Act 225 Your Sword Will Always Shine, Eruin (Part 1)

Scene 225: Your sword will always shine, Eruin (Part 1)

The Black Wolf Lord ran at the front. His fur was pitch black and as hard as steel thorns. His eyes were like a ball of green fire burning, like a devil born in hell. When he ran, he landed on all fours, and his sharp claws and claws radiated cold light, cracking, cracking. It ran wildly on the dead leaves in the forest. The soldiers could not catch up with its speed. They could only watch it go from another mountain to the valley, and then from the valley to the woods on the opposite side. All the arrows fell behind it, and they could only watch helplessly. Watching it approach. ∮E∮novels∮网, www.exiao ｗｈｕｏ.Ｃ∮Ｏ∮Ｍ∮

The herald tremblingly gave the order to level the spears, but the noble soldiers of Grus retreated in waves, and there seemed to be a few visible ripples on the position. Sir Grus and his knights were supposed to supervise the battle with long swords, but the wolf disaster has been the nightmare of Tony Geer and the people in the forest for generations - the black shadow escaping in the forest is the mythical monster that devours everything. A sign of doom—the knights also turned pale.

"How could we meet this ghost!" Grus cursed.

The Grus are still able to maintain a stable position, but the mountain people are even more afraid of the wolf disaster. Several tribes in the rear have secretly dispersed, and the tribes in the front are also in chaos. This has been heard since childhood and is ingrained in their hearts. Once the fear spreads, it will be like a disaster falling from the sky. No matter how brave the warrior is, his liver and gallbladder will be broken and his armor will be discarded.

The black wolves arrived at the front of the formation, less than a hundred steps away, and the archers' projection had no effect on them at all. Sir Grouch has golden strength and excellent eyesight. He can see at a glance that the soft shot cannot even penetrate the black wolf's fur. The army behind him is moving forward. The Grizzly Bear Lord is cunning, wavering and cannot be relied on. He can only order his soldiers to come forward. People cannot outrun the black wolf, and neither can horses. Sir Grus has lived in the south for thirty years. Be very clear about this.

It was freezing in the forest, but what was even colder was the chill in my heart. There are only a few hundred black wolves, they look like foals, and their speed is so fast that they seem to be endless. There was sweat in the palm of my hand, and it condensed on the hilt of the sword, as if my breath had condensed.

But a young knight ran out of the forest first.

Brando raised his head. ⊥E Novels, www.e

Grushi first thought it was his scout, but then found out that it was not his scout. The young man raised his head and looked at him. The two faced each other from a distance, but he felt that he was completely seen through.

"Who are you?" Grushi had a bad premonition.

"Sir Grouch, when you are dreaming now, do you still remember that decisive turn back on the battlefield of Condenal? You lost your honor on the battlefield, and now I have brought it back to you."

Brando made him scream as soon as he opened his mouth,

His face was pale, as if he had fallen into the deepest nightmare. Sir Grouch trembled and pointed at Brando: "You...you..." He thought no one knew about the incident where he left his comrades and ran away on the battlefield twenty years ago, but now a young man has revealed it.

Brando said nothing. He actually had no intention of mocking the other party. As he said, he just brought back the lost honor for the other party.

The black wolves behind him have surged out like a tide. Horses and wolves are opposing creatures, but Brando can stand motionless in the tide of wolves while riding a horse. The strange scene makes people even more frightened. Then the black wolf collided with the Grusz noble soldiers.

It's as if the black paint blends into the gray-green lines.

At that moment, time slowed down, and the flat spears all stabbed the colt-sized black wolf, but the metal spear points could not penetrate the black wolf's hard fur, let alone the rocky deck below. The spears were bent one after another, cracking along the grain, crackling, and the broken wood chips caused a cloud of smoke to rise from the front line of the position.

Most of Grusz's noble soldiers are only white-ranked soldiers. The lower-level non-commissioned officers in the infantry often have the strength of the black iron rank. How can they be the opponent of the black wolf in the silver rank? The first line of defense composed of thousands of infantrymen is almost It was pierced in an instant and turned into a sieve riddled with holes.

The human soldiers began to retreat continuously, mixed with cries and screams. ＥNovel Network(wＷw.Ｅxiao ￠shuo.ｃＯＭ)

Sir Grouch seemed to have just reacted to his nightmare at this time, and he immediately ordered his knights to stabilize the second line of defense. The knights all have silver combat power. They take over command as soon as they enter the position, trying to stabilize the morale of the army with the help of ordinary soldiers.

However, the Grus' positions had begun to habitually collapse toward the center, and the wolves tore out a huge hole. The center of this hole pointed right at Sir Grus on the top of the mountain. Just as if because of what Brando said before, the knight of Denel never retreated, holding a long sword and silently watching the battle unfold below.

The knights seemed to have been instructed to enter the two wings. The two wings that were least attacked by the black wolves quickly stabilized. The Grus gradually discovered that the number of black wolves was actually not many. After a commotion, the soldiers began to try to outflank them from behind. .

Have you given up on the main line?

What a bold decision.

Brando raised his head among the wolves. He and Sir Grus looked at each other from a distance, no more than a kilometer apart. This distance is neither close nor far on the battlefield of Warnde, and it can be said to test the courage and wisdom of the commanders on both sides.

The Lord Sir stood there motionless, looking at him, actually wanting to use himself as a bet, wanting to surround him and the wolves.

Such courage did not surprise Brando, because he had expected it.

In just a moment, the wolves were completely surrounded. Two hundred black wolves and more than a hundred black iron-centered shadow rock beasts assisted in the battle, facing dozens of times as many human soldiers. It is no longer possible to retreat. What the two sides are comparing is who can reach victory first.

Brando raised the Sword of the Earth.

The wolves automatically separated a path for him, and the Pegasus who sat down seemed to feel the urging of his master and began to move faster. His mount is not an ordinary Pegasus, but a gift given to him by the tree elves - this Pegasus is a natural spirit flowing with silver blood, a descendant of Saint Macalanar, and the seed of silver. A fantasy creature on the same level as a unicorn, it is stronger and faster than an ordinary Pegasus, and it also has the ability to control plants and wind - Brando is now riding on the wings of the wind and traveling in the wind.

Like a stretched white line, there were no longer wolves in front of him, but pale human soldiers holding spears. The long sword in Brando's hand drew an arc, as if seven long swords appeared at the same time. With several clanging sounds, more than a dozen spears were launched by him at the same time.

Brando stretched his left hand forward and shouted: "Grant me authority, strong wind."

This is the elementalist's two-ring wind spell, beam.

The bursting air flow scattered out, and a hurricane seemed to be generated behind Brando. He moved forward, and the wind wall also moved forward. The soldiers in front of him were pushed away to form a hemispherical human wall, and the human wall was in mid-air. Scattered, these unlucky guys fell far into the crowd.

The black wolf lord, whose back is as tall as a giant beast, walks side by side with his master. It is born with the strength of peak silver. After turning into stone, strips of rock decks appear on the shoulder armor, forehead and back, greatly improving its strength and defense. At this moment, it is approaching the first level of gold, and ordinary soldiers cannot get close to it at all. It roars like a wolf, and its momentum alone can scare a group of people until their legs weaken.

One person and one wolf instantly opened up a nearly fifty-meter-long no-man's strip among the crowd. Behind them, the black wolves followed immediately, widening the passage.

But two knights rushed out diagonally, one on the left and one on the right, trying to block Brando's way. The sword of the earth in Brando's hand was leveled, and there was a sword light, and the armor passed by. Even the man and the horse, the upper bodies of the two knights and the heads of the horses flew high together.

Kill the silver level instantly.

All the Grushi noble soldiers who were coming up were frightened at this moment, and all stopped in their tracks. In the golden field, this was no longer a battle that mortals like them could intervene in.

Brando rode forward again, and the enemy soldiers retreated to open a way for him. Such a spectacle was like turning against each other on the battlefield. Sir Grus also changed his expression. For such a young gold-level person, this is definitely a genius that Elu can count.

And this was not the first level of gold. Seeing the field of elements shining brightly on Brando's sword, Grus felt that the hope in his heart had turned to freezing point.

"What on earth is going on? These rebels..."

But Brando knew it in his heart when he saw that Grouch still had no intention of taking action. He looked around and saw that two gold-level fluctuations had erupted in the crowd. "Sure enough, there is an ambush. There are more than two gold-level ones." He looked at the two swordsmen who were attacking him. They were both gold-level beginners. Faces are either secretly cultivated or hired. The wealth of the great nobles is certainly rich.

Brando was not nervous at all. He still moved forward, raised his sword and struck at the first golden swordsman who rushed towards him. The power of this sword, including the sprint of man and horse, was not reserved at all. The sword struck straight, like a shooting star, moving forward inexorably.

That almost frightened the golden swordsman of the Denel family. He had never seen such a crazy person. He completely gave up on defense even though he knew it was one-on-one. This sword was clearly "I will fight for my life not to take it." Give you a knife' - no technical content at all, but enough to scare people crazy.

But of course he didn't want to die with Brando, but the sword came too fast, and he couldn't dodge in time, so he could only raise his sword to parry. He was extremely depressed. He was the first to attack, but he was counterattacked by the opponent's madman-like attack. Now he can only count on his companions to seize Brando's desperate opportunity. The two of them have been working together for many years, and they will not miss such an obvious opportunity.

But what happened next made him a little unexpected. I saw Brando slashing his sword with a sword, and the huge force almost broke his hand. The guy stepped back repeatedly, gritting his teeth and cursing secretly while trying to find balance, but he When he raised his head, he found that Brando seemed to have struck with another perfect sword as if he didn't need to find his center of gravity again.

This shock was truly overwhelming.

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