Act 55 Sword, Light

Accompanied by an unusually shrill scream, the gargoyle swooped down, and its hook-like claws grabbed Sir Burnley's shoulders, lifting such a spherical figure into the air. The industrialist didn't react at first, he danced in panic and wanted to shout, but when he saw his situation, he was pale and unable to move.

Everyone raised their heads, although they were contemptuous in their hearts, they also knew that it would not be better if they went up there.

Brando, holding a sword in one hand, stood in front of the army by himself, and waved forward without looking back: "Gargoyle, Uom! (Woman: Come back!)"

He turned his head again, as if the tide of the sea was ebb, and hundreds of people took a step back under his gaze. As soon as the aristocratic private soldiers retreated, Ciel Lai, who was held up by countless spears behind him, was revealed.

"Don't move, I surrender!" Upon seeing this, the young wizard squire raised his hand without saying a word, expressing that he had no intention of resisting at all.

I said, does this guy have some backbone? Seeing this, Brando couldn't help sighing and shook his head. But Ciel blinked at him as if he didn't see it, meaning: Next, it's up to you, Lord, I've done my best. It's good that Brando didn't get mad at him.

At this time, the white mane riders were entering the arena. They formed a semi-encirclement behind Brando and seemed to intend to take control of the scene from these messy noble private soldiers.

Although Lord Jinguo in the distance couldn't help but want to scold his mother when he saw this scene, on the one hand he lost Makalu, on the other hand Burnley, who had been helping him with advice, was now hanging in the air, while his other Captain Glanson was attacking the castle, with almost no one around him but a rabble.

He endured it, and had to run up on horseback alone. In fact, he was enduring the cold sweat from his vest, and he almost thought that the gargoyle attack was coming at himself: but what did the young man take to Burnley for?

Lord Jinguo came to the encirclement with doubts in his heart, and took a group of noble gentry to stand opposite Luc Besson. There wasn't much to say on either side - or at all, the conflict between the Golan-Elsen noble gentry and the local legion had been a long-standing affair--needed no apparent politeness.

The 'tiger' Luc Besson on the other side was more like a javelin on horseback. The dark-skinned soldier glanced at the gentry and nobles headed by Lord Jinguo and smiled disdainfully. Although he is in the White Mane Legion, his heart is in the revival faction of the Royal Party.

On the contrary, his eyes fell on Brando. This young man who was still calm in front of the army and repelled his four captains with a single sword really aroused his interest. But to his surprise, the young man's gaze also fell on him through the crowd.

Does he know me?

Luc Besson frowned, but quickly calmed down. "Young man, I'll give you a chance to put poor Sir Burnley down. You see, your companion is in our hands." As soon as he spoke, he took over the overall command from Lord Kingo. .

As soon as Brando heard the voice, he recognized that it was 'Tiger' Luc Besson. Before the First War of the Black Roses, he had heard him speak from a distance several times during his honorary mission at Fort Ridenburg.

'Tiger' Luc Besson, a high-ranking silver swordsman, is also an outstanding person in the entire Erouin.

In front of such a master, Brando didn't dare to be careless. He let out a sigh of relief to relax himself. At the same time, his thoughts flew around. He looked at Lord Jinguo on the side, and then at Luc Besson. It is based on the opposition of both sides.

This opposition did not arise by chance.

At Ridenburg, the opposition between the local council of nobles and the power of the local legionaries was like most contradictions in this ancient country,

Let’s start with Erouin’s unique political system. Because it originated from the divided Gruze Empire, Eruin's law was born out of the black imperial code, but after a long lord war, in order to avoid history repeating - the fourth monarch of the kingdom, Ain I A system in which the royal family controls the army, and the local government divides the military and politics is established.

Based on the principalities and counties, the lords formed small 'nations'. In these countries, the lords enjoy complete local legislative and administrative powers, but in terms of taxation, the king has the first right to levy all mines, forest farms and farmland in any territory, while the nobles have only the second right to levy taxes. . In addition to the militia and the garrison, the nobles are not allowed to form their own private army, and the local defense is in charge of the various legions controlled by the royal family members.

Through the tax officer-central legion system, in the era of strong royal power, the royal family closely monitored the place and established a powerful kingdom of Eruin. However, Brando knew that as long as he was a human being, he would make mistakes. Behind the temporary glory, there were hidden worries in the kingdom. With the decline of the royal power, the drawbacks gradually emerged.

The conflict stems from the division within the royal family, and since Edward the 'Faithful' came to the throne some sixty years ago, Eruin has entered the reign of the Corcovado dynasty. Duke Anlek, who also has the right to inherit, has always held a grudge against this. When the royal family was separated from Germany, different factions began to appear in the local legion.

And when the royal family found that it could not effectively control the huge army, the authority of the central government began to weaken; in fact, since the year of the cave beast, the king's tax collector could not even enter one-third of the territory, and the royal family's prestige was weakened. It is evident to what extent it has weakened.

He knew that in fact, since Archduke Anlek, who inherited his father's business eleven years ago, forced the then Aubergu VI to change the new defense decree, the only military force that the royal family really controlled was the Praetorian Guards, West France He's Black Blade Corps and the 11th Freelance Company Column at Ambersel.

Based on this background, the influence of the royal family on the place is getting weaker and weaker. But even in this way, the place is not monolithic, and the struggle for power and profit between the local nobles and the local legions tends to be intensified. Just like in Golan-Elsen, the grievances and grievances between Count Pula and the Grand Duke of Golan-Elsen have long been rumored.

In Ridenburg, this contradiction is reflected in Lord Kingo and Luc Besson. Although they all agreed on giving up the Bouche area, but who should take the responsibility in the end, it is up to their ability and their own means-presumably Luc Besson has always been at a disadvantage, but now the appearance of his own group has made things worse. a turnaround.

This turning point is whether he is a militia of Buch, as long as they are there, Lord Jinguo's pre-prepared excuse will become a lie, to deceive the king, this is not a trivial matter. Although the royal family is a royal family in name, the central questioning can be a justifiable excuse for the nobles to criticize each other.

After thinking about this, Brando realized that his life would not be in danger at least for a while. Maybe Lord Kingo wants to let him die, but it's up to Luc Besson to agree.

Brando suddenly felt a little sad. He actually knew all this for a long time, but he couldn't explain it to Freya. If the girl knew that all their hard work was destined to be ruined at the hands of those who were fighting each other at the last minute, I'm afraid she would not be able to accept it for a while.

Sadness is sadness, but at this moment, he has to thank Martha for making these people short-sighted, so that he can use this opportunity to speak. After listening to Luc Besson's words, he couldn't help showing a sneer: "It's ridiculous, everyone."

His words of not going to the village in front of him and not going to the store in the back made everyone stunned.

"Ridiculous?" Luc Besson rode on his horse and smiled condescendingly: "Where is the ridiculousness?"

Brando thought that he would make you laugh immediately, and he waved the gargoyle to his side. Then he threw the elf sword in his hand, and switched from left hand to right hand.

"Sir Luc Besson." He turned his head again: "Your lord, you want me to put this dead fat man down?" He patted Burnley's face with his hand, and he couldn't help but flashed the first time an hour or two ago. The scene when I saw these people.

The scene where the Earl of Doon confiscated his sword and then raised it——

These memories flowed through his heart like water, calming him down. He raised his head and replied, "I think it's ridiculous that some people don't even know when they're about to die. Do you really think Ridenburg can sit back and relax, and the Madara army dare not set foot in the territory of Eruin?"

"Madala?" Luc Besson and Lord Jinguo froze again.

"Boy, what are you trying to say?" Lord Jinguo asked, still thinking about the relationship between the other party and Wizard Gabu, and asked.

Brando didn't talk nonsense with them, but picked up the sword and put it on Sir Burnley's neck. Before he said a word, the elf sword was already shining brightly, and a layer of fluorescent light flashed on the surface.

"Sir Burnley is rich and knowledgeable, can you tell me the origin of this sword?" Brando suddenly sneered and asked in someone's tone.

The fat man who was caught by the gargoyle suddenly struggled desperately and kept backing away.

But Brando didn't care about him, he finally confirmed what he was thinking at this moment, and couldn't help but scolded: "This sword is called the thorn of Zhanguang, a sword born from light. All the undead have nowhere to escape in front of it. It's a pity that you only admire the sword, but forget the state of Earl Doon when he got it, you short-sighted idiots."

"My lords, do you think this fat pig is your companion? It's ridiculous, Targus has already planted spies among you and you don't even know it—"

Luc Besson and a group of nobles were dumbfounded, not knowing whether it was true or not. Although the captain of the Swordsmen Regiment of the White Mane Legion had subconsciously believed Brando's words, he would rather hope that what the other party said was not true.

But Brando had already raised his sword and stabbed into Burnley's spherical body. The latter wailed, his body quickly withered, and then his appearance quickly changed, turning into a hideous, withered monster.

"Corpse witch!" Luc Besson recognized this thing at first sight.

Seeing this, Lord Jinguo even sat back on the horse and shouted, "Impossible!"

His reaction startled everyone, and almost everyone turned their attention to him. Only Brando looked cold and knew what had happened at the moment, and history had not changed. It was only today that he understood what happened on this day in history and why Ridenburg fell so quickly.

And Lord Jinguo only felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Every word that the damn fat man said to him before now turned into a vicious trap in his eyes. In order to hunt down Brando and his party, he had already transferred one-third of the castle's garrison troops to Burnley's private soldiers.

As for those private soldiers, it seems that they should know what they are now.

They were hesitating, but suddenly they saw a faint blue fire rising into the sky to the west and northwest of Ridenburg. At this time, no need to say anything, everyone understood what happened.

For a moment, the Sir Sir couldn't help but feel the world spinning.

"Withdraw, quickly withdraw! Go to the east gate!"

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