Act Three Hundred and Eleven: The Furious Scroll VIII
Hundreds of soldiers stood silently in the pouring rain. The rain stirred up a layer of mist on the dark tower shield. The spears emitting a cold metallic light extended forward one after another, silently moving forward.
A steel forest forms above the Green Tree Square.
The captain of the swordsman of the 7th Swordsman Brigade of the Ampelsel Port Guards - Sir Malother finally breathed a sigh of relief until this moment; he tried not to think about the pale faces under the steel helmet and the crooked formation.
Regardless of the situation, the deployment was finally completed within the estimated time.
He turned around and gave a knightly salute to the young man behind him: "General, it's done."
Owen has been staring at the gloomy sky at the port - the Black Blade Legion and the air force stationed by the Temple in Ampelsel have not taken advantage. Their opponents are too powerful. The Southern Legion has always had the strongest power in the entire Eruin.
The powerful flying dragon cavalry regiment, but such a force was lightly abandoned by the kingdom in another period of history.
He couldn't see that kind of future, but what was currently fighting in the sky above Ampelsel was two armies from the same kingdom. Perhaps they should have gained more valuable victories to face Cruz and Madara.
, facing those more glorious opponents, he withdrew his gaze, only glanced at the defense line that took more than half an hour to build, and couldn't help but shook his head. Such a defense line was like a thin layer of paper in front of the White Lions.
Almost, it will break when the wind and rain blow.
But after all, this is the richest area of the kingdom. The soldiers here do not have to face the Cruz people in the north, nor do they have to fight the undead of Madara. Their opponents have no barbarians or mountain people. To be like this is already considered
Not bad.
This is the kingdom's second-rate army. Owen also knew this fact and nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."
Sir Malothe wiped his sweat secretly. He was glad that he had passed the test. In fact, he felt a little disapproving of it. The royal party was not a fool. How could they go north and throw themselves into a trap? However, the other party was an officer of the White Lion Army.
——As we all know, any noble commander in the White Lion Army is also a prominent figure in the kingdom. Or he is an outstanding heir or junior of a big family. The young man in front of him is probably the latter - he cannot afford to offend these people.
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Marothe's disapproving look fell in Owen's eyes, which made his contempt deepen. They were all shallow people. He raised his head and looked forward - and on the other side of the rain curtain, there was the last strength of the royal party.
The cadets of Wangli Academy are what kind of army they are.
I hope I don't disappoint anyone. Irving was eager to give it a try.
Amid the rain, Ampelser was still dark, but dawn was almost at its last minute.
"Duroc, Mercan, the fourth graders come to my place to assemble!" The young cadets on the war horses raised the black battle flag high, like a totem standing in the wind and rain.
The young people from the Wangli Military Academy quickly arranged themselves in uniform, well-trained movements. In the patter of rain, there was only the noise of footsteps and the occasional collision of scabbards and leather boots.
Passing through the continuous line of rain in front, the scout cavalry was sending back information: "Knight Commander, we encountered an unidentified enemy ahead!"
"They're blocking our way!"
In the wind and rain, the knight stretched out his hand and pointed back: "There are them in three directions!"
"Explore further, and extend the investigation to the left and right sides." Nymesis replied coldly. She tightened the reins of the horse - Brando also tightened the reins. The two sat down and the horses stopped immediately.
Brando looked forward, and the rain slid down his pale forehead, like water drops on a statue. He raised his hand and drew forward: "This army is unfolding from Lion Street - Hawkfens Hotel to Silversmiths Bridge.
, two squadrons of more than 500 people are on the front, they have no reserves, and they are not likely to be regular troops."
Before he finished speaking, a voice from far ahead came over: "I saw clearly the emblem of the black spider, it is the noble private army of the Yankees!"
"The Helian family is Luodu's private army, and these clowns also want to get a share of the pie." Overwell, who was behind Nymesis, couldn't help but snorted coldly.
Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Brando.
"How do you know?" Nymesis turned back, her wet hair stuck to her jade-like forehead, her body stood as straight as a sharp sword in the heavy rain, her expression looked indifferent and cold, and her eyes were dark.
Full of doubts - but all this is to cover up the slight trembling caused by the pain.
Brando did not answer, but stood motionless on his horse.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the rain, and the densely packed azure spiders turned from translucent to visible to the naked eye. They moved from back to front, moving along the avenue. Brando stood one by one in the blue ocean.
In the middle, the sea current submerged between the four hooves.
"Ah! There are so many Sylph Spiders!" There were many well-informed nobles in the crowd. They recognized them at a glance and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Shut up and be quiet!" Muco, one of the three knights, couldn't help but turned around and cursed. He was a young man with short gray hair and very short eyebrows, like two caterpillars, which were wrinkled.
Sometimes it just makes people feel funny and cute.
Freya and Brasen on the side couldn't help but smile. The girl in a cyan military uniform raised her head and looked at Brando in a blue ocean with admiration - behind her, the Knight of the Lake silently rode on the horse.
Look at Brando.
There was a hint of surprise in Nymesis's dark eyes, and she asked as if she was aware of it: "You use them for investigation?"
"I can only give simple orders to determine the position of the enemy in front. But..." Brando looked into the rain and shook his head disdainfully: "I am too familiar with those guys' tricks."
"Yes, compared with Madala in the future, it is really not worth mentioning."
Brando closed his eyes, and the iron horse glacier seemed to be right in front of him. The undead army rushed towards him, and behind him was the abyss of fire.
There is no way out——
"Really, if you are the commander, what are you going to do now?" 'Sir Wolf' Overwell, who was already wearing a military uniform at the moment, asked as if he was chatting as if he were talking about something ordinary while pulling out his sword.
The lone wolf turned around, and Griffin asked Brando to take full responsibility for the current situation. But in fact, the command of the cadets at the Royal Knights Academy is still in his hands. The middle-aged man's sunken eyes were deep in his eyes.
With a pair of firm eyes, you can easily feel the power contained in them.
"We don't have time to tangle with these young people." Brando opened his eyes. "There are many such two-faced guys around. We must completely dispel their ideas."
"Killing the chicken to scare the monkey" Overwell smiled: "It seems that I have great confidence in young people like you."
Brando looked back and saw more than two hundred young faces of men and women. The knight uniforms on these young people had long been soaked, and their hair was all stuck together. But only their eyes were still shining.
"I have confidence in people with ideals." Brando replied.
Of course, he was just speaking righteously. Without history as a witness, Brando would never be so trusting. But he knew that he had to convince Overwell, the de facto teacher of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the princess at this moment.
The mainstay of the party.
As expected, the eyes of this lone wolf in the kingdom showed admiration. He turned around and silently glanced at the young people behind him. Most of these young people were handpicked by him from various places - like Freya, Brayson,
Others come from the most loyal families to the royal family. Although they are all descendants of small nobles, they are often the most outstanding and have more firm beliefs. Young people like Muco are among them.
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These young people are the last hope of the kingdom.
"The first batch of students of Wangli Knight Academy! Listen to my order!" Overwell suddenly shouted. His voice spread far away along the wind and rain.
Brando suddenly smiled in his heart.
"From now on, you will fight through the siege with Knight Brando until Her Royal Highness the Princess escapes!" Overwell asked coldly: "Understood?"
All was quiet.
Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Bu (--House's fastest update) Lando. If there is anyone with the highest prestige in the hearts of these young people, it must be Her Royal Highness. Down below, that is
Nymesis, in fact Nymesis has always been their commander, and almost no one dares to oppose the majesty of this female knight captain.
Later, there were a few outstanding figures in the first issue, especially Bresson and Muco. After Freya got the Lion Heart Sword, her strength and prestige gradually came to the fore, but most of them still only used it.
She acts as the second-in-command of the two people in front.
As for Brando.
I am afraid that before this day, they had never heard of such a person. If they were leaders of the royal party like Macaro and Overwell or veteran generals in the army, they might be able to convince the public.
, but Brando is only in his early twenties and looks like he is no more than a heir of a noble family. What qualifications does he have to command them?
Maybe he showed his skill before, but it was just a trick of the 'summoner', and it was nothing on this battlefield.
Since ancient times, strong armies have their own pride. Although these young people have not seen a real big scene, they are still outstanding among their peers. Even if they dare not directly disobey orders, no one responds at this moment.
Waiting for Brando to express his stance.
Freya became nervous immediately, but Brayson glanced at Brando and said nothing, and the young man named Muke, like most people, stared at Brando coldly.
Brando did not express his position.
Instead, give the order directly.
He galloped his horse forward, then turned around and ordered coldly: "The only ones blocking the way for the Princess are the local chickens and dogs. Now your task is to teach them a lesson they will never forget from the front."
"But we don't have much time, so you only have a short time to learn this lesson."
Learn this lesson?
Everyone was startled, and then there was an uproar. The young cadets at Wangli Knight Academy were almost stunned before they understood this sentence. This guy actually meant to teach them a lesson.
What a loud tone. A cavalry assault, let alone whether the other party has the ability to teach them a lesson - the question is, does he have such a cavalry around him?
The competitive spirit of the young people was suddenly aroused, and everyone looked at Brando with amusement, as if they were waiting to see how the airhead commander could conjure up a cavalry to teach them a lesson.
Brando never talks nonsense.
He turned the horse's head, the sword of the earth was unsheathed, and he shouted loudly: "Who is willing to be a sharpshooter, come to me!"
There was silence.
Only Freya rode out immediately. She pressed her sword with one hand, her knuckles turning white. For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to the night she escaped from Lidenburg.
It was almost the same situation, the same fight side by side. That was a miracle that only he could create.
Two people.
Brayson hesitated for a moment and stepped away from the crowd. "Brando, what are you doing!" He couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
Brando glanced at him and didn't answer.
A horse's neighing seemed to come from outside the sky, heavy rain was weaving, and blazing white light spots were generated from the darkness, and they gathered together little by little. In the white light, Medissa held a spear in one hand, one person and one horse, slowly coming from
Walked out of the void and came to Brando's side.
Then there was Akane, a red-haired girl holding a halberd - although it was no longer a thunder spear - but this could not hide the aura on her body. She was another gold-level person under the age of twenty. The princess and her teacher looked at each other silently.
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Charles smiled slightly. The so-called mage's attendant, of course, he also wanted to stand with his knight. He patted his mount gently, and the war horse seemed to understand what he meant and came to Brando's side docilely.
Then came Morpheus and Andrique. The vampire daughter was extraordinarily different. She wore a long cloak. What she held in her hands was no longer the pair of blood-sculpted scimitars she usually used - but a gushing sword.
A spear moving with the power of blood.
The two of them were riding side by side.
Then there were the Lubis mercenaries, Huque and others, causing quite a stir among the crowd as soon as they appeared. The reputation of the Lubis mercenaries was not just in Brando’s memory, but spread across the entire continent. Their reputation
The costume is so unique that it attracts everyone's attention as soon as it appears.
"This is impossible!"
"He actually has Lubis mercenaries under his command!"
"It is said that Lubis mercenaries never leave Farnzan to fight. How old is this guy?"
One element manifested, five gold and ten silver beings. Although the number did not exceed thirty, when these people gathered around Brando, everyone took a breath of air.
This is already an army.
Not to mention other people, even Princess Griffin couldn't help but be startled.
"Although I have heard about it a long time ago, I still didn't expect that he has so many talented people under his command." She couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.
"But he still stands with you, Your Highness," Overwell replied.
"That's because of the knight-like qualities." The princess sighed, "But do I, the royal family of Corcova, deserve such an honor?"
Overwell didn't answer.
"That's the Silver Elf!"
A cry of surprise came from the crowd. Medisa had silver hair and silver eyes, and her skin was like snow. The most important thing was that the dazzling scales on her body that looked like works of art made her look like the legendary Silver Elf.
of battle armor.
"The Silver Elf is back?!"
"I don't have any eyes for you..." Everyone was stunned. Legend has it that the Silver Elves hid in the world after a prophecy. They claimed that they would not fight against the Black Elves again until one day when the four major temples re-fulfilled their sacred covenants.
The Iron People fight side by side.
But the holy war is approaching, and the day when the four major temples can re-fulfill their sacred covenants seems far away.
Only Overwell could see the difference in Medisa at a glance. "She is a heroic spirit." Her Royal Highness the Princess nodded lightly.
His knights gathered around him.
No one can laugh anymore.
The strength around Brando is enough to make him a king. Everyone understands this. He raised the long blade in his hand, the Sword of the Earth, and Harangya passed through the rain curtain, the black blade vibrating slightly -
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"listen."
"Don't let me see anyone left behind."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid you will fail the course——"
The sword fell and the sound of horse hooves sounded loudly.
