Vol 2 Chapter 162

162th War of the Mage Brigade (5)

Six dark, frosty rocky bridges rose from under Shire's short staff, and crashed into the inner city walls. After shaking for a while, the knights of Gruddin climbed up from behind the retaining wall, trembling with fear. Finding a smooth path between them and their opponents-no obstacles.

For a while on the battlefield, it was silent, as if a silent angel flew over everyone's head, making them silent.

But the young wizard withdrew his cane, stood back, then raised his head and smiled at the knights facing the dirt on the wall.

At that moment, the dull horseshoe sounded from behind him--

The cavalry among the mercenaries had rushed out from behind Charles, and in a moment passed the young wizard, and they rushed to the bridge of rocks. The cavalry moved forward, and the sword in the hands of the young lord behind them—Brando's sword pointed at the cold light of the stars, motionless—as if in response to the same command:

Attack and destroy the enemy!

The ground was rumbling, and the noble knights finally changed their faces. A large number of mercenaries swarmed up the walls, but Brando's summons were faster than them. The young man has discarded and resets the two holy archangels who were not badly injured in the battle with Kabais and Bai. He took the card from the graveyard and ordered The holy archangel attacked—The angel made by light fluttered his wings over the heads of everyone and flew over the city wall in a flash. Although silver's superior strength is not worth mentioning in front of Kabais and Bai, it is an insurmountable mountain in front of these noble knights. With their foothold as the center, the knights have retreated, and their only choice seems to be When Cangjie fled, a large number of knights had to turn around and shove down the tower.

Soon, a gap was opened on the wall.

Seeing this, he snorted coldly. He didn't say a word, dragging Gruddin to the castle. For him, whether these humans are dead or alive has nothing to do with him, as long as he keeps Gruddin intact. Of course, the same situation fell into the eyes of Brando who was watching here anytime, anywhere, and he smiled: Bai this guy still doesn't understand human nature!

The young man bowed his head and whispered something to Akane beside him. The girl froze slightly, glanced at him, and walked away doubtfully. It didn't take long for her to leave, and the shouts of the battle immediately sounded:

"Master Baron escaped!"

"Master Baron has run away!"

When the shouts sounded, a few noble soldiers who were still resisting on the city's head were stunned. They couldn't help turning back to find the trace of Grudin, but it turned out that the front was finally shaken at this moment. It was like the last straw that crushed the camel. When found that his lord had been lost, the knights of Grudin collapsed across the line, or they only resisted a little and gave up completely.

The situation gradually became clear, and the mercenaries poured into the tower like a torrent, and they lowered the suspension bridge-Brando then led people into the castle, because for him: there was a final battle.

...

The castle was dark and obscure, and the corridors seemed to endlessly follow a spiral shape. However, perhaps Gruddin thought that only he knew the secret way of Fir Castle, but unfortunately, this was nothing to Brando. This is the innate advantage of his soul on the other side, just like the young man followed when the baron and the dead general of Madara entered the hall where the path was.

Both parties entered the hall at the same time.

The two sides stopped at the same time when they saw each other-Brando, Akane and Shire on one end, and Grudin and Bai on the other end-the Baron obviously hadn't expected this to happen. At that moment, the whole man stayed a bit, and almost thought he was sold by someone. For a time the two sides were separated by a long table, and they were motionless.

The hall is still that hall, as if the same scene as the previous day is reproduced, and even the atmosphere is so amazingly similar.

In the weird silence, the air flow in the hall even stopped--

However, Brando looked up, he glanced at the beautiful red crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and could not help but think that history was just amazingly similar. It was only the day before that he chose to compromise, but now he is going to take back what he lost. Then he lowered his head and looked at Grudin and the undead knight standing in front of him.

Bai also looked at them silently, without seeming surprised.

The undead knight raised his right hand and blocked Grudin behind himself with a huge sickle, and replied, "Human, you are much better than I thought; I am surprised that Eruin has a lower noble like you —— "

The sound was hollow like a layer of rusting metal.

Brando shook his head.

"Well, don't waste your time, Tiamas," he interrupted the guy. "You know who I'm here to take his life. I know I can't keep you, but don't think that you can take this away Lord Baron Eruin. "

He deliberately accentuated the last few words.

There was a sigh of sigh and a sigh of laughter under the metal mask: "I don't know who you are, let's think you are the Viscount. But Mr. Viscount, I remember that in your human world, the rules between nobles are not like this."

"Behind me is the local lord, a noble baron, and the noble blood flowing from his family can be traced back to the last dynasty among you. But today, Lord Viscount, you tell me, now you want Take a shot at one member of this glorious family and set a precedent for **** slaughter between nobility and nobility? "

"Of course I can drop my hand," Bai shrugged. "But I put down my hand, would you dare to kill him?"

Grudin stood behind the undead general, looking somber.

"The honor of the kingdom will not fall on the traitor."

"But breaking the fishnet is not the rule of your game."

Brando smiled slightly: "If a Count Donnell is enough to make me dead, what else am I here for?"

White stunned slightly.

"Good breath." Baron Gruddin finally had a chance to insert a sentence, and he almost grinded it from his teeth: "A junior Count Jeanne, I don't know where your confidence comes from, Viscount Gunstein. "

"Did I let you speak?" Brando looked at him.

The young man's cold eyes pierced into Grudin's heart like a knife, his pupil narrowed slightly, and he kept silent.

Madara's undead general applauded: "Good spirit," a metal staggered voice came from under the mask. "The Cologne (*) said that smart people must learn to find a balance between thinking and doing. Mr. Viscount, and especially I think as a decent aristocrat, Baron Gruddin has gotten the answer. There are lessons. I do n’t see how it ends. Everyone has room to turn around. "

(* Residents of the area between Grace and St. Osor of the Order of the Knights of the Church, also the main ethnic group of Grace)

"Lonians also said, blood for blood, tooth for tooth." Charles added with a smile behind Brando.

"It can flow, it's not your blood, adults."

"It is true, but the decent of the aristocracy is not inherent," Brando answered coldly.

White silence.

But the young man also frowned, because in his impression the black knight among the four apocalypse knights was never a nonsense person. On the contrary, he and the White Knight Alberton are notoriously dumb, decisive, and prefer to do hard work rather than talk about it. But now Bai's performance is exactly the opposite of what he knows. Brando never thinks that it is because Bai's personality at this moment has changed a lot since then.

Then there is only one reason left.

How important is Grudin? I just don't know what kind of agreement has been reached between Madara and the Jean-Denel family! But what made him more suspicious was the purpose of the other party's delay here.

But the best way to break through the unknown trap is to not let the other party succeed.

Brando didn't say a word at all. He reached out his right hand, pressed his white gloves against the sword, and pressed lightly, and the man was one step forward. He moved, and the icy momentum crossed half the hall in an instant--

The white lines remained motionless, but Grudin behind him took three steps back and even fell to the ground. The baron of the kingdom finally managed to stand firm and flushed. He looked at Brando with his teeth gritted, but his heart was filled with unbelievable emotions. Although he is just a swordsman with a black iron strength, he can still feel the real strength that Brando burst out at that moment-it has become stronger again!

Grudin couldn't believe that a person could become so strong overnight, and of course he couldn't guess that it was the sensory illusion of the 22 elements that made the grade, and the only possibility I could think of was the other It must have been hiding power before.

He immediately told the discovery to Bai, the Black Knight nodded, and looked at Brando with a playful look—

Kabez's report is unlikely to go wrong.

But Grudin should not lie to him now, not to mention that he himself has just realized. So who should he trust?

However, the undead general of Madara appeared motionless, and only asked, "Mr. Viscount, don't think twice?"

"Tiamas, it's not good for you to get involved in things between humans," Brando shook his head with a sword. "You see, you can't take Grudin away. So why bother with me A meaningless battle, let it go, I know it ’s not your habit-"

Bai shook his head.

He watched Brando step closer, pressing the baron slightly with a giant sickle to keep some distance, and then said, "For Mr Viscount, this battle is really not necessary. But it is different for me, Although Madala has never had a tradition of aligning with the living-but for the first time in everything, it is not a good reputation for us to abandon our allies for the first time. "

He smiled under the mask: "What's more, you are right in one point. Under the enemies of enemies, it is a little difficult for me to protect Lord Baron--"

"Mr. Tiamas!" Gruddin was startled, his face pale, and asked hurriedly.