In any case, in a country like Lidenburg, Brando's sword strike when he got out of the car was indeed shocking, enough to shock everyone with ulterior motives and ready to act, and even let these people behind the killing sword.
Even his throat seemed to be stuck - he could only stand aside obediently. Although the street was still crowded for a while, everyone understood that there was a guy on the carriage who was not easy to mess with, and they tacitly cooperated with the carriage.
The carriages kept a subtle distance.
And the corpses of the two unlucky ghosts were placed under the carriage so grandly. The young man did not say how to deal with them. Naturally, others did not dare to step in and could only pretend not to see them. Besides, the two corpses themselves were a deterrent——
The people who came up from behind looked at the corpse and then at the carriage that seemed to be isolated from the world, and they immediately understood where they should go and where they shouldn't go.
Brando, who was sitting in the carriage, was also worried. He was wondering where Freya was and why she hadn't come yet.
However, the worry in his heart was not written on his face. He turned his head and looked outside. At this time, another group of fierce people followed the carriage. Anyone who blocked their way was pushed aside, and any slight resistance was punished.
Beaten.
"It's really like one wave after another." Brando frowned and put one hand on the sword alertly.
"Who are they?" Charles looked outside and asked.
"Businessman in the city." The carriage driver was so frightened at first. When Brando drew his sword to kill, he was so frightened that he wanted to abandon the carriage and run away. But now he came to his senses - the more powerful this gentleman is, the more powerful he is.
The greater his chance of survival, right?
"It seems that they are also bullying and dominating people." Brando looked at the behavior of these people, and then looked at the carriage driver's face that clearly disapproved, but did not dare to say a word, and he knew who was outside.
"Your colleague doesn't seem to be a good person, little Roman." He turned around and said.
"It doesn't matter." Little Roman sat next to him - a look that said I was safe.
While they were talking, the group of people had already arrived near the carriage. They seemed to be planning to snatch Brando's carriage at first, but when they saw the two corpses outside the carriage, their expressions changed. They were different from the previous ones.
The difference is that these merchants and their guards have a clear eye and know who can be bullied and who it is best not to mess with.
They hesitated for a moment, then pushed and continued to move forward. However, these guards were accustomed to bullying and bullying, and they did not act lightly at critical moments. Soon many people were squeezed to the side of Brando's carriage - and soon
A middle-aged man was pushed and stumbled over. His forehead hit the wheel of the carriage, and he immediately started bleeding.
"Father!" A young, panicked voice sounded from the crowd.
The middle-aged man snorted, climbed up on the carriage, and rushed straight towards the guard who pushed him. The guard was caught off guard and was knocked headlong into the crowd by him.
The crowd was suddenly in an uproar.
The middle-aged man immediately turned around and ran into the crowd, picked up the little boy with one hand and turned around to run away. However, how could those escorting accomplices allow him to run wild here? He had just found his son when those people came from behind.
He jumped up and fell to the ground.
"Let go of my father!" The little boy was anxious. He cried and pushed away the guard who was pressing on the middle-aged man. But how could he have this ability? He was pushed aside with a wave of his hand.
The guard who was knocked to the ground finally got up. Cursing loudly, he drew his sword and walked over. He grabbed the middle-aged man's hair with one hand and twisted his head up, yelling: "Hillbilly,
You don’t want to live anymore, do you? I will help you today.”
The middle-aged man trembled and struggled reluctantly, but was suppressed by the other party's accomplices and could not move. The people around him turned their heads away when they saw this scene. Although they were inevitably sad and sad, no one dared to stand.
come out.
The guard raised his sword while speaking filthy words. Before he could stab him, a gust of sword wind swept open the carriage door, split it into two pieces, and shot straight out. This sweeping transparent ripple not only knocked away the guard.
The sword in his hand flew out with a clang and was inserted into a wooden door not far away - the guard suddenly screamed, and he held his bloody hand, which was broken at the wrist.
This sudden turn of events startled the other party's comrades, who subconsciously drew their swords. Brando also drew his sword and got off the carriage, and there was a clanging sound of long swords being unsheathed.
"Who are you?" the businessman behind asked in a high-pitched voice. He also saw that Brando's sword was extraordinary. But when he saw that he was a young man, and the attire did not look like a nobleman, he naturally became wary.
It has been relieved a lot. In the final analysis, this businessman has only spent his whole life squatting in Lidenburg, and he doesn't have much knowledge. If he were a noble, he would at least recognize how threatening Brando's sword was.
Brando glanced at him, not even bothering to say a word to this scumbag.
However, his sword suddenly changed his stance. Those who were bullied before were old and young, male and female, and they could not stand what the other party did. But they did not have the ability, nor did they
The one who had the guts to resist, and now a seemingly capable person stood up, they subconsciously chose to side with Brando.
Brando not only became their savior, but also became a natural leader. Then the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became subtle. At first, the businessman was going to bully the few because of the large number of people, but when he saw Brando coming up from behind,
The crowd was suddenly a little undecided.
A group of sheep is not scary, but it is different if there is a lion leading it. Brando is the lion leading the sheep at the moment.
Of course, if the businessman knew that Brando could kill a mob like him two or three times alone, he probably wouldn't think so. He was hesitant in his heart, and the guard with a broken hand was lying on the ground.
The wailing also upset him.
At this time, another group of troops also came to the field. When Brando saw the other party's attire, he recognized that they were the security cavalry of Reedenberg.
Because Lidenburg is garrisoned by a swordsman regiment of the White Mane Regiment, it is a garrison, so there is no garrison. Local security and clearing the countryside are generally completed by local guards and security cavalry. However, these two troops do not actually have a formal establishment and both belong to the local area.
Parliament of Nobles. In the early years, the emergence of local guards and security cavalry was also a manifestation of the growth of local power.
However, most of these non-professional local troops have become local hegemons. Compared with them, the former businessman may be considered a law-abiding citizen. In Brando's memory, the most ridiculous thing is that the local guards of Fort Reeden and
The security cavalry even hate each other, to the point where they hire players to grab territory.
When he did this series of tasks before, he had a vivid memory. So now when he saw these people, he subconsciously felt some disgust.
"What are you doing here, fighting in the street?" The tall cavalry captain opened his mouth with great airs. He glanced sideways at the businessman, and the expression on his face relaxed slightly: "This is not the big dye merchant of Bonoan.
Mr. Markov, how is your business?"
Markov smiled and nodded: "Fortunately, Captain Uriel. But there is a man here who kills people in the street and hurts my people. What do you think we should do?"
The cavalry captain frowned. Normally he would be in the mood to take the opportunity to blackmail this guy, but now that the city is about to be destroyed and people are dead, he has no extra thoughts. However, he is used to being domineering, so he still
Subconsciously assume a condescending attitude: "Who are you?"
Brando glanced at him and said casually: "Dunn."
The cavalry captain frowned and looked at Brando suspiciously. But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the crowd, and one or two frightened screams sounded from behind: "Monsters, monsters! There are many monsters behind!"
"It's the undead, everyone, run!"
Madara's advance troops have arrived.
The speed of the people behind suddenly accelerated, and the pushing and pushing inevitably affected Markov's guards and Uriel's men in front. But how could these guards let the people behind squeeze to the front? They immediately picked up the sheathed weapons.
The sword hit the head of the person who was rushing forward desperately. The people behind him were unable to advance or retreat for a while, and the cry suddenly resounded.
Uriel frowned when he saw this. Unlike the country bumpkin businessman, he had seen some things in the world. He knew that the blockage could not be blocked in this situation, so he could only think of another way, but his eyes quickly fell to the front.
On these people's heads.
"You," he pointed at Brando: "Bring the carriage over, and you guys, come over and block the road! Others get out of the way and let us go to the front!"
When he said this, the civilians behind Brando were stunned. The actions of Uriel and his group had already made these people secretly dissatisfied. They pretended not to care about human life and used their swords to block those who were fleeing behind.
People, although the people in front of them don’t say it with their mouths, they are also refugees, but they can’t help but have lingering fears in their hearts.
"Why?" someone in the crowd asked dissatisfiedly.
"Nonsense." Uriel asked his men to get into position and unsheathed his sword: "As a citizen of Lidenburg, it is your duty to help the security cavalry troops maintain order. What, you want to resist?"
Everyone looked at the cavalry lined up in a row, their long swords glowing coldly - and then looked at the street behind them that was engulfed in raging fire - the blue flames were indescribably weird, especially when there was still smoke rising.
The shadows of some skeletons were looming, and for a moment I didn't know how to answer.
All eyes fell on Brando.
"Damn it, it's really hard to be the first person." Brando suddenly felt uncomfortable all over. But he looked at the civilians who were being blocked by Markov's guards on the other side of the sword, and saw the despair in their eyes.
Guang Guang, still couldn't help but sigh secretly.
In any case, after all, half of his soul comes from modern times, and in his bones represents a civilized society that tends to order and peace. This is one of his greatest prides and must not be trampled upon.
He leaned forward slightly and entered the most basic attack posture in Eruin's military swordsmanship:
"I'll give you dozens. If you don't get out after counting to ten, don't blame me for being rude."
Brando replied calmly.
Everyone was startled——
Especially Uriel and Markov, they almost thought there was something wrong with their ears. The cavalry captain almost felt like he was slapped in the face. He couldn't help but became so angry that he didn't even need a basic fig leaf and shouted: "
kill him!"
The cavalrymen raised their swords high and swarmed forward.
