The Amber Sword

Leto and Mano eventually chose to believe Brando's words, and a man could be so convincing that even if he lied, he had to have at least a little confidence and skill in his heart. The point is that Brando gave them a good reason that the reward - mercenary and reward are an inseparable term, and the reward is like a way back - could make everything unreasonable and reasonable.

It doesn't take much time for more than a dozen skilled mercenaries to come together, they communicate with gestures, they fly one horse at a time out of the crowd, and then they come together, and in a flash, it's all there.

These mercenaries are not simple, they are not ordinary people. Brando thought.

He nevertheless gathered together those who were security cavalry, and he needed to divide his hands into two pieces, although these guys were a little rough, exercise wasn't unavailable.

Brando ran around these people on his horse, and then he stopped on one side, holding the watch, estimating the time.

Many of the refugees in the distant realm, slowly moving forward, are looking at this cavalry of more than twenty men and guessing what they want to do. Many of them joined later, not knowing Brando, but impressed the knight who was riding horses to maintain order along the line.

They kept asking who the girl was, so Freya's identity also rose from the very beginning of the militia captain to the rank of chief of the security cavalry among the citizens, who later became a member of the White Swordsmen or Captain Butch's guard. All in all, at least their leader. All they have to do is follow that shadow, and she'll take them out.

The elongated seconds moved one last time, Brando fixed the time at this moment...

He lifted the Pokémon Sword and pointed forward. Let the cavalry move forward slowly as he leaves the cavalry, and at his direction, the riders gather to rush toward the highlands along a bland route.

“What's he doing? ”

“Wouldn't we look like fools if we went so straight up and the skeleton cavalry didn't show up in that direction?” Mano couldn't help but ask.

“If those monsters appeared in another direction and fought back, the refugees would be dispersed before we could make it back. That kid doesn't know how to fight a war, and you believe him.” Another man said.

“Don't you believe it too? ”

“I'm only doing it for money.” The man immediately rebutted.

Brando has issued an order to speed up the cavalry. The horses rolled, and there was a rumbling sound on the beach. In two seconds, Brando predicted the time, and they got to the highlands one step ahead of the other, and the riders were shocked just after the slow slope.

They saw a group of about forty skeleton cavalry retreating quickly on the other side, indicating that Brando had chosen exactly the right direction, beating each other by surprise and seizing the highlands one step at a time.

Everyone can't help but look at young people with a surprising eye —— how does he judge?

As soon as the riders appeared on the highlands, the skeleton cavalry below began to turn. But Brando just looked across the street, waved his sword twice, and set his horse forward to point out a tangent to everyone ——

He wants them to fight.

But this is no time to fight. It's too impatient! What if those dead spirits turn to different predictions? Besides, how fast they start up, nobody knows, so let go, didn't you send out the first hand that was so easy to get!

They should look again, touch each other, as long as they are firmly in the highlands, the first hand will always be the first.

Not only the mercenaries, but even the cavalry of the security forces looked to Brando, and this young man, who had magically taken the lead from the beginning, had created a little confidence in their hearts, so he was unwilling to send this advantage out at this moment.

But Brando, as if he didn't see it, always pointed the sword in that direction, which only means one thing - knights, go ahead!

Then he pulled a rope and turned the horse's head, walking half a turn around his cavalry - one horse rushed out first.

“With guts, follow me--”

“If you can't keep up with them, at least drive them below the heights. ”

Brando shouted, and his first pawn's behavior seemed to inject a power into these people's hearts, a power called confidence. In the strongest days of Eruin, knights and nobles are like flags on the battlefield, where the will of this kingdom lies ——

Impressive.

For many years, however, the country has not seen that kind of weather. It's as if it can only remember its brightest years in the twilight, yet these memories also have to be broken and passed away a little bit.

But at this moment, there is a figure on the highlands outside Little Riedenberg, like a lightning bolt in the dark, sticking straight down, like a prelude to an era.

Charles stared into the shadow of his lord, his eyes sparkling and couldn't help blowing a whistle with his fingers in his mouth. Let the warhorse under his crotch move and fly down.

Two people riding, flying together.

Mano pulled out the machete like a chicken's blood and looked at the leaping figure in front of him. The whole thing was so meticulous that he couldn't pick out a single problem: “You said he couldn't ride? ”

“He didn't start to. ”

“Then he must have fooled you, haha. ”

“Fucking bullshit!” An angry voice.

The riders raised their weapons in their hands, shouted out loudly, and then rolled straight down like a flood, and at that moment, the most cowardly security cavalry felt hot and bloody - in the rolling stream, the strength of the individual integrated into a huge group, as if to create the illusion of being able to do everything and persevere.

As soon as the horses move, they believe that they will prevail.

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The girl unknowingly put up the white porcelain teacup again, but the tea was getting cold, and she held it with her hands and could actually hear God. When Ovewell talked about the knights starting to fight, her pale silver-grey eyes were glowing with a divine glow.

Half a dozen, she just asked, "Is he starting to fight? ”

And then, as if they were immersed in their thoughts, they asked themselves, "How wonderful, as if they were back in our most glorious years, the knights of Eruin carrying trumpets and flying swallowtail flags, and their servants flying square flags. When the trumpet sounds, the knights never move forward, a sea of flags on the battlefield, embroidered with a golden Korkova crest, the Goran-Elson crest, the Anlek crest, the kingdom's orientation, its orientation--”

Ovewell coughed, knowing that the princess had ambitions beyond the reach of ordinary royal members, he had to sigh, if only she were a boy. This princess is more like a generation of princesses than Obergu VII's newborn firstborn and weak youngest son.

Unfortunately, it's a trick.

The teenage girl was also aware of her breakdown, but she naturally let it go. And he said, "And then what, did they win? ”

"'Of course, listen to the old man,' said Feverwell. ”

The princess nodded.

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In the eyes of the mercenaries, the young man's sword seemed to always point forward, a path leading to a miracle. They started to storm, accelerate, roll down —— the skeleton cavalry was turning so hard, they started, but their route seemed to be exactly what Brando had expected.

More than thirty cavalry soldiers, like a heavy hammer, fell into the fragile formations of the skeletons, Brando waved his hand, a half-moon wind sword swept the skeleton soldiers on the backs of the four horses - the compressed air hit them on the fragile ribs, the ribs recessed, broken, then the spine, and then the whole body flew upwards - and fell.

Clicking and squeaking, the side of the skeleton cavalry suddenly appeared a huge mouth.

Brando roared once more, stopping his skeleton soldier from being bombed out with his sword and knocking down another skeleton cavalry with his horse. Then the skilled mercenaries on both his wings held up, ripped the mouth apart, and crossed right through the center of the cavalry...

The corpse wizard, who was in charge of the command, could only read the second verse of the spell, and was led by Brando's sword, which fell off the skeleton horse's back and instantly turned into a pile of burning white flames.

Brando walked right through with the riders and only one of the security cavalry had a mouth hanging on his arm. He turned his horse with everyone, and at that moment he seemed to be united with himself as the head of the offensive team in the game —— he raised his sword and each of the chopped skeleton cavalry had countless golden lights —— and they rose halfway up and headed straight for Brando.

With 531 points of experience, Skeleton soldiers are the lowest class in Madara, but Skeleton Cavalry has more experience than regular junior corpse witches. Because not only are they more powerful, but they are also more agile, and ordinary warhorses have a hard time catching up with these pure bone skeletons.

And after losing the corpse witch, the mentally incapacitated bone skeleton began to rely on instincts, which were to destroy the creatures, assemble and prepare to strike.

But Brando easily commanded the mercenaries to bypass them and reoccupy the highlands, both of which were touched again. As a result, another security cavalry hit a sword in the thigh, and Brando earned another 131 points of experience, after which the Skeleton Cavalry Squad was wiped out.

Brando ordered his cavalry to stop and rest in place, then he took Charles with him to clean the battlefield. When one sees a scattered skeleton and a skeleton horse that falls to the ground after losing its owner, almost no one can believe their eyes.

They just won, and only two were injured.

But they don't know that Brando understands the tactics of Madara's skull cavalry much better than the corpse witches who command those skull cavalry fights. The young man rode on horseback, a man staring at the east of the fog, holding his lips: Madara was like one of his enemies, in the game he had not won, but now he is different.

Skeleton Cavalry had nothing of value, Brando just checked it out a little, and then asked Yulir to collect all their swords, and Madara's black sword was one of the better ones in the whiteboard sword - not every race of craftsmen had the same opportunity to hammer steel with the fire of their souls, after all.

Then he pointed to Leto and Mano at a distance and said, "Listen to the sound. ”

At this time, Mano and Letto looked at Brando completely differently, and in previous battles he not only proved his command ability, but also deeply shook everyone in the presence of the exotic swordsmanship and terrible power.

None of the skeletons that dared to cross his sword broke the bones of half of his body, and even Madara's soul steel bent and broke under that Pokémon sword.

Especially with the confidence that this young man has —— as long as he has fought with him, it is likely that he will fall in love with that bloodthirsty feeling.

Mano and Reto snorted and listened carefully immediately. But they immediately heard a noise.

“Skull army, no, Skull sea. ”

Unexpectedly, Brando spoke first, and judged it fairly accurately. He looked back at the so-called bar owner, and it didn't look as simple as it seemed. He had long suspected that the mercenaries were of such strength that they were not merely people who generally worked for the war.

Mano's face has changed, and I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of skeletons on that side of the fog. He couldn't help but look back at Brando. How did this young man know? If he didn't know, he would have chosen the right time to attack the undead scouts.

It's perfectly right.

If that group of dead spirits is not excluded from the cavalry, I'm afraid they're going to be completely passive by now. Unless those refugees were abandoned to flee, it would appear that neither Brando nor Freya would agree.

“Do you want to go up there and hold it?” Renault's face sank, "he asked.

“No need, they can't catch us without cavalry.” Brando waved: “You just need to know about this, don't say it. Madara's tactical intentions are clear to me, and now that you're with me, I have the confidence to take you out--”

“But one thing is, fighting is inevitable, and every one of us could die here. The battle will be fierce. Not this time, you better prepare yourselves. ”

“Psychological preparedness,” Mano hey, smile: “We're mercenaries, kid, we're much better than you at this. Let me tell you something. This Leto's been through a bloody battle in the Pinocchio Valley. ”

November War veteran? Brando glanced at Renault, laughed, took the sword and sheathed, no answer.

Instead, he looked up at the moon to the east, and the moon was fading and dawn was approaching - and at least until the dawn rose, they would not encounter a ghost that night.

He was relieved.

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