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Hundreds of soldiers stood silently in the pouring rain, which stirred up a layer of mist on the swarthy tower shield, and the spears that emitted a metallic cold light stretched forward one after another, silently forming a forest of steel above the evergreen square. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

Sir Maroser, the captain of the swordsmen of the 7th Swordsman Brigade of the Harbor Guard of Ampesel, was finally relieved until this moment; He tried not to think about the pale faces and crooked formations under the steel helmet, but in any case, the defense was finally deployed within the expected time.

He turned around and gave a knightly salute to the young man behind him: "General, it's done." ”

Owen had been staring at the overcast sky of the harbor - the Blackblade Legion and the Templar air force stationed in Ampessel had not taken advantage, their opponents were simply too strong, and the Southern Legion had always had the most powerful Wyverceon regiment in all of Eruin, but it was such a force that was easily abandoned by the kingdom in another history.

He couldn't see that future, but now it was two armies of the same kingdom that were fighting in the skies above Ampesel. Perhaps they should have gone for those more worthy victories, to face Cruz, Madara, to face more glorious opponents

He withdrew his gaze and shook his head after glancing at the line of defense that had taken more than half an hour to build. Such a line of defense is like a layer of tissue paper in front of the White Lion Legion, which will be broken when the wind and rain blow.

However, this is the richest region of the kingdom after all, and the soldiers here do not have to face the Cruz people in the north, nor do they have to fight the undead of Mardara, and their opponents are neither barbarians nor mountain people, so it is good to have such a look.

This is the second-rate army of the kingdom, and Owen is also aware of this fact, and nodded expressionlessly: "Yes." ”

Sir Maroser wiped his sweat and was glad he had passed. In fact, in his opinion, he was a little unimpressed, and Wang Dang was not a fool, how could he run to the north to throw himself into the net, but the other party was an officer of the White Lion Legion - as we all know, a random noble commander in the White Lion Legion was also the head of the kingdom, or it was an outstanding heir and descendant of a big family, and the young man in front of him was probably the latter - he couldn't afford to offend these people.

Marosser's disapproving look fell on Owen's eyes, and his disdain couldn't help but deepen. They were all shallow, and he looked up at the front - and what kind of army was the other side of the rain curtain, the last force of the royal party, the non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Academy.

I hope it doesn't disappoint, Owen is eager to try.

In the rain, Ampesel was still dark, but dawn was almost the last moment.

"Duroc, Melkan, fourth grade come and meet with me!" The young non-commissioned officers on the war horses held high the black battle flag, like a totem standing in the wind and rain.

The young men of the Wang Li Sergeant Academy quickly separated, their movements uniform and well-trained, and in the tumultuous rain there was only a murmur of footsteps and the occasional clash of scabbards and leather boots.

Passing through a continuous rain line in front, the scout cavalry was staggering back information:

"Knight, encounter an unidentified enemy army ahead!"

"They're blocking our way!"

In the wind and rain, the knight stretched out his hand and pointed back: "There are three directions!" ”

"Probe again, extend to the left and right sides to investigate." Nimesis replied coldly, and she took the reins of her horse—and Brando tightened the reins, and the two sat down and the horses stopped.

Brando looked ahead, the rain sliding down his pale forehead like droplets on a statue. He raised his hand and swiped forward: "This army is spreading from Lion Street-Hockfins Inn to Silversmith Bridge, two squadrons of more than five hundred people in front, they have no reserves, I don't think it will be a regular army." ”

Before he finished speaking, a distant voice came from ahead: "I can see the emblem of the black spider clearly, it is the northern Yankee, the aristocratic private army!" ”

"The Helian family is Luo Du's private army, and these clowns who jump off the beam also want to get a piece of the pie." Overwell, who was behind Nimesis, couldn't help but snort coldly.

All eyes were on Brando.

"How do you know?" Nimesis turned her head, her wet hair sticking to her jade-like forehead, her body straightened like a sharp sword in the heavy rain, her expression was indifferent and cold, and her eyes were dark and suspicious—but this qiē was to hide the slight trembling caused by the pain.

Brando didn't answer, just stood motionless.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the rain, and the dense azure spiders changed from translucent to visible to the naked eye, and they moved forward from back to front, along the avenue, and Brando stood alone and in the middle of the blue sea, and the current drowned between the four hooves.

"Ahh Wind Spirit Spider, so much! Many of the people in the crowd were well-informed children of the aristocracy, and they recognized it at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Shut up and be quiet!" One of the three knights, Miko, couldn't help but turn around and curse, he was a young man with short gray hair, and his eyebrows were short, like two caterpillars, and when wrinkled, he only made people feel funny and cute.

Freya and Breson on the side couldn't help but smile slightly, and the girl in the cyan uniform raised her head and looked at Brando in a sea of cyan with some admiration—behind her, the Knight of the Lake silently rode on his horse and looked at Brando.

A hint of surprise appeared in Nimesis's dark eyes, and she asked as if she was aware of it, "You use them to investigate?" ”

"Only simple orders can be given to judge the position of the enemy in front. But ......" Brando looked at the rain and shook his head disdainfully: "Those guys' tricks, I'm too familiar with them. ”

"Yes, it's really not worth mentioning compared to the Madara of the future."

Brando closed his eyes, and the former Iron Horse Ice River seemed to be in front of him, and the army of the undead was rushing towards him, and behind him was the abyss of the sea of fire.

There is no way back –

"yes, if you're the commander, what are you going to do now?" The 'Wolf Sirre' Overwell on the side was already dressed in military uniform at the moment, and he asked as if he was chatting as if he was chatting as if he was talking about his sword as if he were talking about it.

The lone wolf turned around, and Griffiin put Brando in charge of the current situation, but in fact the current command of the cadets of the Royal Knight Academy was still in his hands. The middle-aged uncle's somewhat sunken eyes are deeply sunken with a pair of firm eyes, and a light yì can make you feel the power contained in them.

"We don't have time to dwell on these juniors," Brando said, opening his eyes, "and there are a lot of duny-faced guys around, and we have to dispel their thoughts completely." ”

"Kill the chickens and make an example," Overwell smiled, "and it seems that he has a lot of confidence in you young people." ”

Brando glanced back, and he saw more than two hundred young faces of men and women, their knightly uniforms were already soaked, and their hair was stained together, but only their eyes still sparkled.

"I have faith in people who have ideals." Brando replied.

Of course, he just said it righteously. Without the testimony of history, Brando would never have held it so high. However, he knew that he had to convince Overwell, the de facto teacher of Her Royal Highness, who was also the mainstay of the princess's party at the moment.

The lone wolf of the kingdom really showed an admiring look in his eyes, and he turned around and silently glanced at the young people behind him. Most of these young men were hand-picked by him from all over the world—like Freya, Bresson, and some from the most loyal families to the royal family, and although they were all descendants of some minor nobles, they were often the best and more committed to their faith, and young people like Muko were among them.

These young people are the Kingdom's last hope.

"The first batch of students of the Royal Knight Academy! Listen to me! Overwell suddenly shouted, his voice echoing far away through the wind and rain.

Brando smiled inwardly.

"From now on, you will fight your way out of the siege with the Brando Knight until Her Royal Highness the Princess escapes!" Overwell asked coldly, "Got it?" ”

There was silence.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Brando at once, if there was anyone with the highest prestige in the hearts of these young people, it must be Her Royal Highness the Princess. Down, there was Nimesis, and in fact Nimesis had been acting as their commander, and almost no one dared to oppose the majesty of the chief knight.

After that, there are several standouts in the first issue, especially Breson and Muco, and after Freya got the Lionheart, her strength and prestige gradually came to the fore, but most of them still only regarded her as the deputy of the first two.

And as for Brando.

I'm afraid that before this day, they had never heard of such a person in the zài. If it is said that the leaders of the royal party such as Macaro and Overwell or the generals in the army may be able to serve the public, but Brando is only in his early twenties, and it seems that he is only a noble heir at most, so what qualifications does he have to command them?

Maybe he showed his hand before, but it was just a 'summoner' trick, and it was nothing on this battlefield.

Since ancient times, the strong army has its own pride, although these young people have not seen the real big scene, but they are also the best among their peers, even if they dare not directly disobey the order, but at this moment no one responds, just waiting for Brando to make a statement.

Freya became nervous all of a sudden, but Breson glanced at Brando and didn't say anything, and the young man named Muko stared at Brando coldly, like most people.

Brando, however, did not take a stand.

Instead, the order is given directly.

He rode forward, then turned back and ordered coldly: "The only ones who are blocking the way of Her Royal Highness the princess in front are the people of the earth, and now your task is to teach them a lesson that they will never forget from the front." ”

"We don't have much time, though, so you only have a short time to learn this lesson."

Learn this lesson?

Everyone was stunned, and then there was an uproar. It took almost a moment for the young non-commissioned officers of the Royal Knight Academy to understand this sentence, this guy actually meant to teach them a lesson.

What a big breath. Cavalry assault, let's not talk about whether the other party has the ability to teach them a lesson - the question is, is there such a cavalry by his side?

The young people's competitiveness was aroused, and everyone looked at Brando with some amusement, as if they were waiting to see how the empty commander conjured up a cavalry to teach them a lesson.

Brando never.

He turned his horse's head, and the sword of the earth was unsheathed, and he shouted proudly: "Who wants to be a sharp arrow, come to me!" ”

There was silence.

Only Freya rode out immediately, her knuckles a little white as she pressed her sword with one hand. For a moment, she felt as if she had returned to the night she had fled from Ridenberg.

It's almost the same situation, the same side by side. It was a miracle that only he could create.

Two people.

Breson hesitated slightly, and then stepped out of the crowd. "Brando, what the hell are you doing!" He couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Brando looked at him, but didn't answer.

A neighing of horses seemed to come from the sky, the rain was like weaving, and the blazing white points of light were generated from the darkness, and little by little, in the white light, Medisa slowly walked out of the void with a spear in one hand, one man and one horse, and came to Brando's side.

Then there was Akane, the red-haired girl with a halberd in her hand—though it wasn't a thunder spear anymore—but it couldn't hide the aura on her body, and another golden rank of less than twenty years old, and the princess and her teacher looked at each other silently.

Charles smiled slightly, the so-called mage squire, of course he also had to stand with his knights. He patted his mount lightly, and the horse seemed to understand him, and meekly approached Brando.

Then came Mordfeth and Andreg, the vampire daughter was unusual, with a long cloak and no longer the pair of blood-shaped scimitars she usually used—but a spear surging with the power of blood.

The two rode side by side.

Then there were the Lubis mercenaries, and as soon as the tiger sparrow and others appeared, they caused quite a stir in the crowd. The reputation of the Lubis Mercenary Regiment is not just in Brando's memory, but across the continent, and their outfits are so peculiar that they attract everyone's attention as soon as they appear.

"It can't be!"

"He's got Lubis mercenaries under him!"

"Legend has it that the Lubis mercenaries never leave Faenzan to fight, how old is this guy?"

One element manifested, five gold, ten silver, although the number was not more than thirty, but when these people gathered around Brando, everyone gasped.

It's already an army.

Not to mention the others, even Princess Griffiin couldn't help but be stunned.

"Although I have heard about it for a long time, I still didn't expect that his subordinates are so talented." She couldn't help but sigh under her breath.

"But he's still standing with you, Your Highness Princess." Overwell replied.

"That's because of the chivalrous qualities," the princess sighed, "but do I, the royal family of Corcova, deserve such an honor?" ”

Overwell did not answer.

"That's the Silver Elf!"

There was a scream from the crowd, Medisa had silver hair and silver eyes, skin like snow, and most importantly, the dazzling, art-like scale armor on her body was the armor of the legendary Silver Elves of the Silver People.

"The Silver Elf is back?!"

"I'm not dazzled...... everyone froze. Legend has it that the Silver Elves came into hiding after a prophecy, declaring that they would not once again fight alongside the People of Black Iron until the Four Temples one day renew their sacred covenant.

But the holy war is imminent, and the day when the four temples will renew their sacred covenants seems far away.

Only Overwell could see the difference between Métis at a glance, "It's the Heroic Spirit." Her Royal Highness nodded slightly.

His knights gathered around him.

No one laughed anymore.

The strength around Brando is enough to make him a king. Everyone understands this. He raised the long blade in his hand, the sword of the earth, and Harangya passed through the rain curtain, the black blade vibrating slightly—

"Listen up."

"Don't let me see that anyone is left behind."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid you're going to fail—"

The sword fell, and the sound of horses' hooves rang out.

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(ps: I went out today, and I got home in the afternoon to start the yard, so it was late.) This is supposed to be the last chapter of the Angry Scroll. ）

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