Vol 3 Chapter 305

Scene 305: Wrath

The other star has risen in the night. The howling rage, the layers of dark clouds, can not cover its glow, it is the main star of Martha, a symbol of order and wisdom.

It was early morning, and there was a glimmer of light beneath the dark sea. Brando looked up silently, staring at Haitian's skyline, silently calculating time-three hours from the next day's sunrise.

Three in the morning.

Under the surface of Ampersel, there were invisible figures, and the erected fins separated the surface of the water like a blade, marking a white wave on the sea where the waves rolled.

Sani quietly came to Brando's side. The male Naga watched the Naga army across the bay during the storm, and couldn't help raising his blue-gray fins to stand up against the storm.

"This is my warrior." It turned back and glanced at Brando with a prismatic pupil.

Brando was silent, only a flame in his heart was burning. Finally, it's this day—for more than half a year of painstaking management, and after much hard work, history finally returns to the origin at this moment. It is unknown what the future is, but he has left everything behind.

If it wins, it will eventually drag this step into the ruined future away from the original historical track. Her Royal Highness Princess, Valkyrie, and even Roman, any person and faith attached to this big ship can continue to exist.

If defeated, Brando's lips clenched, and looking forward, there was darkness in his eyes. The lightning in the darkness tore the realm of the sky and the sea, as if the flames of the past were burning on Eruin.

The flames were also burning in his eyes.

Brando glanced back at Sani. The male Naga couldn't help leaning back, his heart was slightly suffocated. Such determination and will, it has only been seen in the eyes of Her Majesty, and those who have such a determined will will finally set off waves on the sea.

The half-elf girl also recovered her eyes from the dark sky. The dark clouds seemed to be unable to cover her eyes. Behind that, the other stars were rising slowly, and Martha showed the dawn of dawn to the world.

And the sky is about to light up--

She looked back, and Makarlo, Levys, Count Baal, Overwell, and all the ministers were all around. At this moment, it seemed as if the royal party had not been divided and everything had not changed.

There was a trace of embarrassment in her heart, as if history had not changed, the wheels rolled forward, and she could eventually unify the entire Eruin with the help of these people, but moving forward, it was still dark.

"Her Royal Highness, get in the car."

Griffith looked back at her mentor for the last time, and Li Woods was a little ashamed. She turned back in disappointment, and it would be nice if they could really hold their opinions.

The carriage stopped in the rain, dark and black like a coffin. Her Royal Highness opened the door, raised her head, and stepped onto the carriage like a true member of the royal family of Erouin.

'Cunning Fox' Macaroo turned his horse. Although he was a noble, he was also a horse. At this moment on the horse's back, it looked like a javelin; everyone's eyes gathered on him, and he pulled out his sword. The previous finger:

"set off!"

There was a sound of horseshoes, and the royal knights began to gather beside the convoy, everyone in cloaks, walking silently in the rain. The black team meandered through the mountains and forests.

Freya listened sideways to the uniform horseshoe sound. She seemed a bit tired after sleepless, the girl turned back, and the knight of the lake, who had been silent, just trailed her.

"Mr. Knight."

"Today, I may use it to kill ... the other party is also an Eruin, or even a comrade in yesterday ... I may be ashamed of the Lionheart Sword, sorry."

"The sword will never be ashamed of killing people," answered coldly, his first sentence in a few days.

Freya turned back in surprise.

"The sword is covered with swords, the sage hadith." The knight of the lake replied aloud.

Silent after that.

In front of everyone was the stormy port of Ampelsel.

...

"His Royal Highness has set off!"

After seeing the note in his hand, Caglis turned back to look at his Lord Lord immediately. Although the voice was deliberately calm, it was difficult to suppress the same bright flame in his eyes, "Master Lord."

"I see." Brando nodded.

Everyone's eyes fell on him.

It was just before dawn, and under the dark sea in the distance seemed to be gestating a magnificent change. A white line had broken out of the cocoon; Brando took a breath: "White Lion Legion."

"in!"

The young people promised violently. After experiencing the black forest, the wind and rain are now insignificant. Rather, it was the strength of the former enemies, but it aroused their unyielding hearts. Young people have no way to compromise, and no one cares whether this battle is right or wrong.

What matters is only World War I.

This day will be written into the long page of history-

"The Wang Dang set off."

Almost as soon as Brando got the news, the same news was sent to the temple. The monks who watched the letter left, and the gloomy Archbishop Meros turned back, and Marquis Youxi and Baron Buckland, who were hiding in the shadows, bowed their heads respectfully.

"History is rewritten here," Moros replied quietly.

"Order the White Lions to enter the city—"

As if at the same moment, countless news was delivered to every corner of Ampel through various channels. This port, which has been silent for too long in the storm, looks like a waking beast at this moment and begins to stretch its minions.

At five in the morning, the gates of the Hong Kong Guards Cavalry Camp opened, and the patrols came out of the nest. At 5:20, the city was under martial law. Half an hour later, the Ampersel Port Authority officially announced that the port had entered the storm season.

Closure.

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"Assembly, preparation!"

A set of armor was unloaded from the ship, opened the tarpaulin bag, and disassembled, and then dozens of young sergeants of the White Lion Legion began to wear armor-they tried this armor once or twice, but most of the time Can only wear training armor.

But just trying it once or twice is enough to make everyone understand the power of this armor.

This set of armor is a real white lion battle armor. It is restored with reference to the opinions of Brando and Otales, and it is only as good as the original. These young people from Tonigel may not understand what this means, but just a set of magic armors is enough to make everyone take a breath.

Even Gruddin was reluctant to equip his guardian knights with a set of magic armor. For the price of a few sets of magic armor, you can almost buy a fertile land.

The new version of the White Lion Battle Armor looks a bit like the pinnacle of the armor of another century in the Middle Ages-Maximilian Armor. However, there are no leg armors, and the blades of the armor skirts are also distributed in sheets. The helmet still uses the traditional full-face helmet of the Wind Elf-the biggest feature is the white lion head shoulder armor on the right shoulder. This design is modern in Eruin The White Lion Armor has long been cancelled, but in Brando's hands, he is back on the land of Vond.

The design inspiration for this set of armor is naturally from Brando, and only the unique soul in his body can create aesthetics that are beyond this world or even the era, which is an aesthetic from another world.

But I have to say that art is common. The new version of the White Lion Warframe has an inspiring beauty, and when it appears in clusters, it is full of breathtaking tension; such straightforward expressiveness is very rare in this era of Eruin.

Craftsmen are also artists.

Brando's design even made the master craftsman and Otales so brilliant that in the end they could only attribute this seemingly versatile ability to the word 'freak'.

Soon, the White Lion Legion was ready. All the young sergeants assembled and stood neatly in front of Brando, waiting to be reviewed.

Not only was Brando holding his breath at this moment, but even Shire couldn't help but hold it. The priest Meria and Antitina from Toniguer looked at each other:

"Oh my God, isn't this the legendary White Lion Legion?"

"It's exactly the same as the record." Shire shook his head in surprise, he was also present when designing the armor, but he didn't expect to have such an effect after putting it on.

"Although I haven't seen the White Lion Corps, there are so powerful troops in the world, I really want to be born in the age of the predecessor Eke." Tiger Bird couldn't help but nodded in admiration.

The White Lion Legion was reborn.

Only Brando and Otales really knew that the one in front of them was the real White Lion Legion. The Eluiin, who had disappeared from the past in history, is now back, as if with the will of the predecessor, to return to save this fallen kingdom.

With the sword in hand, is it the time for the vow to ring again?

"Lord Lord, please review." Caglilis shouted brightly.

Brando smiled slightly. In this world, the white lion battle armor is the light infantry of serious infantry. To be precise, it is an infantry armor in the form of cavalry armor. Due to different reasons for the load, the protection of cavalry armor is often much higher than that of infantry armor.

But only the White Lion Battlegear broke this boundary.

Its biggest feature is that it inherits the magical characteristics of the rear half body armor. The core of the whole armor is to reduce weight. But not only that, although the wind is gentle, it also has a violent side. The power of the wind on the white lion armor is complementary, and the protection and attack are correspondingly integrated. This is one of the most perfect standard armors in history. Otherwise, the white lion infantry of the year would not have a cavalry on the ground Say.

‘Knight of the Knights unifies the south’, swordsman knights, this one.

It's almost time.

Brando turned his head.

A carriage came late through the thin rain curtain, and the family crest of the broken sword on the carriage wall also seemed to come through history. The carriage stopped not far away, the door opened, and the carriage was out of Yanbao. Miss Earl's somewhat quiet face.

"Mr. Brando, the sword guardian family promised, its descendants, never forgot the vow before that sword. And now, I hope to invite you to join me for the last time, can you please me? "

The quiet voice penetrates the sound of wind and rain.

"I'm happy," Brando answered with a grin. He turned back, "Kaglis, I'll leave it to you here. The White Lions, as planned, cooperate with Operation Sani, don't let me down--"

Caglis nodded seriously.

Brando looked back again, "Teacher, trouble you."

Grey Sword Master nodded and took the reins of a steed pulled by a young man from behind the house. His grey eyes glanced at Brando, then turned over.

Behind him, Shire, Akane, and Medfis also turned on their horses.

"Andreig."

"what's up?"

"I know you won't be riding on the rain. Come with me." Brando waved and turned to the carriage. The vampire princess snorted softly.

But at this time, a small call came from behind everyone:

"Brando!"

Brando turned back and saw the merchant lady in the crowd.

"Don't forget the agreement!" The merchant lady shouted vigorously, "but I will support you, you know!"

Brando suddenly felt that he was back in the night of the summer Butch, the starry night was still so dazzling. A galaxy in the sky, like a bond, tightly linked the fate of him, Roman, and Freya.

"All right," Brando smiled at her, "we will be a big businessman."

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