Act 6 The Natural Lord

A miraculous scene appeared. In the eyes of those fleeing civilians, the cavalry rushing towards the young man seemed to be a piece of paper—they raised their swords to cross swords with Brando, and the steel long sword immediately bent back, It broke and turned into tens of thousands of steel needles and shot back, and then the huge force forced the rider and the horse to lift up high, and the whole person flew out backwards.

One, two, three, and finally the refugees behind Brando couldn't help counting in unison until they reached the seventh. The three people behind were already frightened and terrified, tightening the reins tightly, not daring to lean on them.

Uriel stared at Brando, as if he had seen a ghost. And Markov's guards were so frightened that they even forgot what they were doing, and they were rushed through the line of defense by the refugees behind and ran to Brando's side.

"Who are you?" The cavalry captain couldn't help feeling a little cold. He has seen those captain-level figures of the White Mane Legion Swordsman Regiment. In his eyes, the strength and swordsmanship of those people can be regarded as superb, but compared with the young man in front of him, they seem to be nothing.

Where is this sacred?

Brando withdrew his sword and took a light breath. Using seven power bursts in a row, consuming one-fifth of the total strength, Brando felt a little numbness in his arms.

"I said, my name is Du En." He pointed at the other party with his sword: "So, now you can calm down and listen to me, right?"

Uriel and Markov looked at each other, could they not listen. Although his eleven subordinates are not very powerful, they are at least good fighters drawn from the local militia. The white swordsmen are at the middle level. Including the impact of the horse, even ordinary soldiers of the White Mane Legion would not dare to resist it head-on.

And to achieve a series of seven swords, Jianjian Bengfei is alone, and his face is still flushed after the fight. In his mind, only the six squadron leaders under Luc Besson have such a level.

In the middle of Heitie, so young, Uriel couldn't help swallowing. The squadron leaders of Luc Besson are all veterans in their 30s and 40s.

"It seems to be okay." Brando nodded seeing Ulier and Markov's dumbfounded expressions: "I let you go, but now I regret it. So I take back what I said before, now you give me The road is blocked, no matter how many undead come, your task is to stop them."

"Charle."

"Yes." Charles jumped out of the carriage, saw Brando reaching out to him, and handed over his pocket watch knowingly.

Brando looked at the time, and it was a quarter of an hour before four o'clock. But Freya was still nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help but frowned and raised his head and said: "You are Riddenburg's security cavalry, and it is your duty to help the fleeing citizens buy time, and I think you will fight bravely without my reminding— —”

"My lord, I'm a businessman." Makov didn't dare to be arrogant now, and said cautiously.

Brando glanced at him and said angrily, "You have been recruited."

Markov opened his mouth.

"Of course," Brando looked at the security cavalry who got up from the ground, and replied, "I will personally supervise you here. If anyone of you wants to be a deserter, you can come back and try my sword. It is still with me. To fight those skeletons, you must choose one of the two."

He looked back at the civilians behind him—except for a small number who were still gathered around him, and were afraid to move because they were threatened by Uriel before—the people who were further away were fleeing northward as the panic spread in the crowd. , people pushed people, and many people were trampled underneath, and they couldn't get up again. Crying, shouting, cursing, and screams mixed together to form a scene that seemed to be the end of the world. In comparison, their place was like the eye of a typhoon, completely calm.

And the center of this calm is Brando himself.

"Let's go too, hurry up, and don't let down the chance that Riedenburg's security cavalry fought for you with their lives.

"Brando waved his hands at these people. He is not a savior, but if there is a favor, he will not give it away.

But what he didn't expect was that, except for a small number of people, most people remained motionless and refused to leave. In fact, these people have also seen and seen the horror of those who pushed and pushed forward. Of course they don't want to become like that if they are not in it. They are more willing to pin their hopes on Brando, hoping that this powerful young man People can lead them out.

There are many powerful people in this world, but not many are willing to protect the weak. Brando's actions have already left a deep impression on these people, especially his last sentence, which made these people feel a kind of trust.

"You don't want to go?" Brando was taken aback, probably guessing what these people were thinking. He knocked on the hilt of his sword, turned around and saw Charles' expression of admiration, and couldn't help but ask, "What else do you have to say?"

"In the age of the saints, knights had eight virtues. Mercy was one of them. There are many knights who swear by the eight virtues in the Temple of Fire every year, but how many people actually do it?"

"Being able to rely on the weak is also the charm of the strong. The key is what we do, Lord Lord." The young mage servant asked.

"Let them stay, I'll figure out a way." Brando replied, walking up to Uriel and Markov as he spoke, and asked, "Have you considered it?"

"Of course, of course." The businessman Markov nodded repeatedly.

Without saying a word, Ulier turned around and gathered his people, ready to fight against the skeleton. They also thought about it, fighting with those skeletons still has a chance of survival, but turning around and finding trouble with that young man would probably kill him in an instant. And that young man also said that he would stay, so he probably wouldn't die without help.

Uriel, as the captain of the security cavalry, at least in Riedenburg, can be regarded as a momentary hero. These details are easy to understand, and there is nothing to be ashamed of. He is not even as unnatural as Markov. Anyway, at Riedenburg, he also looked at the face of Luc Besson and the face of Lord Jin Guo. Now he just looks at the face of this young man and acts. See whose face is not face.

Brando admired his bachelor very much. He stood beside the two of them and watched the riders whose swords were broken by him replace them with spare short swords. He didn't worry about having no weapons for a while.

Except for Uriel, the faces of the people present were not natural.

The security cavalry and the merchant's guards are usually domineering, but they are no different from ordinary people in front of undead creatures who don't know fear. When they think of the terrifying existences in the legends, they can't help but feel weak in their calves. The merchant Makov took a spear and stood beside Brando, shaking his whole body with fright. It was difficult to even stand there without saying a word.

And the civilians behind them all stood there looking at Brando's back, wondering why the noble young man didn't run away - they all heard Shire call Brando, and naturally thought that he was at least a knight. But since they decided to follow Brando, if Brando didn't go, they would neither go nor dare to go.

For a while, the scene was a little quiet.

On the other side of the burning street, the first skeleton soldier appeared soon, then the second and the third. Scout, Brando recognized the formation of these skeleton soldiers in Madara's army at a glance. They grabbed their swords and walked over with a click.

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

Brando glanced at his pocket watch again, ten minutes left. If Freya hadn't arrived after ten minutes, he would ask Charles to take Roman and set off with these people, and he would go to find each other alone. But if Freya really couldn't handle such a thing alone, even though he would still regard her as a companion, to be honest, he was still a little disappointed.

He put down his pocket watch and saw that three skeletons were already approaching the merchant guards. Seven people, in fact, as long as they are divided into three groups, they can kill these low-level undead of Madara without any effort. It's a pity that these wastes collapsed first, and fell limply to the ground, not even having the courage to turn around and run away——

Three skeletons killed seven people.

And the eleven security cavalry on one side were so frightened that they didn't even have the courage to go up to help. Brando wanted to kill these wastes one by one with a sword-but he changed his mind. He realized that if he wanted to bring those The civilians fought their way out of Madara's army, and these people were still needed.

"You trash, where is the courage to bully goodness on weekdays?" Brando shook his head, and he turned back to the Captain of the Security Cavalry and said, "You, go up and show them."

"Me?" Don't look at Ulier's deep palace, but his hands and feet are actually weak.

Brando looked at him as a matter of course and didn't speak.

Uriel gritted his teeth, knowing that if he didn't go, there would be no good end. But what can he do? On weekdays, he is pampered and pampered, eats delicious food, and has long forgotten his swordsmanship. He couldn't help but look at his subordinates, but eleven security cavalry turned their faces away and pretended not to look at them. arrive.

"These sons of bitches!" The cavalry captain yelled, and raised his sword tremblingly to meet him. One-on-three, the young man had no intention of making a move, he couldn't help closing his eyes, almost thinking that this time he was doomed and doomed.

But at this moment, there was a rumbling sound from across the street—the sound of horseshoes. Uriel himself is a cavalryman, so he is too familiar with this sound, it is the sound of cavalry groups charging. There was a rumbling sound, as if it was a rolling thunder coming from the depths of the earth, and the ground gradually trembled - not only him, but even the three skeletons felt abnormal and turned their heads.

A lot of life fluctuations.

The three horses jumped out of the raging flames first, and with a flash of sword light, the three skeleton soldiers fell apart and fell to the ground. Then the rider on the horse pulled the rein, making the horse move forward a few steps and then stop on the spot——

Brando raised his head, and what he saw was a heroic girl knight with a long ponytail behind her head, dressed in azure half-length armor, holding a sword in one hand, and holding the rein in the other, against the sky.

And behind her, more and more knights came out of the flames and gathered behind her. Brando saw those people, most of them were dressed as mercenaries, and their strength seemed to be above the lower reaches of the black iron, and there were even many middle-level ones. He couldn't help but secretly startled——

Where did this mercenary come from? More than a dozen are all above the strength of black iron? This is the elite squadron level of the squadron captain guard in the White Mane Legion. Could it be that this is the private soldier that Freya's father left for her? Brando knew Freya's true life experience, so he couldn't help but have doubts.

"Brando, where's Roman?" Freya couldn't help being startled when she saw the person standing in front of her.

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