Scene 4 Turmoil

The news of Madara's army entering the city spread like a plague in Riddenburg. For thousands of years, the dark country opposite the Yusong Mountains has been described as an evil place to hide filth. Undead, robbers, and bandits from time to time, it seems that Eruin's misfortune was brought by the opposite side, so the nobles maintained their unchanged rule for hundreds of years with peace of mind, and the villagers trained themselves and were ready to fight at any time .

But now this enemy who seems to have always existed in legends and stories has not only jumped out of the paper, but has also come alive from the paper, opening its fangs, and is about to eat people. But the citizens of Riedenburg found out, what about the nobles? What about Riedenburg's army?

Brando walked all the way, seeing more and more people coming out of the house along the way, getting a little bit of news from other fugitives, and then hurried back to the house, carrying luggage and family, heading north door forward.

There were more and more people, and finally gathered into a mighty stream of people. In the eyes of young people, the huge crowd seems to constitute a gray oil painting. In this oil painting, there are old people, children, men, women, even mules, horses, and carriages. .

The child held the adult's hand with curiosity on his face. The woman relied on her man, her pale face was full of tension, but few people spoke in the mighty flow of people, only the sound of the huge team advancing.

Because there is no one to maintain order, the flow of people collides with each other very quickly. And some people wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters when they were mixed in the crowd - soon another carriage fell in the middle of the road ahead, and the people who were moving slowly were further blocked in the middle of the road. People argued and soon turned into a confrontation, people in the back cursed loudly, and an inexplicable panic began to spread among the crowd.

This scene almost happened when Brando and Charles found Roman, and he asked the coachman to drive the carriage to the side of the road. Then he and Charles sat in the carriage on the left and right, protecting the sides of the carriage, and then calmly watched the riots spreading in the street.

"Brando, you're finally here. I'm so worried." The merchant lady was obviously relieved, her round-toed leather boots were rubbing against the wooden boards under the carriage, and she was a little nervous.

"There are too many people on the road, which took some time." Brando drew out his sword and replied.

"Where's Freya?"

"I don't know, wait and see."

And Shire watched indifferently for a while, and suddenly whispered to his lord: "My lord, someone is fanning the flames in the crowd."

"What's the benefit of them doing this?" Brando was taken aback, he didn't understand, because he never paid attention to the behavior of these civilian NPCs in the game. He's not a behaviorist.

"I'm just afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

"Why?"

"Because they subconsciously know that only chaos will benefit them. Ambitious people will not be willing to be lonely, my lord. Some people naturally hope for chaos, but they don't have the opportunity on weekdays, and now the opportunity has come. "Charles stared at the people outside and said coldly.

"Even at this time of year, are they dying?" Brando came from modern times and had some understanding of the inferiority of human beings. But this does not explain anything. As the only social creature with advanced intelligence, the behavior state of a certain part of human beings as a whole only means that human beings have this attribute.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of rivalry between the same class, just because of ambition. He saw that the commotion in the crowd gradually expanded. Someone was pushing and shoving between the fallen carriage, and the cry of a child was soon heard.

The panic obviously deepened, and rumors about the appearance of Madara's army began to spread among the crowd, and the more they spread, the more they swore. Those who were far away were considering whether to turn around and leave, and this hesitation soon affected more people around them.

The streets became chaotic.

"Even at this time, my lord. My mentor said that madness makes people daring, and hysteria and a little ambition are enough to unite those people." Charles pointed to the group of people who were about to move around in the crowd, and replied like this Said, "When I was studying magic in Karasu, my mentor built a tower among black rocks, where apprentices like me not only learned how to cast spells, but also learned how to manipulate human nature—"

Brando nodded. Karasu's highland wizards learned a method similar to but very different from Buga's wizards. Those high-ranking wizards in Buga wearing milky white robes and walking on the snow-white marble floor are more like rulers among academics, nobles, or wizards than the mysterious witchcraft inheritance in other regions.

"What do they want?" the merchant lady asked curiously with her eyes wide open.

"Plundering, robbing, and using violent means to obtain everything that one would never dare to think of - such as a beautiful lady like you."

"No, don't say that, and I won't thank you." The business lady blushed from the praise, and her little eyebrows were raised.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, the riot finally broke out.

No one knows who made the first move, but for a while many people started attacking others. More people took this opportunity to push forward, and many families were scattered in the crowd, and those who were pushed to the ground had almost no chance to stand up again.

Shouts, cries, and screams resounded all of a sudden.

Brando watched this scene silently, he was powerless to stop, so he could only ask the coachman to pull the carriage aside. But his actions attracted prying eyes, and some of the rioters noticed him. When they saw Roman in the carriage, their eyes couldn't help but gleamed greedily.

Most of those people are idle vagrants on the street, young youths, or disgraced mercenaries, and lawless adventurers. They have a common language with each other, and even connect with each other just by tacit understanding, pushing aside and standing in front of them The person inadvertently approached Brando's side.

Brando frowned when he saw this, he subconsciously changed the sword to another hand, and Roman and Charles on the side also became nervous.

"Young man, it's not good for you to occupy a carriage by yourself, especially at this time of year. Let me take a ride." Soon a mercenary wearing a dirty leather armor grabbed onto the carriage with his hands. The railing of the lantern, involuntarily wanting to squeeze up.

"Go down." Brando moved the sword over and placed it on his neck.

"I just want to take a ride, boy, you don't want to kill people, do you?" The mercenary didn't expect Brando to be so tough, and couldn't help but startled. He stopped, stepped on the steps of the carriage, looked at Brando with malicious eyes and shouted: "You nobles, you left us and ran away at a critical moment, and now you just want to build a It's just a ride, you selfish bastards. Kill me if you can-"

Many people around surrounded the mercenary and looked at Brando with a provocative look. But they were looking at Roman more, salivating.

"Brando..." The business lady finally got a little scared, and couldn't help but grab Brando's arm with her slender hands.

Brando turned back and patted his and her hands, then turned back and said to the mercenary with a disgusted attitude: "Did you see that there are women in this carriage. She doesn't welcome you, you can leave."

Brando's tough attitude obviously angered the other party, and the mercenary cursed and wanted to forcibly board the car. Those who watched behind also tried to rush forward. They seemed to be convinced that Brando was just a young nobleman, and they didn't dare to do anything to them when the crowd was so excited.

"Lord, don't talk to him—" Before Charles could finish his sentence, he was stunned to see Brando withdraw his sword coldly and stab the mercenary in the chest, kicking him down again. .

The guy seemed to be in disbelief until he died. He didn't believe that Brando dared to do anything, but Brando told him with the facts - don't get my idea, I'm not one of those easy-to-talk people; Although he is no different from an ordinary person on weekdays, he has a soft heart and can't see the miserable situation of others. But when it comes to his bottom line, Brando is definitely a decisive person, and he will never be kind to a woman.

Just like the first time he killed someone in Yusong Castle, even though he felt disgusted afterwards, he didn't hesitate at all when he killed someone.

The mercenary's body fell back to the ground with a heavy bang, and the people around them stepped back subconsciously—they were all taken aback by Brando's indifference to human life, but these people immediately reacted— - They are the one with the most people.

"Damn noble, kill people in the street!" Someone shouted immediately.

"Yeah, we just wanted to hitch a ride."

"These guys who care about human life!"

"They never put us civilians in their eyes. We are not human at all in their eyes." Those people slowly surrounded them, confusing black and white, and loudly encouraged the people around them.

"Give him some color and see!"

"Drag him out of the car..."

"Kill him!" Most of the people didn't know the truth most of the time, they just believed what they heard and saw unilaterally, and soon a large crowd gathered beside the carriage.

Both Charles and Roman looked worried, and they also saw that the downward situation might not be good.

Brando held his sword, sat firmly on the side of the carriage, said nothing, just looked at these people coldly. Soon another person rushed forward. This guy thought that this 'noble youth' would at least restrain himself a little under the watchful eyes of everyone.

But he was wrong.

Brando didn't say a word, and directly pierced his throat with a sword, causing him to fall down clutching his throat in horror. The young man's sword not only shocked those young people, but also caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd.

But Brando stood up and jumped out of the carriage. His jump caused everyone around him to step back in unison. Brando stood among these people and looked at them coldly. He pressed the sword with one hand, and the sword suddenly waved on everyone's head——

A sword wind brushed against the tops of these people's heads, and those people only felt a light chill on their heads, and then, apart from the hair falling down, the roof of a building not far away suddenly opened with a sound of nearly ten foot-long cracks.

Everyone turned their heads and stared at the crack in dumbfounded.

"It's good to do it for yourself."

Only then did Brando drop a word coldly, put his sword back into its sheath, and climb into the carriage again. In fact, rather than wasting time on these people, he cared more about what happened to Freya, why she hasn't appeared yet.

But Roman looked at him with starry eyes.

"You are amazing, Brando." Miss Merchant exclaimed.

"Killing people is not a skill, especially these people are just civilians." Brando shook his head

"But only you will protect me."

Brando was taken aback, then smiled.

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(PS. I'm sorry, I've been reading the news of the fourth generation on the forum, and I fell asleep while reading...)