Act 5 Confrontation

In any case, in a country like Rydenburg, the sword that Brando got out of the car was indeed shocking, enough to shock every person with ulterior motives and ready to move, and even let these people stand behind the murderous sword. Even his throat seems to be stuck - he can only stand aside obediently. For a while, although the street was still crowded with people, everyone understood that the carriage was a man not to be trifled with, and tacitly kept a subtle distance from the carriage.

And the corpses of those two unlucky ghosts were placed under the carriage in such a grandiose manner. The young man didn't say what to do with it, so the others naturally didn't dare to do it for them, so they could only pretend they didn't see it. What's more, the two corpses themselves are a kind of deterrent - the people who come up from behind look at the corpses, and then look at the carriage that seems to be independent from the world in the crowd, and immediately understand where to go and where not to go.

Brando, who was sitting in the carriage, was also worried. He was wondering where Freya was, why didn't she come?

But the worry in his heart was not written on his face, he turned his head and looked outside. At this time, a group of ferocious people followed behind the carriage, and those who stood in their way were pushed aside, and those who resisted were severely beaten.

"It's really a wave of unrest, and another wave." Brando frowned, putting one hand on the sword vigilantly.

"Who are they?" Charles looked outside and asked from the side.

"A businessman in the city." The carriage driver was terrified at first, and when Brando drew his sword to kill someone, he was so frightened that he wanted to abandon the cart and run away, but he didn't react a little at this moment - the more powerful this lord, The greater the chance of his survival, the better.

"It seems that they are also bullying the market." Brando looked at the performance of these people, and then saw the obvious disapproval on the carriage driver's face, but he didn't dare to say a word, so he knew who were outside.

"Your colleague doesn't look like a nice guy, little Roman," he said over his shoulder.

"It's okay." Little Roman sat next to him—with an expression on my face that I was very safe.

During the conversation, the group of people had come near the carriage. At first they seemed to be planning to snatch Brando's carriage, but when they saw the two corpses outside the carriage, their faces changed. They are different from the previous ones. These merchants and their guards have winks and know who can be bullied and who is best not to mess with.

They hesitated, then pushed on. However, these guards are usually used to bullying and dominating the market, and it is even more insignificant to strike at a critical moment. Soon many people were pushed to the side of Brando's carriage-and soon a middle-aged man was pushed and stumbled over. , His forehead hit the wheel of the carriage, blood flowed immediately.

"Father!" A childish and panicked voice sounded from the crowd.

The middle-aged man snorted, got up with the support of the carriage, and rushed straight to the guard who pushed him. The guard was caught off guard by him and fell into the crowd.

The crowd suddenly went into an uproar.

The middle-aged man immediately turned around and ran into the crowd, grabbed the little boy with one hand and ran away. However, how could those guards allow him to be presumptuous here? He had just found his son when he was thrown to the ground by those people from behind.

"Let go of my father!" The little boy was in a hurry, crying and pushing away the guards pressing on the middle-aged man. But how could he have this ability, and was pushed away by the opponent with a wave of his hand.

The guard who was knocked to the ground finally got up now, and while cursing loudly, he drew out his sword and walked over, grabbed the middle-aged man's hair with one hand and twisted his head, cursing: "You bumpkin, You don’t want to live anymore, do you? I will fulfill you today.”

The middle-aged man trembled and struggled unwillingly, but was restrained by the opponent's accomplice and could not move. The people around turned their heads away after seeing this scene, although it was unavoidable that there was some sadness in their hearts,

But no one dared to stand up.

The guard raised his sword while swearing, but before he could stab, a sword wind swept open the door of the carriage, split the door in two, and shot straight out. The sweeping transparent ripples not only knocked away the sword in the guard's hand, but let it fly out with a "clank" and insert it on a wooden door not far away—the guard suddenly screamed, and he held his bloody The hand, the palm has been broken at the wrist.

And this sudden turn of events startled the opponent's accomplices, subconsciously drew their swords. Brando also pulled out his sword and got off the carriage, and there was a clang of long swords coming out of their sheaths.

"Who are you?" The businessman behind asked sharply, and he also saw the extraordinaryness of Brando's sword. However, seeing that he was a young man, and seeing that he was not dressed like a nobleman, his vigilance naturally eased a lot. In the final analysis, this businessman has only squatted in Riddenburg all his life, without much knowledge. If he was a nobleman, he would at least recognize how threatening Brando's sword was.

Brando glanced at him, and didn't bother to say a word to the scum.

But his sword changed his position in an instant. Those who were bullied before were old and young, men and women, and they could not understand what the other party did for a long time, but they did not have the ability or the courage to resist. Now there is a person who seems to be able to stand up. When they came out, they subconsciously chose to side with Brando.

Brando not only became their savior, but also a natural leader. So the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became subtle. At first, the businessman wanted to bully the few people because of the large number of people, but when he saw the crowd surrounding Brando, he was a little uncertain for a while.

A flock of sheep is not scary, but it is different if a lion leads them. Brando is the group of lions leading the sheep at this moment.

Of course, if the businessman knew that Brando could kill his rabble two or three times by himself, he probably wouldn't think so. He hesitated in his heart, and the wailing of the guard who had broken his hand on the ground also disturbed him.

And it was at this time that another team also came to the field. When Brando saw the other party's attire, he recognized that it was Riedenburg's security cavalry.

Because there is a swordsman regiment of the White Mane Legion stationed in Riddenburg, it is a garrison area, so there is no guard. Local security and clearing the countryside are generally completed by local guards and security cavalry, but these two troops have no formal establishment and belong to the local noble council. In the early years, the emergence of local guards and security cavalry was also a manifestation of the growth of local forces.

However, most of these non-professional local troops have become local tyrants. Compared with them, the businessman before may be regarded as a law-abiding citizen. In Brando's memory, the most ridiculous thing is that the local guards and security cavalry in Riddenburg even hate each other, and it has developed to the point where they hire players to grab the territory.

When he did this series of tasks before, he had a deep memory. So seeing these people now, I subconsciously feel some disgust.

"What are you doing here, fighting in the street?" The tall cavalry captain put on airs when he spoke. He glanced sideways at the merchant, and the expression on his face relaxed a little: "Isn't this Mr. Makov, Bonoan's great dye merchant? How is your business?"

Makov nodded with a half-smile: "It's okay, Captain Uriel. But there is a person here who killed people in the street and hurt me. What do you think?"

The cavalry captain frowned, normally he would still be in the mood to take the opportunity to blackmail this guy, but now that the city is about to be destroyed, he doesn't have any extra thoughts. However, he is used to domineering and domineering on weekdays, so he subconsciously put on a condescending attitude: "Who are you?"

Brando glanced at him and flattered him casually, "Dune."

The cavalry captain frowned and looked at Brando suspiciously. But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the crowd, and one or two screams of horror sounded from behind: "Monster, monster! There are many monsters behind!"

"It's the undead, everyone run!"

Madara's advance troops arrive.

The speed of the people behind suddenly accelerated, and the pushing inevitably affected Markov's guards and Uriel's men in front. But how could these guards let the people behind squeeze to the front, and immediately picked up the sheathed sword and beat the head of the rushing person desperately, the people behind couldn't enter and retreat for a while, crying Suddenly resounded.

Ulier frowned when he saw this, he was different from the country bumpkin businessman, he had seen some world experience at least. Knowing that the blockage cannot be blocked in this situation, he had to think of another way, but his eyes quickly fell on the heads of the people in front.

"You," he pointed at Brando: "You get the carriage over, and you, come over and block the road! The others get out of the way, let's go ahead!"

When he said this, the civilians behind Brando were stunned. Originally, the actions of Uriel and his party had made these people secretly dissatisfied. They put on a look of indifference to human life and used their swords to block the fleeing people behind. Although the people in front didn't say anything, they were all refugees But it is inevitable to have lingering fears.

"Why?" Someone asked dissatisfiedly in the crowd.

"Nonsense." Uriel ordered his men to spread out their swords, and said, "As a citizen of Riedenburg, it is our duty to help the security cavalry maintain order. Why, do you want to resist?"

Everyone looked at the cavalry lined up, their long swords glowing coldly - and then looked at the street behind which was engulfed in raging fire - the faint blue flames were indescribably strange, especially in the rising smoke. The shadows of some skeletons were looming, and I didn't know how to answer them for a while.

All eyes fell on Brando.

"Damn it, it's really not easy to be an early bird." Brando suddenly felt uncomfortable all over. However, he looked at the civilians who were being blocked by Markov's guards on the other side of the sword, seeing the despair in their eyes, he still couldn't help but secretly sighed.

In any case, half of his soul comes from modern times after all, and he represents a civilized, orderly and peaceful society in his bones. This is one of his greatest prides and must not be trampled upon.

He leaned forward slightly, and entered the most basic attacking posture in Eruin's military swordsmanship:

"I'll count to ten. If you still don't get out when you count to ten, don't blame me for being rude."

Brando replied lightly.

Everyone was stunned——

Especially Ulier and Markov, they almost thought that there was something wrong with their ears. The cavalry captain almost felt that he had been slapped in the face. He couldn't help becoming angry, and he didn't even want the basic fig leaf, and shouted: "Kill him!"

The cavalry raised their swords high and rushed forward.

(PS. I will keep writing today, and I will continue to write more, everyone will wait and see. Ask for a guaranteed monthly pass for next month.)