, you're not interested in killing me? That's really a thank you, but unfortunately - I'm very interested in killing you." As the middle-aged man spoke, a crossbow suddenly appeared in his hand;
As soon as Lando saw a faint blue light flashing on the edge of the crossbow bolt, he realized that it was poisonous.
However, he had long been on guard against this move. He was very clear about the tricks of the nobles. As soon as the opponent made a move, he swung his sword to block the arrow with a 'ding' sound. However, before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, there was a sudden gust of wind behind him.
The sound came, and Brando's experience of life and death in countless battles made him subconsciously draw his sword back to block it behind him——
There was a loud noise, and Brando almost flew out and hit the cabinet on one side. After a crackling noise, he gritted his teeth and climbed up from a piece of wood fragments.
The high-ranking swordsman of Black Iron still attacks by surprise. Is this the law of heaven?
Brando couldn't help but feel scared for a while, thinking that it was a good thing that my previous opponent was the player, otherwise this sneak attack would not have stopped immediately? Of course, he remembered those old opponents in the game - the player did not, nor did he
They need the so-called dignity of masters. They are simply synonymous with shamelessness. Some people are even obscene just for the sake of being obscene. That is what real gangsters know about martial arts, and no one can stop them.
Therefore, Brando has long been accustomed to it, and guarding against sneak attacks has become an instinct for him. In other words, has anyone seen a player who doesn't like sneak attacks? But even so, the high-level black iron swordsman still makes him feel troublesome, so
But for a strong person whose strength is at least level 15, even if he activates the power burst, he may not be able to gain the slightest advantage.
The middle-aged man and his companions on the other side were also surprised. They thought that this inevitable blow actually failed. Although Brando looked embarrassed, in fact everyone knew each other clearly.
To an iron swordsman, that little bit of damage is nothing at all.
The middle-aged man frowned, but immediately said sarcastically: "I can't see that this insect-like commoner has a few more days left, but this can't change the outcome."
He picked up the elf sword on the short table and stood up, smiling coldly: "You also see the strength of my guard, you are no match for him. But also, how can a small character like you deserve to have such a treasure?
, I might as well give you a suggestion, either you chop off your dirty hands that have touched this sword, and I will let you live. Of course, I will decide on your two companions. I want them to be my female slaves.
I promise to be a little nicer to them, at least let them live like dogs, haha——"
As he spoke, he smiled wildly on his face.
Brando couldn't help but gasped after hearing this. His face darkened. Although he knew that the other party was deliberately irritating him, he still couldn't help but the anger rising in his heart. When he came to this world, he was the first person he came into contact with.
Roman and Freya, as well as everyone in the militia team, these people have a precious sense of reality to him relative to this world.
Just like the grandfather he saw in his dream, it became his greatest spiritual support in the world. For this reason, how could he tolerate this guy speaking dirty words here.
The fingers holding the sword turned slightly white.
The middle-aged man was secretly observing Brando's face, but he made a gesture with his companion with his hand behind his back. Both people in the room were a little surprised. Generally speaking, experienced swordsmen rarely lose their lives due to foreign objects.
Reasonable - but he didn't expect that he hit the opponent's reverse scale with just a casual try.
"Ulysses, force him!" the middle-aged man ordered with gestures.
The tall swordsman immediately approached Brando. His swordsmanship was superb, and there were almost no flaws that could be caught in the attack route. But Brando only had the middle-aged man in his eyes at the moment. He leaned forward and swung his sword.
The posture shown is the most radical offensive posture in military swordsmanship.
When Ulysses saw this, he couldn't help but smile to himself. A young boy is just a young boy, and he still dares to be so impetuous in front of an opponent who is stronger than him.
He couldn't help but clenched the sword in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one strike. He almost saw Brando revealing the space on his flank.
"Ulysses!" The middle-aged man suddenly shouted, and Ulysses subconsciously thought it was a signal for him to attack. Yes, at this moment, he had already seized a gap that Brando could not defend.
There was no time to retract his sword——
But only half of the ferocious smile on the tall man's face was revealed, and the silver-gray ring on Brando's right index finger caught his eye -
"oss!"
There was a loud noise, and there was no chance to retreat. The sharp thorns composed of air currents pushed forward. The face, chest and lower abdomen of the tall swordsman who had been hit in the front showed a strange depression, and then his whole body was hit by a huge
The wind pressure rushed to the ceiling - with a bang, a large upward hole opened in the ceiling. The light dimmed in an instant, and sand and stone debris rushed down, along with some viscous liquid and body fragments...
The middle-aged man on the other side barely reacted to this turn of events when a cold sword was placed on his neck from one side.
"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Brando slowly walked out of the smoke and asked coldly.
