Act 148 Dawn(1)

After the young man finished speaking, he took a heavy breath; he couldn't help coughing twice, and his face became a little gray.

"But anger can't be eaten, young man," an older mercenary looked at him with some unbearability and replied: "You talk to them about laws, and they talk to you about fists. Their fists are big, what can you do? We They are all here, but they still don't care, why? Because they are not afraid of us at all."

"Even if we want to attack the city, can we get in?" Another person also said: "Don't be unrealistic. Don't forget that that bastard also has an army on his hands."

The young man in gray and blue robes gritted his teeth, but could not answer.

But at this time, the crowd became commotion. Everyone was stunned. The mercenary captains immediately turned around alertly and shouted: "What are you doing? What's going on? What a mess!"

"Boss, it seems like there are people coming to the city again. They have reinforcements!" The mercenaries near the city gate immediately shouted loudly.

Hearing this answer, everyone frowned.

Any reinforcements?

No wonder he is confident.

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In fact, when Roscoe led people up the city wall, he saw a dark crowd not far away from the city gate——

So that at this moment, looking down from the city fortress, the entire plain outside the city was filled with the light of bonfires. Beside the bonfire, there were longing figures, and it was impossible to count how many mercenaries or adventurers there were.

The pale young man couldn't help but snorted coldly.

He turned back and looked at the rows of soldiers wrapped in black cloth behind him. He knew that hidden underneath was actually a terrifying skeleton—skeleton soldiers, the basis of Madara's ruthless killing machine. one of the components.

His eyes returned to the plain, a little impatient, but he still kept a cold tone and said to the human officers beside him: "Shout and tell them to give them half an hour to leave, otherwise they will be killed."

His words were as cold as a knife.

After all, rather than directing the battle here, the necromancer would rather go back to his room in the basement to study the materials he looted from the human library.

The noble officer looked at him carefully and said,

He quickly lowered his head and responded. Although he was a little curious about where this strange friendly army came from, he also knew that it was the reinforcements sent by the lord. As for whether they were the retainers of the cold baron, he did not dare to ask more, but he had no doubt at all. These mysterious warriors standing side by side will be the undead army from Madara.

After all, this may be too unbelievable from any aspect.

The noble officer returned to the city wall to straighten his throat, but he was secretly proud of himself; he was already dissatisfied with being surrounded by these lowly mercenaries. You must know that they, the noble private soldiers, are used to being arrogant on weekdays. There will come a day when it will be your turn to be besieged by others.

Even if it is just a siege but not an attack, it still makes these people feel that they have lost face. He immediately waved his hand, called the wizard apprentice not far away, and ordered with great style:

"Crystal."

The wizard apprentice did not dare to neglect and immediately inspired the amplification technique on the crystal.

The noble officer nodded with satisfaction, as if he was already the commander of a thousand armies under Eruin at this moment, cleared his throat, and then shouted towards the city:

"Untouchables below, listen to me——!"

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"Untouchables below, listen to me——!"

A shout from Grudin's officer immediately set off a violent wave among the mercenaries below the city; everyone stopped in unison, turned back to look in the direction of Fir City, and waited with bated breath for the other party's next words.

But there is no more content——

Because just when the officer opened his mouth, he suddenly froze. He snatched the sorcerer's apprentice's amplifying crystal from his hand and fell to the ground with a 'clack' - he was so stunned that he couldn't make a sound.

He raised his head and watched the mercenaries below suddenly start from behind the entire crowd after a commotion. As if a giant beast passed by, the crowd automatically separated into two sides silently; and the giant beast formed in the shadow It was moving forward quietly, approaching the city gate little by little.

what is that?

Not only him, Roscoe also squinted his eyes, looking motionless in that direction as if petrified.

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"Everyone!"

Beside the bonfire, a young man in a gray-blue robe looked at the people present with some disappointment: "Can't we fight passionately once, even just once? Yes, we are mercenaries and adventurers, but mercenaries There is also the glory of mercenaries. This kind of glory is the glory of protecting your companions on the battlefield——"

He looked at the others and asked: "Are we already abandoning this kind of glory? But if we don't rely on our companions and comrades-in-arms, what else can we call mercenaries?"

His words brought a silence that seemed to echo the silence brought by the distant shouts on the city gate.

The mercenary captains looked at each other, but they were still hesitant. They wanted to give their subordinates an explanation, but this explanation was not as simple as just talking.

No one wants to show weakness, but after all, it is a head-on challenge to a lord of the kingdom, a baron, or even the son of Count Jean Denel——

If they choose to fight, they may no longer have a place in this kingdom in the future.

This choice puts them in a dilemma.

The young man let out a long sigh: "I'm sorry, it seems that I was too pushy..." He stood up and said: "Okay, but in any case, those innocent souls on the cross need an answer, and I know your Difficulties—so if you can’t answer it, I’ll answer it for you.”

"If people always need to die, let me and my companions die together this time. I just hope that you will never forget this day. That cold-blooded baron trampled not only the lives of your companions, but also your dignity. "

After saying that, he turned around and left.

But before he took two steps, someone stopped him: "Young man!"

The young wizard apprentice paused.

"You can keep the green hills without worrying about having firewood. Have you forgotten what that adult told you to pass on? I think what he meant is that one day he will bring us justice——"

"Do you believe it?" The young man interrupted him with a cold snort. He turned around and said, "Do you believe this perfunctory answer? None of those so-called high-ranking big shots are good--"

His words suddenly stopped.

The young man's pupils dilated in circles, and he watched with some disbelief as the crowd behind him started to commotion and then separated layer by layer. It was like a receding tide, or an invisible giant beast separated the crowd, forcing them to move to both sides.

The campfire dimmed slightly, and the air was cooling rapidly.

The ground was covered with white frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then the young wizard apprentice took a gentle breath. He had already seen the figure behind the crowd.

A young man, a little girl, one person and one sword.

Go alone and move forward indomitably.

Brando held Funya with one hand and walked forward step by step. As he moved forward, the aura of the first level of gold was like an invisible sword that separated the crowd. Those who were a little slower were frozen. His breath was so compressed that he could hardly breathe.

No one dared to block him, and a broad avenue immediately opened between him and the south gate of Fir City.

No one dared to make a sound. All the mercenaries and adventurers present watched this scene in silence:

Watching Brando pass between them, watching the mercenaries behind them keep a certain distance and surround them. A group of people silently followed one person, just like the relationship between a knight and a king.

They also saw the young man holding the little girl by his hand without saying a word, slowly walking to the city gate and stopping.

Everyone watched this scene.

Funya also raised her head and looked at Brando, her emerald green eyes full of dependence; the little girl put her little hand in Brando's warm hand, and the two walked all the way through the dark forest and through the night. Wilderness, but she always had this feeling in her heart:

It's like the feeling of mom and dad.

It is warmth and stability.

Brother Brando's hand seems to be a harbor.

Brando also raised his head, his cold eyes reflecting the pale face of the noble officer.

"What do you want me to hear?" the young man's voice was not loud, but could be clearly heard in the entire silent camp: "Soldier?"

The noble officer standing on the top of the city was choked.

He opened his mouth, and although he was only glanced at by the young man, he felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest and couldn't breathe. He subconsciously turned back to look for Roscoe for help, but found that the figure on the city wall had long since disappeared.

He secretly complained in his heart, but due to Brando's momentum, he had to stammer: "I...I mean, you, you...you...each...separate...else...otherwise ...Kill...shoot to death without mercy."

There was a sudden commotion among the mercenaries in the city. These people all knew that the cold-blooded baron would never joke with them; therefore, after this order, many people suddenly became a little undecided.

But Brando just nodded.

"Finished?"

he asks.

"It's over, it's over..." The noble officer was sweating on his hands. He didn't know why he was so frightened. It was obvious that the boy was still far away from him, but there was always a feeling in his heart that a sharp sword was hanging above his head. illusion.

Brando nodded again.

"Well, now it's my turn to say -"

After finishing speaking, he took a step forward, pressed the scabbard down with his left hand, and held the hilt of the sword with his right hand - when the long sword was unsheathed - it seemed like a streak of silver; however, everyone saw the young man pulling it out from the bottom up. A long silver line!

But that's not the line.

But the trajectory of the sword——

From bottom to top.

A ripple moved forward along Brando's sword. Before the wind pressure could reach it, the city gate "clicked" and sunk inward, and then disintegrated into powder in an instant...

The ripples moved forward, and the city gate fortress collapsed in half along the neat cuts with a bang following Brando's sword...

The sword wind swept past, like the wind blowing away the castle made of sand. A section of the city wall that was nearly ten meters long instantly collapsed into powder and disappeared into ashes——

Brando danced the sword in a semicircle in mid-air, and then took a step back.

Sheath the sword.

Return sheath.

There was a soft 'click' sound, and the sword had been broken into four pieces!

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