With an unusually terrible scream, the gargoyle swooped down, its hook-like claws grabbing Sir Burnley's shoulder, lifting the spherical figure into the air. Before the industrialist could react at first, he danced in panic and wanted to shout, but when he saw his situation clearly, his face turned pale and he could not move.

Everyone raised their heads, although they were disdainful, but they also knew that it would not be better to go up by themselves.

With a sword in one hand, Brando stood alone in front of the army, and waved forward without looking back: "Gargoyle, Uom!" (Witch Language: Come back!) ）”

He turned his head again, as if the sea was ebbing, and hundreds of people took a step back in unison under his gaze. As soon as the nobles' private soldiers retreated, they revealed Charles who was behind him with countless spears.

"Don't move, I surrender!" Seeing this, the young wizard raised his hand without saying a word, as if he had no intention of resisting at all.

I said, this guy has a bit of backbone, right? Seeing this, Brando couldn't help but sigh and shook his head. But Charles winked at him as if he didn't see it, meaning: It's up to you, Lord Lord, I've done my best. It didn't make Brando half angry.

At this time, the white-maned riders were entering, and they formed a semi-encirclement behind Brando, as if intending to take over the control of the scene from these chaotic aristocratic private soldiers.

Lord Jinguo in the distance couldn't help but want to scold his mother loudly when he saw this scene, but on the one hand, he had lost Makalu, on the other hand, Burnley, who had been helping him with advice, was now hanging in mid-air, and his other captain, Granson, was storming the castle, and there was almost no one around him except for a group of rabble.

He endured it, and had to run up on horseback alone. In fact, he was drenched in a cold sweat in his vest, and he almost thought that the gargoyle charge was coming at him: but what did the young man do with Burnley?

Lord Jinguo came to the encirclement with a question in his heart, and led a group of noble gentry to stand opposite Luc Besson. There was not much to say on either side - or at all nothing to talk about, and the contradictions between the Golan-Elsen nobility and gentry and the local legions had a long history - and there was no need for superficial politeness.

On the other side, the 'tiger' Luc Besson was more like a javelin standing on horseback, and the dark-skinned soldier glanced at these gentry and nobles led by Lord Jinguo, and smiled disdainfully. Although he is in the White-Maned Army, his heart is in the revival faction of the royal party, and he looks down on both sides, so naturally he will not be as knowledgeable as these guys who he thinks are short-sighted.

Instead, his gaze fell on Brando, a young man who could still stand still in front of the army and repel his four captains with a single sword, which really aroused his interest. But to his surprise, the young man's gaze also fell on him through the crowd.

Does he know me?

Luc Besson frowned, but quickly calmed down. "Young man, I give you a chance to lay down poor Sir Burnley, and you have seen it, and your companion is in our hands." As soon as he opened his mouth, he took over the overall command from Lord Jinguo.

As soon as Brando heard this, he recognized it as 'Tiger' Luc Besson. Before the First War of the Black Roses, he had heard him speak several times from afar while he was on an honorary mission at Fort Ridden.

'Tiger' Luc Besson, a silver swordsman, is also one of the most powerful in the whole of Eruin.

In front of such a great master, Brando didn't dare to be careless, and relaxed himself with a sigh of relief, while his thoughts were racing, he looked at Lord Jinguo on the side, and then at Luc Besson, knowing that his glimmer of life was based on the opposition between the two sides.

This opposition did not arise by chance.

In Redenburg, the opposition between the local aristocratic councils and the local legions, like most contradictions in this ancient state, begins with the unique political system of Eruin. Because it originated in the divided Gruze Empire, Eruin's laws were born from the black imperial code, but after a long war of lords, in order to avoid a repeat of history, the fourth monarch of the kingdom, Ann I, re-established the system of the royal family controlling the army and the division of military and government at the local level.

Based on the principalities and counties, the lords formed small 'nations'. Within these states, the lords enjoyed full local legislative and executive powers, except that in taxation, the king had the first right to tax the mines, forest farms, and farmlands in any given domain, while the nobles had only the second right to tax. In addition to the militia and garrison, the nobles were not allowed to form their own private armies, and the local defense was the responsibility of the various legions controlled by the members of the royal family.

The system of the Central Legion, in which the royal family closely monitored the place and established a powerful kingdom of Eruin in the era of royal power. However, Brando knows that people make mistakes, and behind the momentary glory lies the hidden worries of this kingdom, and as the royal power declines, the disadvantages gradually emerge.

The conflict stems from divisions within the royal family, which have been under the reign of the Corcova dynasty since the accession of the 'devout' Edward to the throne some sixty years ago. Duke Enlek, who also had the right to inherit, had always held a grudge against him, and when the royal family was divided, different factions began to emerge in the local legions.

And when the royal family found itself unable to effectively control the huge army, the authority of the central government at the local level began to weaken; In fact, since the Year of the Cave Beast, the king's tax collectors have not even been able to enter a third of the territory, which shows how much the prestige of the royal family has been weakened.

He knew that in fact, since the Archduke of Enleck, who had inherited his father's business eleven years earlier, forced the then Obercourt VI to change the new defense decree, the only real military forces under the control of the royal family were the Janissaries, the Black Blade Regiment of Sifach and the 11th Free Cavalry Company Column stationed in Ampesel.

Based on this background, the influence of the royal family on the local area is getting weaker and weaker. But even then, the local struggle for power between the local nobility and the local legions tended to be as intense. As in Golan-Elson, the feud between Count Pula and the Grand Duke Golan-Elson has long been the talk of the town.

In Ridenberg, this contradiction is reflected in Lord Jinguo and Luc Besson. Although they all agree on the abandonment of the Buchi region, who bears the responsibility in the end is up to their own abilities and means - presumably Luc Besson has always been at a disadvantage, but now the appearance of his own group has turned things around.

This turning point is whether he is Buchi's militia or not, as long as they are there, the excuse prepared by Lord Jin Guo in advance will become a lie, and it is not a trivial matter to deceive the king. Although the royal family is nominally royal, the central government's rebuke can be a justifiable excuse for the nobles to attack each other.

Thinking about this, Brando realized that his life was not in danger for at least a while. Perhaps Lord Jinguo would want him to die, but this has to be asked if Luc Besson agrees.

Brando suddenly felt a little sad, he actually knew about this for a long time, but he couldn't explain it to Freya. If the girl knew that their efforts were destined to be buried at the hands of these people who were still fighting each other at the last minute, I am afraid she would not be able to accept it for a while.

Sad for sad, he had to thank Martha for making these people short-sighted, so that he could use this opportunity to speak. He listened to Luc Besson's words and couldn't help but sneer: "It's ridiculous, everyone. ”

His words that he couldn't go to the village before and couldn't go to the store made everyone stunned.

"Ridiculous?" Luc Besson sat on his horse and smiled condescendingly: "What's so funny? ”

Brando, thinking that he would make you laugh right away, waved his hand to let the gargoyle come to him. Then he tossed the elven sword in his hand and changed from his left hand to his right hand.

"Sir Luc Besson." He turned his head again: "Lord Lord, you asked me to put this dead fat man down?" He patted Burnley's face with his hand, and he couldn't help but think of the first time he saw these men an hour or two earlier.

The scene where the Earl of Doon confiscated his sword, and then raised it—

These memories flowed through his mind like water, calming him down. He looked up and replied, "I find it ridiculous that some people are dying without knowing it, and you really think that Fort Ridden can sit back and relax, and that the army of Madara will not dare to set foot in the territory of Eruin?" ”

"Madara?" Luc Besson and Lord Jinguo were stunned again.

"Boy, what the hell are you trying to say?" Lord Jin Guo was still thinking about the relationship between the other party and Wizard Gabe, and couldn't help but ask further forward.

Brando didn't talk nonsense with them, but picked up the sword and put it next to Sir Burnley's neck, and before he could say a word, the elven sword was already shining brightly, and the surface shimmered with a layer of fluorescent brilliance.

"Sir Burnley has a lot of money and is well-informed, can you tell me where this sword came from?" Brando suddenly smiled coldly and asked in someone's tone.

The fat man, who had been grabbed by the gargoyle, suddenly struggled to his death, and stepped back vigorously.

But Brando didn't care about him, he finally confirmed what he was thinking at this moment, and couldn't help but open his mouth and rebuke angrily: "This sword is called the Thorn of Light, a sword born from the light. There is nothing to hide in front of it, but it is a pity that you only care about admiring the sword, and forget the situation when Count Doon got it, you short-sighted fools. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you think this fat pig is your companion? It's ridiculous, Tagus has already planted spies among you, and you don't know it—"

Luc Besson and a group of nobles were dumbfounded, not knowing whether it was true or not. Although the leader of the swordsman regiment of the Whitemane Legion had subconsciously believed Brando's words, he still preferred to hope that what the other party said was not true.

But Brando had already raised his sword and stabbed it into Burnley's spherical body, and the latter wailed, and his body quickly dried up, and then his appearance quickly changed, turning into an abominable, shriveled monster.

"Corpse Witch!" Luc Besson recognized it at first sight.

Seeing this, Lord Jin Guo sat back on his horse and shouted, "Impossible! ”

His reaction startled everyone, and almost everyone looked at him. Only Brando's expression was cold, knowing what had happened at this moment, history had not changed, only today did he understand what had happened on this day in history and why Ridenberg had fallen so quickly.

And Lord Jin Guo only felt cold sweat on his forehead, and every word that the damn fat man had said to him before seemed to him to be a vicious trap at this moment. In order to hunt down Brando's party, he had already drawn one-third of the castle's garrison and replaced it with Burnley's private soldiers.

As for the private soldiers, it seems that now that they think about it, they should know what they are.

They were hesitating, but suddenly they saw a faint blue fire rising to the west and northwest of Ridenberg, and at this time, it was needless to say that everyone understood what was happening.

For a moment, the Lord Sir couldn't help but feel the world spinning.

"Withdraw, withdraw! Go to the East Gate! ”

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