Dawn of Act 151 (2nd Update)

Grudin, grimacing, stood on the terrace with a stiff face, watching the sparkling torches converge in the darkness toward that point. Ever since he heard that the damned Viscount Gunstins had come back again, he felt remorse and fear, regretting why he didn't obey his henchman Jian Yì and forcibly left the other party in the afternoon, but looked ahead and missed the opportunity.

But in addition to remorse, he was more afraid. Even though he knew that Madala's generals were in the city, and that the skeletons would never allow him to die here, he instinctively felt a fear gripped his heart.

It's like a sharp sword hanging high, and you can feel the slightest coolness above your head.

He involuntarily touched the wound on his cheek, although his face was forced to be calm, but his heart was cold. He always remembered the cold eyes that Brando looked at him, and the words that he coldly dropped:

"Keep your dog's head and get it again tomorrow."

It's just that I didn't expect this coming, and it's really only been a day.

The baron looked back.

Behind him stood a strange guest, dressed in black chain mail and shrouded in a long, black winged cloak; And with a dark metal mask on his face, only a pair of bright golden eyes remained.

His sharp metal gloves gripped a huge scythe and slung it over his shoulder, all the while looking calmly into the distance.

If Brando had been here, he would have noticed the silver scales painted on the man's body.

Of all the generals in Madara, only one had such an insignia.

Black Knight, White Inquisitor? Tiamas? Qiu Yue.

One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse of Madara-

However, unlike the White Knight Alberton and the Red Knight Lydios, White? Tiamas? Joyue was already in a high position long before the First War of the Black Roses, and he was Tagus's deputy.

There are many legends about him in the past games, but most players are most concerned about his true identity. Legend has it that the face of the Black Knight hidden under the mask has not been seen by any living person.

Of course, there is a bit of a rumor element in this sentence, because even the dead people and players of Madala have never seen it.

Facing Baron Grudin's flickering eyes, the black knight smiled slightly: "Lord Lord, you don't have to worry, our army will be here soon-"

His voice was slightly chilling, but with a neutral charm.

"But I have heard that the viscount went alone, and although his courage was commendable, he lacked wisdom. He alone is only a golden strength, and Kabais alone can easily balance it. ”

"When the time comes, if you want to kill or chop, let you dispose of it."

When he said this, he thought to himself: Is the enemy this time the young man who made the 'dead maggot' Maggot deflated?

I'd like to see you.

Baron Grudin's side snorted coldly, knowing that Mardala was still unwilling to get involved in the dispute between the nobles of Eruin. However, he didn't dislike the other party's mention.

As soon as he thought of the trouble that Brando had caused him, he couldn't help but grit his teeth to prepare a feast for the viscount.

Death is not such a simple thing.

……

The battle in the city is heating up, and the offensive arrows formed by the mercenaries are rushing along the streets.

After Medisa took the lead, Brando took Funya's hand and followed. The young man led the little girl through the battlefield of thousands of horses—occasionally a noble private soldier approached the young knightly commander through the line—and the other was often surprised why the other man was so unprepared, but he got the answer at once.

The indifferent young man struck his sword away with a wave of his hand—or simply swept it into countless pieces of steel—and stabbed him in the chest.

The whole process doesn't even take a second.

The heart was still beating, but the wound had already formed a white frost. The long sword seemed to suddenly appear on his chest, and most of the noble private soldiers fell on their backs with a look of disbelief.

Brando drew his sword, shoved the cold corpse away, and fell to the ground—and he continued on. Funia's face was a little pale beside him, but she still held his hand tightly.

At that time, Brando's brother was also so cold, saving her from those noble cavalry. Yes, and Sister Antitina and the others, they are all good people, because only bad people hurt everyone.

Brando's brother's enemies are all bad guys.

In Funia's young mind, simple logic took root in this way.

Brando wiped a few bits of blood from her forehead, and he looked back at it: it was close to the fir castle, but half an hour had passed—time was still pressing, and the other party must continue to let them go on like this.

The ghost of Madara should have appeared.

The young lord looked around, and soon he found what he was looking for in Grudin's private soldiers; Not an imaginary skeleton soldier or a pale rider, but a zombie.

The seven-headed Zombies were hiding among the nobles' private soldiers and were rapidly approaching this direction, and their movements were so stealthy that no one, even Metisa, could detect the murderous motive hidden beneath the surface, after all, the Silver Elf Princess's most familiar enemies were not these skeletons.

Unfortunately, the actions of these things, which they thought were secretive, were as striking and dazzling to Brando's eyes as if they were sneaking forward on an empty street, and the young man was all too familiar with them.

It's less than 10 meters.

The zombies' eyes flashed with a faint green light, and they saw that they were about to burst out and hurt people in the next moment.

And Brando immediately handed Fonya to Clensia on the side, and when the middle-aged mercenary leader was stunned, the whole person had already crossed the crowd.

The Charge skill activates instantly.

All of them could barely see an afterimage sweep by, and then a series of seven swords, one after another, as if falling snow, and before the movement could be frozen—everyone had already heard seven crackles like breaking leather.

Then the scene in front of me turned from static to static in an instant, and the optical illusion of vision opened up the time difference, and the seven mutilated zombies were already scattered like garbage, their limbs were scattered in the air, and they flew back from there.

Seven heavy objects fell to the ground, and the noble private soldiers below had already fallen to the ground.

As soon as Brando's offensive was retracted, the long sword flung back, and the man was already at the front of all the mercenaries. At that moment, everyone was slightly suffocated, although they had already known that this young nobleman was a gold-level strength, but at this moment, seeing him make a move without reservation, they still couldn't help but have a feeling of fascination.

It was as if he had stopped there.

The momentum of thousands of troops and horses was stiffened by this.

And it was at this time that a crusader executioner among the noble private soldiers also suddenly burst out, the behemoth roared in a low voice, and the axe in both hands seemed to suddenly rise from the ground, with a loud bang, the stone slabs on the street cracked, and the mud and sand flew, and this terrible monster had opened a group of more than a dozen noble private soldiers in front of him, and an axe was like Brando swinging it.

Brando stared at the thing motionlessly, remembering that he had been chased all over the auction hall in Pragues by the same thing a few months earlier, but at this moment, the movement of the thing seemed to him to be a slow-motion replay.

The young man believed that he could tear the other apart with just one sword.

But he didn't move.

A silver spear had already passed over his shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, the pointed fusiform spear had 'dang' repelled the great axe.

Not just knocking it back, but letting it snap at the root, and the entire axe blade flew far away with a metallic resound. Then it landed in the distance of the crowd, causing a scream.

Only then did the mercenaries stop, looking up at the behemoth, and each gasped.

Although they knew that the ghost of Madara was in the city, they couldn't help but feel scared when they saw these legendary monsters with their own eyes.

Just the tall crusader executioner was as dazed, it looked at the broken double-edged axe in his hand and only had a long handle, and then looked at the little silver elf girl who stood between him and the young man, and the soul fire in the black hole hole in his eyes flickered slightly.

"Your Lord." Medisa frowned, she was also an undead herself, and the aura on the undead's body made her feel familiar, but the pure killing intent on the other party's body also made the silver elf girl feel even more uncomfortable.

Brando didn't answer her words.

The young man turned his head and looked in a certain direction on the battlefield. When he saw the shadow move, he suddenly snorted coldly, and threw his right hand forward, and the black steel long sword in his hand suddenly shot out in that direction like a black lightning bolt.

'When' a metallic tremble—

The blacksteel longsword seemed to crash into a wall of air, and a cloud of sparks scattered in all directions, then flew out in a whirling motion. It hit the ground three times in a row, and it slid for a long distance before stopping.

The young man's gaze did not move, and he saw the air flow little by little, as if a translucent black mist was dissipating, and then revealing the tall skeleton behind him holding a battle axe and wearing brass battle armor.

The yellowish flames in the eye sockets of the black hole of Kabaith pulsed, staring at Brando motionlessly.

The battle axe in its hand had a deep notch on it, apparently where it had previously struck the black steel longsword. However, Brando didn't expect that a dignified deputy general of Madara, would use an ordinary battle axe.

He raised an eyebrow.

And at this moment everyone stopped.

Whether it was a noble private soldier or a mercenary, they all stopped and stared at this skeleton general who suddenly appeared.

Thanks to the War of the Black Roses, the name of 'Death' Kabaiz has not spread throughout the territory of Eruin, but at least it has long been a household name in the upper echelons of Eruin and throughout the South.

In particular, there are not many high-ranking generals from the skeleton class in the army of the undead in Madara, but this dark lord is the only skeleton general who also has the title of 'cunning'.

And its memorable brass armor from the Cruzlek dynasty three centuries ago made it instantly recognizable to these people.

"Card ...... ...... Kabais"

“…… The Undead General of Madara ......"

"How did you ...... here?"

The whispers swept across the battlefield like a black tide, and it was as if it was a cold and biting wind, making everyone's movements stop.

All of a sudden, the two sides stopped fighting in unison.

"That rumor is true," Kabaiz didn't care about what was happening around him, the tall skeleton general's eyes flickered with soul fire, and he looked at Brando: "You are proficient in the dark arts......"

Brando sneered.

"It's just a curtain of darkness, just a curtain." Young people are-for-tat.

But he was secretly watching his surroundings. The curtain of darkness blessed by Kabaith is not simple, it is not like the handiwork of ordinary corpse witches. He instinctively sensed that Roscoe was nearby.

"Who are you, young man?" Kabaith asked, his leaky voice hoarse and low: "The trick of the red bronze dragon Leto can deceive you ignorant nobles, but it can't deceive me—"

"You're their real leader, aren't you?"

"And you're the one who led the refugees of Riedenburg out of the encirclement of the adults, right?"

"Young Commander," Kabaith looked up, cracked his jaw and smiled silently, "I've wanted to see you for a long time, on this battlefield—"

As soon as this statement came out.

There was a gasp all around.

……

(PS. Today's two changes.)