Vol 2 Chapter 4

Act four unrest

The news of Madara's army entering the city was like a plague spreading inside Rittenberg. For thousands of years, the dark country opposite the Pine Mountains was described as an evil place to hide dirt. Undead, robbers, and Koubian from time to time, as if the misfortunes of Eruin were brought from the opposite side, so the noble masters maintained their resolute rule for hundreds of years. The villagers trained themselves and were ready to fight at any time. .

But now this enemy that seems to have been in the legend and in the story not only jumped out of the paper, but also survived from the paper, opened his teeth and ate people. But the citizens of Rittenberg found that the nobility? What about Rittenberg's army?

Brando walked along the way, seeing more and more people coming out of the house along the way, getting a little bit of news from other fugitives, and then hurried back to the house, carrying luggage and family, north The door goes forward.

More and more people ended up converging into a mighty flow of people. The huge crowd seems to constitute a gray oil painting in the eyes of young people. This oil painting contains old people, children, men, women, and even horses, horse-drawn carriages, tugs with their mouths, walking forward .

The child held an adult's hand and was curious about his face. The woman relied on his man, and her pale face was full of nervousness, but there was not a lot of people talking in the mighty flow of people, leaving only the sound of a large team moving forward.

Because there are no people who maintain order, the flow of people and the flow of people quickly collide. And some people want to take advantage of the muddy water to catch fish in the crowd. Soon another carriage wrecked in the middle of the road, and the people who moved forward were further blocked in the middle of the road. People quarreled and quickly turned into a confrontation. The others yelled aloud, and an inexplicable panic began to spread among the crowd.

This happened almost as soon as Brando and Shire found Roman, and he asked the coachman to drive the carriage to the side of the road. Then she and Shire got on the carriage one by one, protecting the sides of the carriage, and then calmly watched the rioting on the street.

"Brando, you're finally here, I'm so worried." Miss Merchant was obviously relieved, her round-toed leather boots had been rubbing the wooden board under the carriage with a little nervousness.

"There are too many people on the road, which delays some time." Brando pulled out his sword and replied.

"Where's Freya?"

"I don't know, wait and see."

Shire watched indifferently for a while, and suddenly his ears said to his lord Lord: "Sir Lord, some people are fanning the fire in the crowd."

"Why are they doing this?" Brando hesitated, he didn't understand, because he never paid attention to the behavior of these civilian npc in the game. He is not a behaviorist.

"Lest the world be chaotic."

"why?"

"Because they know subconsciously that they can only benefit from chaos. Ambitious people are not willing to be lonely, Lord Lord. Some people naturally hope for chaos, but they don't have that opportunity on weekdays, and now the opportunity comes. "Charr stared coldly at the people outside.

"Even at this time, they don't want to die?" Brando is from modern times, and still has some understanding of the inferiority of human beings. But this doesn't mean anything. As the only social creature with higher intelligence, the behavior of human beings as a part of an individual only represents that humans possess this attribute.

This is the first time he has seen this mutual class, just because of ambition. He saw the riots in the crowd gradually widen, and some people shoved between the fallen carriages, and the cry of the child quickly spread.

The panic was obviously deepened, and rumors of the presence of Madara's army nearby began to circulate among the crowd, and the more it spread, the more swearing it became. People who are far away are considering whether to turn around and leave, and this hesitation soon affects more people around them.

The streets became chaotic.

"Even in this season, Lord Lord. My mentor has said that madness makes people bold, hysteria and a little ambition are enough to unite those people," Shire said, referring to the group of people who were rushing in the crowd, and said so. Saying "When I was studying magic in Karasu, my mentor was built in a high tower between a black rock, and an apprentice there like me was learning not only how to cast spells, but also how to manipulate human nature-"

Brando nodded, and Karasu's Highland Wizards learned in a similar way, but very differently from Buga's wizards. The high wizards in Buga, who walked on the white marble floor in creamy white robes, were more like the rulers of academia, aristocracy, or wizard than the mysterious traditions of witchcraft in other areas.

"What do they want?" Miss Merchant asked curiously, eyes wide open.

"Plundering, robbing, and using violence to get everything you would never dare to think of-such as a beautiful lady like you."

"No, don't say that, and I won't thank you." Miss Merchant was blushed and her eyebrows were raised.

The riots finally happened.

No one knows who started the move first, and at the same time many people started to attack others. More people took advantage of this opportunity to squeeze forward, many families were scattered in the flow of people, and those who were pushed to the ground almost never had the opportunity to stand up.

There was a shout, a cry, and a scream.

Brando watched the scene silently, unable to stop him, and could only ask the coachman to pull the carriage aside. However, his behavior attracted spies. Some people who caused the disturbance noticed him. When they saw Roman on the carriage, they couldn't help emitting a greedy light in their eyes.

Most of these people are usually homeless people, young people or disgraced mercenaries on the streets, illegal adventurers, they have a common language with each other, and even rely on tacit understanding to connect with each other, pushing away from themselves The person accidentally approached Brando's side.

When Brando frowned, he subconsciously changed his sword, and Roman and Shire on one side were nervous.

"Young man, it's not good for you to occupy a carriage by yourself, especially at this time. Let me take a carriage." Soon a mercenary wearing a dirty leather jacket grabbed the carriage with his hand. The wind lamp railings could not help but want to squeeze it up.

"Go down." Brando moved the sword over and placed it on his neck.

"I just want to take a car, boy, don't you want to kill?" The mercenary couldn't help but think that Brando was so tough. He stopped, stepped on the steps of the carriage, and looked at Brando with unwilling eyes and said, "You masters of the nobility, at the critical moment, we left and ran away. Now I just want to build a It's just a ride, you selfish guys. You can kill me if you can— "

Many people surrounded the mercenary and looked at Brando with a provocative look. But they looked more at Roman, a mouth-watering look.

"Brando ..." Miss Merchant was finally a little scared and couldn't help holding Brando's arm with her slender little hand.

Brando turned back and patted her hand, then turned back to the mercenary with a disgusting attitude: "See? There is a woman on this carriage. She doesn't welcome you, you can leave."

Brando's tough attitude apparently angered the other side, and the mercenary wanted to board the car forcibly. Those who wait and see later also tried to hug them up. They seemed to have eaten Brando, but he was just a young aristocratic young man, and he did not dare to treat them when this sentiment was excited.

"Lord Lord, don't talk to him--" Before he finished speaking, Charles stunned to see Brando draw the sword coldly and pierce the mercenary's chest, and kicked him again with a kick. .

The guy seemed deadly unbelievable. He didn't believe that Brando dared to do anything, but Brando told him with facts-don't hit my mind, I'm not a good talker; Although he is no different from an ordinary person, he is soft-hearted and cannot see the miserable situation of others. But when it comes to his bottom line, Brando is definitely a decisive person, and there will never be any kind of woman.

Just as he was killing in Songsong Castle for the first time, although he felt disgusted afterwards, there was no hesitation when killing.

The mercenary's body fell back to the ground with a heavy noise, and the people around him went back subconsciously-they were all startled by Brando's indifference to his life, but these people immediately reacted- — They are the crowded side.

"Damn nobles, kill people on the street!" Someone shouted immediately.

"Yeah, we just want to take a ride."

"These grassy guys!"

"They never look at us as civilians. We are not humans in their eyes." Those people slowly gathered around, confusing black and white, and agitated the people around them.

"Give him some color and see!"

"Tug him off the car ..."

"Kill him!" Most people don't know the truth most of the time, they just unilaterally believe what they have heard and seen, and soon a lot of people gather around the carriage.

Both Shire and Roman were worried, and they also saw that the situation was not good.

Brando pressed his sword and sat firmly on the side of the carriage without saying a word, just watching these people coldly. Soon another person rushed forward, and this guy thought that the 'noble youth' would at least converge under the eyes of everyone.

But he was wrong.

Brando didn't say a word, and pierced his throat with a sword, letting his face fall over his throat in horror. The young man's sword not only shocked the younger generations, but also upset the surrounding crowd.

But Brando stood up and jumped out of the carriage. With this jump, everyone around him took a step back. Brando stood among these people and looked at them coldly. He pressed the sword with one hand, and the sword suddenly waved over everyone's head--

A sword wind was rubbed against the tops of these people, and those people only felt the light fluttering on their heads, and then except for the hair falling, the roof of a building not far away suddenly uttered a bang. A long crack.

Everyone looked back, staring at the crack in stun.

"Good for yourself."

Brando then coldly dropped a sentence, regained his sword, and climbed into the carriage again. In fact, he was more concerned about what happened to Freya than delaying time on these people, and how he hadn't shown it yet.

But Roman looked at him staring.

"You're awesome, Brando," Miss Merchant exclaimed.

"Killing is not a skill, especially these people are just civilians." Brando shook his head

"But only you will protect me."

Brando froze and smiled.