Vol 2 Chapter 22

Act 22: The Past Knights (Part 2)

Alberton raised his head and froze slightly.

Brando has jumped up from the rubble by this moment of his mouth. His shape is like a raised shadow, leaving discontinuous afterimages behind him. If it is a moment, The distance of more than ten meters has passed.

Alberton immediately found out that the opponent's trajectory could not be captured-the burst of ten times the speed gave Brando a dexterity of 44 energy levels at this moment. He was like the wind or a wind; the whole body was covered with a layer of pure white Armored Undead Knight has just turned around-but Brando has been behind it.

Alberton had already guessed that this was a terrible speed burst technique, in fact it had been seen once at the beginning of the battle. But at this moment, I have personal experience, but it is different.

This young man is not easy.

The pale tooth of ‘White Knight’ came out of the scabbard for a moment. It instinctively backhanded a square behind it and struck the elven sword in Brando ’s hand.

This sword is out of the scope of swordsmanship.

Both sides are fighting by experience.

But Brando had retraced a blow without a hit, and he had another second. He seemed to be a ghost, bypassing the sight of Alberton, and stabbed the white knight from the left with a sword.

But Alberton immediately returned to sweep away Brando's sword, without any flaws--

"It's so difficult." Brando, who was full of injuries, gritted his teeth.

However, this time it was the turn of the Undead Knight's complexion. He suddenly felt that Brando was divided into two, and left and right formed a pinch on him-what is this, projection? Mo Wu Shuang Xiu?

Feeling the threat behind him, Alberton immediately looked back at a sword, but he also immediately saw a gargoyle split in half under his sword, and then rolled out far away.

At that moment, it was like a slow-motion stretched infinitely. In the fire of the soul burning in its eyes, the scattered gargoyle slowly disintegrated and slowly disintegrated in the air, but the undead knight felt uneasy immediately. .

Brando has a sword on the other side, this is his last sword in the state of charge burst-power burst, white crow swordsmanship.

But at this moment, 'White Knight' Alberton put the sword down, and the nightmare warhorse on which it sat down collapsed with its four hoofs and died instantly-and then a giant Pemo can resist the giant outward. Li instantly pushed Brando out of the air with a sword, and he couldn't tolerate it.

Wall of Will!

Although Brando had expected that Alberton had learned the halo tactics of the Sun Knight 'Egvinson' as a high-level knight before, but he was still a little lucky, but at this moment Alberton's reaction pushed him To the bottom of the valley. But the opportunity was unstoppable, and he sided with his heart. After stopping for seven or eight steps, he stopped and rushed up.

"White Knight" Alberton just got up from the ground at this moment, but this gap is enough for him to fight back.

It threw the pure white cloak backwards, strode up and indifferently raised the pale teeth 'Bang, Bang, Bang' to connect with Brando three times, and each hit gave Brando a random pace. Repeatedly retreating, the young man's chest twitched and he wanted to cough and bleed.

At this moment, Reto and Mano finally got out of the entanglement of the skeleton soldiers. They saw the scene happening here and immediately turned the horse's head and rushed to this side--

"Eruin."

Alberton watched Brando's defense indifferently, almost indifferently, raising his sword for the last time. The pale flame in his eyes, almost frosty, almost frozen:

"It's too old."

A sword pierced.

But Brando showed a smile at this moment. He let go of the elven sword with his left hand, raised it up and pressed against the pale teeth of Alberton--

The bast gloves first emitted a circle of blue light, but were instantly pierced.

The smile on Brando's face narrowed, and he pouted his face calmly to squeeze the sword down-the protective gloves on his hands instantly burned because of the magic overload.

But the sword was still down, leaving a hole in his palm. Then he bit his chain mail again, the broken metal ring fell like a smooth piece of wood that was cut, and the snake-like sword penetrated into the young man's abdomen for a moment.

Blood dazzles as if aging

But Alberton is not seeing victory at this moment.

What it saw was Brando holding his left hand with his **** left hand, only the bones left, slowly, but powerfully-he kept the pale teeth pierced. Then he raised the elf sword in his right hand.

In the eyes of the undead knight burning with frost-colored flames, there was also a sword burning with a pure silver holy flame.

‘The sword is born of light, the courage of the cold enemies’

The sword was engraved with this elven text--

then.

A sword forward.

Alberton stretched out his left hand to stop, but the pure fire on the sword burned through his boned palm for a moment, then passed out from the other end, and inserted into its chest.

Two swords link the two knights together.

At that moment there was only the sound of cold wind blowing through the valley.

...

"I said," Brando answered weakly, "old man, you missed something ..."

"You think you won, young man?" Alberton said coldly, his voice hoarse and muffled, as if coming from another world.

His chest felt as if it was burning, and the pain was like a torture, but Ebdon understood that it was not a fatal injury to it. Of course, the long rest period after this war is inevitable.

"No, just ..."

"Eruin is old ..."

"But there are still people who love it."

Brando couldn't help but sighed hard, ‘White Knight’ was waiting for this opportunity.

Both men pulled out their swords at the same time and attacked again, and the young man leaned to the left to let Alberton's sword bit his lungs on his right. But at the same time, his elf sword raised high enough to let the undead knight's entire left arm fly away.

Then the two retreated at the same time.

Brando immediately fell to his knees and coughed loudly. He felt his lungs hurt like a fire. He had never experienced such a scene in the game-but once in Butch.

The ‘unyielding’ talent had been inspired, and he stood up with a sword on the ground, enduring a wave of pain.

But Alberton had already stood up, and it was much less injured than Brandon. Although he was amazed by the toughness and unyielding confidence of this young man, this undead knight needs victory more than this moment.

It was a little bit in the rubble, and after losing its left hand it was a bit difficult to maintain balance, but it was much better than Brando, who stood up and knelt down immediately.

Alberton glanced to the left-Reto and Mano were still a mile away from the battlefield. So it hurry up, lift the pale teeth, and rushed towards Brando again.

But this time it suddenly saw a ray of golden light flashing from the hilltop.

That is not an illusion.

Almost everyone who looked up looking at this side saw the golden red, dazzling light. It shot from Freya's ring at one end, and pierced the white knight Alberton.

But in Alberton's own view, this is not the case at all. What he sees is not a straight line at all, but a ball of fire that is rolling in.

Because the speed is too fast, the afterimage left in the night has the illusion of seeing a golden red line of fire--

"Flame-!" Then Freya's bright reprimand rang out in the valley.

Alberton raised his sword immediately, but it was still a little late. The flame hit his sword's tip, and it burst into a ball of fire in an instant. The airwaves spread out beyond the flames-at first a shock wave visible to the naked eye spread rapidly along the entire valley floor, everyone, everyone All of her hair was rising backwards, the fir trees fell, and the needles flew up into the night sky.

Then countless gravels brushed past Leto, Mano and four horses across the hooves, astounded that these beasts stood tall.

However, the flashing fire ball only existed in the eyes of everyone for a moment, and then all the light sources dimmed, as if the whole night had become darker. People couldn't help looking back and felt that there were no fingers around them.

But only Brando, who was blown out by the shock wave, could see the 'White Knight' Alberton half-knelt on the ground behind the vast smoke not far away.

The undead knight was motionless.

Brando knows that he first took a 30-damage wind bomb, and then ate his own two swords with at least 140 or so damage, and then ate a 45-shot fireball. This guy should stand up even if he is more powerful. Not up.

He couldn't help but touch his forehead, can't believe that he actually won like this. However, Freya's fireball almost blown him to death. Fortunately, he had the legendary Xiaoqiang talent 'unyielding'.

Brando couldn't help but smile, saying that Alberton had missed it, but he expected that the other party would never know that he had such a big secret.

He looked at each other, wondering what the former Heroine hero was thinking at this moment with his head down--

Thinking that it would fail like this?

Still remembering the honor of the past?

Brando thought about it and couldn't help coughing to get up from the ground, but he heard a faint noise coming from behind him. He turned back and saw Freya and Shire gliding nervously down the hillside.

"Brando!" The horsetail girl saw the young man lying on the floor, and at that moment she lost all thoughts in her mind. She had only one idea, that is, she rushed up to support him, and asked carefully: "Brand Many, you, are you okay? "

Brando was about to answer, but with a movement in his heart, he lay back again.

"Freya, are you?" He suddenly coughed and asked weakly, lying on the ground.

"Yes, it's me, you ... can't you see me?" Freya saw Brando's body full of injuries, especially the wounds on his chest and lower abdomen, which had been bleeding outwards for a while. A little helpless, a crying look: "Brando, don't talk, I, I'll bandage you ..."

"Freya, don't need it. I have one thing for you to help."

"Why, what?" Freya couldn't help but panic when she heard such a word, her heart tightening subconsciously.

"I think ... why not kiss me first?"

"Oh, ah ... ah?" Freya still had tears in her eyes, but she couldn't bear to hear this strange request.

Seeing the serious look of the ponytail girl, Brando finally couldn't help laughing, and he quickly sat up and replied, "Just a joke, Freya, I mean, please help me to stand up —— "

"You, your injury, Brando, don't move around! You don't need to be like this ... Me, my dear is all right." Freya was so upset that she thought Brando was being angry with her and couldn't help He lowered his head and blushed loudly.

Brando froze before realizing that he was a little too much. Busy explained: "Freya, I'm really fine."

"how is this possible!"

"I'm not just a knight. I'm still a wizard, you know--" Brando didn't believe Freya at all, and only deceived in a different way.

"You, are you really okay?"

"of course."

Brando seemed to show that he was okay, gritting his teeth and putting on a very healthy shape, and then sweating coldly to get the No. 9 holy water in his backpack.

But Freya looked at him stunned, her face first turned from red to white, then red again, then she bit her lip, then lowered her head and slowly squeezed her fist.

"Brando, you, you ..."

"You shameless!"