"Herald! All the soldiers threw away all their dry rations, ran five kilometers, cut through the Imperial army's main formation, and then went to Daxia to drink their mare's milk wine! Brenus lifted the tent and shouted. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Come and don't be rude, the Wrangler is served with good food and drink in Saarion, then I, Brennus, come from thousands of miles away, why should he Bahad treat me badly!" Kaye, fetch my riding gun and mace! ”

"Yes!"

Two kilometers from the Brennus Army.

"Brenus is pulling." The Shadow Scouts sent the latest message, "They have thrown away all their rations and are on a hurried march in the direction of Tulbuk. ”

"Understood. Tell the order to go on, move on, and block the way out. Augustana waved the Shadow Scout away, a hint of hesitation in her eyes that turned into a lingering melancholy. Forgive me, Lord Keros......"

Augustana actually had a chance to keep Brenus in Turda Fortress forever, and with a single order to charge, the Shadow Wing would press all over the line and entangle the Sarionians to the death. When a mountain-like army goes mad at all costs, it will be like a landslide, and the fortress of Turda will be transformed into a small but still tragic meat grinder.

But Augustana couldn't give this self-destructive order, she had already held the plane, but let it go. What if you kill the lion that fiery nature? Facing the lion knights, who are known as unparalleled in the field, this Shadow League will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and it will be doubtful whether it can even retain its establishment - there are only three Shadow Wings under Kairos's banner! But the cheap ones were picked up by the nobles who looked to the new empire. This is probably the thing they are most happy to see, except for a tricky famous general, and suppressing the military power of Kairos, without their hard work, it is simply a delicious cake out of thin air!

Augustana didn't want to make the cake herself, so she watched Brenus and the Lion Knights resolutely rush to the Imperial Army, and her heart was filled with mixed pleasure. On the one hand, she naturally hoped that Brenus would be defeated and captured or killed, but Marius was also happy to see his own camp plowed by the iron hooves of the lion knights.

"Pendragon? You want to tell me that this surname is actually a royal surname of Pande? Schneider frowned, he actually knew a Pander direct royal family: Pande Quegfen, the first president of the Sarrion Chamber of Commerce.

"No, the order of the names of the Pande royal family is the same as that of the Cubax Empire, and they are all surnames before and after. After the promulgation of the "Inner Morocco Code", in order to highlight the dignity of the royal family, the children of non-royal direct nobles were all named before and after the surname, and the word 'Pande' was avoided. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the surname 'Pendragon' is actually a big disapproval of Pande. Kia pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his sweaty head, and a terrible thought took shape like a storm in his mind.

"Normally?" Schneider nimbly captured Kea's wording, "So there are exceptions?" ”

"Yes, have you heard of Samson of the Guards of Kavala I?"

"Not impressed."

"The year before Pande, in the battle of Alfendor, the ratio of the attacking and defending forces was forty to one, Samson guarded the city gate alone, and the battle lasted for seven days and nights, Samson did not sleep and beheaded 1,800 men in a row, and the weapon was taken from the corpse. There was a mountain of bones in front of the city gates. The rebels were so frightened that they could not advance an inch. When Kavala arrived with a large army, the center of Alfendor, which had been held for many days, blossomed, annihilating 60,000 rebels, and establishing the Pande Empire's dominance over the central Great Plains in one fell swoop. After making Sarion the capital of Kavala, he was named the protector of the country. Kia looked around at the crowd and said slowly the fragment that had been plucked from the ancient bloody rain,

"Give the surname, Pendragon. In the future, all generations of warriors who protected the country took this as their surname. ”

Everyone was solemn and unconsciously straightened their bodies. Kia is a rather good narrator, and in his mouth, the old things are shaken away from the dust, and they have come to this small torture chamber across three hundred and fifty years. The blood of the Battle of Alfendor flickered in the darkness.

"But herein lies the doubt. Even if Trevor Pendragon was the last protector of the Pander Empire, but the Pander Empire split in 198, even if we assume that Trevor is no more than forty years old, he should have been-"

"Age is never a problem, Viscount." Dante interrupted Kia coldly, "As long as you pay the price, it won't be difficult to live as long as you want. Whether it is dignity or freedom, for some people, it is something that can be easily discarded for the sake of life. Obviously, if Samael hadn't fooled us with a random name, then this Trevor Pendragon would have undoubtedly been a lackey of heresy. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly sniffled, "There is a smell of blood outside." ”

"It should be the jailer who is abusing the prisoner, maybe he was killed by mistake." Schneider did not care, and Sarion was rampant in lynching, and he often beat up prisoners, and Ulrik V always ignored this, which indirectly contributed to the arrogance of the law enforcers. Scarred corpses can be seen every day in the lower town.

"No, it's too heavy." Eshua suddenly spoke, "At least ten people outside the torture room died in an instant, and ......."

"Someone is approaching." Dante, Teresa, and Esher make judgments almost simultaneously.

The smell of blood, which was extremely strong and fresh, gradually seeped into the torture chamber, enveloping everyone in a sweet air. "Bang", "Bang", it seems that the sound of footsteps on thick blood slowly approached here, and then stopped outside the door.

At that moment, everyone heard a deep, like a whale drinking water, from outside the door, and the people were greedily pouring air into their lungs. Estheus was familiar with the voice, for he could tell that it was an ancient and succumbing technique, dating back to the heyday of the Pander Empire, and that the old drunkard had taught him by example.

Pandeguwu Hainafa, who took a deep breath to gather strength, then unleashed a furious blow that allowed an adult man with no military training to punch his armor. However, this technique is very weak, and the wrist bones of normal people cannot withstand the reaction force of the explosion at all, and it is a skill that is difficult to popularize. However, the promotion of martial artists above the first-class level is still obvious.

After swallowing the river and the sea, it is a breath of flood discharge, accompanied by -

An unworthy blow!

An expression called "Horror" appeared on Dante's face, and he jumped back with agility, pressed Schneider down with his outstretched arms, and roared: "Everyone, take three steps back!" ”

"Drink!" A long and thick howl drowned out Dante's voice, followed by a terrible howl of the wall tiles being torn apart by a hard object. A crack of extreme strength walked through the wall, dripping like disembowelment. The iron door of the torture chamber split in two like a tofu block under a sharp knife after hitting this crack!

At this time, everyone finally caught a glimpse of the terrifying murder weapon: it turned out to be a double-edged giant sword, the diamond shape of the tip of the sword flashed ominous black light, and the huge sword body was hidden in the wall, as if the black dragon was walking through the clouds, smashing through the wall bricks blocking the road with teeth and claws. What kind of brute force can drive such a violent weapon?

Walls collapsed, rubble flew, and a burly man stepped out of the rising smoke. He was clad in pitch-black robes, holding the double greatsword in one hand, and his eyes under the hood were majestic and wide. He looked around the torture chamber before his gaze fell on Dante and Schneider behind him. Teresa's hand had touched the black key, but Dante stopped her with his eyes.

"So you're still alive, Trevor Bronson." Dante whispered that the syllables he pronounced were very awkward, mixed with a large number of small tongue sounds, and only Essius understood what he meant.

The man stared at him in silence for a long time, and then his chuckle came from under the burqa, and it was the same little tongue: "Damn, you're not dead, Dante Arikili?" ”

"Get out of the way, you didn't bring the Pure Flame Armament, you can't be my opponent." Trevor raised his greatsword and pointed it at Dante, "My target is only Schneider. ”

The Elfwan siblings looked at the two of them in confusion, they couldn't understand the awkward pronunciation, but they could hear the tone of remembrance, like time flies, the vicissitudes of life, and the ghost sits on the tombstone of the old century and sighs faintly.

Dante was unmoved: "After so many years, you still like to talk about these things." ”

Trevor was silent for a few seconds, then sighed faintly, "That's a pity, one less person in my generation died." ”

"Yes, but you shouldn't have lived." Dante said slowly, his eyes were as cold as ice, but there was an irrepressible fury rising in the depths. In the continental language, he recited the eighteenth verse of the first chapter of the canon of the goddess of order with great reverence, "The followers of the goddess are fighting on the earth to reforge this disordered world with the blood of their own and their enemies." ”

"Do it."