Act 150 Dawn(3)

The cold air stirred in the night, and the rumbling sound came from far away and came closer.

The noble cavalrymen in bright armor pulled down their metal masks in unison, their coldly gleaming spears were leveled in rows, and their horses neighed and galloped out from behind the corner of the street.

At that moment, the earth shook.

But Brando just looked at these noble soldiers coldly. He had already picked up the silver card in his hand with his index and middle fingers, and easily threw it forward, "Unicorn Knight, enter -" Brando read. .

The cards drew an arc and fell to the ground——

Everyone saw that at that moment, white lights intertwined and slowly descended from the night sky; however, behind the light curtain, the girl knight held a silver shuttle and slowly passed through the door made of light. She and the horned horse appeared in the middle of the street with their heads held high and their guns drawn in front of them.

Summoner?

The battlefield was stagnant.

"Lord," the silver elf princess's voice was ethereal and jumping, and she replied softly: "Thank you."

Brando knew she was talking about the necklace. He shook his head and replied: "I said that for this matter, you should be grateful to your compatriots."

Medisa smiled softly and put a hand on her chest: "The process is not important. Lord, I didn't do it either. And this time, what is your order to Medisa?"

"Attack forward."

Brando looked forward and replied.

The noble cavalry is close at hand.

The young wizard apprentice beside him was slightly startled. Summoning is a type of magic based on magic circles, but it has something in common with the string magic of ancient magic; the 'Silver Knight' among the summoning techniques is already one of the very high-level summoning techniques, but the 'Silver Knight' is suitable for The occasion is defensive rather than offensive.

But the young man was about to open his mouth to remind him, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he froze. He stayed there, unable to utter a single word.

Because he saw Brando raising his sword forward with a calm expression.

The silver knight turned back, his light silver-gray pupils reflected the getting closer and closer figures of the noble cavalry - but when she raised her spear, the distance between the two on the street seemed like an instant. Pull away from a distance.

It's an illusion of space and time,

The power of the soul is like substance solidifying in the air.

The power of elements.

"Thousands of armies——"

"one strike!"

The Silver Elf Princess pulled down her cold metal mask, and her voice became a whisper.

But she moved forward, and each person and horse turned into a silver light. This light penetrated directly into the cavalry group, and the offensive of the noble cavalry immediately stalled; Medisa's momentum completely exploded, and the gold-level power seemed to be in an instant. It swept in all directions like a blade.

In an instant, people were on their backs.

Golden steps.

Another one!

The three mercenary captains, Jutta, Fern, Kerencia and the other mercenaries all took a breath of air. It was not easy to see a gold-level power in this remote place. Unexpectedly, at this moment... There were two of them—two golden steps, and one of them seemed to be the young man's summons.

Who is he?

The three of them couldn't help but feel lucky at this moment. Fortunately, they were not on the wrong team, because in comparison, although Baron Grudin could send them on the run with just a wanted notice, Brando's strength shown at this moment was actually able to put them on the run. They killed them one by one on the spot; after touching the elements, there was already a huge gulf between gold-level strength and silver and black iron.

When Kerenthia saw this scene, the silver-haired middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and a trace of determination flashed in his light blue eyes. He pulled out his sword and waved his hand forward: "Members of Rose and Wine, fight for our fallen comrades!"

"fighting!"

There was a sound of agreement, and the mercenaries behind the middle-aged mercenary leader moved forward one after another. Brando watched these people pass him one after another and join the battle ahead. After a moment of frustration, the noble cavalry now began to stalemate on the street.

But this is just one of them. Brando believes that Grudin's men are coming in a steady stream.

The other person will want to find out what happened.

He looked back at the silver-haired middle-aged man.

"Sir, the Rose and Wine Mercenary Group is here to fight alongside you." Kerenthia looked forward and replied in a low voice: "I hope you can lead us out of the predicament——"

Brando was radiant and smiled noncommittally.

He could see this guy's reluctance, and he almost forced them into such a path by force. How could the other party be willing to do so? But now that he has chosen to embark on this desperate road, he must continue step by step. Of course he will rely on these mercenaries - but he will not be controlled by them.

This is the first move in this game of chess, and the fight has just begun.

He raised his sword, pointing far away at the fir castle in the darkness.

"Mr. Kerencia?"

"What?" The silver-haired middle-aged man was stunned.

"When we get there, we'll talk about the next step - otherwise, you and I will end up in ashes. No matter how much we say, it's meaningless." Brando said calmly, word by word.

Kerenthia was startled.

"Do you really want to kill him, Lord Lord?" He felt his mouth was a little dry and couldn't help but moisten his throat: "Grudin is a noble of the kingdom and the son of Count Jean Denel. I think we should A lesson from him is... enough..."

Brando glanced at him.

He shook his head, thinking that Eruin's hierarchy was so strict that even a mercenary leader as experienced and cunning as Kerenthia would not be able to help but be naive in such matters.

"It's not that I want to kill him, Mr. Kerencia," so the young man smiled slightly: "But if you do too much injustice, you will be killed."

The silver-haired middle-aged man was stunned. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Behind, the red-haired female mercenary leader Youta watched this scene with green eyes. She turned back to look at Fern, the grand leader of the Firegore Chapter, and replied with interest: "Kren That guy Xia is determined to follow suit this time, which is really rare."

"Hmph," the tall man snorted coldly and looked over there with disdain: "It's just a fox."

The battle continues.

Baron Grudin's reinforcements seemed to be coming from all directions, and the rumble of horse hooves gradually sounded in the distance of the street.

A light flashed in Juta's eyes, and she immediately pointed at the tall man and said: "Fern, you stay here. I will go up to support that adult. As for Simon, leave it to me and my people -"

"Why am I left behind?" Fern was stunned and frowned: "The fighting power of the Firelands Chapter is no weaker than any of you."

The red-haired girl smiled slightly: "Why, you want to fight with me, a weak woman? Fern, did I hear that you used to be a knight? Aren't knights supposed to be polite?"

The tall man snorted slightly and turned back to ignore her. He thrust the giant sword with both hands into the ground, and there was a sharp click. Fern raised his head, his eyes swept over the heads of every member of the Firegoers and other people present, and then he ordered in a deep voice: "Don't let go before dawn." An undead has entered the city. Anyone who dares to take a step back, be careful as I crush his balls——!"

After speaking, he raised his right fist.

moment.

What responded to him was a sea of ​​weapons raised high, silently——

A victorious smile bloomed on Yuta's face. She pursed her lips and smiled, but her expression quickly became solemn. When she turned around, her pretty face was already cold.

The red-haired female mercenary leader looked at her people and stretched out her hand to Youping: "My people, follow me -"

Her voice was as cold as a cold blade.

Fern silently looked back at the red-haired female mercenary leader. The knight's courtesy was not to allow women and children to participate in the battle, but this time he did not choose to refuse because he knew that Juta's only sister died today. Amid the morning massacre.

And for the survival of the mercenary corps, each of them chose silence. Even though his heart was burning with rage for revenge, he still chose to turn around - not to face this dark world. The young man forced them to this point, but he did not represent the choice in their hearts, allowing them to face all this.

Face your own heart and this burning anger.

Fern looked back at the endless night and sighed inexplicably.

breaking Dawn.

Only with the first ray of light can there be dawn.

But where is the light?

…

If the battlefield is a huge chess game, then the chess game becomes alive and vivid at this moment.

The noble cavalry could not stop Brando's advance, and the crossbowmen quickly entered the attack position in the rear. These heavily armored crossbowmen are the core component of the nobles' private army. They raised their four-armed crossbows high in response to the command, twisted the bow strings, and put the steel arrows in place.

Then at the command, locusts rained down.

Black arrows rained down from the sky, and the mercenaries at the front immediately fell down in a row. The silver-haired middle-aged mercenary captain used his sword to sever the crossbow bolt directed at him. When he saw the casualties among his own people, his face was so gloomy that he gritted his teeth.

However, the crossbow arrows flew to Brando's side. The young man protected Funya with one hand. With a stroke of his right hand, the wind pressure caused by the White Crow Swordsmanship made these steel arrows fly back one after another as if they had experienced a storm. Hit the wall.

He pressed his sword forward, and Medisa took the lead.

The second line of defense that the city's defenders had managed to organize immediately became in danger. The noble private soldiers could rely on two knights with silver strength - but unfortunately, the opponent they found was not just a gold-level knight. The strong are so simple.

But a true silver elf knight.

Under the influence of centuries of fighting skills, the silver elf girl's keenness in combat has far exceeded that of ordinary people. She was like a breeze avoiding the spears in the hands of the two knights, but she had already swept them off their horses with one shot.

A moment.

Those noble crossbowmen who were wearing heavy armor and moving unchanged found themselves facing a terrifying unicorn knight. And there is no obstacle between them.

Medisa put the gun away with one hand, her silver eyes filled with coldness——

The defenders were defeated.

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