Act 460 Last Words I

The young man finally showed a look of horror, but he hadn't thought about escaping yet. He had lost seven or eight Bugans. He didn't know how to explain it to the Salde wizard. In his anger, he could only attribute it all to Bugs. Lando's fault - he was just a mortal, but he didn't just sit back and wait for death.

He pulled out an emerald short staff from under his coat, pointed at Brando angrily and said, "How dare you murder the noble Silver People!?"

Sir Rasbourne finally reacted, rushed up and grabbed his hand, hoarsely: "Let's go!"

But the red-eyed young man almost knocked him off his horse: "Shut up, you idiot who has little success but only failure, and a cowardly heretic. If you don't want to fight, then get out of here!"

Rasburn backed away with a sullen face. He took one last look at the young man and finally made up his mind to turn around and leave. But unexpectedly, the young man turned around, raised his cane towards him, and a green light hit his vest.

Rasburn screamed and fell off his horse, struggling on the ground in agony.

"Cowards don't deserve to live." The young man sneered cruelly.

Brando calmly watched the two people biting the dog from beginning to end.

"No one is born noble," Brando replied quietly: "Everyone is noble by their actions."

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a golden light came to the sky above the square.

And Brando is in the middle of the square.

The people of Tonigel watched this scene in silence.

Su knelt down behind the young lord, holding his ankle, with a complex and incredible expression on his face.

She deeply loves Miss Freya and has always disliked the man who stole Miss Freya's heart, but today for the first time she discovered that the man may not be without merit.

The young man pointed the short staff at Brando with a grin.

He wanted to see how many times Xinna could save this human being.

"Be careful!" Luolint and Little Montolo shouted at the same time, and the last one was Su's voice.

Akane's actions were more direct. She activated the bloodline of the God of Thunder. Lightning snaked in all directions, and the cloak she wore turned into ashes. The silver breastplate underneath and the girl's fiery red ponytail were revealed.

"It's Miss Akane!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

The mountain girl took a step forward and threw the halberd in her hand at the young man - the silver halberd surrounded the electric light and collided with the green beam of light in mid-air, both of which disappeared into nothingness at the same time.

But at the next moment, the electric sparks that filled the sky returned to Akane's hand and transformed into a halberd again.

"Azure Spear, Dragon Bloodline. Blood of Thunder God!?" The young man's smile got stuck in his throat.

He finally recognized the girl's identity.

Brando never glanced at the short stick in the young man's hand: "Some people will never understand."

He stretched out his hand and pulled the young man up like a duck from a distance of hundreds of meters.

The moment when young people find themselves losing control of their bodies. His whole person collapsed. He felt that this could not happen. To a mortal sage, this must be an illusion.

The square was eerily silent.

There was only the sound of people gasping for air.

Those are the Buga people, the people of silver. I heard that every one of them can have the element of enlightenment, and the adults have at least the strength on the side of truth, and the best among them are many extremely powerful people and sages.

Among the twelve wizard leaders, the three strongest half-bodies have perfect bodies and have entered the realm of demigods.

Their population is not large. But they are still the top power in this world.

The people of such a nation were like a dead duck held in the hands of their lord and lifted up more than a hundred meters away.

Someone actually slapped himself gently on the spot to confirm that he was not hallucinating.

That man was little Montolo.

Brando watched the movements of this living treasure dumbfounded. He directly closed the young man's connection with the magic network. This is the ability brought by the sage field - the permanent solidification of elements.

The swords he gave to Luo Linte and Little Montolo had this ability.

Although his current ability to master the art of making artifacts is far from enough. But as long as you are willing, there is no problem in making one or two fantasy-level weapons.

This is the power of sages.

Brando threw the young man aside like a dead dog, and then turned back to check Su's condition. Fortunately, the girl just sprained her foot.

He helped Su up, and the latter said to him exhaustedly: "Sir, Ms. Juta..."

"She's fine." Brando had already received the news from Albert. The Gray Wolf mercenary group intercepted Juta who was about to be taken away in Lengshan Castle. Although the latter was seriously injured, he had already As expected, Albert took away the angel heart bottle and some holy water, which came in handy.

After hearing the news, Su seemed to have exhausted all his energy and relaxed completely. He actually lowered his head and fell asleep. Brando knew that she was overly nervous, so he carefully handed her into Qian's arms, and then slowly crossed the square and came to the young man and Sir Rosebourne.

During this whole process, everyone in the square looked at their lord quietly.

Brando raised his head. The Bancian knights brought by the young man had already dispersed, and the royal party's dragon knights were also dead and wounded. He remembered that he saw a guy disguised as Jutta earlier, but now he has disappeared. He vaguely felt that the man was a little weird, but there was no need to pursue it now.

Brando lowered his head.

Sir Rasbourne looked gloomy and almost breathed his last.

"help me……"

"You should know that this is impossible." Brando replied.

Sir Rasbourne's face changed several times, and finally showed a look of despair.

Brando knelt down half beside him, rolled up his sleeve, exposed his pale right hand, and touched his index finger with two fingers. The light flashed there, revealing a silver ring.

It was a snake, with its head and tail attached.

Brando held up his right hand, gently took off the ring, then placed it on Sir Rasburn's chest, placed his left hand on the ring, and said softly:

“All things return to oneness, all things return to a circle, and the will of truth is with you and me.”

Sir Rasburn looked at all this in astonishment, and he said hoarsely: "You...what?"

"Rosbourne, you chose the wrong path," Brando replied: "So you encountered betrayal. Don't you have anything to say? Tell me and I will listen."

The young man on the side struggled violently, and Rasben also showed a look of struggle. His chest suddenly heaved violently several times, and he looked at the young man with an angry look and said: "The Buga people planned to make Eruin... Caught in civil strife, they assassinated Prince Levon Onneson, who, along with another man, took part in the operation."

"You assassinated His Highness Levin."

"And his maid Adessa, we didn't take action. The Buga people arranged the whole operation alone." Rasburn gasped like a broken bellows, and dark red blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.

Brando didn't speak.

He recalled the eldest son of the king who had met once in Ampelsel, and the other party described his expectations for Eruin's future in his letter. Brando knew that he had missed out on his ideal, but he didn't expect that fate would play a malicious joke on him.

He once jokingly said that it would be difficult for him to 'meet' the hero who changed Eruin in his life. He originally obtained the dragon blood pool this time, which was expected to cure the eyes of the eldest son of the king, but he did not expect that This joke will become a true prophecy.

"You deserve to die!" When little Montolo heard the news, he was so angry that he drew his sword and was about to stab Rasburn. But Brando instructed Qian to hold him firmly, "He is already dying." Brando said softly.

Little Montolo let out an angry roar and kicked the young man next to him, knocking him backwards. This time no one came to stop him.

With the Buga's physical fitness, blood overflowed from the corner of the young man's mouth. You can imagine how powerful little Montolo's kick was. The young man remained silent, but he was secretly annoyed in his heart. If he had known this, he should have let Rasburn go away to avoid such trouble.

Brando pressed Roseburn's chest and asked: "How did they enter Tonigel, and who answered them?"

"it's me."

"anything else?"

Rasburn's eyes were completely distracted, and he murmured almost unconsciously: "And Overwell..."

"Overwell?" Brando's heart sank.

"The Earl of Overwell..."

"That's enough, shut up!" The young man finally couldn't help but speak. But little Montolo punched him in the abdomen angrily, causing the young man to bend over in pain.

But his words seemed to wake up Rasben. He made a whooshing sound, and his hands seemed to be like the sky trying to catch something.

This action was frozen here, and Brando felt that Roseburn's heartbeat had completely stopped, and then sighed. His spell was too low-level. Although he took advantage of the opportunity, the impact was still not deep enough.

He glanced at Rasburn's body and felt no sympathy at all. It wasn't that he couldn't save this man, he just didn't have the slightest will.

"Oops," little Montolo suddenly jumped up: "Count Overwell is organizing defense in Paris, if he betrays Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

A hint of gloom flashed through Brando's heart, although what Roseburn said may not be completely credible, and he was not willing to believe that Overwell would betray the royal family.

"How long has it been since the rebels besieged Pallas?"

"Three days."

"When did Lord Overwell arrive at Pallas?"

"It was also two days ago."

"Is there any news from Mintai?"

Little Montolo thought for a while. After all, he was not a decision-maker in the fir collar, and he didn't have much more information than the average person. But at least he is a squire knight and knows how to analyze information appropriately.

But his expression suddenly changed: "...Uncle, Your Excellency, Ms. Nimesis seems to be organizing a retreat in Mintai. She doesn't know all this yet..."

Brando's expression changed.

…(To be continued.)

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