Chapter 55

Fifty-Five Act Swords, Light

With an unusually scream, the gargoyle swooped down, and the hook-like claws gripped Sir Burnley's shoulders, lifting such a ball-shaped body into the air. The industrialist didn't respond at the beginning, panicked and wanted to yell, but when he saw his situation, he suddenly became pale and unable to move.

They raised their heads, and although they were disdainful, they also knew that it would not be better to go there.

Brando held the sword alone and stood before the army, beckoning forward without turning back: "gargoyle, uom! (Witch: come back!)"

He turned his head again, as if the sea was ebb, and hundreds of people took a step back under his eyes. As soon as the aristocratic personal soldiers retreated, he revealed Charr, who was framed by countless spears.

"Don't move, I surrender!" The young shaman raised his hand without saying a word, showing that he had no intention of resisting at all.

I said, this guy is a little bit boned, right? Brando could not help but sigh and shook his head. But Charles didn't seem to see it, but blinked at him, which means: I'll see your lord next, and I've done my best. It really didn't take Brando out of breath.

At this time, the White-Maned Riders were entering the field. They formed a semi-encirclement behind Brando, and seemed to intend to take control of the scene from these messy aristocratic personal soldiers.

Seeing this scene, Lord Jinuo in the distance couldn't help but want to yell at his mother, but on the one hand he lost Makalu, on the one hand, Burnley, who has been helping him to make suggestions, is hanging in the air, while his Captain Granson is breaking into the castle, and he is almost unavailable except for a group of black people.

He put up with it, and had to run up on horseback alone. In fact, he was holding back his vest and sweating coldly. He almost thought that he was on his own charge in the wave of gargoyles: But what did the young man catch Burnie?

Lord Jin Guo came to the encirclement with doubts in his heart, and led a group of noble gentry to stand opposite Luc Besson. There wasn't much talk on either side--or nothing to talk about at all, and the conflict between the Golan-Elson aristocratic gentry and the local legion had a long history--no need for apparent courtesy.

On the other side, "Tiger" Luc Besson is more like a javelin on horseback. The dark-skinned soldier looked at these gentlemen and nobles headed by Lord Jin Guo and smiled disdainfully. Although he is in the White-Maned Legion, his heart is in the Wang Fang revival group, and he doesn't look down on both sides. Naturally, he will not have the general knowledge of these short-sighted guys.

On the contrary, his eyes fell on Brando. This young man who was still in the presence of the army and repulsed his four captains in one shot really attracted his interest. But to his surprise, the young man's eyes fell on him through the crowd.

Does he know me?

Luc Besson frowned, but soon calmed down. "Young man, I'll give you a chance to put down poor Burnley, and you can see that your companion is also in our hands." As soon as he spoke, he took command of the whole from Lord King Guo. .

As soon as Brando heard this voice, he recognized it was 'Tiger' Luc Besson. Before the First Black Rose War, he had heard him speak a few times when he was doing honorary tasks at the Rittenburg fortress.

‘Tiger’ Luc Besson, a silver senior swordsman, is also one of the most outstanding men in the entire Eruin.

In the face of such a master, Brando did not dare to carelessly, relieved himself and relaxed his thoughts. At the same time, his thoughts turned quickly. He looked at Lord Gold Fruit on one side, and then looked at Luc Besson. Built on the opposition between the two sides.

This confrontation does not happen by accident.

In Rittenberg, the opposition between the local aristocratic parliament and the local legion forces, like most of the contradictions in this ancient country, starts with the unique political system of Eruin. Originating from the divided Groz Empire, the law of Eruin was born out of the black Empire Code, but after a long lord war, in order to avoid history repeating-the fourth monarch of the kingdom, Anin I, re-emerged. A system in which the royal family controls the army and the local government divides military and political affairs has been established.

Based on the principality and the kingdom, the lords organized small 'countries'. In these countries, the lords enjoy complete local legislative and executive powers, but in terms of taxation, the king has the first taxation right for all mines, forest farms and farmland in any territory, while the nobles have only the second taxation right. . In addition to the militia and the guards, nobles were not allowed to form their own private forces, and local defense was under the responsibility of the various legions controlled by members of the royal family.

Through the tax officer-central army system, in the era of strong kingship, the royal family closely monitored the people's place and established a powerful kingdom of Eruin. However, Brando knew that as long as people would make mistakes, the glory of the kingdom was hidden behind the glory. With the decline of the kingship, the disadvantages gradually emerged.

The contradiction originated from the division of the royal family, and since the "religious" Edward Edward came to power about sixty years ago, Eruin entered the period of the Colkova rule. The Duke of Alek, who also has the right of inheritance, has always been resentful of this. When the interior of the royal chamber was separated from Germany, different factions began to appear in the local army.

When the royal family found that they could not effectively control the huge army, the authority of the central government began to weaken; in fact, since the year of the cave beast, the king's tax officer could not even enter one-third of the territory, and the royal authority was denied. The extent to which this weakens is evident.

He knew that, in fact, since the granddaughter Grandpa Enrique, who inherited his father's business 11 years ago, persecuted then-Obergu VI to change the new defense decree, the only military force under the control of the royal family was the Guards. He's Blackblade and the 11th Free Cavalry Company stationed in Ampelsel.

Based on this background, the influence of the royal family on the place is getting weaker and weaker. But even in such a place, it is not a monolith, and the struggle for power between local nobles and local legions is also becoming fierce. Just as in Golan-Elson, the grudges and hatreds between Earl Pula and the Grand Duke Golan-Elson have long been talked about.

In Rittenberg, this contradiction was manifested in Lord Jinguo's work and Luc Besson. Although they all agree on the abandonment of the Butch region, but who will bear this responsibility in the end must rely on their own skills and methods-presumably Luke Besson has always been in a disadvantage, but the appearance of his own team has made things happen. Turned around.

This turning point is whether he is a Butch militia. As long as they are there, the excuses prepared by Lord Jin Guo in advance will become a lie and it is not a trivial matter to deceive the monarch. Although the royal family is nominally the royal family, the central blame can be a justified excuse for nobles to attack each other.

After figuring this out, Brando realized that he would not be life-threatening for at least one and a half. Perhaps Lord Golden Fruit would want him to die, but this had to ask Luc Besson to disagree.

Brando suddenly felt a bit sad. He already knew all this, but he couldn't make it clear to Freya. If the girl is told that all these efforts are destined to be buried in the hands of those who are fighting each other at the last moment, I am afraid she will not accept it for a while.

Sad to return to sorrow, but at this moment he would like to thank Martha for making these people short-sighted, so that he can use this opportunity to speak. After listening to Luc Besson, he couldn't help but sneer: "It's ridiculous, everyone."

If he didn't go to the village before, he would make everyone stunned.

"It's ridiculous?" Luc Besson smiled on the horse, "Where is it ridiculous?"

Brando wanted to make you laugh soon, and he waved his hand to let the gargoyle come to him. Then he threw the elf sword in his hand and changed from left to right.

"Sir Luc Besson." He turned his head again. "Lord, do you let me put this dead fat man down?" He patted Burnley's face with his hands, his heart flashed for the first time an hour or two ago When I saw these people.

The scene where the Count Duane confiscated his sword and raised it-

These memories flowed through him like water, calming him down. He looked up and replied: "I think it's funny that some people haven't even realized they are dead. Do you really think Ridenburg can sit back and relax, and the army of Madara dare not set foot in Eruin?

"Madala?" Luc Besson and Lord King Guo froze again.

"Boy, what exactly do you want to say?" Lord Jin Guo was still thinking about the relationship between the other party and the Gabe Wizard, and he could not help asking further.

Instead of talking nonsense with them, Brando picked up the sword and placed it around Sir Burnley's neck. He didn't say a word yet, the Elven Sword had already been splendid, and the surface shone with a layer of fluorescent light.

"Sir Burnley is wealthy and knowledgeable, can you tell me where the sword came from?" Brando suddenly smiled coldly, asking someone to speak.

The fat man strangled by the gargoyle suddenly struggled desperately, and kept back.

But Brando did not care about him. At this moment, he finally confirmed what he was thinking, and he couldn't help but yell, "This sword is called the thorn of light, the sword born from light. All the undead have nothing in front of it. Shape, unfortunately you only care about appreciating the sword, but you forget the countenance of Count Duane when you got the sword, you short-sighted idiots. "

"My lords, do you think this fat pig is your companion? It's ridiculous. Targus has spies in you long ago.

Luc Besson and a dry aristocrat were stunned, wondering whether it was true or not. Although the commander of the Whitebeard's Swordsman had subconsciously believed Brando's words, he still preferred that the other party's statement was not true.

But Brando had raised his sword and stabbed into Burnley's spherical body, the latter wailed, his body dried up quickly, and then his appearance quickly changed into an abominable, dry monster.

"The corpse witch!" Luc Besson recognized it at first sight.

Seeing this, Lord Jin Guo sat back on the horse with a butt, yelling, "Impossible!"

His reaction surprised everyone, and almost everyone turned his attention on him. Only Brando looked indifferent, knowing what had happened at this moment, and history has not changed. It was only to this day that he did not understand what happened on this day in history and why Ridderburg fell so quickly.

And Lord Jin Guo only felt cold sweat on his forehead, and every word that the **** fat man had said to him at the moment turned into a vicious trap for him. In order to hunt Brando and his party, he has transferred one third of the castle's garrison to Burnley's personal soldiers.

As for the private soldiers, it seems now that they should think about and know what they are.

They were hesitating, but suddenly they saw a faint blue light rising to the west and northwest of Lidenburg. At this time, it goes without saying that everyone understands what happened.

For a moment, the adult jazz couldn't help feeling a spin.

"Withdraw, withdraw! Go east!"