Vol 2 Chapter 148

Day 148: Daybreak (1)

After the young man spoke, he took a heavy breath; he could not help but coughed twice, and his face became a little grey.

"But anger can't be eaten for food, lad," an older mercenary looked at him with a bit of anxiety and replied, "you tell them the code, they tell you fists. Their fists are big, how can you? It's all here, but they still don't listen, why? Because they are not afraid of us at all. "

"Even if we want to attack the city, can we get in?" Said another person. "Don't be impractical, don't forget that there is an army in that bastard."

The young man in the gray-blue robe gritted his teeth, but couldn't answer.

But it was at this time that the crowd was agitating. Everyone was stunned, and the mercenary commanders immediately turned around alertly and shouted, "What are you doing, what's wrong? What mess!"

"Boss, there seems to be another person on the top of the city. They have reinforcements!" The mercenary near the gate shouted immediately.

Everyone frowned at the answer.

And reinforcements?

No wonder there is no fear.

...

In fact, when Rothko took people to the city wall, he saw that the crowd was not far below the gate.

So that at this moment, looking down from the city fortress, the whole plain outside the city was dotted with the light of a bonfire. At the bonfire, there are many people, and it is impossible to count how many mercenaries or adventurers there are.

The pale young man couldn't help humming coldly.

He looked back at the rows of soldiers wrapped in black cloth behind him. He knew that what was hidden underneath was actually a terrible skeleton-skeleton soldiers, the most basic of Madara's ruthless killing machine. One of the components.

His eyes returned to the plain again, a little impatient, but he remained cold and said to the human officers around him: "Shout, tell them to give them half an hour to leave, otherwise kill them."

His words were cold like a knife.

After all, rather than commanding the battle here, the undead wizard wanted to return to his basement room to study his materials plundered from human libraries.

The noble officer gave him a careful look and hurriedly looked down. Although he was a little strange about where this strange friend came from, he also knew that it was a reinforcement sent by the Lord Lord-as to whether he was a family member next to the cold-hearted Baron, he did not dare to ask more, but he had no doubt at all These mysterious warriors standing side by side will be the army of undead from Madara.

After all, this may be too incredible in any way.

The noble officer returned to the wall and straightened his throat, but he was secretly proud; surrounded by these lowly mercenaries, he was already dissatisfied. You must know that their noble personal soldiers used to have high toes on weekdays. There will be a day when it is his turn to be besieged by others.

Even if it is just siege and not attacking, it also makes these people feel lost. He immediately beckoned, summoned the wizard apprentice not far away, and commanded utterly:

"Crystal."

The wizard apprentice did not dare to neglect, and immediately inspired the sound amplification on the crystal.

The noble officer nodded with satisfaction, as if at this moment he was already the commander of the army of Eruin, commanding the army, cleared his throat, and shouted towards the city:

"Listen below, listen to me-!"

...

"Listen below, listen to me-!"

With a shout, the officer under Grudin immediately set off a violent uproar among the mercenaries below the city; everyone stopped in unison and looked back towards the direction of Fir City, holding his breath and waiting for the other party's next.

But there is no more-

Because the officer had just opened his mouth, he suddenly froze. He grabbed the speaker's apprentice's sound reinforcement crystal and hit the ground with a slam—the whole man couldn't make a sound.

He looked up and watched the mercenaries below after a commotion, suddenly starting from the back of the entire crowd, as if a giant beast passed by, the crowd automatically separated into two sides silently; and the beast formed in the shadow Moving forward silently, approaching the gate a little.

what is that?

It wasn't just him, Rothko narrowed his eyes and looked at that direction as if he had petrified.

...

"Everyone!"

At the bonfire, the young man in the gray-blue robe looked at the people in disappointment with disappointment: "Do n’t we just be able to fight once, even just once? Yes, we are mercenaries, adventurers, but mercenaries. There is also the glory of mercenaries. This glory is the glory of guarding companions on the battlefield— "

He looked at the others and asked, "Are we going to discard this glory, but we don't rely on our companions, or our comrades-in-arms, what mercy is called?"

His words brought silence, as if echoing the silence from the distant shouts on the gate.

The mercenary commanders looked at each other, but they were still hesitant. They want to give an explanation to their staff, but this explanation is not about such simple things.

No one is willing to show weakness, but after all, it is a positive challenge to a lord of the kingdom, an adult baron, and even the son of Count Denel—

If they choose to fight, there may be no place for them in this kingdom in the future.

This choice gave them a dilemma.

The young man sighed longly: "I'm sorry, it seems that I'm too strong ..." He stood up and said, "Well, but anyway, the wrongdoers on the cross need an answer, I know yours Difficulties-so you ca n’t answer, I ’ll help you answer. ”

"If there is always a need for death, let me and my companion die this time. I only hope that you will never forget this day. The cold-blooded baron trampled not only the lives of your companions, but also your dignity. "

After speaking, he turned and left.

But before taking two steps, someone stopped him: "Young man!"

The young wizard apprentice stopped.

"Stay in Qingshan without worrying about burning wood. Have you forgotten what the adult told you to pass on? I think what he means, maybe one day will bring us justice--"

"Do you believe it?" The young man interrupted him with a cold hum, and he turned back: "Do you believe this perfunctory answer? None of the so-called high-ranking big men is good--"

His words suddenly broke.

The young man's pupils enlarged around, he looked at the crowd behind in disbelief a little bit unbelievably, and then separated layer by layer. As if the tide receded, or an invisible beast separated the crowd, forcing them to give way to both sides.

The campfire was dim, and the air was rapidly cooling.

The ground frosted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then the young wizard apprentice took a breath and he had seen the figure behind the crowd.

A young man, a little girl, one sword at a time.

Going forward alone.

Brando held Funia with one hand and walked forward step by step. He moved forward, and the momentum of Jin Yijie was like an invisible sharp sword to separate the crowd. Those who were a little slower were cold. The breath was almost overwhelmed.

No one dared to stop, a wide avenue immediately opened between him and the south gate of Fir City.

No one dared to make a sound, all the mercenaries and adventurers present were silently watching this scene:

Watching Brando pass between them and watching the mercenaries behind him keep a certain distance around them, a group of people silently followed each other, as if the relationship between the knight and the king.

They also saw the young man holding the little girl beside him silently, walking slowly under the gate and stopping.

Everyone is watching this scene.

Funia also looked up at Brando, her emerald eyes were full of dependence; the little girl put her little hand in Brando's warm palms, and they walked all the way, through the dark forest, through the night. Wilderness, and she always had this feeling in her heart:

It feels like mom and dad.

It is warm and stable.

Brother Brando's hand looks like a harbor.

Brando also looked up, and the pale face of the noble officer reflected in his cold eyes.

"What do you want me to listen to?" The young man's voice was not high, but it was clear and audible throughout the silent camp of Crow and Bird: "Soldier?"

The noble officer standing on the top of the city was choked.

He opened his mouth, although he was only glanced at by the young man, but he was breathless with a sword in his chest. He involuntarily turned back to Roscoe for help, but found that the other person's figure had long disappeared from the wall.

He was secretly crying in his heart, but forced by Brando's momentum, he had to stutter and replied: "I ... I mean, you, you ... you each ... each ... spread, no ... otherwise ... grid ... forget to kill. "

There was a sudden commotion among the mercenaries below the city. These people knew that the cold-blooded baron would never joke with them; therefore, with this order, many people were a little hesitant.

But Brando just nodded.

"End?"

he asks.

"It's over, it's over ..." The noble officer sweated coldly in his hands. He didn't know why he was so frightened. Obviously, the boy was still far away from him, but there was always a sharp sword in his heart hanging over his head. illusion.

Brando nodded again.

"Then it's my turn now--"

At the end of the speech, he stepped forward, pressing down the scabbard with his left hand, and holding the hilt with his right hand—when the sword came out of the scabbard—as if it were a silver flower; however, everyone saw the young man pull out from below A long silver line!

But that is not the line.

But the trajectory of the sword-

From bottom to top.

A ripple moved forward along Brando's sword. The wind pressure was below the threshold. The gate of the city had ‘clicked’ inward and then collapsed into powder ...

The ripples moved forward, and the gate fortress crashed along the neat incision along Brando's sword ...

The sword wind swept across, as if the wind was blowing a sand castle, and a section of the city wall close to ten meters in a flash collapsed into a dusty powder and died in an instant--

Brando danced a sword in the air in a semicircle, then took a step back.

Close the sword.

Also sheath.

‘Click’, the sword is broken into four!