Act 137 Forest Alliance (Part 2)

"That's—that's the dragon power potion...... How could there be so many" The black-haired boy who was standing far behind couldn't help but be so shocked that he almost bit off his tongue when he saw the scene of the young people under Brando's men pouring dragon power potions.

"Rono, what's wrong?" The daughter of the Flower Leaf Collar seemed to have just reacted from her previous fright, and she asked unconsciously in a whisper, as if a little louder voice would have lured the fierce Eruin hillbilly over.

"He—Does he use the dragon power potion as boiled water......" Rono said with some hatred, "It would be nice if it was used on a knight with a higher talent." ”

When he said this, he was really a little worried about the ancients.

"What's all the fuss about the dragon power potion." Ehrman glanced at his companion with some coldness, he had pushed the other party when he thought Brando was going to kill them, although it could be said that it was an instinctive reaction, but the viscount knew very well that the feud was settled.

He wanted to make a quick decision instead of explaining, although the other party is a genius, but genius only represents the potential of the future, and in this black forest, he has the opportunity to make the other party have no future.

When Rono heard him, he also glanced back at his 'companion'. Unlike Ehrman's coldness, the black-haired teenager scribbled his face with contempt for the other party's expression, and Ehrman's previous behavior made him both angry and disdainful:

"You know what, it's a real and pure dragon power potion, and the thing you have taken and those young people are just junk goods."

"If I'm not mistaken, that purity may be a real dragon's blood product."

The black-haired boy made no secret of his contempt, allowing Elman to take a secret breath, but he didn't show any expression on his face, just glanced coldly at Brando over there.

"Okay, it's almost time to go back, it's too late to go." The viscount said again, he was not very easy to say that this time it was a mistake to come out - but this was the little princess of the flower and leaf collar, and even if something went wrong, he had to take the blame on himself.

Unlike Rono, he has seen a lot of geniuses, but the heir of the Duke of Mandhill has only one.

He took the risk to come here just to please the little princess.

But before Brando's sword almost ruined his perfect image, at that time he thought that he was going to die, since he was going to die, then what alchemy genius, what flower and leaf daughter lady is meaningless.

At the juncture of life and death, it is still your own life that is the most realistic.

But he didn't expect that the damned Eruin was just a warning to them. Ehrman took a deep breath with a cold face, fortunately the young lady was stunned and didn't notice anything at all, and although Rono had a feud with him, he was not the kind of person who liked to chew his tongue.

However, the fall of his own handle to someone else still made Viscount Ehrman uneasy, and he glanced at Rono with a look at a corpse.

"Look over there," Faina suddenly shouted.

Everyone felt a slight light under the night sky.

A pair of large, cyan transparent wings that stretched almost across the battlefield spread.

But they weren't wings made of light, but microscopic magic arrays, and the Wind Spirit Spider appeared in mid-air, hanging a holy sword with a golden glitter.

The wings of light turned golden in an instant.

Everyone gasped, and although it was not the first time that some of them had seen this scene, the countless glittering, upside-down golden swords in the sky at night had more of an air of fantasy than the grandeur displayed in the daytime.

Count Outin raised his head, almost petrified, and the Eruin nobles behind him were even more stunned - what was this?

Spells?

Their gaze fell from the huge curtain of light in the sky and fell on Brando, this was the young man's spell? But shouldn't that young nobleman be a swordsman in the Golden Realm?

This is not a magic swordsman's skill.

Or is it a double cultivation of spells?

Brando didn't care about the other people's gazes, or rather, he was used to it, he just pursed his lips and pointed forward with the sword of the earth in his hand.

"Bow your head"

"Lord Bow has begun to attack," the leaders of each group understood and immediately shouted.

The knights on one side were slightly stunned, and they subconsciously turned their heads, only to see a dazzling light in the sky light - the white light pierced everyone's eyes.

Then a pillar of light ran through the heavens and the earth.

The pillar of light stabbed straight down, as if a sharp sword pierced through the body of a black wolf, a single black wolf had the strength of the black iron peak, but under the blow of the holy sword technique, the body defense of the black iron peak was only as fragile as a piece of paper.

The pillar of light first burned through the black wolf's fur and then turned its internal organs into flying ashes, and the black wolf still maintained the support of the forward pounce, but with a thud it turned into a pile of defeat in mid-air and exploded, turning into ashes and falling one after another.

Then more pillars of light swept down, some of them almost grazing the heads of the knights, and the terrifying power scared everyone's heads down.

But the luck of the black wolf locked by the pillar of light is not so good, almost every time the pillar of light flashes, it will take the lives of two or three black wolves.

Brando commanded dozens of beams of light from the dragoon system to sweep in front of the position two or three times, as if a golden palm had plowed through the tide-like black wolf two or three times, reducing the number of these monsters by more than half in an instant, and the first wave of the black wolf's attack suddenly collapsed.

Each of the black wolves that Brando killed by himself gained 7 or 8 experience points, and this round of attacks allowed him to gain close to 300 experience points.

As soon as the black wolf's attack weakened, the young men and knights suddenly felt the pressure relaxed, and they immediately heard Brando shouting from behind: "Attack forward"

Outin was taken aback, he meant to fight and retreat, so that he could join up with the main force of the Eruin Legations, or at least retreat to the druids' lines behind.

"Your Lord," he shouted.

"Brando, Baron Fir." Brando replied.

"Monsieur Baron," shouted Outing, "we must step back, the front is too unsafe." ”

Brando laughed, and he pointed his sword forward, "Eruin will never retreat. ”

Outing was stunned, he thought that this young man was crazy. Although they all have a large number of silver strength under their command, in the face of the endless tide of wolves, this manpower is just a pebble in the sea.

"Lord Baron," said Roberen, who had come running up from behind, and although he had looked down on Brando at first, he had at least taught them a lesson to the Toquinine beasts that had no one in their sights, which made him feel a little good about Brando.

But Brando's decision was so appalling that there were now twenty or thirty people on their side, and if Brando insisted on moving forward, they would have to follow Brando.

It was not a pleasant feeling for Roberon to look at the black wolves that were pouring out of the forest like a tidal wave and the encirclement they were about to form, and feel the earth tremble under his feet.

The fat guy shouted against the feeling of trouble, "Lord Baron, calm down, we will all be torn to shreds."

But Brando shook his head.

"Count Robron, you are wrong, we will not." He pointed to the right: "Look, our reinforcements are coming." ”

Roberon was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked in that direction. I saw that a small group of black wolves who had bypassed their positions from far away in that direction and wanted to outflank this camp from one side seemed to have been attacked head-on at this moment and were fleeing in a hurry.

A flash of light in the forest.

The silver spear reflected the light of the torches, and the ground shook, and a half-white centaur had been struck out of the forest. Dressed in silver armor and carrying spears, they chased and shot the black wolves with bows that no man had ever seen before.

Every arrow.

A black wolf rolled and fell to the ground and died.

Many white centaurs also rode a druid in a grass and wood cloak, those druids raised their bent wooden staffs, huge vines galloped forward along their sides, and those green 'tentacles' rolled up from the dirt, rolling the corpses of those black wolves high, and then threw them into the fleeing black wolf pack, many of which were smashed and rolled to the ground.

They wolfed up and were then chased by the centaurs and shot as a result.

The centaurs numbered at least hundreds, and when they charged against the edge of the forest, they were like a heavy cavalry entering the field, cutting into the flanks of the black wolf with a heavy roar, changing the shape of the battlefield in an instant.

The centaurs continued forward, cutting between the positions of the Black Wolf and Brando, blocking the front of Brando's group, and one of the centaurs, who looked older, broke out.

The centaur was dressed in armor unlike anyone else, with a pair of crooked horns on its shoulder armor and a delicate breastplate that hugged the skin and outlined lumpy muscles with metal. With a spear in hand, it came up to Brando and shouted:

"Human, I'm Elder Waldruid's Tiyì We already know that we will cover you to break through the first wave of the wolf plague"

The Eruin nobles were taken aback, and they immediately looked back at Brando, not understanding what kind of agreement the nobles of their own country had made with these druids.

"You agreed?" Brando asked, "What about the tree elves?" ”

"Here I am, young man."

The light on the back of the centaur Wald distorted, revealing a tall elf with green hair, a foliage headdress and cloak, and a bare chest.

He carried a longbow on his back, almost much larger than that used by centaurs, and one wondered how the elf could open it.

But as soon as the elf appeared, Antitina behind Brando was taken aback: "It's you." ”

This elf was the one she and Akane had seen that afternoon.

The other party smiled slightly and nodded: "If it were another human, maybe I would refuse the mention of the druid elders, but I have a good impression of you, young man, maybe I can try to believe your words." ”

Brando was also stunned, wondering how this guy seemed to know himself. However, he looked at Antitina's reaction and guessed something, so he nodded:

"I don't have time to say hello, so I'll talk about the plan first."

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