On the battlefield, there was a sound of gasping softly.

The noble soldiers and mercenaries all stopped and looked with awe at Brando, the young man standing in the middle of the army, and the story of the bronze dragon Leto had long since spread throughout the South, and even in some parts of the North:

The year of flowers and summer leaves, this year was the year of the outbreak of the War of the Black Roses.

When Karasu was defeated. The Vière region is in an emergency. The flank of the Swingmane Legion collapsed at the touch of a button, and the Goran-Wilson leader turned into a turtle. The Black Lord Instaron drove straight in, leaving Denel in jeopardy

The news of the defeat did not come as a surprise to everyone, but the people of the kingdom could not help but ask, where is our army? Where are our victories? Where is our honor?

They were answered by a cold contract written in cold words about the fact that the Buchi region no longer belonged to the ancient kingdom.

Then there was silence.

But there seemed to be a faint voice in the silence. This voice tells such a story, and gently answers the hope in everyone's hearts.

in Fort Reeden.

It was a bolt of lightning in the middle of a dark and rainy night.

Huge ranks of refugees are hurrying in. Breaking through the flank blockade of the "Black Lord" Instarong - after stabbing the White Knight Alberton, defeating the dead maggots Maggot, Rhaedios, and Gurob's many pursuers - as if they were legends, they parted the morning mist overnight and appeared under the city of Pragus.

The man who led them was called the Bronze Dragon Leto.

Pragues was a sensation.

The south also boiled over as a result, and the fame spread even far to the north; With the name of a miracle, it reaches the ears of those nobles who are high in the sky, or in the gossip of the citizens after tea and dinner.

Leto is known as the one who brings miracles.

But now this undead general who had personally experienced that war, the lord in the darkness who was rumored to be called the Grim Reaper, told them a different truth. Standing behind the bronze dragon Leto, is there someone else?

There was no reason for Kabaiz to deceive them, and there was no need for that. In particular, the tall skeleton general's hoarse and leaky tone carried a kind of sincere admiration and expectation, and the pale yellow soul fire in its eyes burned at the sea, as if it could be seen as a kind of appreciation.

Just because the young man in front of him is actually? Everyone's eyes invariably stayed on Brando.

Why did he always stand behind the scenes, and if it hadn't been for Kabais, wouldn't his name have never been known to the world?

The mercenaries and noble soldiers could not imagine that anyone would refuse such a high reputation and glory, and they certainly could not guess what situation and choices Brando faced at that time. They just saw that the only reaction of the young man at this moment was a faint smile-

That's not rejection, it's disdain.

Everyone subconsciously took a breath, as if they had experienced a state of 'brushing off their clothes and hiding their reputation and fame' in a moment. Who is he? Brando didn't say a word, but a mysterious aura involuntarily descended on him.

There was silence on the battlefield for a moment.

It's a pity that Brando doesn't know what the other people present are thinking, otherwise he must be secretly lucky. Because of course, he was not disdainful at this moment, but was debunked by Kabaiz in person, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, but he just maintained a commercial smile on his face.

"Clensia, what are you doing?" He shouted.

The mercenaries were stunned for a moment, but reacted immediately. Medisa had flattened her spear and struck from the left flank, and the unicorn knight rode into the enemy line like a silver streamer, piercing the heart of the tall crusader executioner. The temporarily found support was knocked down in an instant, and the aristocratic private army, which had finally stood still, was immediately in chaos again, and immediately retreated one after another.

And the skeleton general stood in the midst of the chaos, the fire in his eyes flashing.

Grudin's private army in the city was no match for these mercenaries in the first place, and it knew it; Unless it is gathered into a defense, fighting in the streets, in terms of fighting will, these human noble soldiers are far inferior to these mercenaries with a heart of revenge, one side fights for money, the other side fights for faith, and the outcome of the battle is not difficult to guess.

But the outer city has been lost, and it will take time to retreat to the inner city, which is why it is here. There aren't many undead in the city, and it has to put these limited forces into the most critical places.

For example, here.

But Brando knows this too.

He had been the commander of a warband, and he knew how virtuous the noble private soldiers were, and he also knew the habits of Mardara on the battlefield; Moreover, the key to the transformation of the form was well planned from the outset - in short, Grudin's private army must not be given time to retreat into the inner city and defend it.

The young man's lips pursed into a straight line, and the calculations in Kabais's mind were already clear in his eyes, as if he were an uncle spread out.

The two confronted each other in the midst of the river, and did not move.

But Brando is not in a hurry, the front of the mercenary attack is led by Metiza, he can also go forward, he can afford to wait, but Kabais may not. His hands naturally drooped, and he looked at Kabaiz in the chaos with confidence, waiting for the moment when the other party couldn't hold on.

On the contrary, the fire in Kabais's eyes flickered again.

This young man is not your average tricky, when did Eruin produce such a brilliant commander? In its eyes, although the other party was standing in the midst of this chaotic army, it seemed to know the situation on the battlefield well--Kabais, of course, did not know that Brando had already looked down on the battlefield from a higher level, but only felt a deep taboo.

No wonder the white guy personally ordered him not to hurt his life, this young man's battlefield acumen was almost comparable to that of Lord Instaron. If he is in Madara, he will definitely be able to be reused by His Majesty.

Thinking of the supreme king in the darkness who held the mercury scepter, Kabais felt the fire of his soul tremble, and a long-lost feeling of blood boiling returned to his body.

It's like going back to the old days of fighting.

The memories stung Kabais, but they also ignited the will to fight in his heart. As Brando knew, the tall skeleton could not afford to wait, and the elven knight who had the same substance as it was was leading the mercenaries to bypass it, and if it continued to confront it, the tide of battle would be reversed.

Kabais tightened his grip on the tomahawk, but immediately felt an aura lock on him.

"Are you going to do it yourself, aren't you going to recall the unicorn knight?" Brando's arrogance made him a little hairy, Cabes thought; Yesterday, it had fought Brando once, and knew that the opponent's strength was only at the level of the first golden order.

"I heard that you are proficient in Eruin's palace crow swordsmanship-" The undead general raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "But young humans, fighting above gold, do you think that a mere mid-level sword art can fight against the elements?" ”

Brando smiled slightly after hearing this, thinking that this guy should know not only what the confrontation above the gold is about, but also the way of fighting after the elements are civilized and the body is reshaped, it is estimated that he will not put on such a posture of relying on the old and selling the old to say such a thing to him.

It's kind of funny, no, it seems to him that it's a bit of a scheming suspicion.

But at the same time, Brando also began to 'probe' - a skill that the silver elf had developed over the centuries of battle. At that moment, a series of numbers appeared on Kabais's body, and countless white lines extended from it:

The torso and limbs are dark red, indicating that the system and strength have reached at least the level of the golden midstream; The balance of the lower limbs and the junction of the arms, waist and abdomen are light red, representing the dexterity of the golden lower position. The condensation of soul power is like substance, and the barrier of will is uncertain, but at least there is a silver level, and the intelligence process cannot be detected, and in fact, this skill cannot detect what kind of skills the other party has.

But none of that matters.

In fact, as a special reconnaissance skill, Brando now knows what kind of special abilities it has. He saw the short white lines stretching out around Kabais's body, and he knew that it was the route of the attack.

Prediction, that's one of the most powerful abilities of the Scouting Skill.

Brando could barely believe his eyes when he first realized the skill, and he didn't understand until that moment why he had almost never heard the name of the skill in the past games - the ability that 'Detect' added to the Amber Sword could almost imagine as young people must have been about increasing the reaction speed of hits and dodges - because the description of anticipation in the game is to gain insight bonuses on the reaction speed of hits and dodges.

It's normal that such a chicken skill is not mentioned on the forum; And after all, most of what he knows are very famous skills.

Here, however, 'probe' is given a completely different meaning, that is, a description of the enemy's offensive line. This may be an ability that everyone has in the puppet game, but here, only 'prediction' can do it.

Every move is in my eyes.

Only then did Brando understand that Namenes' description of the Silver Elf's combat skills was not an exaggeration. With this, the combat effectiveness is naturally increased exponentially - the opponent has not yet made a move, and you already know the direction of its attack, the significance can be imagined.

As Kabaiz assumed a fighting stance, the white lines that stretched out of its body were gradually decreasing, five, four, three, and finally fixed to three white lines that stretched outward.

This starting position is familiar to Brando, one of the basic combat skills of the Black Knight of Madara, and the judgment of the 'Probe' skill is exactly the same as his own judgment: three possible directions of attack.

The young man raised his hand and used the white crow swordsmanship to strike a graceful blow on the ground, and the swirling air flow on the stone slab rolled up a steel sword that fell to the ground, and then fell steadily into his hand.

"It doesn't matter what you say," Brando replied, "no matter how loud the big words are, but in the end it's up to the First Battle to decide who wins and who loses!" ”

Kabaith snorted coldly.

"Then let me meet your elemental powers, young human." As soon as its body moved, the line of attack was reduced from three to two, from two to one, in that instant.

Brando has already appeared on that route.

Kabaiz was stunned.