The Amber Sword

Charles' spell has finally been completed.

A light wall of innumerable lines unfolded in front of Brando, and a giant sickle sliced down the wall with a spark in the hands of the arriving Black Knight. His golden pupils shrunk slightly and retracted immediately, in fact, when he saw the wall, he understood that the trip had failed. He could no longer kill that young man in a short time - let alone the strength of a wall of laws built by a seven-ring mentor, even less so by Brando himself. Thought we could win with pride, but it didn't seem like the other side knew what he was going to do from the beginning - that young man gave up his support for the entire battlefield in the first place and withdrew all the dragon cavalry just to restrain his actions.

With so many guards around, you chose to give up the big picture before you did. Such a person is either too afraid to die or has terrible judgment. But either way, at least he won.

White raised his head, the flames burned in his golden eyes and not far away Brando's pale brown eyes looked at him calmly; he even created the feeling that he was an old opponent who had fought him for many years.

Of course White wouldn't understand, Brando was the same old opponent who fought him for years. The two men fought each other dozens of times between the mountains of Grace, the kingdom of the Order of Churches, knowing each other the truth, not to mention that White had obtained the blood of the evil dragon at that time, far less mature and powerful than he is now. But Brando's knowledge of him and his own experience hasn't changed at all.

It just gets weirder and weirder when it all falls into the eyes of the Black Knight.

As he retreated, Brando immediately ordered, "Stop him-! ”

The Black Knight of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the balance of war and the judger white. Tiamas. Joo-yue, this spiritual leader of Madara, though his personal strength has been wandering downstream among the Four Horsemen, is one of the most gifted of the four. Brando knew that it was this man who presided over the whole strategy of plunging Prague in the Second Black Rose War, and it was not his style to let the other side return to Madara to become the heart and soul of the future Eruin. Besides, for him to be able to leave this guy here, it would mean breaking Tagus' arm, and losing the White Maddalene Army would not put him under so much pressure in the South.

Not to mention facing the thunderous anger of Count Denel.

But when I listened to Brando, I couldn't help but laugh. Want to keep him? It's not that easy. Though he had no choice but to take Brando for a moment, it was also based on the fact that the collapsed aristocratic militia would have been maintained, and if he had not been involved, he would have given a good look to this young human being, who he believed to be killed by deer would not have known. But even though Brando's words provoked him, White chose to retreat with all his might, knowing when to do it was an indispensable quality as an intelligent general.

He broke Charles' stationary junction as if the ghost had flashed from between the two holy angels at a turn, eventually slipping away from Shea, who had chased him from the battlefield; the whole process was but between breaths, even a red-haired girl with an axe gun could turn around and see that the Black Knight's back was already dozens of meters away.

“Bastard -” she bit her teeth and looked hard in that direction.

Brando shook his head.

In fact, he was disappointed to say, "Boom," and he didn't think he would fail —— he was going to use words to excite the guy to stay, but he didn't expect to start the first Black Rose War, and he seemed as calm as he was later. He thought this guy had always been proud, and at this time he was less qualified than he was later mature, maybe more impulsive.

“It's a trick, this freak ——” Brando couldn't bear to slander his belly: “Will you guys be NPC on TorrentialRain's design team, can you think about it from a player's point of view and make it easier —— asshole! ”

But he immediately thought of another question, and he turned to Charles and said, "Charles, go find Kroncia. He may need your help, and I'm worried that the white guy will take Groudin--”

“Kronsia? ”

“A mercenary leader, now one of ours. ”

“What shall I do, my lord? ”

“Are you a magician or am I a magician?" "I'm sure you'll be fine," replied Brando. “Freya, that dumb girl can be a goddess. ”

“Huh?”

“Nothing,” Brando replied in a serious way, "I was just helping her plan her life. ”

“Understood,” Charles bowed: “It's an honor to be here. ”

“Go on.” Brando nodded. But when the red-haired girl walked over with a limp, Charles couldn't help but sigh at each other: “You look just like Miss Freya, so you like this type -” She was given a big white eye just before she finished talking. Sy bites his teeth and looks at this guy, walks past him and walks over to Brando.

Brando asks, "Cee? ”

Xi slightly stunned: “Hmm? ”

Brando, look at her.

“I'm fine.” The red-haired girl wiped the blood off her face and answered casually: “It's just my lord, Metisa she...”

“I know.” Brando nodded. But it's okay, now that the light element still has a balance, rescuing Metisa is not a difficult thing.

Sy glanced at this young lord.

She seemed to know the relationship between Princess Fairy and the young man, although strange, but nodded and stopped asking questions. All you have to do is make sure that Metissa is okay, and while Brando hasn't answered, she's already got the answer she wants from the young man's face. Because she knew that Brando was by no means the kind of person who didn't care about his men's deployment.

* * * * * *

The situation on the battlefield is changing, and in fact the mercenaries have crossed the last line of defense before the noble private forces were in the inner city.

Immediately after his departure, an order was issued to the noble army to withdraw into the inner city, but he had no idea - precisely because of his own order - that the situation on the battlefield had become more difficult to clean up for a while.

The Black Knights have become accustomed to commanding the Great Army of the Dead, although they also know the habits of mankind, and can talk about their grasp of humanity, after all, not catching up with the true human generals. Groudin's private army had no place after the floods of mercenaries, like sporadic bone skeletons, had lost the support of the dead. The military was already shaken, let alone the confidence of the noble militias under retreat, collapsing along five streets, like being driven away by ducks for thousands of miles. Again, Brando expects to rush these men into the inner city, specifically ordering Tiger Sparrow to tell Kroncia not to rush to the death, otherwise it is estimated that these wandering aristocratic militiamen will be crying for their dads at this very moment ——

And we, Mr. Tiamas, can only stare at that.

In fact, when the Black Knight rolled over his horse and saw such an army break apart, he couldn't bear to cry out: "Idiot! ”

But the curse is pointless, and White understands it. He raised his head to see the light dots in the night sky that seemed like cruises, occasionally shooting one or two beams of light into the ground, taking away the presence of the only remaining aristocratic militias, or dislodged death squads. This dead general has a slightly more intriguing look in his eyes - that young man has given him a bigger surprise than he thought: a summoner?

However, the summoner does not have such a strange summoning technique, but it is not excluded that it is ancient magic. In the days before the Dragon of Darkness, the system of magic was very different from the present. It's like the ancient string magic used by the Dragons, and modern string magic are two concepts altogether. His golden eyes squeezed slightly, wanting Lord Tagus to be the main force here, and ghosts and high-ranking corpse witches could well restrain these aerial units. However, he also knew that it was only a delusion that Lord Installon had a more important task in the South and that the main force would be used to confront the remnants of the Southern Legion of Eruin, which could not have appeared here.

He understands that Tagus's private handing over of the Bone Spine Legion to him was the limit, but what shook his head was that the young man lost nearly 10% of the strength of the army as soon as he made his move. But it's okay, it's just a skeleton thrower.

But to win, it's not that simple.

There are dozens of guards in the inner city, most of whom are knights tampered with by Groudin, who can support them for some time, except now that only taking the Baron away is the safest option. It was hard to say whether he could support the arrival of the army, but he was reluctant to take risks, and the Black Knight thought of that and turned his eyes to the West silently.

“Young humans, our rivalry continues. ”

The Nightmare Horse of the Black Knight crosses the Crush and enters the inner city at the fastest possible speed -

He dragged a long cloak like a black lightning bolt past the suspension bridge, ordering the knights in the porch to raise the suspension bridge and close the gate. He decidedly abandoned the onerous intentions behind the regroupment, not to mention whether the young man would give him the time, and not to let them hit the inner city, lest they give each other a chance.

And what does it have to do with whether the humans out there are dead or alive?

But when the late General of Madara came to the city with a new suit, he found that Brando and his mercenaries had come under the inner city, faster than he even thought. Those crusaders were running along both sides of Cold Cedar Castle under their impact, with no effect in stopping them. He turned around and saw Groudin standing beside him in a silk robe, pale.

“Lord Tiamas?” The baron couldn't help but ask.

“There's no stopping them here," the Black Knight glanced down and replied coldly, “If you want to save your life, you have to come with me. ”

Baron stunned.

“What about my people?” He asked softly.

“Do you still care about them?” Golden eyes under the metal mask swept him cold and cold.

Groudin 'a nitrogen.

He was about to say something, and suddenly he heard a shout. Both turned around at the same time and saw a young man in a robe with three golden patterns tattooed on his sleeve, walking out of the mercenary, holding a short cane and pointing forward, six golden lights immediately stretching from the street to the inner city wall.

Groudin '. But Bai has growled: “It's the archmage, stop him! ”

But it was too late, and Charles had opened his hands to the ground and said, “Matter conversion, law: equivalent exchange. ”

“IazU?” The gem on the cane's head lit up. (Ancient language: Exchange?

“Magic power. ”

Six gold lines lit slightly, extending down countless gold lines, after which the gigantic bridge of three rocks was shaped empty-handed.

A silence--

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I can't move, it's two more, let me rest today, I'm getting tired, I have to cut it off as soon as possible.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)