Vol 2 Chapter 21

Act 21: The Past Knights (middle)

Brando held up his sword, and a surge of wind pressure erupted from the junction of the elven sword and the pale tooth, blowing his hair back. He narrowed his eyes and slid backwards with strength, only feeling that half of his body was going to be torn apart.

Although he still does not have a secondary sword by virtue of his experience, the life value projected on the retina has actually dropped more than 30 points. Brando understands that this is because the internal organs are impacted and cannot be fully relieved. This is because his physique is already close to 7 energy levels, which is far tougher than ordinary people-if it is replaced by other people, it is estimated that if the sword cannot be reached, it will directly cause the internal organs to break and die.

But what made him secretly embarrassed was that Ebdon seemed to know this too. A sword was like a sword, but he didn't give him a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. On several occasions Brando couldn't help but wonder if this guy didn't care about his army at all, although his side was almost collapsed, but the rows of skeleton soldiers in the valley over there were also unable to resist.

In the eyes of this guy, can he be stronger than an army by himself?

Brando may not know that one of his ridiculous ideas is the one closest to reality. Although the "White Knight" Alberton could be regarded as a hero of Eruin during his lifetime, it was nothing more than a note after his death as an awakening of the undead. In Warnde the undead is a kind of existence that distorts the laws of nature— -Among many bright doctrines, it is classified as a blasphemy against the living because it is just another force, another mind in service, which is supposed to decay, and return to the earth's body.

It is a person, not a person. For the undead, its pre-memory is just a fragment of some memory. There is a saying that the undead are not without fear, because their greatest fear comes from the memories of life, and some undead will even fall into the memories of life and can never extricate themselves.

This is a more resistant thing for them than death itself. Almost all undeads avoid recalling, because they inevitably fall into fear when they recall.

But the 'White Knight' Alberton may be a special individual among them, this knight is often caught in memories of the past. It remembers the knights fighting on the Jinhua Plateau, as if watching it from another person's point of view, the killing in the memory makes it more calm and ruthless.

Therefore, at this moment, the apocalypse 'White Knight', who is a senior general of Madara, wants to find out **** potential enemies in the cradle for this dark country.

Obviously, the threats of a potential, good commander are far greater than those of black people.

It would even give up the victory of World War I and kill the young man.

But Brando's performance has far exceeded the expectations of the undead jazz. It is very clear about the sword school of Alluin. Brando obviously learns the shallowest type in the army, and may be mixed with some court sword fur, but in general it can be regarded as a three-legged cat, but That's why the level of the three-legged cat makes it come back to nothing again and again.

In the end, it only chose to use the absolute suppression of strength, and a little bit of grinding the other side to death. This style of play even has some shame. It is a bit difficult for a man of noble origin such as Alberton who died after his death, but for the one under the three black scepters and under the black code. Oath, it indifferently chose to give up its honor-

Because Alberton knew that many people would choose like it, Madara had to make that choice.

"Martha is up, Madara is always under your protection." The flame in the eyes of the undead knight was as cold as ice, and the sword in his hand had been mercilessly cut off.

But as soon as he shot, Brando had avoided the side early, as if he had expected it to do so. The pale tooth in the hand of the undead knight can only pass by the young man each time, and occasionally guesses, it will also be skillfully released by the opponent with shallow sword skills--

All this seemed a little incredible to Alberton.

So again! The fire of the soul in Alberton's eyes couldn't help flashing. Since the beginning, it has changed three types of swordsmanship in succession. In the beginning, it used the most familiar Eruin swordsmanship, then the Eruin court swordsmanship And the results were all guessed by Brando one by one. At first it thought that the boy was particularly familiar with the swordplay of his country, and then he subconsciously replaced Madara's military black cross swordsmanship, but did not expect that Brando was not uncomfortable, but guessed more accurately ...

If the undead also has a sentimental mood, it is estimated that 'White Knight' Alberton will scold his mother at this moment.

But he didn't know that Brando's familiarity with Eruin's military sword art was limited to him before the original thirty levels of the game. And in a long experience later, he has seen hundreds of advanced sword arts, or high-quality goods, but if there is one that he is most familiar with--

That must be the knight swordsmanship of the church knights, and the black cross swordsmanship of Madara.

Without him, practice makes perfect.

Knight swordsmanship was the oldest swordplay used by Brando in the last life, but Black Cross swordsmanship was the swordplay he saw most. Brando battled Madara in the game for 70 or 80 years, and his understanding of the opponent's mass military swordplay was almost as natural as eating and drinking.

Unfortunately, this does not mean Brando is better now.

Because under the suppression of Abbotton ’s absolute strength, he could not find the same chance to fight back. No matter how old the routine is, he cannot hold up to 16 levels of dexterity. Sometimes, Brando cannot even capture the opponent's hand Going up is entirely guessed by experience.

And Brando quickly felt that his physical strength was gradually approaching the cordon-if a person's physical strength fell below half, his strength and response would begin to weaken. If it falls below one-third, it is difficult for a person to keep his movement out of shape.

But only three minutes have passed since the beginning of the battle--

Brando was sweating all over, and he gradually lost the room to think in the face of Alberton's pressing. At first he could take the time to look at the situation on the battlefield, but with the loss of physical strength, now every time he avoids Alberton's sword, he must approach his full strength.

The number of cross swords is also frequent.

It was like a vicious circle. The more he fought with Alberton, the more he felt powerless. But the more he failed, the harder it was for him to avoid Alberton's sword.

Brando almost insisted on biting his teeth. This insistence has almost nothing to do with death. Compared to squeezing potential from the sour bones and roots again and again, escape from death again and again, the kind from the depths of the soul The exhaustion seemed to feel like going to sleep forever the next moment, making him almost want to give up completely.

But this time he inexplicably remembered Freya and little Roman, and the cavalry who fought with him, the **** feeling that poured from his chest made him persist. He knew it was a responsibility and held him accountable for everything he did and what he said.

For a moment he closed his eyes and opened them again, where he saw a gleam of snow. Brando finally woke up at that moment, his scalp was numb, and he rolled away from the ground in a posture that had almost nothing to do with Yaguan.

But the power of Alberton in the sword finally broke out at this moment--

It moved forward with a sword, and silver's lowest power propelled a silver flame across the mountains and burned forward; it was like a silver moonlight, it moved forward, silent, rocks cracked, firs and firs toward After falling down.

Up from the valley, a sword cut a bare hillside close to a 150-foot cone.

The cold wind passed, and there was silence in the valley.

A moment of silence.

Everyone was frightened. Although they heard about the so-called second power level-the power of silver, but never saw it with their own eyes-this moment witnessed such a miracle that is almost impossible for humans to reach. Can't help but give birth to awe of the strength itself from the heart.

This awe is not even fear or despair, it is simply the worship of great power by small mortals.

Even Reto, Mano, and others have solidified. They can't believe that Brando was fighting such a monster before, and still fighting for such a long time?

But they were wasting their time behind, not helping the young man in time—

Brando said nothing.

But these mercenaries actually gave birth to a deep shame. At this moment, they felt the heavy sense of responsibility on the young man. For each of them, the original one seemed to be relaxed. Young people have been doing it seriously.

If in the past they were a blind worship of Brando, then for the first time these mercenaries felt a sense of belonging.

But where is Brando? They couldn't help worrying, could he survive under such a blow?

The white knight ‘Ebberton’ retracted the sword and uttered a clear cry.

"Brando!"

Freya was riding a horse from the side of the hill to the place where Brando fought with Alberton, but she was one step late when she had just seen the young man fighting with Alberton. .

As if everything is over.

Freya's sword fell into the ground and she could hardly believe what she saw, the young man who brought her out of Butch, the young man who told her to see the world outside the well Man, that shameless man.

Can I just go here?

But she felt someone patted herself on the shoulder. The future Valkyrie could not help looking back, she saw Shire.

The young sorcerer stared down at the hillside, his eyes still:

"Miss Freya, as long as I am here, the Lord Lord is not dead."

"Why ...?" The horsetail girl froze for a moment, not understanding all the meaning contained in Shire's words.

But she understood at least part of it--

Because she immediately saw the familiar figure crawling up from a piece of gravel.

Brando almost felt the pain in his body as if he was about to fall apart. His coat was completely broken, blood was all over his forehead, and he couldn't tell how many wounds there were.

But he was still in pain, he smiled so proudly.

"Old guy, I didn't expect you to miss this last--"