Vol 2 Chapter 161

Chapter 161: War of the Mage Brigade (4)

Shire's spell was finally completed.

A light wall woven by countless lines unfolded in front of Brando, and the huge sickle in the hands of the black knight who had just arrived slashed along the wall with a slip of spark. His golden pupil narrowed slightly, and he retreated immediately. In fact, when he saw the wall, he knew that the trip had failed. He can no longer kill that young man in a short time—let alone say how solid a wall of rules made by the Seven Rings mentor is, not to mention that Brando himself also has first-order gold power. I thought I could rely on the proud speed to win, but I didn't expect the other party to know what he would do from the beginning-the young human gave up the support for the entire battlefield and withdrew all the dragon cavalry. Just to contain his actions.

With so many guards around him, he still chose to give up the overall situation and take care of himself first. Such people are either too afraid of death, or they have terrible judgment. But no matter which one, at least he wins.

Bai raised his head, the flames in his golden eyes stared calmly at the light brown eyes of Brando not far away; he even had a feeling that the other party was an old opponent who had fought with him for many years.

Of course, Bai will not understand that Brando is the old opponent who has fought with him for many years. The two men fought dozens of times between the mountains of the Church Knights Grace, and they knew each other. Besides, Bai had already obtained the blood of the evil dragon at that time, no matter how mature or powerful he was now. comparable. But Brando's understanding of him and his own experience have not changed at all.

But all this fell into the eyes of the Black Knight, and it became even more weird.

He pulled away and Brando immediately ordered: "Stop him--!"

Among the four knights of the apocalypse, the black knight, the balance of war and the judge, Bai Tiamas, Juyue, although the personal strength of the Madara has been wandering downstream among the four knights, they are four. One of the most talented generals. Brando knew that it was this man who presided over the entire strategy of capturing Braggs in the Second Black Rose War, and it was not his style to let the other party return to Madara to become the future's heir to Eruin. What's more, for him to leave this guy here is equivalent to breaking Targus' arm, and losing the army of the white Madara undead will not give him that much pressure in the south.

Not to mention he has to face the thunder that has made Earl Denel.

After listening to Brando's words, Bai could not help but sneer. Want to stay with him? Not so easy. Although he had no way of taking Brando for a while, it was also based on the situation of the noble personal soldiers who had to maintain the collapse. If he didn't care, he wanted to give this young human a good look. He believes that no one will be dead. Know. But although Brando's words irritated him, Bai chose to withdraw with all his strength. As an intellectual general, knowing when and what to do is an essential quality.

He turned away from Shire's static enchantment at a turning point, and flashed between two holy angels like ghosts, and finally strayed with Akane who chased from the battlefield; the whole process was just a breath and a breath, Even the red-haired girl holding the axe gun had no time to look back, and saw that the back of the black knight was already tens of meters away.

"Asshole--" She gritted her teeth and looked in that direction fiercely.

Brando shook his head.

In fact, he also “snapped” in disappointment in his heart, but did not expect to fail—he originally wanted to use words to provoke this guy to stay, but he did not expect that this guy would be like Calm as after. He originally thought that this guy had always been proud, and at this time he was still junior, not as mature as he was, maybe he would be more impulsive.

"It's really tricky, this freak—" Brando couldn't help but slandered: "Will you design the torrentialrain team do npc, can you think about it from the player's point of view, and make it simpler-asshole ! "

But he immediately thought of another question, and turned back to Charles, "Char, go to Clenthia. He may need your help, and I'm worried that Bai's guy will take Gruding-"

"Clenthia?"

"A mercenary regiment is now ours."

"What am I going to do, sir?"

"Are you a mage or am I a mage? Act as soon as possible," Brando replied, "Freya's dumb girl can become a Valkyrie, and I believe you are fine."

"what?"

"Nothing," Brando replied solemnly, "I just help her plan her life."

"Understand," Charles bowed, "honoured to be."

"Go on." Brando nodded. But when she saw the red-haired girl limping over, Shire couldn't help sighing as she passed by: "It's really like Miss Freya. It turns out that you like this type—" Before he finished, he was rewarded with a big white eye. Akane gritted her teeth, glanced at the guy, walked across from him, and walked to Brando.

Brando asked, "Jane?"

Akane chuckled slightly: "Well?"

Brando looked at her.

"I'm fine." The red-haired girl wiped off the blood on her face and replied casually: "Just my lord, Metisha ..."

"I know." Brando nodded. But that's okay. Fortunately, there is still a balance of light elements, and it is not difficult to rescue Meditis.

Akane glanced at the young lord.

She vaguely knew the relationship between the Silver Elf Princess and the young man, and although it was a little strange, she nodded and no longer asked. Just make sure Matissa is okay. Although Brando didn't answer, she already got the answer she wanted from the young man's face. Because she knew Brando was by no means indifferent to her deployment.

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The situation on the battlefield is changing, in fact mercenaries have crossed the last line of defense of the aristocratic private army before the inner city.

After Bai retreated, he immediately issued an order for the noble army to retreat into the inner city, but he never thought of it-precisely because of his order, the situation on the battlefield became more difficult to clean up for a while.

The Black Knight has become accustomed to commanding the army of the undead. Although he also understands human habits, it is necessary to talk about the grasp of human nature. After all, he cannot keep up with those real human generals. When the torrents formed by mercenaries were as sporadic as bones and skeletons, and the support of the undead was lost, Grudin's private army had no room to stand. The army was shaken, not to mention the retreat of the aristocratic personal soldiers under the retreat, and they lost their way along the five streets and fell like a duck. This is Brando's expectation to drive these people into the inner city, and specifically ordered the tiger sparrows to instruct Clenthia not to rush to kill them, otherwise it is estimated that these noble personal soldiers who fly in the usual days are crying, and there are not a few left. -

In this regard, our Mr. Tiamas can only be stunned.

In fact, when the Black Knight turned on his horse, he just saw such a collapse of the army. He couldn't help but cursed, "Stupid!"

But cursing is meaningless, and Bai understands that. He looked up to see the light spots in the night sky that seemed to be cruises. They occasionally emitted a beam or two to the ground, taking away the only remaining aristocratic private soldiers who were still fighting, or the undead squads that were scattered. Sex. The undead general's eyes showed a slightly interested look-the young human gave him more surprises than expected: the summoner?

However, the summoner does not have such a strange summoning technique, but it does not rule out ancient magic. In the era before the Dark Dragon, the system of magic was very different from what it is now. Just like the ancient string magic used by the Dragons, and the modern string magic are completely two concepts. His golden eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart wanted to be the main force of Lord Targus. Here, both ghosts and high-level corpses can restrain these air units well. However, he also knew that this was just a delusion. Lord Instaron had a more important mission in the south. The main force was also used to confront the remnants of the southern legion of Eruin. It was impossible to appear in this place.

He understood that Targus had privately assigned him a part of the Bonethorn Army, but what shook his head was that the young man's shot cost him nearly 10% of the army's strength. Fortunately, it's just the skeleton shooter.

But to win, it's not that simple.

There are dozens of guards in the inner city. Most of them are knights bred by Grudin. Depending on them, they can support for a period of time, but in this case, the only safe way is to take away the baron. As for whether it is possible to support the arrival of the army, it is difficult to say that he is unwilling to take risks. The Black Knight thought of this and silently turned his eyes to the west.

"Young humans, the fight between us continues."

The black knight's nightmare warhorse crossed the army and entered the inner city at the fastest speed-

He dragged a long cloak like a black lightning across the suspension bridge, and ordered the knights on the porch to raise the suspension bridge and close the gate. He decisively gave up those cumbersome plans to reorganize, not to mention whether the young human would give him this time, and to say nothing, did not intend to let these people impact the inner city, so as not to let the other party have a chance.

As for whether the humans outside are dead or alive, what is the relationship with him?

But when the undead general of Madara changed into new armor and came to the city, he found that Brando and his mercenaries had arrived under the inner city, faster than even he imagined. Hurry up. Under their impact, those smashed soldiers were fleeing along the sides of Fir Castle, without any blocking effect. He turned back and saw Grudin standing next to him in a silk robe, looking pale.

"Master Tiamas?" The baron could not help asking.

"I can't stop them here," the Black Knight glanced down and replied coldly. "If you want to stay alive, you have to follow me."

The baron froze.

"What about my people?" He whispered.

"You still manage them?" The golden eyes under the metal mask glanced at him coldly.

Gruddin suffocated.

He was trying to say something, but suddenly he heard an exclamation. Both looked back at the same time, but just saw a young man wearing a robe with three golden patterns on his sleeves walking out of the mercenary. He held a short stick and pointed forward, and the six golden lights immediately Extend from the street to the wall of the inner city.

Gruddin froze. But Bai had yelled, "It's that mage, stop him!"

But late, Shir already put his hand down and said, "Material transformation, the law: equivalent exchange."

"Iazu?" The gem on the staff's head lightened. (Ancient: Exchange?)

"magic."

Six gold lines lightened slightly, extending countless golden lines downward. Behind the lines, a giant bridge made of three rocks was formed out of thin air.

A silence-