Vol 2 Chapter 136

Act 136 Dispute

Deathly silence.

"father--"

The abrupt cries of the crowd broke the silence, the voice was tender and full of tension.

The woman covered the little boy's mouth in a hurry, she raised her head, and looked at the approaching noble cavalry with a begging gaze. Immediately, the man's face was full of deliberate surprise and surprise, but he could not hide the gloomy eyes from the low and middle disdain.

"Do you know this person?"

The man licked his lips and pointed at the bloodied corpse on the ground with a spear. The companions of the noble cavalry gathered around, like a group of hyenas smelling blood.

The woman hugged her child and shook her head helplessly in tears.

"Let go of that little thing and let him talk," said the man, plucking the woman's hair with the tip of a spear.

Instead, the woman hugged more tightly, as if holding her most important treasure for fear of losing; everyone in the surroundings showed an unbearable look, but instead stayed away.

"Did you not hear me?"

"Sir, please let him go, he's still young." The woman begged and sobbed.

The noble cavalry snorted very dismissively, "Bitch." He raised his spear, but found a woman with a long bow blocking his arms with open arms.

"Huh?" The man's face was full of flesh.

Brando also secretly released his finger on the hilt, recognizing that it was the young men who distributed food before.

"Enough, what is bullying a woman!" The female archer who stopped the noble cavalry angrily: "I am the daughter of the countess, and I order you to stop now!"

"Oh?" The noble cavalry stunned for a moment, then turned back to his companion and said, "Hey, after this little girl is a noble! What do you say?"

The cavalry laughed low.

"What kind of aristocracy is your father?" The man asked, raising his chin in disdain.

When he asked, the companion of the female archer had realized that it was not good, "Faya, be careful!" A swordsman wearing a heavy sword and wearing heavy armor emerged from the crowd, but a little later. The headed noble cavalry had pierced the woman's belly with a spear.

The sudden change happened suddenly, the female archer did not expect the other party to dare to act, she hummed in disbelief, watching the wound in her lower abdomen rushing with blood—the pain that followed drowned her. The woman staggered and lost strength, fell to her knees and fell into a pool of blood, seeing that she could not survive.

The man indifferently withdrew the spear, as if he had done nothing serious; at the same time, the noble cavalry behind him took off their long bows immediately and shot at the adventurers in the crowd. For a while, the arrows were raging, and the adventurers among the crowd and civilians fell down more than a dozen.

The noble cavalry did not care if they hurt innocent people. They drove the crowd away from them at the most efficient speed to avoid being attacked suddenly.

"Faya!" The swordsman with the big sword was about to crack. He swept at his arrow with a sword, but the voice did not fall, and a companion behind him fell down.

"You bastards!"

The swordman roared apart to separate the crowd, and a sword slashed at the headed man. The rider raised his spear ‘when’ to block the swordsman ’s great sword, and sneered in the gap between the parries: “Whoever dares to make an attack is against the Lord Lord!”

The restless crowd suddenly disappeared.

However, the swordsman didn't say a word. But the rider just stabbed the spear down easily, and then swiped outward to hit the sword in the hand of the flying swordsman. Then he struck the opponent across the spear, and speared the opponent's neck—

The strength of the black iron upstream and downstream is almost one-sided suppression.

However, the aristocratic cavalry full of flesh suddenly felt a numbness in his hands, as if a huge force came from the spear, which made him almost unsteady; 'Dang' a metal symphony sound stabbed at the sword The spear had shifted to one side, crossing the latter's neck.

"Who-!" The man was furious. He turned his head, but just saw a young man wearing a black trench coat, collared flowers, lined with a white shirt and wearing a pair of white gloves, not far away, taking back the long bow in his hand.

Then the other person looked up and looked at him coldly.

The scene was silent.

Antinina, Sandford, Tiger Finch and Akane all turned around at this moment, staring at their Lord Lord in surprise, and in their hearts Brando was not a troublemaker. But Brando himself knew that he was not turning a blind eye to all of this, but whether he had surpassed the bottom line of his mind.

Romain looked at the man who brought herself out of Butch with sparkling eyes with interest, as if admiring it from one side, she felt that only this moment belonged to the real Brando; maybe from some In a sense, she could understand some of Brando's thoughts and qualities, because they seemed to be aloof from the world.

It was like from the moment Lidenburg fled with those refugees, Miss Merchant knew. His Brando is a real knight, Brando on the charge, Brando the leader, aggressive Brando, and Brando who is very fierce to her.

She likes every one.

Everyone looked back, as if the sight had stretched at that moment, and the field of vision widened. This young man in a black trench coat immediately became the center of the entire street.

The man with fleshy eyes narrowed for a moment, and he was shocked to see Brando's well-equipped guards beside him. As a noble personal soldier, they are not really nothing in their eyes. Compared with the aristocratic lady who may have not experienced any setbacks before, of course, in his eyes, they are nothing. A little jazz girl can represent here what? Countless people are killed every day by Tonigel. A little aristocrat, dare to go to the baron to find a fair? ——However, the young man in front of him is obviously different. The average person travels with so many followers, and the guards around him are not weak, and they have the elite level in the Eruin army.

I'm afraid it's not an ordinary noble son.

Men dare not neglect, and put away their spears. He asked cautiously, "His?" When he said that, the aristocratic cavalry stood around in groups, and they opened their long bows and aimed at the others around them. The cold light on the arrows calmed down all the hot-headed people. .

"Let them go." Brando didn't even look at the archers, he just said coldly; jokingly, having Akane and Tiger Finch beside him could make him or the people around him lose arrows. absurd.

Moreover, his own strength is not weak. After being different from the Silver Elf Anthem Army, the reward for the perfect plot experience came on schedule. More than 200,000 experiences seem to be a pie falling from the sky, directly smashing his mercenary level to 25th level; after the character level is 32th level, his strength and physique have exceeded 70, and his dexterity has exceeded the 40 mark. The overall strength has reached the upstream level of silver. Just to reach the first level of gold involves the realization of the elements, not only the improvement of physical fitness, but also the high requirements for perception. Brando calculated the average, and he estimated that he would break through the peak of silver and enter the palace of gold, at least It is also possible to wait until the overall level reaches around forty.

Of course, even a small amount of silver upstream is enough to kill ten or ten out of these noble cavalry.

So he was too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy. If it wasn't for the Baron Gruddin behind him, he would now fly the aristocratic cavalry inferior to these beasts a hundred meters away.

"Master, we are not easy to say this," Brando's indifference fulfilled the speculation of the aristocratic cavalry, and the aristocratic cavalry with a ferocious look respected. Let them go, we're not very accountable at Lord Baron— "

But he said that he chose confrontation rather than cooperation. After all, they killed the daughter of a little aristocrat. If the news let the other's companion take it out, I'm afraid it would cause trouble.

Brando sneered: "Put away your ghost tricks, who do you think you are talking to?" The young man held his sword in one hand and stared at the other: "I kill you like killing a dog. Rudin said apologize. If you don't kill you, you will sell face to that guy, but my tolerance is not unlimited-- "

After he had finished speaking, he took out the cage-handled sword and half of it, and the blade of the sword was so cold that it felt cold.

The noble cavalry suffocated.

Brando is right. This world is such a reality. There is no difference between high and low in life, and only the difference in strength is left. The only difference now is that the girl killed by them has no way to resist, innocence is precious, but the price is so heavy.

These cold-blooded people looked at each other, and finally had to choose to show weakness. They nodded, and the person behind them finally let go of the spear that stood around the swordsman's neck.

The swordsman seemed to want to resist, but a man had rushed out of the crowd and hugged him. It was his other companion. Brando saw what the man said in his ear, and the latter finally calmed down.

He saw the mouth shape:

"Don't trouble others."

Brando sighed slightly. Really a group of naive guys, but in such a world it seems invaluable. He saw those people silently put away the corpses of his companions, then separated the crowd and came to him.

"thank you, sir."

The first person to thank him was a thin young man, who was pale, with long light gray hair, wearing monocles, and the silver chain was always behind his ears. The young man was wearing a turquoise robe and was still a wizard apprentice from the pattern on his cuffs.

String Wizard? Brando wanted to practice only so many wizards in this faction. The young man looked polite and indifferent, but his eyes caught him a bit of forbearance and anger. Brando looked at each other's other companions, including a light swordsman and a female element-compared to both Write grief on your face.

This is a character, he looked down at this polite young man, could not help thinking of it.

"Want to get revenge?" He asked.

The young man froze slightly and looked up at him suspiciously. Then the young wizard apprentice shook his head and left his crowd with his companion. Brando looked at each other's back, knowing that he would never be reconciled, he just believed in himself.

But such a role among such a group of naive young people surprised him. He turned his head back to the noble cavalry.

"This lord, we have all the things to do, now you have to give us an explanation, right?" The leading noble cavalry spread his hands to him and asked carefully.

Brando snorted dismissively.

"Master Lord?" Antitina whispered.

He nodded, and since he was involved in the incident, it was necessary to see Baron Gruddin once. After all, it is on the opponent's site, otherwise it would not be so nice to be invited by force. Instead of doing this, it's better to take a step ahead so that the other party won't know his details.

Baron Gruddin?

Brando thought.