Youngster. Your path ends here."

Alberton held the sword in one hand, and the sword in his hand was called Pale Fang, although it was just an ordinary magic sword, but it was a testimony to the exploits and glory of following the knight's life.

His left hand was pressed flat on the wrist of his right hand, and his voice fell, and a layer of frost-colored flames had already ignited on the thin blade, and Brando knew that it was the swordsmanship Bai Yan that he had become famous for all his life.

From this point on, Alberton was the true court swordsman, he became a knight at the age of seventeen, and at the age of forty he was already known as a craftsman. He fought for Eruin all his life and was a hero of Eruin until his death, but the White Knight, Alberton was truly famous after becoming an undead.

In his time, Alberton was one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse of Mardara, hence his name as the White Knight Conqueror. Alberton, such a name is not just to stop children from crying.

As soon as Brando stepped back, he immediately felt a tricky pillar. There were two columns in Tagus' camp that he was most reluctant to meet, one was the conqueror "White Knight, Alberton", and the other was the king of battle, the Red Knight, Rhaeus, and the former was the former, but it seemed that Master Martha had played a little joke with him again.

But the White Knight was so fast, and before he could finish thinking about it, Alberton had already slashed at him with a sword. It was like a bright silver moon arc flame from top to bottom, and before the sword arrived, Brando had already felt the cold breath coming to him, and he immediately felt suffocated, and he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly rolled to the side.

The flames blew across the ground, and "thud, the rock immediately snapped, and the cut was covered with hoarfrost."

Just the wind pressure can shatter the rock, and Brando couldn't help but feel numb in his heart when he saw it, this is the lowest strength of Silver, you must know that his white crow swordsmanship can only cut through things like wood even in a state of power explosion.

But he rolled to the side, "White Knight, Alberton has already sat down on the reins of the Nightmare Warhorse, and he has killed this undead knight without caring about his own men, it almost jumped to Brando's side on a skeleton of bones.

A fragment of bones flew away

Then the white knight raised his long sword high, and with the power of his horse, he slashed at the young man.

Brando had no choice but to raise the Spike of Light to block it. With a loud tooth-sore thud, the two swords staggered together, bending backwards as much as possible almost simultaneously, and Brando only felt as if his arm was about to be broken, and the whole person immediately flew backwards like a cannonball, rolling on the ground several times before he could barely get up.

At least 10,000 levels of power.

Brando supported the ground with one hand, shouting in his heart that he was lucky, fortunately he used the technique of power explosion in the last moment just now, otherwise his hand would be useless. But even so, he felt a tingling in his right hand, and even at first he almost thought his right hand was unconscious.

But it's too terrifying, the second power level, the strength of the silver swordsman, has far exceeded seven tons in one blow, and it has almost reached the point where it can be turned into a blade without needing skills. Brando looked at the pure white knight who was approaching quickly, and couldn't help but miss his holy sword card infinitely, it seemed that to defeat such a monster, he could only rely on that kind of strength, but at this time, he did not have the earth element in his hand that could be used to pay for it.

Alberton was already in front of him

Brando gritted his teeth and raised his sword again, this time holding the sword in both hands above his head and pointing at the ground with the tip of the sword tilted slightly, striking a gesture that was one of the best moves in military swordsmanship. "Miscellaneous but not refined."

The White Knight looked at him condescendingly, and a cold, hoarse voice came from under his helmet. It raised its sword and slashed it down, and Brando crossed the pale fang with the flute, then adjusted the angle of the elven sword little by little in that moment. A spark flew and he let Alberton's sword slide away with his momentum

But the remaining strength caused him to fall backwards, and Brando's hind feet immediately slammed on the ground, as if the subtle movements of adjusting the balance of his body that are commonly used in military swordsmanship had formed an instinct, and he slid to the side, but he was firmly half-crouched on the ground.

Finally unloaded the night," Brando was already sweating profusely. In the game, he often accomplishes such actions, but there is a system to help him plan the route of his actions, the position of his sword and his body, and will also help him correct his movements. Instead of having to grasp every move yourself.

Even one carelessly. Maybe he will die.

But he actually did.

He shook his arm, but his right hand was still numb. The strength of the other party was so great that every sword exchange was like a head-on collision with a truck, and even if he was exhausted, he could hear his muscles and bones groaning.

Alberton also snorted softly from under his helmet. It saw that this young man's swordsmanship was only of an average level, but his experience seemed to be very rich, and he found a suitable coping technique at once, which was the reaction of a veteran.

He turned the horse's head around and began to speed up again.

But Brando finally got out of the opponent's attack rhythm, how could he give the other party a chance to take the lead. He immediately raised his right hand, pointed the silver ring at Alberton, and shouted, ""

"Spell activation?" The blazing flames in the white knight's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately returned to his horse and placed his sword diagonally in front of him.

Alberton's action has just been completed," a loud roar, a gust of wind had brought a deep trail from the gravel ground, heading straight for the undead knight, but this furious cyclone one; The two fierce swords Gu Ke suddenly parted to both sides. In an instant, a drifting scratch was formed on the ground..."-shaped scratch - every skeleton soldier who was on this scratch was thrown high in an instant, disintegrated in mid-air, and landed far on the river beach.

Then there was "crackling, a chaotic sound, like a rain of bones."

"White Knight, Alberton withdrew his sword, and before the dust had settled, he struck up again, and with a choking sound, Brando had already broken through the smoke and jumped out, and exchanged his sword with it in mid-air.

There are no flaws in the house.

Brando was not surprised at all, after all, the elite of this level was only stronger than the Golden Demon Village. In fact, he also relied on the Holy Sword card to fight against the Golden Demon Tree at the beginning, otherwise it would be unknown who would have killed the deer. And to deal with the "White Knight." Alberton, he definitely didn't dare to think of any luck.

The challenge of skipping the level can only be tackled with thorough preparation and dedication.

He exchanged a sword with the other man, and his body fell backwards. The backhand was another sword wind, and it pressed back. Alberton withdrew his sword again, and swung it again with an expressionless face, a flash of silver fire that wiped out Brando's sword wind.

Alberton closed the night for the third time, but this time he didn't rush to make a move, but watched Brando quietly on horseback. It looked at the young man. It seems to be remembered a long story.

The story should have the melodious melody of the Highland flute, and the swallowtail flag flutters on the plateau of Balta.

"White Crow Swordsmanship." It spoke, its voice hoarse as if it were a visitor to hell.

"Are you a new generation of royalty?" Alberton asked coldly, sitting on his horse.

Brando was stunned for a moment, could it be that Alberton had an old relationship with the Corcova dynasty? That's not right.,I've never heard of such a thing in the game.,But he thought to himself, whether there was a denial of it in advance this time.,Lest the other party really have a new hatred and an old hatred that suddenly pops up in his heart, it's not very fun.。 Legend has it that there are thirty levels in the game who help them become forty-level elites, and forty-level elites can't beat them in one move.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly shook his head.

But he didn't expect Alberton to tilt his sword, and replied coldly: "Since it's not, then I won't break my oath if I kill you." I didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood. He really regretted that his intestines were blue, he knew that there was still this black oath, so he simply assumed the identity of this new royal generation, this is really self-inflicted.

Of course, that's just thinking about it.

Brando also knows that it is not so easy to impersonate the royal family. After all, the royal family of Corkova has always had fog elf blood. The Fog Elves are the legendary born Silver Clan, a branch of the Silver Bloodline.

And Brando's bright red blood. Or a symbol of mortals.

On the other hand, after Alberton finished asking, he once again regained his state of unity with the human and horse. Armed with its sword, it began to drive the seated Nightmare Warhorse to begin to speed up once more. In the face of such a killing god, Brando was really at a loss for a while, and he thought of a way to delay time temporarily, that is, to use the white crow swordsmanship in the state of power explosion to unload the force, but this sword point body, don't say that he is at the mouth level, even the knife level, the evil level can't afford this consumption.

In fact, he was already feeling a little weak by now.

And Alberton, as an elite of at least level 30, according to his estimates, has at least a few strong lives, and the previous wind bomb killed about the point is like a skin injury to him, which only makes him suffer some shocks. Brando was sure that he would be able to kill him by stabbing him with two or three swords from the Thorn of Glory, but that would only be possible if he could stab him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take a breath and look into the distance, hoping that Leto and the others would come to his aid.

But he saw that the cavalry had just collided with the skeleton soldiers, and perhaps they had taken a big advantage because of the advantages he had created before, but it seemed unlikely that they would be able to pull out their hands for a while.

He could only hope that the Self-Defense Forces behind him would catch up faster.

In fact, Freya, who is leading the Self-Defense Forces at this moment, has the same idea.

But this future Valkyrie looked back at the citizens of Fort Ridenberg who were stumbling, and couldn't help frowning, but she also knew that they were just ordinary militiamen after all, and it was already thanks to the high morale of Fuyi who could do this, and she couldn't ask them for more.

But Freya raised her head and looked at the chaotic front in front of her, although she couldn't see where Brando was, but she also knew that with such a large undead army, the commander of the other party must be a strong man.

She was no longer the country girl she had been a few days ago, and she had gradually gained her own insight, and unlike the other people who blindly trusted the young man, the girl knew that Brando must be in a bitter battle. Therefore, she couldn't help but look around, and then her eyes fell on Charles and Su beside her.

Xiao Su, can you do a favor?

"Huh?. The girl was slightly stunned.

"Help me lead the Self-Defense Regiment." How? "I'm going to help Brando," Freya replied, and then he turned his horse's head: "Charles, you come with me."

"Miss Freya, I'm nothing. But are you okay with that? Charles was stunned, Brando had told him to look at the injured Freya, but he was indeed more worried about the safety of his followers than this.

Freya glanced at him and nodded vigorously.

Fourth, looking at the monthly pass, I was moved to tears