The Amber Sword

After falling, the statue slipped more than 10 meters on a soft beach before stopping. This level of impact was only a scratch at best for these stone monsters, but it took Brando and his wizard away from a fall.

As soon as they landed, the surrounding aristocratic militia suddenly aroused and a bunch of bees rushed towards the beach. Although these guys are a bunch of people, after all, the cavalry clusters were amazing and Charles, shaking his head and climbing out of the dirt, saw this scene and he immediately asked, "Lord, what should we do? ”

Brando pulled his leg out of the mud and drew his sword and shouted, "Bullshit, come on, a wall! ”

This is the oldest and most classic tactic of Eruin's wizards against cavalry, and the player's tactics later grew out of it because it was particularly effective against untrained cavalry.

The Young Wizard's HeartLink pointed forward with a ruby: "Stopping, reacting, constructing the wall -" The countless lines radiate from the center of the gem in all directions, forming a wall, and then all the lines disappear, leaving a solid wall of air.

Horse-running aristocratic militants have no idea what this is. Only a handful of them, experienced in fighting witches, go around on either side, and the mercenary leader behind them, Makaroo, turns his men aloud, but no one can hear him in the rumble of horseshoes ——

The riders hit the air wall with the first row, the horses kneeling together, the people flying out and hitting the wall; then the second row hit the first row with great inertia to squeeze them together; then the third row followed closely, this time the air wall could not withstand a burst of impulse, the piles of horses and human bodies brushed forward and slipped to Brando's and Charles' feet.

It was all done in an instant, and even Brando and Charles were scared to take a step back.

Makaroo scolded in the back, and an old man like him knew at first glance that the first platoon of seven people could not survive, that the second platoon would probably hurt several more. It is estimated that the third platoon fell for a while and it was difficult to rejoin the fighting, especially as their horses were more or less injured.

How can he not be heartbroken when two or thirty people are scrapped?

The head of the mercenary couldn't help but spit, wrapped his hands around blood and drained his knife out of his mouth to catch up. There are seven or eight more cavalry men on the scene, all experienced veterans - he must catch up and lead them to suppress each other until the infantry catches up.

Especially against that wizard, every mercenary knows what it means to let a wizard go.

Makaroo brushed and danced with a horse knife twice so that his own people could understand what he meant by spreading and enveloping him in all directions. But he was a little pissed off that the mercenaries were old men of war, all of them at least black iron, but at a critical moment they shrunk their minds to preserve their strength.

“Follow me! Together!” Anger is angry, but Makaroo understands that he must inspire these people.

He just didn't know that the young man across the street had noticed that he was half a day old. When Brando saw the Mercedes-Benz Alec horse, and saw the horseman shouting at him there, he guessed that it should be the other leader —— he couldn't help but think that I hadn't fought you mercenaries, and the tactical intent was to hide here, and there was nothing to pretend to be.

Brando spits and turns around and presses Charles' shoulder, pointing to the guy in front and says, "I see the guy, I'll attack him with a magic arrow. ”

Charles shook his head in a hurry: "He's on the move, I'm not so sure. ”

“It's okay, don't worry about magic. Just a few more shots at a time. ”

“That's fine. ”

Brando looked back at the seven or eight knights not far away and pressed his hand against the Pokémon Sword, forcing himself to calm down. He looked up at the head of the mercenary and, after circling around the rider, held up the knife and rushed it up first - he understood that the other party was going to lead the others into the fight.

Thirty meters.

Twenty meters.

But Brando waited for such an opportunity, and suddenly the sword flashed in his hand and the wind swept away. And Makaroo saw that clear ripple spreading on the ground on the horse's back, passing through stone scraps - although he had never seen the swordsmanship of the palace, he also realized the danger approached and resolutely jumped high from the horses.

As soon as he got up, Brando's sword breeze swept over the four hooves of the Anlek horse. The tall horse was short and his limbs broke all together and rolled straight forward to the ground.

Makaroo sucked in a breath of cold air in the middle of the sky, and all he could think of right now was one term: sword.

But before he could finish, a white light had penetrated through the air and stabbed him in the chest. Then the second white light hit his left shoulder, the third white light hit his belly, and finally the fourth white light rubbed past him. Makaroo was connected three times in the air before his body was thrown far into the sand and lost its movement.

This change caused seven or eight riders around them to pull the reins together, and they were not stunned by Makaroo's death. It's because of that sword - Templar Knight? Mercenaries are changing and can't help wondering who that horrible young man is.

“That was a good shot.” Brando retrieved the sword.

“Hey, that's Lord Lord your credit.” Charles answered with a face.

Brando laughed, and he looked up at the front. Although the other side is now shocked, he himself is far from relaxed, with more than a hundred aristocratic militia spear forests moving behind him.

He exhaled and went through his plan again in his heart. He stared north, realizing that the only chance of breaking through was in that direction, but he didn't even know if he was going to be able to grasp it. He only had one finger forward and ordered, "Stone Ghost, Wstry! ”

Brando thought, "If you don't have an attack command, replace it with a move instruction."

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And Lord Jinguo stood on the beachhead highlands and looked at the scene from afar, how ugly his face looked. Though none of these are elites, at least he raised them with money, especially Makaroo, a tough man on his hands, who, although a little rough, is highly skilled in martial arts is an indisputable fact.

“The Highland Knight is the Highland Knight. Rumor has it that the White Knights have a strong fighting power. I still don't believe it. There seems to be no falsehood today.” Sir Burnley, the businessman, said with a grin.

“This time it seems Count Dwayne is really less fierce, I'll see if the tiger dares to take this hot yam - it's just not good for us if he gets the dead, not to mention two other women who haven't seen it. ”

“I wonder why this guy wanted to kill that Taoist, if he was really a Bucchi militia, taking hostages would be a better strategy. What a shame. I thought I could be next to a big tree.” Burnley sighs fake, but laughs in his eyes.

“In fact, it's not always a good thing to be in such a hurry, and there's more to see between the Royal Family and the White House Corps. But this young man is either an assassin or he has no plans. If he didn't kill for murder, then I think the sword is problematic -" Lord Goldberry grabbed the reins and stood on his horse's back and looked forward and answered.

“The elf sword? ”

He nodded, but saw his own militia pushing away to both sides, as if it were a tide he could not avoid. Lord Jinguo stunned and suddenly saw a stone statue in front of him splitting up the crowd towards him - his words stopped suddenly, his subconscious tightening of the horse wanted to turn around, but he overworked due to tension, causing the horse to sigh backwards.

“Lord, be careful! ”

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The Stone Ghost itself ranks above level 20, and its strength corresponds to the midstream level of the first level of strength, combined with its famous defense and ability to fly, killing into the ranks of noble militias whose universal strength is only the midstream of white is a tiger into the flock of sheep. Especially with these giant monsters. Humans have an instinctive fear —— after all, not everyone can recognize it as the masterpiece of the Buga Wizard —— and some are even shouting in alarm: Flying Dragon!

It was expected by Brando that Stone Ghosts would easily slice into the fragile formation of these infantry soldiers, but he understood that he had not much time, that these aristocratic militias were only a moment of chaos and that Stone Ghosts could no longer be a hundred enemies.

Even if the other party is well trained, it's actually a problem to take an enemy of ten.

He must widen the chaos and not allow these people time to stabilize themselves. Brando did it when he thought of it, and he shouted back, "Charles, follow me and cover me.” Once the voice dropped, he had rushed up, and the stone in front plowed a passageway out of the crowd like a ghost - private soldiers on both sides consciously wanted to gush up to block the passageway, but Brando waved forcefully forward with the Pokémon Sword, a wind pressure swept through the crowd like a sickle, and seven or eight people in front of him fell like wheat.

The people behind them were terrified, where there was still a mind to continue fighting, and there was no stopping back. At this moment, the passage opened by the stone like a ghost became bigger. If Makaroo was still expecting to repress them, these aristocratic militias would be truly defenceless at this time.

Brando and Charles grabbed the opportunity to pass through Spear Forest one after another, and Charles certainly wouldn't be polite to them if someone else wanted to follow them after they passed. He still has two bottles of magic medicine in his hand. Magic arrows are a cheap and practical spell.

Brando raised his head and saw in vain the nobility of a group of Da 'an officials standing on a hill not far from here. He glanced at Sir Burnley and immediately said, "Stone ghost, that fat man, Ary! ”

He just couldn't finish his speech and suddenly found a line of knights on the left side of the battlefield killing him. These knights are all dressed in dark blue bottomed armour, pointed caps, a set of silver breastcoats with shoulder armor, and a white beard dancing behind them - just the White Beard Corps' light infantry on horseback.

At that moment both sides on the battlefield understood that the 'tiger’ Luc Besson had arrived.

“Bax, Votaron, take that Maddalene spy!” Even in the army, Luc Besson's steady voice is clear enough for everyone.

His voice had just fallen, and two tall knights, one left and one right, came straight to Brando.

“Well done.” Brando snorted in his heart, inspired by his strike skills, flashing through between them in an instant. 2nd Squadron 7th Squadron Captain Bax and 10th Squadron Captain Votaron were only slightly flat, then turned around and found that the young man was 10 meters behind them.

Actually, it wasn't just them. Most Sergeants in the audience were stunned. Bax and Votaron are captain figures. Although their strength only wanders downstream of black iron, they can't get away so easily, can they?

Luc Besson's eyebrows are pounding, and he's still connected to the Sun Knight? He raised his right hand immediately: "Odin, Scott, stop him! ”

Again, two rides side by side, although the White Beard Corps is mostly horseback infantry riders, but the captain rank figure is excellent in riding. They arrived first and instantly killed Brando - only to make everyone fall for the glasses: even the lower soldiers of the White Beard Corps didn't have time to say hello to their captain, and Odin and Scott flew out backwards.

And it was only then that it was clear that the young man had not stopped at all. He had exchanged a sword with one of their two captains as he passed them, and then the long sword in their captains' hands broke at the same time, and the man flew back like a dragon.

“Power erupts! ”

“Power erupts -!” Most people recognize it this time.

Brando didn't even smell it, he had seen his stone ghost lift up that fat motherfucker. That was the only target of his attack and the key to his escape.

But victory is on the horizon, is it?

……

It's been less than a month, sad. For comfort)