Vol 2 Chapter 163

163th War of the Mage Brigade (6)

"Mr. Tiamas!"

Baron Gruddin was startled by the words, and his face was pale. The only thing he could rely on now was this Madara's undead general. If the other party couldn't protect him comprehensively, the barbaric young Viscount was afraid that he would really kill him with a sword.

But Bai ignored him and said directly, "But for half an hour, I have this confidence."

"Half an hour?" Brando captured the point of the opponent like a real old opponent: "Does half an hour make any sense? Or is there any purpose for you to delay me here for half an hour? "

"If it weren't the enemy, I really doubt you were a close friend of mine during my lifetime," Bai couldn't help sighing. "Why do you always behave so well with me, even if it is Marissa. I don't know so Then. "

Brando just smiled.

Of course, he knew that Marissa was actually a white close-fitting maid, and this **** actually said that he was harming him by turning around. But even verbal reluctance to show weakness is in line with his understanding of this guy; he obviously lost the proud pride that he would never confess, even in Madara, he offended many people, Otherwise, they will not be assigned to Instarron, a miscellaneous legion.

But he thought so, but he didn't reserve anything at all. He continued to move forward, only ten meters from Bai. At the same time, Char was ready for spells behind him.

"Mr. Viscount," Bai said. "You never thought, why didn't Simon signal you?"

Brando froze, and what he had in mind suddenly sank.

"Ah, I remember that is a beautiful red-haired young mercenary lady," replied the Undead Knight. "Of course you don't have to worry, sir, I have very few people on hand and should not be enough to cause any trouble to them. But there are I have to tell you one thing-I sent them to stop their manpower, and I think it would be more than enough to delay a little time. "

Brando said nothing.

Bai But said to himself: "Presumably at this time, Simon and my classmates should have broken into the city. Of course, those are all dirty, low-level bones and frames, and lack of command, you know I don't trust Those lower-level corpses. But Mr. Viscount, anyway, if you do n’t immediately go back and remedy it now--don't talk about the life of that beautiful lady, I'm afraid the whole battle will become troublesome? "

After listening to his nonsense anyway, the young man took a deep breath and restrained himself so that he didn't punch him in the face. Now he just wanted the crow's mouth to be speechless, but the anger turned to anger, but his heart was very clear, the other party didn't need to lie--

In fact, he was always worried about the situation in the direction of Simon, because as Bai said, he had never received the magic beacon of the head of the maid named Yuta. But if the situation is as serious as the latter said, the war situation is more than just trouble, it is simply dangerous.

Not to mention the loss caused by the influx of these undead to Firth City, but also sealed the back road for each of them. The inner city walls were low and could not bear the impact of the skeleton army. And if you let the opponent take the opportunity to attack the inner city.

Brando couldn't help but sink.

He didn't expect that this guy would dare to split up at this time. He couldn't help wondering whether this guy really cared about Grudin's life and death. Don't care, but what I'm doing at this moment doesn't seem very similar. But care, this guy's plan is more like a heartbroken lunatic.

Unless he intended to take Grudin away early.

Is that necessary?

Gruddin was just one of the sons of Earl Deneer, not even the eldest--

Brando couldn't help but take a deep breath. Tiamas's blow was said to have hit him. He couldn't help raising his head and looked at the dark knight gloomily, and now he finally understood the intention of this guy to delay time. But the only good thing is that he is alert enough not to let the other party conspiracy succeed-at least now he has a choice.

"Damn, it's a scale of war—" Brando cursed. This is also the era of the first Black Rose war. But this guy has shown wisdom and foresight that is not inferior to the future. Brando even has an illusion, maybe this guy has already guessed what he is doing.

Brando tightened the hilt, if he could, he really wanted to keep this guy here. He was even more willing to kill this guy than Grudin, but unfortunately, he knew it was not realistic.

Bai smiled slightly at him: "Half an hour, let's make a deal."

Gruddin behind him also seemed relieved. The Lord Baron extruded an ugly smile from his stiff face, he grinned grinningly, looking at this moment as if Brando could not move forward and retreat, his heart was filled with a gloating pleasure.

It seems that even the fir city that is now suffering the disaster seems to be not his territory at all, and it has nothing to do with him.

But that's true. For him, the city will be built again. As for people? Those dalits are everywhere, and he doesn't care at all. He cares more about Brando's feelings than he does now, and he can't help but smile: "Young man, impulse comes with a price."

However, he suddenly remembered the cost of provoking the opponent last time, and subconsciously eased a bit: "But I admit that you are strong, and the strength is always worthy of respect. Of course, if you are willing to let this matter go to an end, I Or make a commitment on behalf of my father-- "

"Promise that the holiday between us ends here."

He seemed as if the whole person had relaxed and talked eloquently: "In fact, you also understand that nobles are generally unwilling to suffer a war that is doomed to failure. But there is one more thing, my adopted daughter is still in your hands-"

He was trying to follow this topic, but he saw Bai turned back, staring at him coldly under the metal mask. Grudin's heart was cold, and suddenly he realized something and hurried to keep silent.

At the same time he turned his back and waited for Brando's answer.

Charles and Akane also looked at their Lord Lord.

Brando replied coldly: "Again, again and again, Tiamas, do you think I am a complete fool?"

"Or are you willing to give up? I know these bones can't stop you, but what about your men?" The Undead Knight asked, "Of course, this is acceptable to me. This is what makes you different from me. Place. "

Grudin smiled gloomily, knowing that he was actually running Brando. But he liked the idea, especially the day before, when he forced Brando to compromise in the same way. Watching his opponent walk into the same trap twice, it made him feel a dark gloom in his heart.

Brando sighed.

"Tiamas, in my hometown, there is an old saying," his hand slightly loosened the hilt: "A man cannot step into the same river twice in his life."

Bai Yiyi. But he immediately saw Brando's right hand flash, and the sword had crossed a straight line and stabbed at Gruddin. The undead knight reacted between the electric light and flint. He slightly lifted the giant sickle in his hand. When it sounded, the sword took a touch of silver light and wiped it with the baron's right arm. A 噔 噔 was not far behind. Zhang oil painting.

But even though the sword hilt was still fixed, it kept shaking.

Bai glanced backwards.

Grudin had covered the wound on his right arm, pale, and looked at Brando with a resentful look. This is the second time, and he doesn't know what deep hatred this young man has with himself. Every time, he must leave a lesson for himself.

Baidu turned his head and sighed: "Why, Mr. Brando, hatred is not indivisible. However, I am more interested in what you meant by that sentence before?"

"There are many explanations for that sentence," Brando said lightly. "But my favorite is one of them-that is, one cannot make the same mistake again and again throughout his life. Because This is really a test of a person's lower IQ limit. "

"You say so," Bai looked at him, "is he going to fight me?"

"Exactly."

The palms of the undead knights were slightly tightened, and the metal gloves had gripped the giant sickle in their hands. He stared at Brando and said, "Try it, I'll wait and see if you can bypass me in a shorter period of time--"

The armor of the spirit formed by the fire of the soul expands instantly, forming a silver wall close to the solid.

But Brando looked at him, only shaking his head.

"Tiamas, what are you doing wrong?"

Baiji: "What do you mean?"

"In fact, I have bypassed you."

The young man said calmly, his eyes crossed the black knight's shoulder, and fell on the long sword stuck in the oil painting. And the long sword that was trembling from the ground, the tip of the sword was pinning a card that no one could see except him.

A card with a unicorn horsewoman--

"The Elf banner fluttered high, the heart was shining, the sword was shining--"

"Come out, Medisa."

A scream

Bai turned his head and stared blankly at a silver knight spear that had penetrated Grudin's chest, but the baron still looked unbelievable. He turned back with all his strength, but the spear just retracted slightly, and a blood arrow shot out. Baron Grudin fell like a slump of flesh to the ground, and the undead knight turned back resentfully:

"Metisha, how is it possible-haven't I seriously injured her!" He growled lowly.

Brando looked at him with a condescending, stern look: "Do you remember that I am a summoner?" Charr could not help but fight a chill on the side, thinking of which call you were calling division.

But Bai frowned: "It's impossible, and the summoner can't summon across my wall of spirituality."

Brando smiled.

"So, I'm the more special one."