Vol 2 Chapter 149

Day 149: Daybreak (2)

With a snap, the ordinary long sword in his hand was torn apart in the scabbard because he could not bear the power from the golden level. Brando froze slightly. He lifted his scabbard and glanced away-

The sword fell into the rubble.

The young man turned his head, and the brown eyes reflected the different faces of the mercenaries. He took Funia's hand and said calmly, "I brought my promise—"

"Remember what you said?"

The bland voice, like a sharp sword out of the sheath, with a howl, passed through everyone's heart.

The mercenaries opened their mouths, but for a moment did not know what to answer.

"I remember!" Only the young man in the gray-blue robe excitedly separated from the crowd and rushed out. He almost stumbled to Brando, then looked up at the young nobleman in his eyes, his eyes flashed Unbelievable.

He actually came.

"I remember ..." The wizard apprentice took a breath and repeated in a low voice: "I am here, sir ..."

Brando glanced at him.

His eyes crossed him and fell on everyone else, everyone.

"What about the rest?"

Quiet.

"You ..." The young man in a gray-blue robe looked around at these people in anger, anxious to punch them in the face, and knocked the cowardly people up.

But still a silent, deadly silence—

Brando just smiled slightly, he smiled, as if a layer of light shone on the warm eyelids: "If I were you, I would not choose to offend two lords at the same time-"

There was a rattling noise in the ruins, and some soldiers in black robes stood among the bricks; as soon as they stood up, they raised their swords and rushed to the back of Brando in a rigid posture.

Brando waved back, and the first soldier in the black robe who rushed to his side had been blown straight by the fan. It broke in the air and broke into pieces, and fell into a broken bone. But he was not dead, and he was crawling backwards beside the noble soldier.

Crackling seemed to be a bone rain.

All the noble soldiers were stunned and motionless—

The second skeleton soldier had rushed to Brando, but the young man did not look back, grabbed the bone rack and stabbed him with the right claw of a sword, and pulled forward, his left hand had unloaded the opponent's black steel Long sword, then grasping the opponent's wrist with his right hand, smashing it over the shoulder and smashing it heavily to the ground, breaking into pieces of bone.

He held the black steel sword in his left hand and turned back.

A moon-shaped white light.

The dozen or so skeleton soldiers in the back broke off, stopped, and fell-

Brando dropped his sword as usual and turned to face the fallen skeleton soldiers. He looked at the ruins of the fortress and said lightly, "Now I give you such a glory--"

The young knight raised his sword, pointing his sword straight at the long street ahead.

"On this street, there are dead souls on the cross, and they are silently watching your fight. Would you like to fight with these old companions in another way?"

that moment.

Everyone seemed to stop breathing.

No one spoke, but someone didn't overdo it, but someone blinked his eyes, but someone silently held down his sword. Yeah, nothing moves these mercenaries more than fighting side by side and trusting each other.

This is the only and last chance to fight side by side with these companions.

Sorry, but can I give you my back?

companion.

There is no extra word, only the sound of a sword coming out of the sheath; the young wizard apprentice lowered his hands weakly, watching this scene with incredible disbelief, watching these mercenaries who were silent before the moment-this moment The man froze his lips coldly, without saying a word, pulled out his sword with a look of apathy.

The sword is the life of a mercenary--

It is also a promise.

The mercenaries stood out with a sacred expression, starting with one or two, then more people, silent and silent, friction and collision between the sword and the armor. Everyone stood silently, standing silently in a row, behind the young knight.

Brando smiled slightly.

He lowered his sword, only to feel a flame burning in his chest.

But his face was cold, and the young man said, "Three big heads, get out of line--"

The three in the crowd glanced at each other and walked out of the queue one by one.

"Tell me, name."

"Clenthia works for you, sir, I'm the head of the Rose and Wine Mercenary Corps-" the handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair glanced at Brando, bowed slightly, and replied.

"Fern, the head of the Battlefield--" The dark-skinned man embraced with both hands, and looked at Brando up and down.

"Yuta, I am the head of the Shanyan Mercenary Corps. Lord, IMHO, although I agree to join with my people, it does not mean that I will execute all orders, I will choose the way of action." The answer was a hot woman with long brown-red hair.

She finished, and gave the young knight a provocative look with turquoise eyes.

Brando smiled indifferently.

He replied, "I don't know your composition."

He looked back at the beauty and said, "But the task I have given you is very simple. You and Mr. Fern each assembled a team of people to stay here, and to attack and control Simon; I only have the requirements for you. One point-three hours before dawn, I will see the flags of your respective mercenary regiments always flying above the gates-"

His eyes fell on the long-haired, handsome middle-aged man Clenthia: "As for Mr. Clenthia, your task is to lead your mercenary regiment and the remaining lone mercenaries and Together-attack fir castle! "

"Want to know the details," Klenhia bowed and replied unhurriedly.

"Wait," the sad girl Yuta interrupted and frowned, asking, "Simon? Why do we go to Simon? Isn't our goal to take down Fir Castle and kill the **** scum?"

With a calm face, Brando replied, "Because that's just one of the goals, but I might as well open the door and tell you that the enemies you will face are a group of undead, Madara undead."

"what?"

Undead?

All three were stunned.

"Grudin colluded with Madara, but the undead army cannot be hidden in the city; there may be a small part, but the army must be near the city, and I think they can only hide in the forest to the southwest. And Your task is to stop them from entering the city until we complete the task— "Brando said lightly.

Utta and Klenthia looked at each other, each seeing hesitation in each other's eyes.

Only Forta replied in a stern voice: "Since the grown-ups have been colluding with Madara until Gruddin, there must be a lot of masters around, and the attack on Firth Castle must also be the most difficult task. So why don't the adults choose our Fireland War Corps? Don't look down on our combat effectiveness? "

When Clenthia heard this, she couldn't help frowning.

But Brando shook his head: "I said, I don't know your composition. But since I chose this lineup, then-"

He turned back: "Everything is on my command line."

He looked up again at the street in the distance.

"Well, time is running out."

"You hurry up this time, but remember my words, glory and hell. I gave you the opportunity to choose. I hope you will be ashamed when you go back and forth."

"Instead, there is not even a chance to look back--"

"So now, those who are willing to get this glory, follow me!" Brando finished, holding Fonia with one hand, and walking on the rubble of rubble.

The three heads heard the cold threat in Brando's words, and secretly stunned. The little girl looked up at him and blinked, saying, "Brando ... brother, in fact ... you don't have to fight for Funia ..."

"I ... heard ... Grandpa, they ... said, as long as ... Funia ... went ... there, everything ... will ... be safe."

But Brando listened to this sentence and smiled slightly.

"Funiya, you don't understand. It's not just about fighting on your own," the young man replied softly; while looking at the neat rows of crosses that stretched into the darkness in the distance, he was a little bit dreamy. : "It was me, I chose the path of iron and blood, sword and fire, and nothing more-"

exactly.

When Brando was here, he chose to come back to face all this, and look directly at all his timidity and escape; then at this moment, the road in front of him began to become rugged and difficult, as if leading to the burning flames. At the end, thorns entangled on the trail, and even blood was flowing—

But he returned.

If the rage in the afternoon is only a shake of thought, then the choice between Funia and the Senia gives him the final revelation; it is like an eternal truth. If he always chooses to escape, he will always only Can be a loser.

The winner is powerful and the winner is strong——

Indeed, he considered an easier way. If he chooses to ignore and ignore all of his claims, then he may easily find the coveted territory, then hide his wings, absorb nutrients in the shadows and gradually become stronger, eventually dominating everything.

But is that what he wants?

Gain strength but lose everything.

Is that what he wants?

But Brando couldn't help laughing, because he found that in the end, he had prepared the most complicated plan. He has repeatedly avoided entering such a result, avoiding placing himself at the other end of the roulette wheel as a desperate gambler.

But after stepping again and again, he returned to his place, holding such a plan in his hands.

Brando smiled slightly, he really wanted to follow Antitina's plan, so stable, so simple, that the noble girl's choice was so logical.

"but……"

"Brando, in the end you're still Brando ..."

He shook his head with a mockery.

But his eyes became firm. In this case, let him carry out the plan-even if there is only one chance! But just like in the past, like he was Sophie, the 130th-level warrior, facing the thousands of troops of Madara.

Step by step to success.

Or death--

Brando looked back and saw the young wizard apprentice chasing after him from behind, the young man seemed to be rearranging his emotions, and his face returned to that apathy.

"grown ups?"

"Did you hear the voice?" Brando didn't answer, he just asked.

"what sound?"

"Voice of war—" Brando replied lightly, taking out a silver card from his arms.

At that moment, the great earthquake shook, and the noble cavalry had been killed from the corner of the street--