Alberton holds the sword in one hand, and the sword in his hand is called the Pale Fang. Although it is just an ordinary magic sword, it is a witness to the achievements and glory of following this knight throughout his life.
He pressed his left hand flat on his right wrist. As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of frost-colored flames ignited on the thin sword blade. Brando knew clearly that it was the swordsmanship for which he was famous throughout his life - Bai Yan.
Compared with him, Alberton is the real palace swordsman. He became a knight at the age of seventeen, and he was known as a craftsman at the age of forty. He fought for Eruin all his life, and he was Eruin until his death.
A hero, but the 'White Knight' Alberton became famous only after he became an undead.
In his time, Alberton was one of the Four Horsemen of the Madara Apocalypse, hence his name as the White Knight - Alberton the Conqueror. Such a name could not only stop children from crying.
That's all.
As soon as Brando stepped back, he immediately felt troubled. There were two column captains in Tagus' camp that he least wanted to encounter. One was the Conqueror 'White Knight' Alberton, and the other was the King of Battle.
'Red Knight' Leidios, the former is the worst among them, but it seems that Lady Martha made another little joke with him.
But the white knight struck so fast. Before he could finish his thoughts, Alberton had already struck him with a vertical slash of his sword. It was like a bright silver moon-shaped flame from top to bottom - before the sword arrived,
Brando had already felt the bone-chilling breath coming towards him. He immediately felt suffocated and did not dare to neglect, so he quickly rolled away.
The flames blew across the ground, and the rock immediately broke apart with a "bang", and the cut was covered with white frost.
Just the pressure of the wind can break the rock. Brando couldn't help but feel numb in his heart after seeing it. This is Baiyin's lowest strength. You must know that his White Crow Swordsmanship is nothing even when the power is bursting.
It can only cut through things like wood.
But he rolled to the side, and the 'White Knight' Alberton had already sat down on the reins of the Nightmare War Horse, and he came to kill one man and one horse - this undead knight didn't care about his men at all, it was almost stepping on a piece of bone.
Jumped to Brando's side.
A piece of bone fragments flying——
Then the white knight raised his sword high, and with the force of his horse, he struck at the young man with one strike.
Brando had no choice but to raise the thorn of light to block it. With a teeth-searing sound, the two swords intertwined and bent backwards as much as possible at almost the same time. Brando only felt that he
His arm seemed to be broken, and his whole body immediately flew backwards like a cannonball. He rolled on the ground several times before he managed to get up.
At least 25 levels of power.
Brando stood on the ground with one hand, shouting in his heart that he was lucky. Fortunately, he used the power explosion technique at the last moment, otherwise his hand would be useless. But even so, he still felt waves in his right hand.
He was numb, and for a moment he almost thought he had lost feeling in his right hand.
But it is too terrifying. At the second power level, the power of the Silver Swordsman has far exceeded seven tons with one strike with one hand. It has almost reached the point where it can harness the wind into a blade without any skills. Brando looked at
The pure white knight who was approaching quickly couldn't help but miss his holy sword card endlessly. It seemed that to defeat such a monster, he could only rely on that kind of power, but at this time, he didn't have anything in his hand that could be used to pay.
The earth element of charges.
Alberton, one man and one horse, has already driven in front of him——
Brando gritted his teeth and raised the sword again. This time he held the sword with both hands and raised it above his head - the tip of the sword was slightly tilted to point to the ground, and he used some of the best moves in military swordsmanship to relieve force.
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"Miscellaneous but not refined."
The white knight glanced at him condescendingly, and a cold, hoarse voice came from under the helmet. He raised his sword and slashed it down. Brando used the sword to engage the pale fang, and then adjusted the elf sword little by little at that moment.
Angle. Sparks flew, and he actually let Alberton's sword slide away along with his sword movement——
But the remaining strength still made him fall backwards. Brando immediately knocked his hind foot on the ground. As if the subtle movements to adjust the body balance often used in military swordsmanship had become an instinct, he turned to the side.
He slid away, but squatted firmly on the ground.
After finally removing the sword, Brando was sweating profusely. In the game, he often completes such actions, but there is a system to help him formulate the route of action, the position of the sword and the body, and
It will also help him correct his movements, instead of having to control every move by himself.
Even if you are not careful, you may lose your life.
But he actually did it.
He shook his arm, but his right hand was still numb. The opponent's strength was too great. Every time the sword was exchanged, it was like a head-on collision with a truck. Even after the force was removed, the muscles and bones could still be heard groaning.
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Alberton also let out an angry sound from under his helmet. It saw that this young man's swordsmanship was only average, but he seemed to have a lot of experience. He found suitable coping skills in one go. This was the reaction of a veteran.
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He turned the horse's head and began to accelerate again.
But Brando finally broke away from the opponent's attack rhythm, how could he give the opponent another chance to take the lead? He immediately raised his right hand, pointed the silver ring at Alberton, and shouted loudly: "oss!
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"Magic activation spell?" The blazing flames in the white knight's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately returned to his horse and placed the sword diagonally in front of him.
Alberton had just completed this action when there was a loud noise and a surge of wind had already brought a deep trace from the gravel ground and headed straight towards the undead knight. However, as soon as this violent cyclone hit its sword, it immediately
Suddenly separated to both sides, instantly forming a beautiful 'Y'-shaped scratch on the ground - every skeleton soldier on this scratch was thrown high in the air in an instant, disintegrated in mid-air and
It fell far away on the river beach.
Then there was a "cracking" noise, as if there was a bone rain.
'White Knight' Alberton retracted his sword, and before the dust settled, he raised another sword - and then there was a clear cry, and Brando had already broken through the smoke and jumped out, fighting with it in mid-air.
A sword.
No flaws.
Brando is not surprised at all. After all, elites of this level are only stronger than the Golden Demon Tree. In fact, he relied on the Holy Sword card to fight against the Golden Demon Tree, otherwise it would be impossible to win.
He knew. When dealing with the 'White Knight' Alberton, he would never dare to take any chances.
Overcoming challenges can only rely on thorough preparation and all-out response.
He exchanged swords with the opponent, and when his body fell backward, another sword wind was pushed back with his backhand. Alberton took back the sword and swung it out again with an expressionless face, and a silver fire eliminated Brando's sword wind.
Intangible.
Alberton sheathed his sword for the third time, but this time he was no longer in a hurry to take action. Instead, he looked at Brando quietly on horseback. It looked at the young man, as if remembering a distant story.
In the story, there should be the melodious music of the highland flute, straight up the plateau of Balta, and the fluttering swallow-tailed flag.
"White Crow Swordsmanship." It said, its voice hoarse like a visitor from hell.
"Are you the new generation of the royal family?" Alberton asked coldly while riding on his horse.
Brando was startled for a moment. Is it possible that Alberton and the Corcovado dynasty have an old relationship? That’s not right. I have never heard of such a thing in the game, but he thought that regardless of whether he denied it in advance this time, he would not say anything else.
It wouldn't be fun if the other party really had all the old and new grudges in his heart and suddenly exploded. Legend has it that a level 30 boss in the game suddenly becomes a level 40 elite. The level 40 elites can't kill them all with one move.
It’s seconds.
Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head.
But he didn't expect that Alberton tilted his sword and replied coldly: "Since it's not the case, then if I kill you, it won't be considered a violation of my oath." When Brando heard this, he could hardly spit out a mouthful of blood.
.He was so regretful that his intestines were green. If he had known that there was such a bird oath, he would have simply assumed the identity of this new generation of the royal family. This is really his own fault.
Of course, this is just a thought.
Brando also knows that it is not easy to pretend to be the royal family. After all, the Corcova royal family has always had the blood of the fog elves. The fog elves are the legendary silver clan born with silver blood.
And Brando's bright red blood is still a symbol of mortals.
On the other side, after Alberton asked, he once again returned to the state of man and horse. He held a long sword and began to drive the sitting nightmare horse to accelerate again. Faced with such a murderous god, Brando was really scared for a moment.
Feeling a little at a loss, he thought of a way to temporarily delay the time, which was to use the White Crow Sword Technique in the burst of power to relieve the force. But this sword has 9 points of physical strength. Not to mention he is level 17, it is level 27 or 37.
I can't afford this consumption.
In fact, he already feels a little tired now.
As for Alberton, an elite of at least level 30, he estimated that he had at least 200 health points. The 30 points that the previous wind bomb killed was like a superficial wound to him, it was just a slight shock to him.
Brando was convinced that if he stabbed him two or three times with the Thorn of Light, he would be able to kill the opponent, but he would have to be able to stab him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a breath and look into the distance, hoping that Leto and others would come to support him.
But he saw that the cavalry had just collided with the skeleton soldiers. Perhaps because of the advantage he had created before, they had taken a big advantage, but it seemed impossible that they would be able to free themselves in a short while.
He could only hope that the Self-Defense Forces behind him could catch up faster - faster.
In fact, Freya, who is leading the Self-Defense Force at this moment, has the same idea.
But the future Valkyrie looked back at the citizens of Rydenburg who were stumbling around, and couldn't help but frowned. However, she also knew that they were just ordinary militiamen after all, and it was her fault to be able to do this.
A blessing for high morale - she couldn't ask for more from them.
But Freya raised her head and looked at the chaotic front line in front of her. Although she couldn't see where Brando was, she knew that the commander of such a large undead army must be a strong man.
She was no longer the country girl a few days ago. She gradually gained her own insights. Unlike other people who blindly trusted the young man, the girl knew that Brando must be in a difficult battle. So she couldn't help but look around.
Then his eyes fell on Ciel and Su beside him.
"Su, can you do me a favor?"
"Huh?" The girl was slightly startled.
"Help me lead the self-defense group."
"how?"
"I'm going to help Brando," Freya replied, and then he turned the horse's head: "Char, you come with me -"
"Miss Freya, I'm fine. But is it okay for you to do this?" Charles was stunned. Brando had told him to look at the injured Freya, but compared to this, he was indeed more
