Chapter 50

Count 50

The brass alarm bell of Pine Castle hung above the towering minaret, and when it was shaken, the bell rang throughout most of the city. The bell sounded like an invisible ripple, spreading out, and the streets and lanes that were caught in the midnight sleep seemed to be infused with some vitality, and woke up one by one.

People took to the streets in amazement and asked each other what happened.

Luc Besson was waiting for news in the eastern barracks in Rittenberg, but as a clear alarm sounded from the stone hole window, he turned his head to look at the illuminated inner city, his face changed. Without waiting for the outside commander to push in the door to report, the head of the swordsman regiment opened the door and yelled outside:

"Did you hear that, get up! Get up and get together! Let the second and third squadrons outside go to Songbao with me, the idiot of Sebel!"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Head, over the gate?" Someone stood up and asked.

"Are you an idiot? Except for the Highland Cavaliers, who else can break into Songbao? He's the idiot who wants to hide the news and let him taste the bitterness himself," he said with a sigh of relief. Slowly said: "If there is something wrong with that person in the castle, you must wait to face the anger of the dragon of His Majesty. Maybe someone wants him to die, but I don't want to carry this black pot-as for others, give me good Just stare at the target! "

Everyone froze, and then each acted.

Luc Besson exhaled, but it was a little tricky to think of the other side being the Highland Knight and his mage. Highland knights have always been self-contained in history. Even in the strongest period of the Corcova Dynasty, the royal family could not take these short guys, let alone him?

He could not help but secretly greeted the female relatives of Lord Golden Fruit Sebel.

Freya followed the young girl in a long, deep alley. She froze when she heard the bell, turned back subconsciously, and raised her head to look at the worrying expression on that side.

"What's wrong?" Asked the girl named Su.

"Sorry, nothing."

"It's time to fight," Su suddenly said.

Freya froze and looked at her in confusion.

"The nobles ordered a ban, only when they were fighting. Although everyone didn't say it, it was clear to them. This was always the case every time." Su said quietly in front.

"You mean they know they will fight?"

"Who are they, noble masters? Of course they know that they have their own channels for collecting news. Generally speaking, when the bars in the city began to spread the news, they already knew it."

Freya did not answer, but clenched her fists. She lowered her head, leaving only a flash of calm anger in her bright eyes.

"But why is there no reaction in the city?"

"We ca n’t see the reaction, but the aristocrats will be prepared for it. Ridenburg is so strong that people in the city do n’t have to worry too much, but today the price of bread and wheat has risen by 10%. These are usually attention. No change. "

"What if Ridenburg is captured?"

"how come."

Freya couldn't help thinking of Brando's stern attitude, she shook her head and threw the thought out of her mind. "But I have a friend, and he said that Ridenburg would be broken."

"Then he must be a liar," Sue answered calmly in front.

After Charle sounded the alarm, he came to the top of the barracks. He glanced around the moat outside the moat. The streets were crowded with black crowds. It seemed that the private soldiers of the nobles had arrived first.

But this was not something he had to worry about. He retracted his eyes and ran to the other side. He made a visual inspection of the distance between the castle and the castle, and found a feasible route to light the witch candle in his hand. He recalled that Brando taught him how to use it, and said silently: "et’ham--"

The first byte is to start a part of the mana that connects the dark abyss. The twin goddess Elaine is in charge of this part of the mana. The witches would normally use this part of the medium as a medium if they did not use psychic skills-and then Shire held up the candle in his hand so that the candlelight reached almost fifteen feet away.

He selected a tree, and the whole person seemed to be pulled into the channel of light and pulled forward. And when he recovered from the trance, he found that he was already on the tree crown.

"Sure enough, it is indeed the Witch of Bunosong." Charles looked around, this time he chose another tree opposite.

After repeating this process seven or eight times, the candle in Char's hand burned to a stub, but he was enough to reach the stone window on the other side. He raised the candle and placed it on the window hole, and then the whole man followed a stream of light into the aisle inside, and when the next time he recovered, he was already in the darkness.

He shook his head to let go of the dizziness brought by the teleportation, and he could already hear the fighting sound coming from the front.

It seems a bit late, but it doesn't matter, Lord Lord will reserve a little time anyway. Charles was so self-consoling, but didn't know that Brando could not wait to poke a sword at him at this time.

Time back to a few minutes ago-

When Brando opened the heavy oak door, he did not see the Count shivering in the corner as expected. On the contrary, the light in the room is appropriate, and the number of sheep fat candles is enough to make the brightness neither too dazzling nor too dim; the latter just sits on the sofa with a leisurely time, and the black woolen dress on his body is even neat with even the slightest folds No, he looked up and looked up at Brando, and on the short couple in front of him was the elf sword, the thorn of the light.

Brando couldn't help but hesitated when he saw the scene. He didn't expect that the majesty next to his Majesty had some courage. Of course, this also made him vigilant, the other party's fearlessness, indicating that there must be some dependence.

"I didn't expect it to be you, lad, I thought it was another assassin from Gobsburg. But of course, you may be a killer hired by those guys, but can you tell me the answer?" Middle-aged Seeing him, he was slightly surprised, but asked as usual.

Gobsburg? Isn't this guy a royal party? Brando was puzzled, but shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't, but if you cooperate well, I don't really have any interest in killing you."

"Really, you're not interested in killing me? That's really grateful, but unfortunately-I'm very interested in killing you." The middle-aged man suddenly said, a crossbow appeared in his hand; cloth As soon as Lando saw a faint blue light flashing from the edge of the crossbow, he realized that it was poisonous.

However, he had already guarded his hand for a long time. He was very clear about the aristocratic tricks. As soon as the other party started, he waved his sword 'ding' to block the arrow. Just before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden sound of wind came from behind, Brando's experience of being born and dying in countless battles made him subconsciously return the sword behind him-

With a loud noise, Brando almost flew out and hit the cabinet on the side, and after a crackling noise, he got his teeth up from a piece of wood.

The black iron superior swordsman is still attacking, does this **** still have the law of heavenly king?

Brando couldn't help but be afraid for a while, thinking that I was lucky that Lao Tzu's previous opponent was a player, otherwise this sneak attack would not stop immediately? Of course, he remembered those old opponents in the game-the players did not need the so-called master dignity, they were simply synonymous with shamelessness, and some people even called for insignificance and insignificance, then it was called a real hooligan who could martial arts, who also blocked Can't live.

So Brando was used to it, and guarding against sneak attacks had become an instinct for him. In other words, has anyone seen players who do n’t like sneak attacks? However, even the black iron swordsman still made him feel tricky, but the strong man with at least 15 energy level, even if he turned on the power burst, he may not have the slightest advantage.

The middle-aged man on the other side and his companion were also surprised. They thought that this must-have blow would have failed. Although it seemed that Brando was very embarrassed, in fact everyone knew each other that the damage to the Dark Iron Swordsman was nothing.

The middle-aged man frowned, but immediately said sarcastically, "I can't see that this worm-eaten civilian has two more shots, but this can't change the ending."

He picked up the elf sword on the lower table and stood up with a cold smile: "You can also see the strength of my guard, you are not his opponent. But also, how can a small character like you deserve such a treasure , I might as well give you a suggestion, either you chop off your dirty hands that have touched this sword yourself, and I will let you go alive. Of course, I have to decide for your two companions, I want them to be my slave I promise to be a little better for them, at least let them live a dog-like life, haha— "

He laughed wildly as he said.

After listening, Brando couldn't help but take a breath, and his face sank, though he knew that the other party was intentionally provoking himself. But he couldn't help the anger in his heart. When he came to this world, the first people he contacted were Roman and Freya, and everyone in the militia squad. These people had a precious sense of realism to him compared to this world. .

Like the grandfather he had seen in a dream, it became his greatest spiritual support in the world. For this reason, how can he tolerate this guy's slurs here.

His fingers holding the sword were pale.

The middle-aged man was observing Brando's face secretly, but his hands made a gesture with his companion behind his back. The two in the room were a little surprised, and in general, the experienced swordsman rarely lost his mind because of foreign objects-but he didn't expect that he would hit the opponent's inverse scale with a random try.

"Ulysses, force him!" The middle-aged man commanded.

The tall swordsman immediately approached Brando's side, his sword skills were exquisite, and there was almost no flaw in the attack line that could be caught. Brando's eyes were only the middle-aged man at the moment. His body leaned forward and his posture was the most radical offensive posture in military sword art.

Ulysses laughed secretly when he saw this. The hairy boy was a hairy boy, and he dared to be so impetuous in front of his opponent.

He couldn't help but clenched the sword in his hand, waiting for a chance to kill him, he had almost seen Brando's flanks open.

"Ulysses!" The middle-aged man shouted suddenly, Ulysses subconsciously thought it was a signal to make himself attack. Yes, at this point, he had caught a gap that Brando could not defend.

His sword was too late to take back--

But the smirk on the tall man's face was only half exposed, and the silver-gray ring on Brando's right index finger caught his eye--

"Oss!"

With a loud noise, there was no chance of retreat. The sharp spurs formed by the various airflows pushed forward, and the tall swordsman face, chest and lower abdomen hit by this front showed a weird depression, and then he was rushed to the ceiling by a huge wind pressure-a bang The ceiling opened a big upward hole. The light dimmed for a moment, the sand and stone debris rushed down, accompanied by some thick liquid and limb debris ...

On the other side, the middle-aged man hardly reacted to this change, and a cold sword was placed on his neck from one side.

"Say, how do you want to die?" Brando slowly walked out of the smoke and asked coldly.