Act 19 Silver Blade, White Knight

Act 19 Silver Blade, White Knight

Magus found that he suddenly lost the ability to control the battle situation. He had nearly ten thousand undead under his command, but they were of no use at all. Ever since he discovered that the refugee team had disappeared, everything seemed to be developing beyond his control. At first, Gulob and Diren each lost a squadron, which may have allowed the other party to get behind the entire army.

With the keenness of Magus the Dead Maggot, he immediately smelled an unusual smell. The half-zombie immediately determined that the refugees were heading towards his wings, intending to break through the blockade of the undead army from there. So he immediately asked Wesa and Alberton to spread out to the two wings, trying to block the opponent's way as early as possible.

Unexpectedly, less than half an hour after the order was issued, the blood witches Lei Dios and Gulob lost their left wings one after another. The refugee team was not, it should be said that it was the mysterious army. Now Brando has risen to the level of Madala's regular army in Magus' heart.

In fact, the real Madala regular army may not have this ability. Judging from the decision-making and combat effectiveness of Brando's army, it must be at least the strength of the Eruin Forbidden Army. Even Magus almost couldn't help but think that he had encountered Eruin's imperial army or the Free Cavalry Regiment. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a big fish among these refugees.

But no matter what, the opponent's tactical intentions are already very obvious.

This intention is so strong that it wants to break out, they want to break out! The positions where the left wings of Lei Dios and Gulob disappeared one after another formed such a striking straight line on the map. It was more like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of the undead army.

The half-zombie lord stared at the straight line and couldn't help but feel chills in his heart.

Magus stood tall and threw the bones in his hand. Its eyes flickered as it stared at the dark forest, where its army was getting ready to go. But was its judgment necessarily correct? Magus did not dare to confirm this time.

Who are they?

Who is their commander?

When did such a commander appear in Eruin?

The night wind is like cold hands caressing the gorges. The rocks and valleys reflect a cold light, and the trees rustle, as if responding to the rustling sound of the sea waves on the top of the mountain.

The cavalry flowed through the valley like a torrent

The earth roared.

Brando appeared in front of everyone with his long sword raised high. The light from the elf sword continuously formed an undulating surface of light in the darkness.

It was like a silver flag, and to others, the direction of this flag was the victory that that young man had brought them.

The riders have admired him wholeheartedly. If one day they want to believe in a myth, it must be that the king can really be invincible.

Some of them were even veterans from the end of the November War, some had gone through the Battle of the Flower Moon, and some had experienced the defeat on the Karasu Plateau, but Eruin let them down time and time again. It seems as if this country has sunk into depression, the will of the past has been buried under history, and under the dust, the glory of the past no longer belongs to them.

So they fight for money and become mercenaries. Their destiny is to chase bounties and treasures. They have abandoned the honor and faith of warriors.

But there is no soldier who does not desire victory.

Even if he is a veteran who has experienced countless wars, this is the same.

Today Brando asked them to pick up the flags that had been trampled thousands of times from the ground. He told them that you can still achieve a glorious victory. Even if you are like a knight, just fighting for the right of others to survive, just fighting for your own right to survive, as long as you follow him, victory is so easy.

So exciting.

They moved forward and Sasar's squadron collapsed! They moved forward and Gulob's squadron collapsed! They moved forward, and Lei Dios's left wing disappeared completely! They moved forward again, and Gulob's army disappeared into thin air.

What is Madara's army? The undead who know no fear are also so vulnerable. Those terrifying armies even made Eruin's regular army tremble in front of them, but they also turned around and collapsed in front of them.

For a moment, the knights even believed that their names were invincible.

Brando points his sword forward

The cavalry immediately shouted long live the mountain, forming a black torrent rolling forward. It seems that no one is tired, not even the horses. Even the self-defense groups behind are fully mobilized. They have only one thought left, to move forward and keep moving forward.

Accelerate, keep accelerating.

No one has the energy to think about other things. All their energy seems to be used to generate adrenaline. They dilate their pupils and breathe exhaustedly, as if they are using their last life to pounce on the possible enemy and drag it with them. hell.

What Madara, go to hell!

Even if they are short of men and horses, these warriors will at least achieve the final victory. They raised their heads, as if they could see the young man's sword pointing forward, leading to an open door.

Behind that door lies a path to wonder.

Brando finally saw another undead army in front of him. He firmly believed that he had re-entered the second and third layers of defense. So had this entered the area controlled by Alberton or Wesa?

Or Magus the Dead Maggot?

He saw a white skeleton turning on the river beach. There were so many of them, much more than he had ever encountered before. Brando narrowed his eyes slightly and saw at least two teams of black warriors beside the opposing commander.

Column commander!

Brando knew that he had caught a big fish this time, but whether he could eat it or not was still a problem. But Brando knew that he had to eat and he had to eat. At this time, he could not retreat and had no way to retreat. There was only one thought left.

When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.

He raised his sword, and the tip of the elven sword was almost blindingly bright. The sound of wind surrounded his ears, and he could hear nothing but the sound of wind. He could only roar almost lifelessly:

"Cavalry, attack with me!"

"attack!"

There were only forty-nine people, but the response was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami; when the rumble of horse hooves reverberated throughout the valley, it was as if the heaven and earth had joined forces and everyone had become one.

The white knight Alberton changed his expression in an instant.

Like Magus, it has been guessing who the human commander is, and which sequence of Eruin the mysterious army belongs to. But it didn't expect that it would meet the other party in such a situation.

When it turned back, a pair of pupils burning with blazing frost-colored flames looked at the charging cavalry from under the white embroidered helmet, and it almost thought that it had returned to the era when the classical chivalry was shining.

The white knight almost lost his mind for a moment. It remembered that many years ago, on the Golden Flower Plateau, the pride of mankind, the cavalry of the Eagle Cruz Empire were also so proud. Those proud knights did not bother to use tactics at all. They just need to charge, charge again, and keep charging to win.

Because such a proud and honorable army can no longer be found in the world. It seems that every one of them will die in the process of continuous charge even if they die.

Their lives are for that moment of burning brilliance.

In the face of an army that regards death as the highest honor, all combat effectiveness is pale. All resistance seemed so weak and meaningless. Alberton actually found that his mind was a little loose. He almost thought he had returned to a hundred years ago.

Its lack of concentration caused it to miss the best opportunity to react. When Alberton suddenly realized that he should turn the bones of his men, it was too late.

Brando held the elf sword, and like the tip of such a team of surprise soldiers, he rushed straight into a silver line, guiding all the king's knights forward.

Yes, in his eyes those skeletons were turning slowly, but they were too late, too slow, too slow!

"Corpse Witch!" Alberton pulled out his sword with a clang, almost screaming from his heart.

Ten corpse witches raised their bone staffs at the same time.

A dark storm suddenly appeared in front of the undead army. When the storm formed, the earth was completely shattered, sharp rocks flew upwards and turned into powder in an instant, and the branches on both sides turned into black smoke in an instant, screaming into the sky.

White Knight Alberton couldn't help but hold his breath. He was almost not sure whether what he saw before was an illusion, but how could Eruin see such a cavalry now? But then, the pale knight remembered that he had not breathed for a long time...

It sighed.

But in the next moment, the blazing frost-colored flames in its eyes solidified in an instant. It couldn't help but open its mouth slightly and watched as the young man raised his right hand and rushed out of the dark storm.

He raised his hand, and a transparent blue magic circle on his hand shone slightly.

Although the dark storm composed of negative spirits blew his hair back one by one, he raised his hands high and the storm immediately turned around.

As he moves forward, so does the storm

Just like at that moment, Brando was the king of the storm. When he struggled to shout word by word: "Energy is lost"

The storm suddenly turned.

The skeleton soldiers in the front row fell down in rows, and the skeletons in the back row tried to raise their spears, and then were bumped into by their companions, and they also fell down in rows.

But Brando is also at the end of his strength.

But the next moment, they saw the young man's horse fall down

Not only these undead creatures, but everyone on the entire battlefield saw Brando falling from his horse. At that moment, it seemed as if the entire valley fell silent, and the human refugees couldn't help but stare wide-eyed behind them and stop what they were doing.

Freya was tightening the reins and urging the self-defense group to speed up, but she happened to see this scene when she turned around and couldn't help but cover her mouth, unable to make any sound.

The business lady's expression finally changed, and she couldn't help but hold up her skirt and run forward.

Leto, Mano, Bottom, Volunta, and Uriel couldn't help but let go of the reins. Only then did they realize that even that young man would fall?

But Brando had already adjusted his posture the moment he fell off the horse. He was just waiting for an opportunity.

Charge, start.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, his whole body turned half a circle in mid-air and shot out like an arrow from a string. He moved forward, sword forward, a silver line.

Everyone saw that striking silver line

Symbolizes miracles.

After the silver line passed, the twelve skeleton soldiers were divided into two halves. Brando landed surrounded by countless undead, with the sword in his hand raised high.

He saw the tall undead knight covered in white.

He also saw the blazing flames of frost in the other party's eyes.

It turns out to be you, White Knight Alberton, the former hero of Eruin. Brando looked at the other party, the elf sword tilted slightly, and the glowing blade was pressed against by a blast of wind.

"Your journey ends here, young man!" Alberton looked at him and took Brando's sword with one sword.

With silver strength, Brando used his strength to retreat immediately.

This is a bit difficult to handle.

He couldn't help but think