With an extremely shrill scream, the gargoyle swooped down, grabbed Sir Burnley's shoulders with its hook-like claws, and lifted the spherical figure into the air. The industrialist didn't react at first.
He came over and danced in panic and wanted to shout, but when he saw his situation clearly, he turned pale with fear and could not move.
Everyone raised their heads. Although they felt contempt in their hearts, they also knew that it would not be any better if they were replaced.
Brando held a sword in one hand and stood alone in front of the army. He waved forward without looking back: "Gargoyle, uom! (Witch language: Come back!)"
He turned back again, and as if the tide of the sea was ebbing, hundreds of people took a step back under his gaze. As soon as the noble private soldiers retreated, Charles was revealed behind him, held up by countless spears.
"Don't move, I surrender!" Upon seeing this, the young wizard's retinue raised his hands without saying anything, indicating that he had no intention of resisting at all.
I said, this guy has some backbone, right? Brando couldn't help but sigh and shook his head when he saw this. But Charles didn't seem to see it and instead blinked at him, meaning: Let's see the lord next.
It's all yours, sir. I've tried my best. Fortunately, I didn't make Brando mad to death.
At this time, the white-maned riders were entering the scene. They formed a semi-encirclement behind Brando, seemingly planning to take over control of the scene from these chaotic noble private soldiers.
Lord Jinguo in the distance couldn't help but want to curse loudly when he saw this scene, but on the one hand he lost Makalu, on the other hand Burnley, who had been helping him with suggestions, was now hanging in the air, and his other
Captain Grantson is attacking the castle, and there is almost no one around him except a ragtag group of people.
He endured it and had no choice but to ride up alone. In fact, he was holding back the cold sweat on his vest. He almost thought that the gargoyle's charge just now was directed at him: but the young man captured Burnley
What to do?
Lord Jinguo came to the encirclement with doubts in his heart, and led a group of nobles and gentry to stand opposite Luc Besson. Neither side had much to say - or in other words, there was nothing to talk about at all. The nobles and gentry of Golan-Elson and
Conflicts between local regiments have a long history - no need for superficial politeness.
The 'tiger' Luc Besson on the other side was more like a javelin standing on horseback. This dark-skinned soldier glanced at the gentry and nobles headed by Lord Jinguo and smiled disdainfully. Although he was in
White Mane Legion, but his heart is with the Royal Party's revivalist faction, and he looks down on both sides. Naturally, he will not be as knowledgeable as these guys who he considers to be short-sighted.
On the contrary, his eyes fell on Brando. This young man who could remain calm in front of the army and defeated his four captains with one sword was what really aroused his interest. But it gave him a hard time.
To his surprise, the young man's eyes fell on him through the crowd.
Does he know me?
Luc Besson frowned, but quickly calmed down. "Young man, I will give you a chance to put down poor Sir Burnley. You have also seen that your companion is also in our hands." He opened his mouth,
He took over overall command from Lord Jinguo.
As soon as Brando heard this voice, he recognized it as "Tiger" Luc Besson. Before the First Black Rose War, he heard him speak several times from a distance while doing honorary tasks at the Reedenberg Fortress.
‘Tiger’ Luc Besson, a high-ranking silver swordsman, is one of the most outstanding in strength in the entire Eruin.
Brando did not dare to be careless in front of such a great master. He breathed a sigh of relief to relax himself, and at the same time his thoughts were whirling. He looked at Lord Jinguo on the side, and then at Luc Besson, knowing that his chance of survival was at hand.
It is based on the opposition between the two parties.
This opposition did not arise by chance.
In Lidenburg, the confrontation between the local noble assembly and the local legion forces, like most conflicts in this ancient country, starts with Eruin's unique political system. Because it originated from the divided Gruz Empire, Eruin
The law was born out of the black imperial code, but after a long war of lords, in order to avoid a repeat of history - the fourth monarch of the kingdom, An Yin I, re-established the rule that the royal family controls the army and local military and political divisions are divided.
system.
Based on principalities and counties, the lords formed small 'countries' one after another. Within these countries, the lords enjoyed complete local legislative and administrative powers. However, in terms of taxation, the king controlled all mines and forest farms in any territory.
It enjoys the primary taxing power with farmland, while the nobles only have the secondary taxing power. In addition, except for the militia and garrison, the nobles are not allowed to form their own private army. Local defense is responsible for the various legions controlled by the royal family members.
Through the tax collector-central army system, in the era of strong royal power, the royal family closely monitored the local area and established a powerful Eruin Kingdom. However, Brando knew that as long as people are human, they will make mistakes, and there are hidden dangers behind the temporary glory.
The hidden worries of this kingdom are that as the royal power declines, its shortcomings gradually emerge.
The conflict stems from the division within the royal family. Since Edward the Faithful ascended the throne about sixty years ago, Eruin entered the reign of the Corcovado dynasty. Duke Anlek, who also has the right to inherit, has always been resentful of this.
After the separation within the royal family, different factions began to appear in the local legions.
When the royal family found that it could not effectively control the huge army, the authority of the central government began to weaken; in fact, since the Year of the Cave Beast, the king's tax collectors cannot even enter one-third of the territory, and the prestige of the royal family has been weakened.
This shows how far it has been weakened.
He knew that in fact, since Grand Duke Anlek, who inherited his father's business, forced the then Oberg VI to change the new defense decree eleven years ago, the only military force really controlled by the royal family was the Praetorian Guard.
He's Black Blade Legion and the column of the 11th Freelancer Company stationed in Amperthal.
Based on this background, although the influence of the royal family on the local area is getting weaker and weaker, even so, the local area is not monolithic, and the struggle for power between local nobles and local legions has become fierce. Just like in the Golan-
Elson, the feud between Count Pula and Grand Duke Golan-Elson has long been a topic of conversation.
In Lidenberg, this contradiction is reflected in Lord Jinguo and Luc Besson. Although they all hold the same attitude towards abandoning the Butchi area, who will bear this responsibility in the end has to be left to their own devices.
Using means - Luc Besson must have been at a disadvantage originally, but now the appearance of his group has made things turn for the better.
The turning point is whether he is Buqi's militia. As long as they are around, Lord Jinguo's pre-prepared excuse will become a lie and deceive the king. This is not a trivial matter. Although the royal family is a royal family in name only,
But the central government's accusation can be a legitimate excuse for nobles to criticize each other.
After thinking about this, Brando realized that his life was not in danger for at least a while. Maybe Lord Jinguo would want him to die, but he still had to ask Luc Besson whether he agreed.
Brando suddenly felt a little sad. He had actually known all this for a long time, but he just couldn't explain it clearly to Freya. If the girl knew that all their efforts were destined to be ruined in the hands of these people who would fight each other at the last moment.
, I’m afraid she won’t be able to accept it for a while.
It's sad to say that he has to thank Martha for making these people short-sighted, so that he can take advantage of this opportunity to speak. After hearing Luc Besson's words, he couldn't help but sneer: "It's really ridiculous, everyone."
His words that made no sense at all made everyone stunned.
"Ridiculous?" Luc Besson laughed condescendingly while riding on his horse: "What's so ridiculous about it?"
Brando wanted to make you stop laughing right away. He waved his hand to let the gargoyle come to him. Then he threw the elf sword in his hand and switched it from his left hand to his right hand.
"Sir Luc Besson." He turned his head again: "My lord, do you want me to put this damn fat man down?" He patted Burnley's face with his hand, and couldn't help but flash in his mind the first time an hour or two ago.
The scene when I saw these people.
The scene where Earl Doon confiscated his sword and then raised it——
These memories flowed through his heart like running water, calming him down. He raised his head and replied: "I think it's funny that some people don't know they are about to die. Do you really think that Lidenburg can sit back and relax?"
, Madala’s army does not dare to set foot in Eruin territory?”
"Madara?" Luc Besson and Lord Jinguo were stunned again.
"Boy, what exactly do you want to say?" Lord Jinguo was still thinking about the relationship between the other party and Wizard Gabu, so he couldn't help but move forward and asked.
Brando didn't talk nonsense to them, but picked up the sword and put it next to Sir Burnley's neck. Before he said a word, the elf sword had already shone brightly, and a layer of fluorescent light shone on its surface.
"Sir Burnley is wealthy and well-informed. Can you tell me the origin of this sword?" Brando suddenly smiled coldly and asked in the tone of someone.
The fat man who was grabbed by the gargoyle suddenly started struggling desperately and kept retreating.
But Brando ignored him. He finally confirmed what he was thinking at this moment, and couldn't help but angrily said: "This sword is called the Thorn of Light, a sword born from light. All undead souls have no escape from it.
Shape, it’s a pity that you only focus on admiring the sword, but forget the situation when Earl Doune got this sword, you short-sighted fools.”
"My lords, do you think this fat pig is your companion? It's really ridiculous. Tagus has planted spies among you a long time ago and you don't know it-"
Luc Besson and a group of nobles were stunned, not knowing whether it was true or not. Although the swordsman leader of the White Mane Legion subconsciously believed Brando's words, he would rather hope that what the other party said was not true.
But Brando had already raised his sword and pierced Burnley's spherical body. The latter wailed, and his body quickly shriveled up, and then his appearance quickly changed, turning into a hateful, shriveled monster.
"Corpse Witch!" Luc Besson recognized this thing at first sight.
Upon seeing this, Lord Jinguo sat back on his horse and shouted: "Impossible!"
His reaction shocked everyone, and almost everyone turned their attention to him. Only Brando looked cold, knowing what had happened at this moment, history had not changed, but he did not understand this day in history until today
What exactly happened, and why did Reedenberg fall so quickly?
But Lord Jinguo only felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Every word the damn fat man said to him now seemed to him like a vicious trap. In order to hunt down Brando and his party, he had already occupied three thirds of the castle.
One of the garrison troops was withdrawn and replaced by Burnley's private soldiers.
As for those private soldiers, it seems that now that I think about it, I should know what they are.
They were hesitating when they suddenly saw a faint blue fire rising into the sky to the west and northwest of Lidenburg. At this time, no need to say anything, everyone understood what happened.
For a moment, the Lord Sir couldn't help but feel dizzy.
