Vol 6 Chapter 470

He didn't even use the power of the law at all, and relying solely on swordsmanship could make these people understand why he was the youngest swordsman in this kingdom.

"Swordmaster!"

The noble knights finally reacted and began to soften their legs and retreat back. They are not idiots, and naturally understand the real gap between them and a swordsman. There are only a few swordsmen in an Eluin, and aristocratic knights like them who eat and wait for death, grab a lot.

As soon as the knights fled, the non-combatant servants naturally could not stand still, and began to retreat. When they reunited, they were in a mess, and when they retreated, they were in order, as if the tide had receded, and they looked like they were experienced.

Some veterans are said to have fled from the first Black Rose war to the present, and those who can survive in the wars that have been defeated one after another to the present, dare not say how to attack, and must be master-level characters in retreat.

The tower illusionists also realized that the front line was not right, and a Thassardr wizard who came to hear the news landed in front of Brando. This silver citizen looked down at Brando's mortal swordsman with a peculiar expression of stubbornness and pride. He was also regarded as a character in the world, but he was nothing in front of the silver citizens. The Nassars of the Sassards serving in the Shakd knights also existed as swordsmen.

But the other party was still so young, which slightly surprised him.

"A mortal genius," he said, "you are a good existence among these trivial bugs, but you shouldn't be here."

The wizard raised his staff and pointed to Brando.

"Master, be careful, they are silver people!" A voice reminded. Brando looked in that direction, and the Cavaliers of the White Lion Guard noticed the situation. The appearance of Brando shared a lot of pressure for them, so they could have a spare time to remind them.

However, the Knight Commander of the White Lion Guard did not recognize Brando's identity, only that he was a royal swordsman.

Brando didn't point it out either. He reached for his hand and repeated his tricks. The wizard held the wand clenched in his hand and flew out, and landed in his hand after passing through a beautiful arc.

The wizard was so annoyed that he was called through his identity, and a silver lightning was shown backhand to stab the knight commander, but when the staff in his hand flew out, the lightning miraculously remained After flying around in the air, he came to Brando's and closed it.

Brando was holding on to the lightning, which twisted and twisted in his hand like a struggling electric snake, making a noisy current. White gold sparks splattered, but could not break free.

Brando held the lightning in his hand and gave a faint glance at the casting Sassard wizard: "This is the power you are proud of, Sassards, reckless, angry, blind and arrogant, this is your obedience What does the knowledge gained in the white tower tell you? "

"you you……"

The wizard had been so incoherent that his face was no longer astonished.

Brando looked at him like a dead man, and his heart calmed down to the extreme, and the calmer he became, the stronger his contempt for the Sasard alliance.

There has never been a silver race. Or the ethnicity of gold has such despicableness.

"Go to **** and repent, Martha will be there to prepare a place for you." Brando released his hand, and the lightning flew off his hand, flying at his original master at a speed of hundreds of times.

In the wizard's terrified eyes, lightning pierced his spell shield like a straight javelin. All the spell protection on his body shattered in an instant, and the electric light penetrated his chest. He screamed, Turned into a section of coke and fell to the ground.

"People who indulge in power will die because of power. The wisdom you get from the white tower does not tell you this. Even my outsider understands the reason why the silver people are proud." Bran How faintly said: "That's because they are excellent and dare to take responsibility. Are those noble people comparable to you?"

The rest of the illusionists stopped in fright.

"The pole ... the pole is highest ..."

The wizards in the back were like bow-struck birds, and they turned around and left. For a moment, the magic of the spells around the forest flashed. Only a moment later, a Sazard wizard was no longer visible on the battlefield.

Brando did not bother with these people, not even the 'Bujia's retreat, and how dare the remaining rebels stay in the town of Horta. Although Horta is one of the most important roads to Mintel, if you master it, you will cut off the back road of the Tonigger garrison in Mintel. But everyone knows that they must have control of this place. Row.

Besides, victory or not is just a matter for Grand Duke Golan-Elson. They just want to share a piece of cake. They can't do anything for the sake of others. As a result, no one was required to command, and in less than a quarter of an hour, these people fled.

Brando crossed the square and walked towards the white lion guard's knight commander. He was bathed in blood, with multiple wounds on his body, and a broken feather arrow in his right leg. It should be him who saw the smooth cut of the arrow shaft. Cut it yourself. He was assisted by several other knights and came to Brando, and saluted Brando. It was the most noble manner. Obviously, the Cavaliers captain finally recognized Brando's identity.

The body of the rebels in the square is far more than the White Lion Guard. Brando realized that his strict requirements for these young people and the high investment in Toniguer's Territory finally took effect at this moment. The White Lion Guard has become It's not unthinkable that the kingdom has the seeds of a powerful army in the future as long as they take root and sprout.

But this army must be in the hands of those who have the ideal to revive this kingdom.

Many people haven't realized what happened, but through word of mouth, the White Lion Guard who guarded Orta finally understood the reason for the sudden end of the battle. There were more and more people on the square. The young people of these White Lion Guards continued Suffering from multiple injuries, they all came over.

"Lord ... Lord Lord." The Captain of the Cavaliers was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he knelt down on Brando with one knee. His movement was like a signal that all the young people on the battlefield touched the ground with one knee, Knelt down on the ground.

Brando helped him up.

"I'm back, as you can see," he replied, "The artisanal wizards of Zazald have desperately attacked a mortal kingdom, and the blood of silver is no longer noble because of their meanness. You don't have to Worrying that Eruin will die because of this, from this day, from this moment, we will make them bloody. "

"Those who make mistakes will pay the price for their actions, and I assure you."

"Master Lord!" The captain of the Cavaliers asked excitedly: "Are we going to counter-attack now, have our fleet arrived, where are they?"

Brando looked at him and looked at all the people present. Those were young faces, and some were even smaller than him. They were teenagers' faces, and his face was dusty. Blood, but his eyes gleam for the future.

That kind of Greek wing is the love for this kingdom and the homeland of the Eruin.

No Eruin is born inferior to others.

The same is true of this kingdom.

Their Lord Lord used to be in Ampelsel, and he proved this more than once in the Black Sword Barrier, and they could do the same as he could.

"Where we are, behind us is Valhalla," Brando stretched out his hand, and a star moon lily flag flew to him automatically: "The counterattack has already begun, if you want to share this glory with me, pick up This flag, return to the battlefield with me "

Each knight held up his long sword.

Their sword is the answer in their hearts.

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The fort shook the mountains, and the dust was falling from the ceiling.

Reto leaned coldly against the perforation, watching the battle outside. The guys were all good, and once again repelled the enemy's attack. The **** rebels hurriedly retreated after leaving a body, and even gave up a tower previously occupied.

But the former mercenary, known as the Red Copper Dragon, did not look relaxed at all, but looked serious and solemn.

Although the fighting will of the rebels was astonishingly poor, the strength of the rebels could not be ignored. During the repeated battles in just a few hours, the reduction of the White Lion Guard and Mintai's garrison was also severe.

Such downsizing will undoubtedly worsen the strength of their already stretched forces.

In order to make up for their weaknesses, they had to shrink their positions constantly, but the depth of Fort Mintai was always limited, and Reto knew that there would always be a moment when they would retreat.

Within his vision, many city walls and fortresses have raised the flags representing the nobles of the South. Xingyue Lily Banner and the White Lion Guard's battle flag were falling from his vision.

He could not help closing his eyes a little tired.

This is already the last fortress leading to the main fortress of Mintai. The City Hall and the Patrol Battalion must not be lost, otherwise they will completely lose the initiative in this battle.

But the hope was already so slim, Nimesis told him that Valhalla would soon detect the anomaly here and mobilize the army to support it, but it would take at least half a day to get from Schafflund to here .

Can they fight for even two more hours?

…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net