The Amber Sword

A miraculous scene appeared, in the eyes of those fleeing civilians, rushing towards the young man's cavalry as if it were paper paste - they raised their sword to cross Brando's sword, the steel sword immediately bent backwards, fractured, turned into tens of millions of steel needles and reflexed back, then huge force prompted the rider to lift his horse high, and the whole man flew out.

One, two, three, and finally the refugees behind Brando couldn't help but count to the seventh. The last three men had been frightened and frightened, strangled to death, and dared not lean on them.

Juliet stared at Brando like a ghost. And Markov's escorts were so frightened that they forgot what was at hand that they were swept off the defensive line by the refugees behind them and came to Brando's side.

“Who are you?” The cavalry captain couldn't help but get a little cold. He has seen the rank of captains of the White Beard Legion Swordsmen, whose strength and swordsmanship can be regarded as exasperating in his eyes, but compared to the young man in front of him, it doesn't seem to be much.

Who exactly is this sacred?

Brando retracted his sword and took a slight breath. Seven power outbursts in a row consumed a fifth of the total force, and Brando felt a little numb in his arms.

“I said, my name is Dwayne.” He pointed at each other with his sword: “So now, can you just calm down and listen to me? ”

Yulil and Markov face each other, can they not listen? His eleven men did not say how powerful they were, but at least they were good players drawn out of the local militia. The white swordsman's midstream level, combined with the horse's impact, means that the average soldier of the White Beard Corps did not dare to resist positively.

Another seven swords in a row, the sword broke down a man, and after the fight, he didn't have a heartbeat. In his heart, only the six squadron captains under Luc Besson had this level.

In the middle of the black iron, so young, Juliet couldn't help but swallow a sip of spit. The captains of the Lyckbeson squadrons are all 30-40 years old veterans.

“Looks good.” Brando nodded when he saw Yulir and Markov staring at each other: “I just let you go, but now I regret it. So I retract what I said before, and now you block the road, and no matter how many dead spirits come, your task is to stop them. ”

“Charles. ”

“Yes.” Charles jumped off the wagon and saw Brando reach out to him flat and his collar would hand over his pocket watch.

Brando took a look at the time, and it was a minute before 4: 00. But Freya was still missing, and he couldn't help but frown and look up and say, "You are the security cavalry of Lidenburg. It is only a matter of time before you help the fleeing citizens to buy time. You don't have to remind me to go ahead.”

“My lord, I am a businessman.” Markov was afraid to be arrogant at this moment and said cautiously.

Brando glanced at him and said in disgust: "You have been recruited. ”

Markov opened his mouth.

“Of course," Brando said, looking at the security cavalry climbing up from the ground, "I will personally monitor you here. If any of you want to desert, you can come back and try my sword. Against me or against those bone skeletons, you have to choose between them. ”

He looked back at the civilians behind him - with the exception of a small group of people who had gathered around him, who had been threatened with immobility by Yulir - and those who were farther away were fleeing north as the panic spread, pushing people, and many were trampled underneath and could no longer climb. Crying, shouting, shouting and screaming are mixed together to form a scene as if it were the end of the dead. Instead, they are here like the eyes of a typhoon, calm.

And at the center of this calm is Brando himself.

“You too, hurry up and do not miss the opportunity that the security cavalry in Lidenburg has earned for you with your lives.” Brando waved at these people, he was not the Messiah, but there were people who did not give away water for nothing.

What he did not expect, however, was that most people, with the exception of a small group, were unwilling to leave without moving. In fact, these people also saw the tragedy of those pushing the crowd forward, and they certainly didn't want to be like that in it, and they preferred to put their hopes in Brando, hoping that this amazing young man would lead them out.

There are many powerful people in the world, but few are willing to protect the weak. What Brando has done has impressed these people, especially in his last sentence, and has given rise to a sense of trust.

“Don't you want to go?” Brando stunned, about guessing what these people were thinking. When he knocked on the knocking handle, he turned around and saw Charles with a look of worship. He couldn't help but ask: "What have you got to say? ”

“In the age of saints, knights have eight virtues. Compassion is one of them. How many knights are sworn in every year at the Temple of Fire with eight virtues, and how many can truly do it? ”

“The ability to make the weak depend on it is also the charm of the strong. The key is what we're going to do, Lord.” The young magician asked.

“Let them stay, I'll figure it out.” Brando replied, walking to Yulir and Markov as he said, "Have you thought about it? ”

“Of course, of course.” Merchant Markov nodded.

Without a word, Yulir turned his head and assembled his men, ready to fight against the bone skeleton. They also figured out that there was a chance of survival with those bone skeletons, and turning back to that young man's troubles is expected to kill them in a moment. And the young man also said that he would stay, and I don't think he's going to die.

As captain of the security cavalry, Juliel is at least a temporal figure in Lidenburg, and these details make sense when you think about them, and there's nothing to pull your face off. He is not even as unnatural as Markov. On the other hand, Lidenburg is also looking at the face of Luc Besson and Lord Jinguo. Now just look at the face of this young man and act, look who is not.

Brando admired him for his bare hands, and he stood beside the two of them, watching those riders who had been crumbled by his sword replaced with spare swords, but for a moment he was unarmed.

Except for Yulir, the people in the room looked unnatural.

The security cavalry and businessman's escort sail on weekdays, but also in front of fearless dead creatures, can't help but soften their stomachs when they think of those legendary horrible beings across the street. The businessman Markov stood next to Brando with a spear, scared as if he were shaking bran. Don't say a word, it just seemed difficult to stand there.

And the civilians behind them were standing there looking behind Brando, wondering why this noble young man didn't run —— they all heard what Charles called Brando, and naturally thought he was at least a knight. But since they decided to follow Brando, Brando wouldn't go, and neither would they.

The scene was a little quiet for a while.

The first skeleton soldier soon appeared across the burning streets, followed by the second and third. At a glance, Brando recognized the formation of these skeleton soldiers in Madara's army, who grabbed their swords and clicked on them.

It's not fast, but it's not slow.

Brando took another look at the pocket watch in ten minutes. If Freya hadn't arrived in ten minutes, he would have asked Charles to take Roman with them and go to each other alone. But if Freya can't do this alone, though he still sees the other person as a companion, he's still a little disappointed, to be honest.

He dropped his pocket watch and saw three skeletons approaching the merchant escorts. Seven people, in fact, they can take out Madara's junior spirits without having to blow their brains out by splitting them into three groups. Unfortunately, these wastes collapsed one step at a time, and they didn't even have the courage to turn around and flee.

Three skulls killed seven people.

And the eleven security cavalry on one side didn't even have the courage to help, and Brando wanted to stab all this crap to death - but he changed his mind and realized that if he was going to take those civilians out of Madala's army and kill a bloody road, he would still need them.

“You scumbags, the courage to bully goodness went there on a weekday.” Brando shook his head, and he turned around and said to the captain of the security cavalry: "You, go up and show them. ”

“Me?” Don't look at the deep depths of the city of Ulir. It's actually just as soft.

Brando looked at him naturally and didn't speak.

Yulil bit his teeth and knew he wasn't going to make it. But what can he do? He can't help but look at his men. Eleven security cavalry turned their faces aside and pretended not to see them.

“Sons of bitches!” The cavalry captain shouted and shook his sword up to greet him. One to three, the young man had no intention of doing anything. He couldn't help but close his eyes. Almost thought he was going to die this time and was on the run.

But at this time, across the street, there was a rumbling sound —— horseshoes. Yulir himself is a cavalry, too familiar with this voice, that is the sound of a cavalry cluster attack. The rumble sounded like a thunderbolt coming from the depths of the earth, and the ground shuddered - not just him, but even those three skeletons felt unusual turning back.

A lot of life fluctuations.

When the three horses first jumped out of the flames of the bear, and the sword flashed, the three skeleton soldiers had fallen apart on the ground. Then the horseman pulls the rope and pulls the horse forward a few steps later and hits it in place and stops ——

Brando raised his head and saw a young lady with a long ponytail and an English chivalrous knight behind her head, wearing a blue armor, a sword and a rope.

Behind her, more and more knights came out of the flames and assembled behind her. Brando sees those people, mostly dressed as mercenaries, with strength that looks above the black iron downstream and even a lot of midstream. He had to be surprised in the dark...

Where are these mercenaries from? More than a dozen is more than black iron? This is the level of elite squadron of the Squadron Captain's Guard of the White House Legion. Brando knew exactly what Freya really was and naturally couldn't help but wonder.

“Brando, where's Roman?” Freya couldn't bear to see those who stood in front of her.

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