"Mr. Seiber, look at that." The mercenary leader on the side took off the brass tube telescope and took a look at the spire, and then quickly handed it to the noble man next to him.
Lord Jinguo sat calmly on the horse - the horse was a high-blooded Eruin Anlek horse. Eruin's hussars used them to fight horses. Although they were later changed to bipedal flying dragons, the nobles still used horseback riding.
To show his identity - he took the telescope and took a look at it, and then handed it to his companion without changing his expression: the chubby industrialist Burnley.
Lord Jinguo is not too nervous. Even if Earl Doon dies on their territory, it will only bring their reputation into disrepute. Local nobles like them do not pay much attention to these things and pay more attention to practical benefits. His Majesty the King will hold him accountable.
, of course there is that old bastard Luc Besson taking charge, so it’s not the fault of local gentry like them.
To be honest, he wished something had happened to Earl Doon; but he did not dare to make it too obvious. He just deliberately misjudged the situation and gathered his private soldiers before launching an attack into the castle.
But there is one thing, he is bound to get the person. He will have an advantage if he gets the person. If the person is captured by the White Mane Legion, plus the charge of modifying military documents, the crime will probably be on him.
.
Burnley took the telescope and took a look at it with a smile, and then said: "There is someone on the top of the tower."
"Makalu, you go and call me archers. The strength must be at least high-level. Those who are not good should not come. The opponent is a black iron swordsman." Lord Jinguo pointed upward and turned to face the previous one.
The mercenary leader ordered.
"No problem, sir, just watch. Whether he is a black iron swordsman or a highland knight, I will definitely turn him into a hedgehog." The mercenary leader agreed, turned his horse's head and left.
The private soldiers of the nobles separated into two lines behind, holding torches for the captain to trot over. Not far away, knights were noisily galloping up and down on the river beach, and the scene was chaotic and chaotic with flames dancing.
Lord Jinguo frowned: "What a vulgar guy."
"They appeared there, could it be said that the Earl of Doune has-" Burnley smiled and made a gesture of swiping on his neck.
"Huh, he is just the second generation of the Lulais Bulman family. He only relies on his words to please the Holy Emperor. He thinks he is an important minister around His Majesty and does not take the whole world in his eyes. A person like him is arrogant for a while when he is favored, and will be seen by future generations.
People are disgusted. Therefore, it is normal to die on the street." Lord Jinguo snorted from his nose.
"This wonderful man is a famous naturalist and connoisseur in the court. Your Majesty values him for this reason." Burnley pointed out the omissions in his companion's language intentionally or unintentionally.
"Just a jester."
While the two were discussing, a report came from a horse. The knight drove up to them on his panting horse and reported: "Your lord, the White Mane Corps has arrived."
"Oh? How many people are here?" Lord Jinguo asked.
"More than twenty, like pioneers."
"Keep them out." He pointed with his riding crop and ordered.
"yes--"
As soon as the knight left, another knight came up beside him and reported: "My lord, the archers are in position."
Lord Jinguo nodded: "That's enough, let Grantson step up the attack into the city. I had long suspected that they had the ability to fly, and now it seems that they are inseparable, but this time they can't fly even if I ask them to give them wings."
"
"That's the Highland Knights, what are you going to do about it?" Burnley asked from the side.
"It was originally a tricky matter, but since he blatantly killed that idiot, no one can protect them even if he is a member of the White Knights, let alone a descendant of the Highland Knights."
Lord Jinguo raised his head and happened to see a black shadow falling on the top of the spire, and then flying towards their heads carrying the two men. He immediately tightened the reins of his horse and turned around to look, just in time to see his archers opening their long swords.
The bow, under the command of a sharp whistle, fired thousands of arrows——
"Wow, Lord Lord! They have archers!" Ciel was leaning on the claws of the gargoyle while screaming loudly in fear.
"Nonsense, you don't have to say it, I saw it too!" Brando replied angrily. He cut an arrow in half with his backhand sword and dropped it. The force coming from his hand was faintly numb - his heart sank.
, the other party had at least a black iron level one archer - speaking of it, the two of them were hooked by the claws of the gargoyle, and the arrows from below flew towards it, hitting the wings of the gargoyle, although they were still there for a moment.
I didn't win, but if I flew closer Brando thought he would be too busy.
"Fly down." He ordered in a deep voice.
"Flying downwards?" Ciel's eyes widened, thinking that his lord must be crazy. Why should he be shot into a hedgehog if he flies like this?
"We can't fly over, and it's too late to turn back. They are surrounded by their people. Instead of doing this, we might as well fight to the death, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope." Brando let out a flat breath and stared closely below.
said the dark crowd.
"Lord, you are really full of gambling."
"Believing in your own abilities is called bravery, and placing your fate on luck is called recklessness. There is a thin line between recklessness and courage. The key lies in how to grasp it. This is one of my mottos in the game. You should remember it well."
Lando turned back to his followers and said.
"game?"
"Didn't I tell you, life is like a game, and games are like life." Brando suddenly laughed, his heart widened, and he felt that his mind was sober as never before.
The gargoyle flew lower, and the whistling wind surrounded their ears. The two of them could almost clearly see the noble soldiers below with their bows drawn. However, as soon as the bowstring moved, another wave of arrows flew towards them. Brando gritted his teeth to block it.
But he still passed by with an arrow, bringing up a splash of blood.
The gargoyle made a turn in the air and attracted most of the firepower. As the most famous monsters with defense capabilities above level 20, even a blow from Brando's Wind Queen Ring could not make it lose its mobility. These drizzle-like
Bows and arrows naturally cannot defeat it.
It's a pity that its maneuverability in the air is average, otherwise Brando could order it to use special flying skills to cover the two of them flying out. Brando thought for a while and took out a ruby from his arms. This ruby was the one he got from
Obtained from the noble's corpse: "Has your mana been restored?"
"certainly."
"Here, give me a bow."
"Bow?" Charles took the ruby and was stunned: "Lord, at this time, based on my personal suggestion, a shield is better than a bow."
"Offense is the best defense, Ciel." Brando replied.
"Then look at me -" the young mage retinue nodded, holding up the gem. "Projection ability, force conversion, bow structure -" With the bright ruby as the center, invisible lines are pulled out one by one. They are very
Quickly interweave a network of light, and the light surface bends to form a long bow made of lines.
The longbow has no entity and is only composed of connected lines, which is full of mysticism. The arms and strings of the bow are filled with complex legal textures and ancient runes, which represent the power under this law.
.Because construction itself is a type of law magic, a sub-branch of gem magic. It is used to exchange the energy in gems to materialize the line of law in this world - the only law represented by the materialization of this bow is
Projection ability.
Therefore, it can shoot without arrows.
Seeing Brando take the bow, Ciel reminded: "My will energy is only enough to fire the bow four times."
"Try it."
The third wave of arrows came as expected——
"What kind of monster is that?" Lord Jinguo asked, pointing at the gray creature with huge wingspan behind Brando. Burnley beside him flashed his eyes, but did not answer.
"That is a gargoyle, my lord, a creation of the great craftsman Buga. It is a kind of war puppet."
On the contrary, a mercenary answered respectfully next to him.
"Is that the gargoyle?" Lord Jinguo's expression changed. He couldn't help but take a breath of air. He had long heard that the highland wizards of Karasu were a branch of the Buga wizard. It seemed that the rumors were indeed credible.
He couldn't help but make some calculations in his mind. It was okay to offend the Highland Knights, but it would cost people's lives to offend the great wizards of Buga——
"Sir Sebor, we have no choice." Burnley's eyes moved and he added fuel to the fire.
Seeing Lord Jinguo suddenly turning back to look at him, the industrialist was shocked and realized that he seemed to have gone too far. The fat man smiled and shook his head: "But Wizard Buga is really not easy to offend.
——”
Lord Jinguo raised his head again, feeling a little uneasy.
Brando used his sword to fly away the stray arrows, and then threw down the long sword he got from the guard. He raised his bow and looked for the commander of the opponent's archer, but soon a man came into view.
His eyes.
The mercenary leader Makalu stood among the archers. At first, he almost didn't believe that the other party was so boldly swooping towards the position. But he quickly recognized the monster - it was a gargoyle, a product of the long-term battle.
The experience immediately gave him a sense of danger.
He immediately shouted to the adjutant on the side: "It's close enough, let the archers fire another wave of volleys!"
The private soldiers of the nobles all understand the meaning of this sentence. After a wave of volleys, there will be free fire. Then the cavalry on both sides will prepare to block the site.
The private soldiers opened their bows one after another——
Brando also took a breath, and the bow trembled slightly in his hand. Although the bow of law did not require skill, it was difficult for him to maintain balance on the undulating paws of the highlands. He aimed for a few seconds and gently loosened the bow string.
, a white light shot out of his hand - the white light passed through the crowd and hit about five meters behind Makalu, splashing a piece of gravel.
"Oh." Charles sighed on the side.
Brando did not panic, but seemed more calm. He opened his bow again, and the arrow passed through two people and hit an archer behind Makalu, directly blowing the latter away.
He opened the bow again, but Makalu was already retreating in panic. He thought it was a wizard attacking him - any ordinary person would subconsciously be frightened when facing a wizard.
This arrow knocked the opponent's adjutant off his horse, and Brando had already corrected it more accurately.
"The last arrow, Lord Lord! They are going to fight back!"
Brando frowned when he saw Makalu getting into the crowd. He hesitated, turned his head and shot an arrow into the group of archers. The arrow passed through the dense crowd and blew away three or four people.
The archers on the side were so frightened that they gave way.
As soon as the center retreated, the formation of the private soldiers suddenly became chaotic due to the push.
This gave Brando time. He realized that his judgment was correct, so he immediately ordered the gargoyles to be raised up and over the heads of these people. But just when he thought he was in danger, a lasso was shot from the crowd, accurately
The ground hit one of the gargoyle's wings.
Brando was horrified and looked back - it was the mercenary leader, Makalu.
At this time, the gargoyle had flown very close to the ground, and with this pull, the two of them and the war puppet were pulled down from the sky.
The gargoyle dragged the rope and drew a semi-arc in the sky, and then crashed to the river beach not far away. Makalu shouted excitedly, let go of the rope, and rushed to the side beside him regardless of the blood on his hands.
The private soldier shouted: "Go! Catch them!"
The situation seemed to have reversed immediately.
