Chapter 54

Act fifty-four, burst

After falling, the gargoyle slid more than ten meters on the soft river beach before stopping. The impact of this level was at most a scratch for these stone monsters, but he knocked Brando and his wizard down. I had a lot of fun.

As soon as they landed, the aristocratic personal soldiers around them suddenly excited, and a swarm of bees rushed towards the river beach. Although these guys were a bunch of black people, when the cavalry group charged, after all, the momentum was amazing, and Shaer, shaking his head and rising from the soil, was shocked to see the scene. He immediately asked: "Master, what should I do?"

Brando pulled his leg out of the mud and pulled out his sword and shouted, "Crap, come to a wall!"

This is the oldest and most classic tactic of the wizards against cavalry. The player's later tactics have only grown up from this foundation, because it is particularly effective in dealing with cavalry who lacks training.

The young wizard understood it and pointed forward with rubies: "stop, reaction, the structure of the wall-" countless lines extend radially in all directions with the gem as the center, forming a wall shape, and then all these lines disappear, leaving a trail A solid wall of air.

The noble personal soldiers who ran wildly did not realize what it was. Only a few of them were mercenaries with experience in fighting with wizards, and the mercenary boss Makalu in the back turned his subordinates loudly, but nobody heard the sound of rumbling horseshoes—

The first row of riders banged on the air wall, the horses fell on their knees, and people flew out and hit the wall; then the second row hit the first row, and the huge inertia squeezed them together; then the third The row followed closely, this time the air wall could not withstand the impact and smashed, and a large pile of horses and human bodies swept forward and slid to the feet of Brando and Shire.

All this was done in an instant, and the astonishing momentum even scared Brando and Shire involuntarily to take a step back.

Makalu yelled at the back, and a man like him knew that at first sight, the seven people in the first row could not live, and even the second row was likely to cause several serious injuries. It was estimated that it was difficult to rejoin the battle in the third row, and their horses were more or less injured.

This time, two or thirty people were abolished. How could he not feel heartache.

The mercenary's head couldn't help but spit, bandaged the palm of his blood, and then pulled out his sword sharply to catch up. There were seven or eight cavalry on the scene, all experienced veterans-he had to catch up and lead them to suppress each other, until the infantry caught up.

Especially for that wizard, every mercenary knows what it means to let a wizard let go.

Makalu brushed the saber twice, so that his own people could understand what he meant, and spread out from all directions. However, he couldn't help but be a little angry, these mercenaries were all old men, all of them were at least the power of the black iron, but at the critical moment, they shrank their heads and kept their strength.

"Come with me! Come with me!" Angry and angry, but Makalu knew he had to inspire these people.

But he didn't know, the young man across the corner had noticed him for a long time. Brando saw the Enric warhorse running back and forth, and when the knight was yelling loudly, he guessed that it should be the opponent's boss-he couldn't help but think that Lao Tzu was not with you The mercenaries have fought, and the tactical intentions are still dodgy here.

Brando spurned and turned to hold on to Shire's shoulder, pointing at the guy in front of him and saying, "Seeing that guy, I'll attack him with a magic arrow for a while."

Shire hurriedly shook his head: "He's on the horse, I'm not quite sure."

"It's okay, don't worry about magic. You can't hit a few more rounds."

"That's fine."

Brando stared back at the seven or eight knights not far away and pressed his hand against the elven sword to force himself to calm down. He looked up at the mercenary leader, and after circling behind the rider, he raised his sword and rushed forward-he knew that the other party would lead other people to charge together.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

But Brando was waiting for such an opportunity, suddenly a flash of sword light in his hands, a wind swept away. And Makalu saw the transparent ripple spread on the horse's back against the ground, and everywhere he went, all the debris was scattered-although he had not seen the court swordsmanship, he realized the danger was approaching, A decisive jump from the war horse.

As soon as he got up, Brando's sword wind swept across the four hoofs of the Anti-League warhorse. The tall warhorse was short, and his limbs were broken and rolled forward.

Makalu took a breath in the air, and he thought of only one noun at the moment: sword air.

But before he thought about it, a white light had penetrated into the air and pierced through his chest. Then a second white light hit his left shoulder, a third white light hit his lower abdomen, and finally a fourth white light passed over him. Makalu was connected in the air and changed direction three times, and finally the corpse was thrown up into the sand to the side and lost his movement.

This change caused seven or eight riders around to pull the reins together, they were not shocked by the death of Makalu. It's because of the sword qi-Templar? The mercenaries were discolored, and could not help but guess where the terrible young man was holy.

"It's quite accurate." Brando retracted his sword.

"Hey, this is your credit, Lord Lord." Charles replied with a smile on his face.

Brando smiled, and he looked up. Although the other side was shocked, he was still far from being relaxed. Then there were more than a hundred noble private soldiers' spear forests moving behind.

He exhaled, and relived his plan in his heart. He stared to the north, realizing that the only chance for breakout was in that direction, but he didn't know if he could grasp the only chance. He only pointed forward and ordered: "Gargo, wstry (witch: forward)!"

Brando thought, instead of attacking instructions, use move instructions instead.

Lord Jin Guo stood on the beach high ground and looked at this scene far away. Although these are not elite soldiers, but at least he raised money to raise them, especially Makalu. He is a tough man in his hands. Although he is a bit crude, it is an indisputable fact.

"Highland knights are highland knights. I don't believe the white knights are powerful. I don't believe it now," said Sir Burnley, a businessman, with a smile.

"This time, it seems that Count Duane is really fierce, and I look at that 'Tiger' dare to take this hot potato-but it is not good for us to get the dead, let alone two women. I didn't see it. "

"I wonder why this guy wants to kill that jester. If he is really a Butcher militia, it would be a better strategy to take hostages. It is a pity that I thought I could reach a big tree." Enli sighed but smiled.

"In fact, it is not necessarily a good thing to stand in such a hurry, there is still something to see between the royal family and the Whitebeard's Legion. But this young man is either an assassin or something else. If he didn't kill for the sake of killing, Then I see that sword is very problematic— "Lord Jin Guo grabbed the reins, stood on his horseback, and looked forward.

"That elven sword?"

He was about to nod, but he saw his personal soldiers distantly pushing away on both sides, like a tide that could not be avoided. Lord Jinguo froze, and suddenly saw a gargoyle in front of him separated from the crowd and rushed towards him—his words came to an abrupt stop, subconsciously tightening the stables to turn around, but he was overstretched due to tension, leading to The war horse hissed and stood back.

"Lord Lord, be careful!"

The gargoyle has a level of more than 20, and its strength is exactly equivalent to the mid-level of the first-level strength. In addition, it is known for its defense and also has the ability to fly. . Especially for these huge monsters, humans have an instinctive fear-after all, not everyone can recognize that it is a masterpiece of the Bugatti wizard-and even some people are shouting in amazement: flying dragon!

Originally, Gargoyle easily cut into the fragile formations of these infantry soldiers. It was expected by Brando, but he knew that his time was not much. These aristocratic personal soldiers were just a moment of chaos. hundred.

Even if the opponent is well-trained, in fact, one enemy ten is very problematic.

He must widen the chaos and not allow these people time to hold their ground. Brando did it when he thought about it, and shouted back, "Char, follow me to cover me." As soon as the words fell, he rushed forward, and the gargoyle in front plowed a passage in the crowd-the private soldiers on both sides subconsciously Wanting to come up to block the passage, Brando waved forward holding the elven sword, a wind pressure swept through the crowd like a sickle, and a row of seven or eight people in front of him fell like wheat stubble.

The people behind were horrified. Where there was still thinking to continue fighting, they retreated one after another. At this moment, the channel opened by the gargoyles was even bigger. If Makalu is still estimated to be able to crack them down, these aristocratic personal soldiers are truly headless.

Brando and Shire seized the opportunity to pass the Spear Forest one after the other, and as soon as they passed, there were still people who wanted to follow up and touch the fish, and Shire naturally would not be polite to them. He still has two bottles of mana potions in his hand. The magic arrow is a cheap and practical spell.

Brando looked up, faintly seeing a group of dignitaries standing on the mound not far away. At the tip of his eye, he aimed at Sir Burnley, and immediately commanded: "The gargoyle, the fat man, ary (witch: snatch)!"

But he didn't finish his words, and suddenly found that a row of knights on the left side of the battlefield was killed. These knights all wore dark blue armor, peaked caps, and a silver breastplate with shoulder plate armor, and a wisp of white mane fluttered in the wind behind them-it was the light infantry of the White Maned Regiment.

At that moment, both sides on the battlefield understood that 'Tiger' Luc Besson had arrived.

"Bucks, Votaron, take down that Madara spy!" Even in the army, Luc Besson's calm voice was still clear to everyone's mind.

As soon as his words fell, the two tall knights raced left and right, heading straight for Brando.

"Better to come." Brando snorted in his heart, inspired by the charge skills, and flashed between the two for a moment. Captain Bacchus of the 2nd Squadron 7th Captain and Captain Voltaron of the 10th Squadron were only a little hesitant, and then looked back to find that the young man had reached ten meters behind them.

Actually, it wasn't just them, most of the White-Maned Sergeants present were stunned. Bacchus and Voltaron are captain-level characters. Although their strength only lingers on the lower reaches of the Black Iron, they can be beaten so easily in two fights and one, right?

Luc Besson frowned and charged, this little guy has something to do with the Sun Knight? He immediately raised his right hand: "Autin, Smith, stop him!"

Two horses are standing side by side again. Although most of the White Mane Legion are horseback infantry, the captain-level figures are extremely skilled in riding. They came first, and they were killed in a moment before Brando-but it was a surprise to everyone: even the subordinate soldiers of the White Maned Legion hadn't had time to applaud their captains. Has flew upside down.

And only the sharp-eyed one could see clearly at that time: the young man did not pause at all, and passed a sword with them when they passed their two captains, and then the long sword in their captains broke at the same time, and the people seemed to hit Fly back up like a dragon.

"Power bursts!"

"Power bursts!-" Most people recognized this time.

Brando didn't listen, he had seen his gargoyle lift the **** fat man up. That was the only goal of this attack, and the key to getting out of trouble.

But victory is in sight, isn't it?