The Amber Sword

Anyway, in a country like Riedenberg, Brando's sword was truly appalling enough to shock everyone on the left and right, foolish enough to make them even seem stuck in the throat after the sword that killed them —— just stand still. While the streets were still jammed for a while, everyone understood that coming to the carriage was a tough guy and tacitly kept a subtle distance from the carriage.

And the bodies of those two bad luck ghosts were so much in the house, and the Emperor was under the carriage. The young man didn't say how to handle them. Others naturally didn't dare to go any further and pretend they didn't see them. Besides, the two bodies themselves are a deterrent - the people who come up behind them look at the bodies, and look at the wagon in that crowd as if it were independent, and they immediately know where to go and where not to go.

Brando in the carriage was equally worried. He was wondering where Freya was, why didn't she come?

But the fear in his heart was not written on his face, and he turned his head and looked out. At this time, the back of the carriage followed a group of fierce demons. Those who blocked their way were pushed aside. A little resistance was a beating.

“The waves haven't even flattened yet. The waves are starting again.” Brando frowned and placed one hand vigilantly on the sword.

“Who are they?” Charles looked out and asked.

“Merchants in the city.” The wagon man was scared enough at first, and Brando pulled his sword to kill someone when he was scared to abandon the wagon and run away, and he wouldn't react a bit at this point - the more powerful the adult, the worse his chances of survival would be.

“He also seems to be a bully.” Brando looked at the performance of these people and looked at the wagon driver's face clearly and didn't think otherwise, but he didn't dare to say another word, and he knew what people were out there.

“Your companion doesn't look like a good man, little Roman.” He turned back and said.

“It's all right." Little Roman sat beside him —— a look on my face that was safe.

Between the words, the group had arrived near the carriage, and it seemed that they had initially intended to take Brando's carriage away, but as soon as they saw the two bodies outside the carriage, their faces changed. Unlike those who were before them, the businessmen and their guards had an eye for who could bully them and who better not mess with them.

They hesitated for a moment and pushed forward. These guards, however, were accustomed to bullying the market on weekdays, not to mention at a critical juncture, and soon many people were squeezed into the side of the Brando carriage - soon a middle-aged man was pushed to fall and crash, his head hit the wheel of the carriage, suddenly bleeding.

“Father!" There was a tender, alarming voice in the crowd.

The middle-aged man hummed and climbed up with his wagon, rushing straight towards the guard, who could not have been prevented from falling into the crowd by his head.

The crowd suddenly went wild.

The middle-aged man immediately turned around and ran into the crowd, pulling up the little boy with one hand. But how could the escort's accomplice allow him to flourish here? He had just found his own son and was overwhelmed by those people coming from behind.

“Let go of my father!” The little boy was in a hurry, crying and pushing away the guards who were pressing on the middle-aged. But how could he possibly have this ability to be pushed aside by the opponent's wave?

The guard who was hit by the ground finally climbed up. He cursed loudly and pulled out his sword. He grabbed the middle-aged man's hair with one hand and twisted his head together. He yelled, “Yankee, don't you want to live? I'll have you today. ”

The middle-aged man shivered and struggled without Gandhi, but he could not move while being suppressed by his partner. Everyone around them saw this scene and didn't go too far, although some rabbits inevitably died of the desolation of the fox, but nobody dared to stand up.

As the guard raised his sword in full defilement, before he could stab it, a sword wind swept open the carriage door, divided the door into two pieces and shot it straight out. This swept clear ripple is not just a sword in the guard's hand, letting it fly out into a wooden door not far away - the guard suddenly screams, holding his own bloody hand, his palm broken with his wrist.

And this sudden change surprised the other party and unconsciously pulled out the sword. Brando also pulled his sword out of the carriage, and it was a long sword coming out of the sheath.

“Who are you?” The merchant behind him asked with a sharp voice, and he saw Brando's sword as extraordinary. But when he saw a young man, and looked at the costume unlike a nobleman, his mind's vigilance naturally diminished a lot. At the end of the day, this businessman spent his entire life squatting in Lidenburg without much insight. If he were a nobleman, he would at least recognize the threat of Brando's sword.

Brando looked at him and was too lazy to talk to this scumbag.

But his sword changed his position. Those who had been oppressed before were old and young, men and women, who had long been unfamiliar with each other's actions, only that they did not have the ability or the courage to resist, and now that someone who seemed capable stood up, they subconsciously chose to stand on Brando's side.

Not only did Brando become their savior, he also became a natural leader. So the atmosphere in the scene suddenly became subtle. The businessman was supposed to be bullied by more people at first. He could see the crowd behind Brando, and for a moment he was a little confused.

A bunch of sheep isn't scary, but it wouldn't be the same if a lion led them. Brando is now the group of lions who lead the sheep.

Of course, if the businessman wanted to know that Brando was the only one who could kill him back and forth two or three times, he wouldn't have thought so. He hesitated in his heart, and the broken guard on the ground also upset him.

And it was at this time that another horse arrived. When Brando looked at each other's outfits, he recognized this as the security cavalry in Lidenburg.

There is no guard force because there is a Swordsman's Regiment stationed in Lidenburg, which is a cantonment area. Local security clearance is generally accomplished by local guards and security cavalry, although both units are not formally established and belong to the local councils of nobility. In earlier years, the presence of local guards and security cavalry was also a sign of the growth of local forces.

But most of these unprofessional local troops became local superiors, compared to them, and I'm afraid the businessman was going to be a law-abiding citizen. In Brando's memory, the most ridiculous thing is that the local guards and security cavalry in Riedenberg have even become hostile to each other, hiring players to take over the territory.

He used to remember a lot when he did this series of tasks. So now, seeing these people creates some disgust subconsciously.

“What are you doing here, fighting on the street?” The cavalry captain of the tall horse opened his mouth with a full shelf. He glanced at the businessman and loosened his face slightly: "Isn't this Mr. Markov, Bonoan's big dye dealer, how's your business? ”

Markovpi smiled and nodded: "Fine, Captain Yulir. There's a man here who kills people on the street and hurts my people. What do you think? ”

The cavalry captain frowned and was in a good mood to blackmail this guy, but the city was dying soon, so there was no need for extra thought. But when he got used to it on a weekday, he subconsciously put up a high attitude: “Who are you? ”

Brando glanced at him and whispered: “Dwayne. ”

The cavalry captain frowned and foxed Brando. But it was at this time that the crowd suddenly rioted behind it, and there was a scream or two of horror: "Monster, monster! There's a lot of monsters back there! ”

“It's the ghost. Everybody run! ”

Madara's advance troops have arrived.

The rear men moved forward at a sudden acceleration, which inevitably affected Markov's escort and Yulir's men in front of them. But how could these guards allow the rear people to squeeze in front, suddenly pick up the sheathed sword and beat it to the head, the rear people couldn't get in for a while, couldn't retreat, cried and sounded.

Yulir frowned, unlike the hillbilly businessman, who had at least seen the world. Knowing that the blockage could not be blocked in this situation, he could only find another way, but his eyes quickly fell on the heads of these people in front of him.

“You," he pointed at Brando: “You bring the carriage, and you, come and block the road! Everybody out of the way. Let's get to the front! ”

He said that the civilians behind Brando were suddenly stunned. The actions of the Ulir people, who had been dark dissatisfied by what they had done, appeared not to care about human life and stopped those who fled behind them with their swords, who, although silent, were inevitably palpitating in the hearts of the refugees.

“Why?” someone asked dissatisfied in the crowd.

“Bullshit.” Yulir has his men in position and swords out of his sheath: "As citizens of Liedenburg, it is our duty to help the security cavalry maintain order. Why, do you want to resist? ”

Everyone looked at the riders lined up, the swords, the cold lights, Sensen —— and look at the streets behind them caught in a fire of bears -- and the blue flames couldn't say anything strange, especially if the smoke was rising and some shadows of bone skeletons were hidden, for a moment I didn't know how to answer.

Everyone's eyes fell on Brando.

“Fuck, the head bird is bad for sure.” Brandoton felt uncomfortable at times. But he looked at the civilians who were being stopped by Markov's guards on the other side of the sword, and he couldn't help but sigh in despair in their eyes.

After all, half his soul comes from modern times, and his bones represent a civilized society that tends to order and peace, which is one of his greatest prides and must not be trampled upon.

His body leaned forward slightly, entering the most basic attack position of Eruin's military sword:

“I'll count to ten. If you don't roll, don't blame me for being rude. ”

Brando answered lightly.

Everybody's a thump--

Especially Yulir and Markov, who almost thought they had ear problems. The cavalry captain almost felt himself slapped in the face, he couldn't bear to be ashamed and angry, not even the basic shade cloth, shouting: “Kill him! ”

The cavalry raised its long sword and held it up.

I'll keep writing today, even more, and we'll see. Next month's guaranteed monthly ticket.)