With a snap, the ordinary long sword in his hand was already torn apart in the scabbard because it couldn't withstand the power from the golden level. Brando was slightly stunned, he raised his scabbard to look at it, and threw it away.

The sword fell in the ruins.

The young man turned his head, his brown eyes reflecting the different faces of the mercenaries. He took Funia's hand and said with a calm face, "I brought my promise—"

"Remember what you said?"

The flat voice was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, with a clang, through everyone's heart.

The mercenaries opened their mouths, but for a moment they did not know what to answer.

"I remember!" Only the young man in the gray-blue robe excitedly parted from the crowd and rushed out, he almost stumbled in front of Brando, and then looked up at the young nobleman in his eyes, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

He actually came.

"I remember......" The wizard apprentice gasped and repeated in a low voice, "I'm here, my lord......"

Brando glanced at him.

His gaze passed over him and fell on everyone else, everyone. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

"What about the others?"

There was silence.

"You ......" The young man in a gray and blue robe looked around angrily, hoping to punch these people in the face and knock these cowards on their backs.

But it was still a dull, deathly silence—

Brando just smiled slightly, he smiled, and a glimmer of light seemed to be reflected on his warm eyelids: "If I were you, I wouldn't choose to offend two lords at the same time-"

There was a snapping sound in the ruins, and some black-robed soldiers stood up in the masonry, and as soon as they stood up, they immediately raised their swords and rushed towards Brando's back in a stiff posture.

Brando waved his hand back, and the first black-robed soldier who rushed to his side was already fanned out, and it was torn apart in mid-air with a 'thud', and fell into pieces of bones next to the noble soldiers who were covered in wounds but not yet dead, and were crawling backwards without a life.

It crackled like a rain of bones.

All the noble soldiers were stunned and motionless—

The second skeleton soldier had already rushed to Brando's side, but the young man grabbed the skeleton without looking back, stabbed the right claw of a sword at him, pulled forward, and unloaded the opponent's black steel longsword with his left hand, and then grabbed the opponent's wrist with his right hand and slammed it into the ground with an over-the-shoulder swing, breaking it into several pieces.

He held the black steel longsword in his left hand and reflexively slashed it.

A moon-shaped white light.

The more than a dozen skeleton soldiers behind them all snapped, stopped, and fell—

Brando lowered his sword as usual and turned to face the fallen skeleton soldiers. He looked at the ruins of the fortress and said lightly, "Now I give you such an honor—"

The young knight raised his sword, the tip of which pointed straight to the long street ahead.

"On this street, on the cross, there are departed souls, who watch your battle in silence. And would you like to fight alongside these former companions in another way? ”

That moment.

Everyone seemed to stop breathing.

No one spoke, but someone turned their heads away, but someone blinked their astringent eyes, but someone silently held down his long sword. Yes, nothing moves these mercenaries more than fighting alongside their companions and trusting each other.

This is the only and last chance to fight alongside these companions.

I'm sorry, but can I still hand it over to you?

Companion.

There was not a single word, only the sound of a sword unsheathed, and the young wizard apprentice hung his hands weakly, looking at such a scene in almost disbelief, at these mercenaries who had been silent a moment before—at this moment everyone pursed their lips coldly, did not say a word, and drew their swords with solemn expressions.

The sword is the life of a mercenary.

It's also a promise.

The mercenaries came out with a sacred expression, first one by two, then more people, silently, swords rubbing and clashing with each other. Each one silently stood in a row, standing behind the young knight. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

Brando smiled.

He lowered his sword, only to feel a flame burning in his chest.

But his face was already cold, and the young man spoke: "Three Grand Masters, come out-"

The three people in the crowd glanced at each other and walked out of the queue one by one.

"Sue me, name."

"Clenthia is at your service, my lord, and I'm the head of the Rose and Wine Mercenary Regiment—" The handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair glanced at Brando, bowed slightly, and replied.

"Fern, Grand Master of the Fire Band—" The dark-skinned man crossed his arms and looked Brando up and down.

"Yuta, I, am the head of the Shanyan Mercenary Group. My lord, with all due respect, although I agree to join with my people, it does not mean that I will definitely carry out a qiē order, and I will choose the way I act. The answer was a woman with a hot figure and long brown sleeves.

With that, she glanced defiantly at the young knight with her turquoise eyes.

Brando smiled absently.

He replied, "I don't know what you are made of. ”

He looked back at the beautiful woman and said, "But the task I gave you is very simple. You and Mr. Fern each formed a group of men, and stayed here separately, and attacked and controlled Simon; I only ask you for one thing - three hours, and before dawn I want to see the flags of your respective mercenary groups flying above the city gates—"

His gaze fell on the handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair, Clensia: "As for Mr. Clensia, your mission is to lead your mercenary group and the remaining lone mercenaries with me - to attack the fir castle!" ”

"I want to hear about it." Clenthia bowed and replied unhurriedly.

"Wait," Yuta, the sleeve-haired girl, interrupted and asked with a frown, "Simon?" Why are we going to Simon, isn't our goal to take down the fir castle and kill that damn scumbag? ”

Brando's face was calm, and he replied, "Because that's only one of the targets, but I might as well get straight to the point and tell you that the enemy you are about to face will be a group of undead, the undead of Madara." ”

"What?"

Undead?

The three of them were stunned.

"Gruddin is in collusion with Madara, but it is impossible for the army of the undead to hide in the city; There may be a small number, but the army must be near the outside of the city, and I think they will have to hide in the forest to the southwest. And your mission is to keep them from entering the city until we finish our mission—" Brando said lightly.

Juta and Clensia glanced at each other, each seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.

Only Futa replied angrily: "Since your lord knows that Gruddin is colluding with Madara, there must be a lot of masters around him, and attacking the fir castle must be the most difficult task, so why didn't your lord choose our Fire Land Warband, is it because he looks down on our combat effectiveness?" ”

When Clenthia heard this, she couldn't help but frown and look embarrassed.

But Brando shook his head: "As I said, I don't know what you make. But now that I've chosen this lineup, then—"

He turned his head and said, "As soon as you do what I command." ”

He looked up again at the street in the distance.

"Well, there's not much time."

"Hurry up this time, but remember my words, one side is glory and the other is hell, I have given you the opportunity to choose, I hope you can look back on this moment in the future with a clear conscience."

"No, not even a chance to look back—"

"Now, then, those who are willing to receive this glory, follow me!" With that, Brando took Funia by the hand and stepped on the grinding gravel.

The three captains heard the cold threat in Brando's words, and their hearts sank. And the little girl looked up at him in a daze, blinked her eyes, and said word for word, "Brando...... Brother, actually...... You...... It doesn't have to be for ...... Funya ...... Fight. ”

"I ...... Hearing...... Grandpa they ...... Having said that, as long as ...... Funya ...... It's ...... There, a qiē...... Will...... Safe. ”

But when Brando heard this, he just smiled slightly.

"You don't understand, Phonya, it's not just about you fighting alone," replied the young man softly, looking at the two neat rows of crosses in the distance of the street that stretched into the darkness, and was a little distracted, "but I, who chose the path of iron and blood, sword and fire, and that's—"

Exactly.

When Brando is here, he chooses to come back and face this qiē, looking directly at his own cowardice and evasion; Then the road that unfolded before him began to become rough and difficult at this moment, as if it led to the end of a raging flame, and the path was thorny and even bloody.

But he came back anyway.

If the afternoon fury was only a thought, then the choice between Phnia and the Senians gave him the final revelation; It's like an eternal truth, if you always choose to escape, then you can only be a loser forever.

The one who wins is strong, and the one who wins himself is strong.

Indeed, he had considered an easier way. If he chooses to ignore and ignore the qiē he is advocating, then he may easily find the coveted territory, and then hide his wings, absorb nutrients in the shadows, and gradually become stronger, and finally dominate the qiē.

But is that what he wants?

gained strength, but lost a qiē.

That's what he wants?

But Brando couldn't help but laugh, because he found that in the end, he had prepared the most complicated plan. He has avoided such an outcome countless times, from placing himself on the other side of the wheel of fortune like a gambler on all odds.

But after stepping again and again, he returned to the same place, holding such a plan in his hand. Handsome Silver Moon Demon Wolf

Brando smiled faintly, he really wanted to follow Antitina's plan, so stable, so simple, the noble girl's choice was so logical.

"But ......"

"Brando, you're still Brando in the end......"

He shook his head self-deprecatingly.

But his gaze became firm, and if that was the case, let him carry out the plan—even if it was only one chance, but as in the past, as he had been when he was Sophie, the one hundred and thirty warrior, and the thousands of horses of Madara.

One step at a time, to success.

Or death-

Brando turned around and saw the young wizard apprentice chasing after him from behind, and the young man seemed to have rearranged his feelings, and his face regained that indifference.

"Your Excellency?"

"Do you hear the voice?" Brando didn't answer, just asked.

"What sound?"

"The voice of war—" Brando replied faintly, pulling a silver card from his bosom.

At that moment, the earthquake trembled, and the noble cavalry had already struck out from the corner of the street.

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