A miraculous scene occurred, and in the eyes of the fleeing civilians, the cavalry that rushed towards the young man seemed to be papier-mâché—they raised their swords and exchanged swords with Brando, and the steel swords immediately bent backwards, broke, and shot backwards into thousands of steel needles, and then the great force caused the riders and horses to rise high together, and the whole man flew upside down.

One, two, three, and finally the refugees behind Brando couldn't help but count in unison, all the way to the seventh. The three people behind were already frightened, tightened the reins, and did not dare to lean on it.

Ulliel stared at Brando, as if he had seen a ghost. And Makov's guards were so frightened that they forgot what they were doing, and they were temporarily rushed out of the line by the refugees behind and ran to Brando's side.

"Who are you?" The cavalry captain couldn't help but feel a little chill in his hands and feet. He had seen those captain-level figures of the White-Maned Legion's swordsman regiment, and the strength and swordsmanship of those people were also superb, and compared to the young man in front of him, it seemed to be nothing.

What is this sacred?

Brando withdrew his sword and gasped softly. After using seven bursts of power in a row, consuming one-fifth of the total lì, Brando faintly felt some numbness in his arm.

"I said, my name is Doon." He pointed his sword at the other party, "So, now you can calm down and listen to me, right?" ”

Ulliel and Makov looked at each other, could they not listen. Although his eleven subordinates are not very powerful, they are at least good at being drawn from the local militia, and the white swordsman is at the middle level, and counting the impact of the horse, even the ordinary soldiers of the white-maned army dare not resist head-on.

And to do a series of seven swords, the sword and sword crashed and flew alone, and after the fight, his face was not red and his heart did not beat, in his heart, only the six squadron leaders under Luc Besson had such a level.

In the middle of the black iron, so young, Ulliel couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. Luc Besson's squadron leaders are all veterans in their thirties and forties.

"Looks like it's okay." Brando saw Ulliel and Makov's dumbfounded looks and nodded: "I told you to get out just now, but now I regret it." So I take back what I said, and now you go and block the road for me, and no matter how many undead come by, your job is to stop them. ”

"Charles."

"Yes." Charles jumped out of the carriage and saw Brando reach out to him, and handed over his pocket watch in understanding.

Brando looked at the time, and it was still a quarter of an hour before four o'clock. But Freya was still nowhere to be seen, he couldn't help frowning and then looked up and said: "You are the security cavalry of Fort Riden, and it is within your duty to help the fleeing citizens buy time, and I think you will fight bravely without my reminder-"

"My lord, I'm a businessman." Makov didn't dare to be arrogant at this moment, and said cautiously.

Brando glanced at him and said angrily, "You've been drafted." ”

Makov opened his mouth.

"Of course," replied Brando, looking at the vigilantes who had risen from the ground, "I will supervise you here, and any of you who want to be deserters may come back and try my sword." Fight me or the skeletons, you must choose one of the two. ”

He looked back at the civilians behind him—except for a few who had gathered around him, who had previously been afraid to move because of Ulliel's threats—and the farther ones were fleeing north as panic spread through the crowd, pushing and shoving, many of whom were trampled underneath and could not get up again. Cries, shouts, shouts, and screams mingled together to create a scene that seemed to be the end of the world, but they were like the eye of the storm of a typhoon, and they were calm.

And the center of this calm is Brando himself.

"You guys go too, hurry up, and don't let down the opportunity that the security cavalry of Fort Ridden fought for you with their lives." Brando waved his hand at him, he was not a savior, but he had a favor that would not be given away.

But what he didn't expect was that most people, except for a small number of people, were motionless and unwilling to leave. In fact, these people have also seen it, they have seen the miserable image of those who push and push forward, and they don't want to be like that if they are not in it, they prefer to hope that Brando, that this powerful young man will lead them out.

There are many powerful people in this world, but there are not many who are willing to protect the weak. Brando's actions have already left a deep impression on these people, especially his last sentence, which made these people feel a kind of trust.

"You don't want to go?" Brando was stunned for a moment, probably guessing what these people were thinking. He tapped on the hilt of his sword, and when he turned around, he saw Charles' look of adoration, and couldn't help but ask, "What do you have to say?" ”

"In the age of the Sages, knights had eight virtues. Mercy is one of them, and there are many knights who take the oath of the Eight Virtues in the Temple of Fire every year, but how many people actually do it? ”

"It is also the charm of the strong to be able to rely on the weak. It's all about what we do, lord. The young mage asked.

"Let them stay, I'll figure it out." Brando replied, and as he spoke, he walked over to Ulliel and Makov and asked, "Have you thought about it?" ”

"Of course, of course." Merchant Makov nodded.

Without saying a word, Ulliel turned around and gathered his own people, ready to fight with the bones. They also thought about it, and there was still a chance of life with those bone racks, and it was estimated that they would die in an instant if they turned around and looked for trouble with that young man. And the young man also said that he would stay, so he must not die without help.

As the captain of the security cavalry, Ulliel is at least a momentary masterpiece in Fort Reden, and these details can be understood as soon as you think about them, and there is nothing to lose face. He wasn't even as unnatural as Makov, anyway, in Lydenburg he was looking at Luc Besson's face, looking at Lord Jinguo's face, and now he just looked at the young man's face and acted to see whose face was not his face.

Brando, who admired his kind of bastard, stood beside the two of them, watching the riders whose swords he had broken into replaced with spare daggers, not worrying for a moment that they would run out of weapons.

Except for Ulliel, the faces of those present were unnatural.

The guards of the security cavalry and merchants were flying and domineering on weekdays, but they were no different from ordinary people in front of the undead creatures who did not know the fear, and the thought of those legendary terrible beings on the other side could not help but weaken their stomachs. The merchant Makov stood beside Brando with a spear, and his whole body was as frightened as chaff, and it was difficult to even stand there without saying a word.

The commoners behind them were all standing there watching Brando's back, wondering why the noble young man didn't run - they all heard Charles call Brando, and naturally thought that he was at least a knight. But since they decided to follow Brando, and Brando didn't go, they would neither go nor dare to go.

For a while, the scene was a little quiet.

The first skeleton soldier soon appeared on the other side of the burning street, then the second and third. Scout, Brando recognized at a glance the formation of these skeleton soldiers in the army of Madara, and they clutched their swords and clicked.

It's not fast, but it's not slow.

Brando glanced at his pocket watch again, and there were still ten minutes to go. If Freya doesn't arrive in ten minutes, he will have Charles take Roman and the others on his way first, while he goes to find them alone. However, if Freya really can't even do such a thing alone, although he will still regard the other party as a companion, to be honest, he is still a little disappointed.

He put down his pocket watch and saw that the three skeletons were already approaching the merchant guards. Seven people, in fact, they only need to be divided into three groups to kill these low-level undead of Madala without much effort. It's a pity that these wastes collapsed first, and fell to the ground softly, not even having the courage to turn around and run away.

Three skeletons killed seven people.

The eleven vigilantes were so frightened that they didn't even have the courage to come to their aid, and Brando almost wanted to stab the waste to death one by one - but he changed his mind, realizing that he would need them if he was to take the civilians to fight their way out of the Mardara army.

"You waste, you who have the courage to oppress the good and good." Brando shook his head, and he turned back to the captain of the security cavalry and said, "You, go up and show them." ”

"Me?" Don't look at the deep city of Ulliel, in fact, the hands and feet are weak.

Brando looked at him as a matter of course and didn't speak.

Ulliel gritted her teeth, knowing that if she didn't go, it wouldn't end well. But what can he do, he is pampered on weekdays, eats and drinks well, and he has long forgotten his swordsmanship, he can't help but look at his subordinates, but the eleven security cavalrymen turned their faces to the side and pretended not to see it.

"These bitches raised them!" The cavalry captain scolded and raised his sword tremblingly to meet him. One to three, the young man had no intention of making a move, and the others couldn't help but close their eyes, almost thinking that this time they were going to die, and they couldn't escape.

But at this time, there was a rumbling sound across the street—the sound of horses' hooves. Ulliel himself is a cavalryman, and he is all too familiar with this voice, it is the sound of cavalry charging in groups. There was a rumbling sound, like rolling thunder from the depths of the earth, and the ground gradually trembled—not only him, but even the three skeletons turned their heads strangely.

Lots of health fluctuations.

The three horses leaped out of the flames, and in a flash of their swords, the three skeleton soldiers had already fallen to the ground. Then the rider on the horse pulled the reins, and let the horse take a few steps forward and then turn and stop.

Brando looked up and saw a heroic young knight with a long ponytail behind his head, dressed in azure half-body armor, holding a sword in one hand, pulling the reins in the other, and a long ponytail behind his head.

And behind her, more and more knights came out of the flames and gathered behind her. Brando saw that most of those people were dressed as mercenaries, and their strength seemed to be above the lower reaches of the black iron, and there were even many midstream level. He couldn't help but be secretly taken aback—

Where did this mercenary come from? More than a dozen of them turned out to be all of the strength above the black iron? This is the level of an elite squad at the level of the Captain Guard of the White-Maned Legion, could it be that this is Freya's private soldier left for her by her father? Brando knew Freya's true background, so he naturally couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Brando, where's Roman?" Freya couldn't help but be stunned when she saw the person standing in front of her.

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