。 Magical warriors swarmed Brant, joking and roaring in savage language he didn't understand—gods forbid, thankfully he didn't understand at all. They played like toys, wielding their heavy, jagged swords, shouting, gasping, slashing—and in a matter of seconds, the swords were bloody, but unfortunately not Brandt's—and a cold light flashed, and the arm of one of the magical warriors flew out of their bodies, and the loser let out a terrible scream.

Brandt had taken full control of the battle.

I won't do anything to filial sons, but I won't show mercy to you adults. The prince thought triumphantly. Besides, I never felt so fast and strong!

Brandt didn't wait for the magic warriors to approach again, and the wind dodged to the left, not daring to imagine that people could move so fast. He blocked one sword with his longsword and spun around to dodge the second. The second lost his center of gravity and staggered towards the previous man. Brandt made up for him with a kick in the back, and the two magic warriors fell into a ball. The third warrior leapt past them and slashed at the prince's head with his sword, sending Brandt down and stabbing upward. The warrior fell to the ground screaming, and what had been his left eye was now left with only a bloody hole. The person who fell was about to get up, but unfortunately he was kicked in the front door and ripped off the helmet of the other person. The man stabbed at him, and Brandt caught his attack with his helmet and smashed the knee with his sword. The last magic warrior scolded, slashed at him with his sword in both hands. Brant spiked to the right, unhuman-like speed, and the man who had lost his helmet and was struggling to get to his feet suffered, a butcher-like slash that struck him right at the junction of the shoulders and necks. The sword slashed through chain mail, leather, and blood, and the man fell to his knees, screaming. Before his killer could draw his sword, Brandt had already stabbed him in the throat. The magical warrior let out a suffocating cry and staggered back, his hands clutching his neck, his face as dead as ashes.

However, Brant soon learned that no matter how hurt they were, how helpless they fell, there was always a way for them to get up after another heartbeat, and little Coren would tremble and inject more magical power into them.

and he ccontrolled them.

Brant took time out of the busy fight to glance at Vanessa. This short look at each other has formed a tacit understanding, and the princess nodded in understanding, and immediately approached Xiao Kelun* in the spell.

Let's hope she'll show mercy to the boy. Brandt only had to pray, and at this point he had to concentrate on dealing with the undead warrior in front of him.

No wonder Donald said that these magical warriors can fight ten with one, and they will want to bite off a piece of the enemy even if they are dismantled! What am I going to do? Trample them into mud? The magical power that every cell in his body wielded told him that it might not be that complicated.

Magic! Brant looked at his hand excitedly, my magic was growing exponentially, why did I only think of using force?

Thinking of this, the prince raised his left hand, which was the closest arm to the heart and brain, "Transfer all your magic to me!" As soon as his words came out, the powerful magical air flow formed a golden vortex between his fingers, and the green ** power on the bodies of those magic warriors couldn't help but rise into the air, absorbed by Brant's powerful magic power, they trembled all over, screamed, fell to their knees, too weak to stand up, and their eyes gradually returned to their original color.

"No!"

Little Colen, Little Rick, and Vanessa shouted at the same time.

As soon as Brantfu came into contact with the green magical power, he felt that his whole body was sore, as if he was electrified, and he only felt that his whole person had become empty and full, and he was like two wolves fighting for fat in their mouths, torn in half. Both its own magic and its foreign magic roared like stars colliding, and Vanessa's cry was like a gnat in front of it.

(l~1`x*>+``+