Dawn of Act 150 (Part 1)

The icy air churned in the night, and the rumbling sound came from far and near.

The brightly clad aristocratic cavalrymen pulled down their metal masks with brushes, their spears lined up in a row, and their horses neighed and galloped out from behind the corners of the streets.

At that moment, a great earthquake trembled.

But Brando just looked at the noble soldiers coldly, and his index and middle fingers had already raised the silver cards in his hand, and he threw them forward, "Unicorn Knight, come in—" Brando said.

The cards arced and landed on the ground.

Everyone saw that at that moment, white lights were intertwined, and they were falling from the night sky; However, behind the curtain of light, the young knight slowly walked through the gate made of light with a silver shuttle in her hand. She and the Horned Horse stood tall and speared in front of them, and appeared in the middle of the street.

Summoner?

There was a stagnation on the battlefield.

"My lord," Princess Silver Elf's voice was ethereal and jumpy, and she replied softly, "Thank you." ”

Brando knew she was talking about the necklace. He shook his head and replied, "As I said, you should be grateful to your own compatriots for this. ”

Medisa smiled softly, pressing one hand to her chest, "It doesn't matter, my lord, I didn't do it either. And this time, what are you going to order to Metisa? ”

"Attack forward."

Brando looked ahead and replied.

The noble cavalry was already close at hand.

And the young wizard apprentice beside him was slightly stunned. Summoning is a type of magic based on circle magic, but it has something in common with the string magic of ancient magic; The 'Silver Knight' is already one of the most advanced summoning techniques, but the 'Silver Knight' is suitable for defense rather than offense.

But the young man was about to open his mouth to remind, but just as he stretched out his hand, he froze, and the whole person stayed there, unable to utter a word again.

Because he saw Brando calmly raise his sword forward.

The silver knight turned her head, her pale silver-gray pupils reflecting the figures of the noble cavalry getting closer—but she raised her spear, and the distance between the two on the street seemed to be a moment away.

It is an illusion of space and time, and the power of the soul is like a substance frozen in the air.

The power of the elements.

"A Thousand Troops—"

"One Hit"

The Silver Elf Princess pulled down her cold metal mask, and her voice became urn-like.

But she moved forward, and one man and one horse turned into a silver light, which pierced into the cavalry cluster, and the offensive of the noble cavalry immediately faltered; Metisa's momentum completely exploded, and the power of the golden level swept in all directions like a blade in an instant.

In an instant, the man turned on his back.

Golden Steps.

Another one

The three mercenary captains, Juta, Fern, Clenthia and the other mercenaries all gasped, it was not easy to see one of the gold-level powers in this poor and remote place on weekdays, but they didn't expect that there would be two gold steps when they appeared at this moment, and one of them seemed to be the young man's summons.

Who is he sacred?

The three of them couldn't help but rejoice at this moment, fortunately, they didn't stand in the wrong line, because in comparison, although Baron Grudin's wanted paper could kill them all in the world, but the strength shown by Brando at this moment was that he could really kill them one by one; Gold-level strength, after touching the elements, there is already a gap between silver and black iron.

When Clenthia saw this scene, the silver-haired middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and a hint of determination flashed in his pale blue eyes. He drew his sword and waved his hand forward: "Members of Rose and Wine, fight for their departed companions"

"Combat"

There was a sound of peace, and the mercenaries behind the middle-aged mercenary leader stepped forward one after another. Brando watched as the men crossed him one by one and joined the battle ahead, and the noble cavalry, after a moment of frustration, was now frozen in the streets.

But this was only one of them, and Brando believed that Grudin's men were coming in a steady stream.

The other side will want to figure out what exactly happened.

He glanced back at the silver-haired middle-aged man.

"My lord, the Rose and Wine Mercenary Regiment is here to fight alongside you." Clenthia looked ahead and replied in a deep voice, "I hope you can lead us out of this predicament—"

Brando smiled noncommittally.

He could see this guy's unwillingness, too, he almost relied on forcible persecution to force them onto such a road, how could the other party be willing. But now that he has chosen to embark on this desperate path, he must go step by step, and of course he will rely on these mercenaries - but not on the other side.

This is the first hand of this game, and the fight has just begun.

He raised his sword, the tip of which pointed far away at the fir castle in the darkness.

"Mr. Crenshia?"

"What?" The silver-haired middle-aged man was in a row.

"Once there, let's talk about what's next—otherwise, you'll be ruined. No matter how much you say, it makes no sense. Brando paused word by word and said lightly.

Crenthia was stunned.

"Are you really going to kill him, my lord?" He felt a little dry in his mouth, and couldn't help but moisten his throat: "Grudin, a nobleman of the kingdom, and the son of Count Jean Denel, I think we can teach him a lesson...... That's enough......"

Brando glanced at him.

He shook his head, thinking to himself that Eruin's hierarchy was so strict that even a seasoned and cunning mercenary leader like Crenthia could not help but be naïve in such a matter.

"It's not that I'm going to kill him, Monsieur Crensia," and the young man smiled, "but that he will kill himself if he does many injustices." ”

The silver-haired middle-aged man froze, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

And in the back, the red-haired mercenary leader Yuta looked at this scene in her green eyes, she turned her head to look at the Grand Master of the Fire Ground Warband on the side, Fern, and replied with interest: "That guy Clensia, this time he is determined to follow along, it's really rare." ”

"Hmph," the tall man snorted coldly, looking over there disdainfully, "It's just a fox." ”

The fighting continues.

Baron Grudin's reinforcements seemed to be arriving from all directions, and the rumbling of horses' hooves began to sound in the distance of the street.

A glint flashed in Yuta's eyes, and she immediately pointed to the tall man and said, "Fern, you stay here." I will go up to support the Lord, and as for Simon, leave it to me and my men—"

"Why am I staying?" Fern was stunned for a moment and frowned: "The combat power of the Fire Ground Warband is not weaker than any of you. ”

The redhead smiled slightly: "What, you want to rob a weak woman with me?" Fern, did I hear you used to be a knight? Isn't it lawful for a knight to be courteous? ”

The tall man snorted slightly, and turned back to ignore her. He thrust his two-handed greatsword into the ground, and with a snapping sound, Fern raised his head, his gaze swept over the heads of every member of the Firego Warband, as well as the others present, and then he commanded in an urn in a loud voice, "Before dawn, not a single undead shall be allowed into the city." Someone who dares to take a step back, be careful that I pinch his balls-"

With that, he raised his right fist.

Moment.

In response to him was a mass of weapons raised aloft in the air, silently—

A triumphant smile bloomed on Yuta's face, and she pursed her lips and smiled, but her complexion quickly calmed down. When she turned around, her delicate face was already cold.

The red-haired mercenary leader looked at her own people and stretched out her hand to Youping: "My people, come with me-"

Her voice was as cold as a blade with a chill.

Fern silently glanced back at the red-haired mercenary leader, the knight's courtesy was not to let the women and children participate in the battle, but this time he did not choose to refuse, because he knew that Yuta's only sister had died in the massacre this morning.

And for the sake of the survival of the mercenary corps, each of them chose to remain silent. Even though his heart burned with vengeful anger, he chose to turn around - not to face this dark world. The young man had forced them to this point, but it didn't represent a choice in their hearts that allowed them to face this qiē head-on.

Face your own heart and your rage.

Fern looked back at the endless night and sighed inexplicably.

Dawn.

With the first light, there is dawn.

But where is the light?

……

If the battlefield is a huge chess game, then this chess game becomes vivid and vivid at this moment.

The noble cavalry could not stop Brando's advance, and the crossbowmen quickly moved into attacking positions in the rear. These heavily armoured crossbowmen were a core part of the nobles' private army, raising their four-armed crossbows at the sound of the command, twisting the bowstring and placing the steel arrows in place.

Then an order was given, and locusts rained down.

The black rain of arrows came overwhelmingly, and the mercenaries who rushed to the front immediately fell down in a row. The silver-haired middle-aged mercenary leader swept away the crossbow bolt that shot at him, and he gritted his teeth with a gloomy face when he saw the casualties of his own people.

However, the crossbow arrows flew to Brando's side, and the young man protected Funya with one hand, and with a stroke of his right hand, the wind pressure brought by the white crow's swordsmanship made these steel arrows seem to have experienced a storm, and they flew back upside down and hit the wall.

He pressed his sword forward, and Medisa was in the lead.

The second line of defense, which the defenders of the city had managed to organize, was immediately precarious, and the nobles could rely on two knights of silver strength - but alas, they found that the opponent was not just a gold-level powerhouse.

Rather, a true Silver Elf Knight.

Cultivated by centuries of combat skills, the Silver Elf Maiden's combat acumen has far surpassed that of ordinary people. She was like a breeze avoiding the spears in the hands of the two knights, and she had swept them off their horses with a single shot.

Moment.

The noble crossbowmen, who were heavily armoured and unchanging, found themselves facing a fearsome unicorn knight. And between them, there is no more obstacle.

As soon as Médisa put down the gun with one hand, her silver eyes were cold.

The defenders were defeated.

……