The brass alarm bell of Pine Castle hangs high above the spire, and when it is shaken, the bell rings throughout most of the city. The sound of the bell is like an invisible ripple, it spreads, and the streets and alleys that have fallen into midnight sleep seem to be injected with some kind of vitality, and one by one awakens.

People took to the streets, bewildered and asking each other what was going on.

Luc Besson was waiting for news in the barracks east of Ridenburg, but when a clear alarm bell came from the stone hole window, he turned his head sideways to look at the dimly lit inner city, and his face changed. Before the herald outside pushed the door open the door and came in to report, the head of the swordsman regiment opened the door and shouted outside:

"Didn't you hear me,! Roll up the collection! Let the 2nd and 3rd squadrons outside follow me to Yusongburg at once, that idiot of Seber! ”

Everyone looked at each other.

"Commander, over at the city gate?" Someone stood up and asked.

"Are you an idiot? Who else but that highland knight can storm Yusong Castle, that fool of Seber, he has to hide the news and let himself taste the bitter fruit," he sighed after scolding, and said in a slightly slower tone: "If something happens to that person in the castle, you can wait to face the dragon wrath of His Majesty the King, maybe someone wants him to die, but I don't want to carry this black cauldron - as for the rest, just keep an eye on the target!" ”

Everyone was stunned, and then they took action.

Luc Besson let out a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but feel a little tricky at the thought that the other party was a highland knight and his mage. The Highland Knights have always been self-contained in history, and even in the most powerful period of the Corkova Dynasty, the royal family couldn't do anything with these short-term guys, let alone him?

He couldn't help but secretly greet the female relatives of Lord Sebor in his heart.

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Freya followed the girl down a long, deep alley, and when she heard the bell, she was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned her head and looked up at the worried look on her face.

"What's wrong?" The girl named Sue asked.

"I'm sorry, nothing."

"There's going to be a war." Su said suddenly.

Freya was stunned and looked back at her suspiciously.

"The nobles gave a ban on travel, and only in times of war. Although everyone doesn't say it, they know it in their hearts. It's been like this every time before. Sue said quietly in front.

"You're saying they know there's going to be war?"

"Who are they, noble lords? They certainly know that they have their own channels for collecting messages. Generally speaking, when the news starts circulating in the bars in the city, they already know about it. ”

Freya didn't answer, just clenched her fists. She lowered her head, leaving only a cool flash of anger in her bright eyes.

"But why didn't the city react?"

"We won't see a reaction, but the nobles will be prepared. Fort Ridden is so strong that people in the city don't have to worry too much, but today the price of bread and wheat has risen by 10%, and these are changes that are not usually noticed. ”

"What if Fort Ridden is captured?"

"How so."

Freya couldn't help but remember Brando's eloquent attitude, and she shook her head to throw the thought out of her mind. "But I have a friend who says that Reedenberg will be breached."

"Then he must be a liar." Sue replied calmly in front.

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After shaking the alarm bell, Charles went to the roof of the barracks. He glanced out of the moat at the edge of the parapet, where the streets were crowded with people and horses, and it seemed that the private soldiers of the nobles had arrived first.

But it wasn't something he had to worry about, he retracted his gaze and ran to the other side, taking a visual look at the distance from the end of the castle that fell from this end, then finding a feasible route and lighting the witch candle in his hand. He thought back to what Brando had taught him and said silently, "Et'ham—"

The first byte is to activate a portion of the mana that connects the dark abyss, and the twin goddess Elaine is in charge of this part of the mana. Witches would normally use this mana as a medium if they weren't using spiritism—and Charles held up the candle in his hand, allowing the light to reach almost fifteen feet away.

He chose a tree, and the whole person seemed to enter the passage of light in an instant and was pulled forward. And when he came back from his trance, he found that he was already above the canopy.

"It's really magical, worthy of being the witch of Bunosson." Charles looked around, and this time he chose another tree on the other side.

After repeating this seven or eight times, the candle in Charles's hand burned only a short time, but he was enough to reach the stone hole window on the other side. He held up the candle and placed it on the window, and then the whole person followed the streamer into the aisle inside, and by the next time he came back, the person was already in darkness.

He shook his head and put aside the dizziness caused by the teleportation, and could already faintly hear the sound of a fight coming from ahead.

It seems to be a little late, but it doesn't matter, the lord will reserve a little time anyway. Charles comforted himself with this, but he didn't know that at this time, Brando was eager to poke a sword in him.

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Back to a few minutes ago.

When Brando pushed open the heavy oak door, he did not see the Earl shivering in the corner, as expected. On the contrary, the room is well lit, and the number of sheep fat candles is sufficient to make the brightness neither too dazzling nor too dim; The latter, who was sitting on the couch for the rest of his life, his black velvet gown neat without even the slightest fold, looked up at Brando's eye level, and on the low table in front of him lay the elven sword, the Thorn of Light.

Brando couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw this scene, he didn't expect that this important minister beside His Majesty still had some courage. Of course, this also made him vigilant, and the other party had no fear, indicating that there must be something to rely on.

"I didn't expect it to be you, young man, I thought it was another Assassin sent by those wastes from Obsburg. But of course, you could also be the killer hired by those guys, but can you sue me for this answer? The middle-aged man was slightly surprised when he saw him, but he still asked with a normal face.

Gobbsburg? Isn't this guy a king? Brando was puzzled for a while, but shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not, but if you cooperate well, I don't actually have any interest in killing you." ”

"Yes, you're not interested in killing me? That's thankful, but alas—I'm interested in killing you. As the middle-aged man spoke, a crossbow suddenly appeared in his hand; As soon as Brando saw a faint blue glow on the edge of the bolt, he realized that it was poisonous.

However, he had long been on guard against him, he knew very well the tricks of the nobles, and as soon as the other party made a move, he swung his sword to block the arrow. It's just that before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden gust of wind hit behind him, and Brando's countless battles made him subconsciously return his sword to block behind him-

With a loud bang, Brando almost flew out and crashed into the cabinet on one side, crackling for a while, before he gritted his teeth and got up from a piece of wood.

The black iron high-ranking swordsman, and the sneak attack, is there still a Tianli King Law?

Brando couldn't help but be afraid for a while, thinking that it was good that Lao Tzu's previous opponent was a player, otherwise this sneak attack wouldn't stop immediately? Of course, he remembered those old opponents in the game - players do not have and do not need the so-called master dignity, they are simply synonymous with incorruptibility and shame, and some people even lewd for the sake of obscenity, that is the real hooligan knows martial arts, and no one can stop it.

So Brando was used to it, and it had become an instinct for him to guard against sneak attacks. In other words, has anyone ever seen a player who doesn't like sneak attacks? However, even so, the Black Iron Superior Swordsman still made him feel tricky, it was a strong man with a strength of at least 15 or above, and even if he turned on the burst of power, he might not be able to gain the slightest advantage.

The middle-aged man on the other side and his companion were also taken aback. They originally thought that this inevitable blow would actually fail, although it seemed that Brando was very wolf, but in fact, everyone knew in each other's hearts that that damage was nothing to the Black Iron Swordsman.

The middle-aged man frowned, but immediately sneered: "I can't see that this worm-like civilian still has two more times, but this can't change the ending." ”

He picked up the elven sword on the low table and stood up, and smiled coldly: "You can also see the strength of my guard, you are not his opponent." But also, how can a small character like you deserve to have such a treasure, I might as well give you a Jianyi, or you yourself chop off your dirty hand that touched this sword, and I will let you live. Of course, I'm going to make up with your two companions, I want them to be my slave girls, and I promise to be a little nicer to them, at least let them live like dogs, haha-"

He said as he laughed wildly.

Brando couldn't help but gasp after hearing this, and his face sank, although he knew that the other party was deliberately provoking him. But he still couldn't help the anger rising in his heart, he came to this world, and the first people he came into contact with were Roman and Freya, as well as everyone in the militia squad, these people had a precious sense of reality relative to this world for him.

Just like the grandfather he had seen in his dreams, it had become his spiritual support in the world's largest body. For this, how can he tolerate this guy swearing here.

His fingers holding the sword turned slightly white.

The middle-aged man was secretly observing Brando's face, but his hand was gesturing to his companion behind his back. Both men in the room were a little surprised, and generally experienced swordsmen rarely lost their minds because of foreign objects - but they didn't expect him to hit the other man's scales with a casual try.

"Ulysses, force him!" The middle-aged man commanded with a gesture.

The tall swordsman immediately approached Brando's side, his swordsmanship was masterful, and there were hardly any gaps in his attack path that could be grasped. And Brando's eyes were only the middle-aged man at the moment, he leaned forward, and the posture he put on was the most radical offensive posture in military swordsmanship.

Ulysses couldn't help but smile secretly when he saw this, the hairy boy is the hairy boy, and he dares to be so impetuous in front of his opponent who is stronger than him.

He couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow, and he could almost see Brando show the gap on his flanks.

"Ulysses!" The middle-aged man suddenly shouted, and Ulysses subconsciously thought it was a signal to let himself attack. Yes, at this moment, he had seized a gap that Brando could not defend against.

He didn't have time to withdraw his sword—

But the sinister smile on the tall man's face was only half revealed, and the silver-gray ring on Brando's right index finger caught his eye.

“Oss！”

There was a loud bang, and there was no chance to retreat at all. The sharp spikes of the air rushed forward, and the tall swordsman's face, chest, and lower abdomen were strangely dented, and then his whole body was rushed to the ceiling by the huge wind pressure - with a bang, the ceiling opened a large hole upward. The light dimmed for a moment, and mud and stone chips tumbled down, accompanied by some viscous liquid and limb fragments......

On the other side, the middle-aged man barely reacted to this change, and a cold sword rested on his neck from one side.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Brando slowly walked out of the smoke and asked coldly.

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