Act 459 Winter III

Luo Linte was stunned.

The people around him also completely held their breath.

The sword he saw seemed to be no longer a sword. It reflected his family, his ideals, and the great country he saw in his dreams.

Amidst the chaos of thoughts, he firmly held the hilt of the sword.

At that moment, he was suddenly shocked, his eyes widened, and he suddenly raised his head: "Sir, this sword..."

Brando nodded to him.

At that moment, Luo Linte seemed to have lost all hesitation in his heart, and his face seemed to be filled with a sacred and solemn color.

Three dragon knights have already rushed in front, and the latter has already stopped in front of Brando. The dragon knights did not recognize Rollint, but even if they did, he still had a weapon in his hand.

It was a very ordinary-looking long sword.

The three of them pointed their halberds at Luo Linte at the same time, but Luo Linte just blocked their way with a sword and instead of defending, he counterattacked. The dragon knights were shocked and thought that this guy was really crazy. The halberds in their hands were obviously more advantageous in such desperate tactics.

But the next moment, they stabbed an empty hole.

Luo Linte's figure was still in place, and the halberd had penetrated his body, but there was no feeling of it hitting an entity. Phantom? The dragon knights had not expected to learn such high-level swordsmanship from an unknown opponent, but suddenly, one of them screamed.

There was a terrible gash in the dragon knight's chest, and blood spurted out. In his horrified and disbelieving eyes, the long sword in the hand of Rowlint's shadow pierced his heart.

This is--

"Fenghou Jiuyao."

Little Montolo was almost frightened. Since Count Tonigel became famous all over the world, his swordsmanship has gradually become known to everyone, and the most legendary swordsmanship among them is the legendary inheritance of the wind elf star that has long been lost.

Nine rays after the wind.

As expected, Luo Linte's phantom was divided into three. Although his swordsmanship was not as agile and talented as Little Phoenix, nor was it as good as Phoenix Fire's understanding and calmness, his style was extremely strong. It was like a strong wind passing by, only attacking but not defending.

After such a style combined with the upper hand, Jiu Yao actually showed an unexpected fighting power. Although the dragon knight was powerful, after losing one person unexpectedly, the remaining two were no match for such legendary swordsmanship, let alone Luo Luo. The ordinary steel sword in Lin Te's hand was like a magic weapon that could sharpen iron like clay. However, after just a few sword exchanges, the long halberds in their hands turned into short halberds.

One more moment. Rollint then killed the two of them cleanly to the ground with a wound on the abdomen and thigh.

"Rolint, your swordsmanship..." Little Montolo shouted in disbelief: "Oh my God, what have you experienced in the past few months?"

Luo Linte himself woke up as if from a dream. He was covered in blood and was so excited that he couldn't help himself:

"My lord, this sword?"

"It's called faith," Brando replied: "In the face of true faith, everything in this world is indestructible."

Rollinte lowered his head. Thoughtful.

Brando didn't even look at the dragon knights gathered in other directions, and said to him: "Klin, why did you come to Tonigel?"

"Of course I am fighting for the Earl, for Eruin!"

Little Montolo replied without thinking.

Brando nodded and drew out another long sword. The long sword passed through his hand, and it was equally sharp. He handed the sword to the little boy and said:

"This is your Eruin. Go fight for it."

"But."

Little Montolo looked in the direction of the square. Although everything that happened here today confused him, he still hesitated.

Brando turned around, facing away from the dragon knights and facing Little Montolo.

He said seriously to this: "I am very grateful for your loyalty and trust, Klin. But go and fight for yourself. A knight should be loyal to his own ideals-"

Little Montolo's eyes widened.

He looked at the young man in front of him almost in disbelief.

At that moment, he finally remembered why he felt familiar with this Mr. Wizard.

Because his portraits and statues are in every corner of Fir Castle.

"you……"

Brando smiled slightly.

"Be careful!" Little Montolo suddenly saw the dragon knights attacking behind Brando, and subconsciously took the sword. Stop the opponent with a sword.

But in that moment.

It was as if the entire square was dimmed at this moment. In the darkness, the only thing people could see was a straight silver line extending forward, dividing the entire world into two.

When little Montolo came to his senses, all his enemies had fallen to the ground, and all the wounds were in their throats.

"This is……"

"Flash sword."

The young man finally reacted and screamed: "Damn it, why do you flash your sword!?"

"There are many people in this world who possess skills and knowledge of this kind." Brando turned around again, raised his head and looked at him calmly: "It is not only the Buga people who are worthy of pride, although the people of Silver are Proud man of heaven, it is a pity that your actions have tarnished such glory."

This sentence finally made the young man feel a chill that penetrated into his bones.

He turned back, looked at Sir Rasburn and roared: "Who is he and why does he know all this?"

But the young man suddenly stopped talking, because he saw that the originally arrogant believer in the Unity of All Things, Sir Rasburn, had a pale face and his jaws were trembling.

He finally understood why he had not received a response from the other party before.

"Damn it, are you so scared? He's just a mortal," the young man couldn't help but said angrily. He turned back with some hatred and looked at Brando coldly: "I admit that you pulled Returned a plate, human, but this is where your ignorance lies - you dare to show up even though you know who we are. I admire your courage. I will soon let you see why the Buga people are called Silver. The wizard!"

"Kill him!" the young man roared.

Suddenly, seven or eight wizards in gray robes rose from the buildings around the square. But looking at these colleagues, the young man was not happy at all. He had not planned to use these reserve forces, which meant that their methods of deceiving people were completely useless.

However, the effect of killing the earl is the same, except that it will be a little embarrassing.

When Little Montolo saw these wizards, he couldn't help but scream: "Gray Mage! Lord Count, please leave quickly. They are the elite wizards of the Sasardians!"

But beside him, Luo Linte couldn't help but grin. He had met these seven or eight gray mage mentors before. And that man is now imprisoned in the tree prison of the Druid of the Ring of Trade Winds, and he is almost half crazy.

Brando looked at the young man calmly, as if he did not see the threat from the sky. He opened his mouth and answered word by word:

"This is exactly what I want to say to you, Sasardians. The score between you and me is only beginning to be settled now -"

"Arrogant!"

The young man felt that this guy was simply unreasonable, so he pulled off the mask from his face and threw it to the ground. Although his appearance was changed by illusion to be exactly the same as Brando, people can see that this man's eyes have silver irises.

That is the most distinctive feature of the Silver People, which cannot be concealed even with the use of magic, just like it was their blood.

There was a burst of exclamations in the square.

It was at this time that the gray mages in mid-air finally launched an attack.

The sound of curses intertwined in the sky above the square, silver lightning flashed, the square screamed, and people panicked again.

However, Brando just glanced at this scene lightly.

He inserted the Earth Sword Harangya into the ground of the square with his backhand, and another long sword appeared in his hand. When the young man saw the sword, he felt that the hairs all over his body stood up.

It was a thin sword no more than three feet long, with the blade gathered into a thin blade, and the surface seemed to be shining with light blue light. Its gauntlet is an ice sculpture of a fairy spreading its wings and about to fly. The spread wings wrap around the handle of the holy sword.

The counterweight of the sword is a gem called Froststorm.

Young people have only heard the name of this sword in legends.

It is the soul of the shallow sea, the blue holy sword, and the frost chanter - Xinna. He once asked his mentor about the meaning of the name of this sword. As a result, the white-haired old man looked at him like he was an idiot and told him:

"When you face this sword, you understand the meaning of her name."

The young man felt like an idiot at this moment.

He raised his head and screamed miserably to his colleagues in mid-air: "Get out of the way——!"

But it was too late. Brando waved his holy sword upwards. Snowflakes were falling in the sky above Fir Castle. When the sword pointed at the sky, the blizzard in the sky suddenly rolled back, and even the snow on the ground was also rising. , actually forming an inverted glacier.

The ice and snow in the sky seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, and the howling north wind sounded like the melodious song of the legendary Snow Queen.

When the blue light swept across the entire sky, the gray mages didn't even react. They found that the threads of law they controlled were also frozen, and the magic light shield froze into physical powder in the extreme cold. , falling one after another.

There was still a last moment of surprise on their faces, and then their whole bodies exploded and turned into countless dry ice and snow powder, scattered all over the ground.

Brando put down his sword.

The storm stopped in an instant.

The dark clouds parted in the sky, and a beam of sunshine was falling slantingly on the square.

At that moment, the entire square was silent, and everyone, including Rollint and Little Montolo, looked at this scene blankly.

…(To be continued.)

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