Vol 2 Chapter 150

Dawn of the 150th Act (3)

The icy air was writhing in the night, and the rumbling sound was from far to near.

The noble cavalry with their bright armors brushed down and pulled down the metal masks. The rows of cold lances were flat, the horses were hissing, and they rushed out from behind the street corners.

At that moment, the earthquake shuddered.

But Brando just looked at these aristocratic soldiers coldly. His index finger and **** had held up the silver card in his hand, and he easily lost it. "Unicorn Knight, come in-" Brando said. .

The card crossed an arc and landed on the ground—

Everyone saw that moment of white light intertwined and rushed down from the night sky; however, after the light curtain, the girl knight slowly walked through the gate of light with a silver shuttle. She and her horned warhorse held their heads high, with a horizontal shot in front of them, already appearing in the middle of the street.

Summoner?

Above the battlefield is a lag.

"Master Lord," Princess Silver Elf's voice jumped vacantly, and she replied softly, "Thank you."

Brando knew she was talking about necklaces. He shook his head and replied, "I said, you should thank your fellow citizens for this matter."

Meditha smiled softly, she put one hand on her chest: "The process is not important, Lord Lord, I did not do the same. And this time, what is your order to Meditha?"

"Go forward."

Brando answered, looking ahead.

The noble cavalry was close at hand.

The young wizard apprentice beside him was a little stunned. Summoning is a kind of magic based on magic circle, but has something in common with the string magic of ancient magic; the 'Silver Knight' in the summoning is already one of the high-level summoning techniques, but the 'Silver Knight' is suitable The occasion is defensive rather than offensive.

But the young man was trying to remind him, but just held out his hand and froze. The whole person stayed there, and he couldn't say a word.

Because he saw Brando calmly lift his sword forward.

The silver knight turned back, and the pale-gray pupils reflected the closer and closer of the noble cavalry-but she raised her spear, but the distance between the two on the street was like a moment. Pull away.

It is an illusion in space and time, if the power of the soul is solidified in the air.

The power of elements.

"A thousand troops--"

"one strike!"

The silver elf princess pulled down the cold metal mask, and her voice became snoring.

But she moved forward, one person and one horse turned into a silver light, and the light pierced into the cavalry cluster. The noble cavalry's offensive was delayed. The momentum of Metisha broke out completely. The blade swept away in all directions.

Suddenly, people turned their backs.

Golden Order.

Another one!

The heads of the three mercenary regiments, Yuta, Fern, Klenhia, and other mercenaries, took a breath of air. It was not easy to see one of the gold-level forces in this remote country on weekdays. Appearance is two-two gold steps, and one of them appears to be the young man's summoner.

Where is he sacred?

The three were lucky at this moment, but fortunately there was no wrong team, because in comparison, although Baron Grudin could kill them with a piece of paper, Brando's strength at this moment was tangible. They killed one by one; after the gold-level strength touched the elements, there was already a natural gap between silver and black iron.

When Celencia saw this, the silver-haired middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and there was a flash of determination in his pale blue eyes. He pulled out his sword and waved his hand forward: "Members of Roses and Wine, fight for the dead companions!"

"fighting!"

There was a voice of reconciliation, and the mercenaries behind the leader of the middle-aged mercenary group moved forward. Brando watched as these men crossed themselves one by one and joined the battle ahead. After a moment of frustration with the noble cavalry, they now began to stand still on the street.

But this is just one of them. Brando believes that Grudin's men are coming one after another.

The other party will want to figure out what happened.

He glanced back at the silver-haired middle-aged man.

"Master, the Rose and Wine Mercenary Corps are here to fight with you side by side." Klenhia looked ahead and replied in a low voice: "I hope you can lead us out of our predicament-"

Brando smiled indifferently.

He can see this guy's unwillingness, and also, he almost forced them into such a way by forcing them, how could the other party be willing. But now that he has chosen this path of desperation, he must go step by step, and of course he will rely on these mercenaries-but not subject to each other.

This is the first move in this game, and the fight has just begun.

He raised his sword, pointing his sword far away at the fir castle in the dark.

"Mr. Clenthia?"

"What?" The silver-haired middle-aged man frowned.

"Get there, let's talk about what's next-otherwise, you and I are all in ruins. No matter how much is said, it is meaningless." Brando said lightly.

Kellenia froze.

"You really want to kill him, Lord Lord?" He felt some dryness in his mouth and couldn't help moisturizing his throat: "Grudin is a nobleman of the kingdom and the son of Count Denel, I think we give One lesson ... is enough ... "

Brando glanced at him.

He shook his head, thinking that Eruin's hierarchic system was so serious that even if he was such a sophisticated and cunning mercenary leader, Krenhia could not help being naive.

"It's not that I'm going to kill him, Mr. Klenthia," the young man smiled slightly. "It's a lot of wrongdoing-it's about to brag."

The silver-haired middle-aged man stayed, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

In the back, the red-haired mercenary commander Yuta Bi looked at the scene with green eyes. She looked back at the side of the Fire Corps chief Fern, and replied with interest: "Karen Hey guy, this time it's hard to follow and it's really rare. "

"Hum," the tall man snorted coldly, and looked disdainfully: "Fox."

Fighting continues.

Baron Gruding's reinforcements seemed to be coming from all directions, and the rumbling of horseshoes rang out in the distance.

There was a flash of light in Yuta's eyes, and she immediately pointed at the tall man and said, "Fern, you stay here. I'll go up and support that adult. As for Simon, leave it to me and my people--"

"Why am I staying behind?" Fern frowned, frowning: "The combat effectiveness of the Fire Band is not weaker than any of you."

The redhead smiled slightly: "Why, you want to grab me a weak woman? Fern, can I hear that you were a knight before? Shouldn't the knight be polite?"

The tall man snorted slightly and turned his back on her. He thrust his two-handed sword into the ground, and Ka Ka made a crisp sound. Fern lifted his head, glanced over the heads of every member of the Fire Brigade and other people present, and then he sighed and commanded: "Do n’t let go until dawn An undead came into the city. Someone who dared to take a step back, be careful I pinched his egg--! "

After that, he raised his right fist.

moment.

Responding to him was a raised weapon, silent and silent--

The winning smile bloomed on Yuta's face. She pouted a smile, but her face quickly calmed down. When she turned around, Jiaoyan's face was cold.

The head of the red-haired mercenary looked at her person, and stretched out her hand to the right: "My people, follow me-"

Her voice was as cold as a chilling blade.

Fern silently glanced back at the head of the red-haired maid. The politeness of the knight was not to allow women and children to participate in the battle, but this time he did not choose to refuse, because he knew that Utta ’s only sister died today In the morning slaughter.

And in order to retain the Corps, each of them chose to remain silent. Even with the anger of revenge burning in my heart, I chose to turn around-not to face this dark world. The young man persecuted them to this point, but it did not represent the choice in their hearts, so that they could face it all.

Facing his own heart and the anger.

Fern looked back at the endless night, and sighed inexplicably.

breaking Dawn.

With the first beam of light, there is daybreak.

But where is light again?

...

If the battlefield is a huge chessboard, then this chessboard becomes lively and vivid at this moment.

The noble cavalry could not stop Brando's advance, and the crossbowman quickly entered the attack position in the rear. These heavily armored crossbowmen are a core part of the aristocratic private army. They raised the four-armed crossbow high in the voice of the password, twisted the bowstring, and Gangya was in place.

Then a command was issued, and the locusts were like rain.

The black arrow rain spread over the sky, and the mercenaries who rushed to the front immediately fell down in a row. The silver-haired middle-aged mercenary commander swept his crossbow at his sword. He saw his own casualties and his grimace was gritted.

But crossbow Yafei and Brando's side, the young man protected Funia with one hand, swiped with his right hand, and the wind pressure brought by the white crow sword made these Gangya as if they had gone through a storm and flew back. Hit the wall.

His sword pushed forward, and Meditha took the lead.

The second line of defense that the city's garrison had managed to organize immediately became precarious, and the noble personal soldiers could rely on two silver-powered knights-but unfortunately, they found that their opponent was not just a gold rank The strong are as simple as that.

But a real Silver Elf Knight.

Under the influence of centuries of fighting skills, the silver elf girl's keenness for fighting has been far beyond ordinary people. She was like a breeze avoiding the spear in the hands of the two knights, and she had swept them off the horse with a single shot.

In an instant.

Those noble crossbowmen in heavy armor and invariable action found themselves facing a fearful unicorn knight. There was no obstacle between them.

With her one-handed release of the gun, Metisha was cold in her silver eyes—

The defenders defeated.