Act 20 The Passing Knight (Part 1)

Act 20: Enter the Passing Knight

"Young man, your journey ends here."

Alberton holds the sword in one hand, and the sword in his hand is called the Pale Fang. Although it is just an ordinary magic sword, it is a testimony of the achievements and glory of following this knight throughout his life.

He pressed his left hand flat on his right wrist. As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of frost-colored flames ignited on the thin sword blade. Brando knew clearly that it was the white flame of his lifelong fame for his swordsmanship.

Compared to him, Alberton was the real palace swordsman. He became a knight at the age of seventeen and was known as a craftsman at the age of forty. He fought for Eruin all his life and was Eruin's hero until his death. However, the White Knight Alberton became famous only after he became an undead.

In his time, Alberton was one of the Four Horsemen of the Madara Apocalypse, and his name as the White Knight came from Alberton the Conqueror. Such a name could not only stop children from crying.

As soon as Brando stepped back, he immediately felt in trouble. There are two column captains in Tagus' camp that he least wants to encounter. One is the conqueror, the White Knight Ebdon, and the other is the Red Knight, the King of War, Thunderios. Among them, the former is the most important, but It seemed as if Mistress Martha had made another little joke with him.

But the white knight struck so quickly. Before he could finish his thoughts, Alberton had already struck him with a vertical slash of his sword. It was like a bright silver moon-shaped arc from top to bottom. Before the sword arrived, Brando had already felt the cold and bone-chilling breath coming towards him. He immediately felt suffocated and did not dare to neglect. He quickly rolled to one side. open.

The flames blew across the ground, and the rock immediately broke apart with a bang, and the cut was covered with white frost.

Just the wind pressure can break the rock. Brando can't help but feel numb in his heart after seeing it. This is Baiyin's lowest strength. You must know that his White Crow Swordsmanship is no more than a burst of power. It can only cut through things like wood.

But he rolled to the side, and the white knight Alberton had already sat down on the reins of the nightmare horse, and killed one man and one horse. This undead knight didn't care about his men at all. It almost jumped on a piece of bone. Next to Brando.

A piece of bone fragments flying

Then the white knight raised his sword high, and with the force of his horse, he struck at the young man with one strike.

Brando had no choice but to raise the thorn of light to block it. There was a loud noise that made your teeth sore. The two swords were intertwined and bent backwards as much as possible at the same time. Brando felt as if his arm was about to be broken, and his whole body immediately flew backwards like a cannonball. He shot out and rolled on the ground several times before he managed to get up.

At least 25 levels of power.

Brando stood on the ground with one hand, shouting in his heart that he was lucky. Fortunately, he used the power explosion technique at the last moment, otherwise his hand would be useless. But even so, he still felt numbness in his right hand, and for a moment he almost thought he had lost consciousness in his right hand.

But it is too terrifying. At the second power level, the power of the Silver Swordsman has far exceeded seven tons with one strike with one hand. It has almost reached the point where it can bend the wind into a blade without any skills. Brando looked at the pure white knight who was approaching rapidly, and couldn't help but miss his holy sword card endlessly. It seemed that to defeat such a monster, he could only rely on that kind of power, but at this time he also had something in his hand. There is no earth element that can be used to pay for it.

Alberton has already driven in front of him, one man and one horse

Brando gritted his teeth and raised the sword again. This time he held the sword with both hands above his head and pointed the sword tip slightly tilted to the ground, assuming some of the best moves in military swordsmanship that are good at offloading force.

"Miscellaneous but not refined."

The white knight gave him a condescending look, and a cold, hoarse voice came from under his helmet. It raised its sword and slashed it down. Brando used his sword to engage the Pale Fang, and then adjusted the angle of the elf sword little by little at that moment. Sparks flew, and he let Alberton's sword slide away along with his sword movement.

But the remaining strength still made him fall backwards. Brando immediately knocked his hind foot on the ground. As if the subtle movements to adjust the body balance often used in military swordsmanship had become an instinct, he turned to the side. Sliding away, but squatting firmly on the ground.

After finally removing the sword, Brando was sweating profusely. In the game, he often completes such actions, but there is a system that helps him formulate the route of action, the position of the sword and the body, and also helps him correct the movements, instead of having to do every move by himself. grasp.

Even if you are not careful, you may lose your life.

But he actually did it.

He shook his arm, but his right hand was still numb. The opponent's strength was so great that every sword fight was like a head-on collision with a truck. Even after the force was removed, the muscles and bones could still be heard groaning.

Alberton also let out an angry sound from under his helmet. It saw that this young man's swordsmanship was only average, but he seemed to have a lot of experience. He immediately found suitable coping skills. This was the reaction of a veteran.

He turned the horse's head and began to accelerate again.

But Brando finally broke away from the opponent's attack rhythm. How could he give the opponent another chance to take the lead? He immediately raised his right hand, pointed the silver ring at Alberton, and shouted: "oss!"

"Magic activation spell?" The blazing flames in the white knight's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately returned to his horse and placed the sword diagonally in front of him.

Alberton had just completed this action when there was a loud noise and a surge of wind had already brought a deep trace from the gravel ground and headed straight towards the undead knight. However, as soon as this violent cyclone hit its sword, it immediately Suddenly separated to both sides, instantly forming a beautiful Y-shaped scratch on the ground. Every skeleton soldier on this scratch was thrown high in an instant, disintegrated in mid-air and landed far away. On the river beach.

Then there was a crackling sound, as if there was a bone rain.

The white knight Alberton retracted his sword, and before the dust had settled, he moved up again and let out a clear cry. Brando had already broken through the smoke and jumped out, exchanging swords with it in mid-air.

No flaws.

Brando was not surprised at all. After all, elites of this level were only stronger than the Golden Demon Tree. In fact, when he fought against the Golden Demon Tree, he also relied on the Holy Sword Card, otherwise it would be unclear who would win. When dealing with the white knight Alberton, he would never dare to take any chances.

Leap level challenges can only rely on thorough preparation and all-out response.

He exchanged swords with the opponent, and when his body fell backward, another sword wind came back with his backhand. Alberton retracted his sword and swung it out again with an expressionless face. A burst of silver fire eliminated Brando's sword wind invisible.

Alberton sheathed his sword for the third time, but this time he was no longer in a hurry to take action, but looked at Brando quietly on horseback. It looked at the young man and seemed to remember a distant story.

The story should include the melodious tune of a highland flute, straight up the plateau of Balta, with the swallow-tailed flag flying.

"White Crow Swordsmanship." It said, its voice hoarse like a visitor from hell.

"Are you a new generation of the royal family?" Alberton asked coldly while riding on his horse.

Brando was stunned for a moment. Is there any relationship between Alberton and the Corcovado dynasty? That's not right. I've never heard of such a thing in the game, but he thought to himself that it wouldn't be fun if he denied it in advance or not, lest the other party suddenly burst out with new and old hatreds. Legend has it that there are level 30 bosses in the game who suddenly become level 40 elites. The level 40 elites can't kill them all with just one move.

Thinking of this, he quickly shook his head.

But he didn't expect that Alberton tilted his sword and replied coldly: "Since it's not the case, then if I kill you, it won't be considered a violation of my oath." When Brando heard this, he could hardly vomit blood. . He was so regretful that his intestines were green. If he had known that there was such a bird oath, he would have simply assumed the identity of this new royal generation. This was really his own fault.

Of course, this is just a thought.

Brando also knows that it is not easy to pretend to be the royal family. After all, the Corcova royal family has always had the blood of the fog elves. The fog elves are the legendary silver clan born with silver blood.

And Brando's bright red blood is still a symbol of mortals.

On the other side, after Alberton finished asking, he once again returned to the state of man and horse. He held a long sword and began to drive the sitting nightmare horse to accelerate again. Faced with such a killing god, Brando felt a little at a loss for a moment. He thought of a way to temporarily delay the time, which was to use the White Crow Swordsmanship in the state of burst of power to relieve the force, but this sword had 9 points of physical strength. , let alone level 17, even levels 27 and 37 cannot withstand this consumption.

In fact, he already feels a little weak.

As an elite of at least level 30, Alberton estimated that he had at least 200 health points. The 30 points that the previous wind bomb killed were like a superficial wound to him, it was just a slight shock to him. Brando was convinced that if he stabbed two or three times with the Thorn of Light, he would be able to kill the opponent, but he would have to be able to stab him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help taking a breath and looking into the distance, hoping that Leto and others would come to support him.

But he saw that the cavalry had just collided with the skeleton soldiers. Perhaps because of the advantage he had created before, they had taken a big advantage, but it seemed impossible that they would be able to free their hands in a short while. He could only hope that the Self-Defense Forces behind him could catch up faster.

In fact, Freya, who is leading the Self-Defense Force at this moment, has the same idea.

But the future Valkyrie looked back at the citizens of Rydenburg who were stumbling around, and couldn't help frowning, but she also knew that they were just ordinary militiamen after all, and it was her fault to be able to do this. With their morale high, she couldn't ask for more from them.

But Freya raised her head and looked at the chaotic front line in front of her. Although she couldn't see where Brando was, she also knew that the commander of such a large undead army must be a strong man.

She was no longer the country girl a few days ago. She gradually gained her own insights. Unlike other people who blindly trusted the young man, the girl knew that Brando must be in a difficult battle. Therefore, she couldn't help but look around, and then her eyes fell on Charles and Su beside her.

"Su, can you do me a favor?"

"Huh?" The girl was slightly startled.

"Help me lead the self-defense group."

"how?"

"I'm going to help Brando," Freya replied, and then he turned the horse's head: "Char, come with me."

"Miss Freya, I'm fine. But is that okay with you?" Charles was stunned. Brando had told him to look at the injured Freya, but compared to this, he was indeed more Worried about the safety of the people they follow.

Freya glanced at him and nodded vigorously.