The remnants of the army were defeated.

The previous battle seemed to be over in a moment, and Brando barely did anything, he just used his spatial element to forcibly press the knights behind those guards in place, and then Phoenix Fire shot out one by one to clean up those vulnerable ordinary people.

Instalon and Tagus had only taught a few of the men who had not long eyes to cross the line, and by the time they had put their swords back into their sheaths, there was only a bunch of town guards on the ground full of teeth.

To the laughter of Rozarin's knights, they had been pinned down the street by an invisible force, not to mention lifting their feet, and could not even move a finger, so they could only watch their men being beaten so dryly.

They were like puppets pinned to the corner of the street with their wingless dragons, lined up in a row, as if these guys who had been beaten all over the ground and were looking for teeth invited to cheer the audience, and in addition to watching, they could probably shout two sentences.

It's just that they haven't figured out how to organize their lines for the time being, and this one-sided battle has come to an end.

The knights didn't understand where the ghostly power that locked them in to death came from, but it didn't stop them from using their brains to guess who had done it.

Except for a few people -

For example, the short, dark-skinned knight who is still clamoring for Brando, a hillbilly, to show the big scene is probably wishful thinking that Brando is one of those solitary wanderers in the wilderness, and has never seen the power of human beings organized by order and state.

Instaron felt a little sad for the lord of Rosarin, and he wondered what had caused the lord to raise such a group of mentally handicapped people. Even if you haven't seen what your wanted opponent looks like, you won't even have an extra eye to ask why this person is wanted?

"Do you want me to shut him up?" Tagus asked with some grace behind Brando, probably a little annoyed by the guy. Madara is a silent country, and the noisy ones have probably been thrown into the abyss of eternal death to feed the ice dragons.

Beneath the dome of the Hall of the Eternal Death, apart from the clattering footsteps of the dark nobles on the smooth obsidian floor, the quiet breathing of the ice dragons remained, and the undead occasionally offered advice to their eternal and immortal queen, but to the point.

Brando shook his head, he wasn't going to do anything about it. What's more, that person's words have no effect other than to make himself ugly.

It's ridiculous, what kind of big scene he hasn't seen, he used to talk and laugh with the dragon of dusk. Little Roman doesn't know where to go higher than these guys, it's really too young, too simple.

He didn't let go of these knights because he knew that it was only the strikers of Lord Rosalin—of course, the strikers might be a bit too high-minded, because Brando had always suspected that these people were not coordinated. That's why he appeared in front of him first.

Subtle vibrations of the ground came from several directions, front and back. He could easily perceive that a large group of men was surrounding the place by maneuvering through several nearby streets. He guessed that their original intention should have been to surround their group and hand it over to the lord of Rosalin, but this somewhat complicated tactical arrangement was obviously difficult for these knights who were not even able to catch up with the local garrison in Cruz, and even in Eruin.

Although their individual strength was strong, they barely gathered together were at best a few stragglers, a far cry between a swarm of headless flies and a troop of soldiers.

These knights who inexplicably rushed forward in front of him made the lord's wish to surround him completely frustrated, and in short, he could now swagger out of this gap, leaving only a dashing back for the person who caught up behind the other party.

But Brando didn't do that, and he wanted to meet the lord anyway. Let's see if we can 'convince' him to let the Jade Phoenix family's fleet go, after all, riding the ghost ship of the undead is not a comfortable experience.

He only patted Huang Huo's somewhat tense shoulder. Signaling the latter to rest assured, and not to hold his sword so tightly, he was a little sorry for the sharkskin scabbard of the sword, which was covered with a beautiful layer of embroidery thread, and now these threads were almost soaked with sweat in the palms of this easy-to-serious little girl.

"Mr. Brando." Phoenix Fire realized her gaffe and hurriedly turned around to apologize to Brando - although her strength was the top in Rosalin, her mentality still could not get rid of the rookie mentality, even if she was calm, she inevitably overestimated the enemy's level and treated every battle as a battle of life and death.

Although such a mentality is not necessarily undesirable, it is too old-fashioned and dogmatic to be a human being and to crush an ant to death.

"You don't have to be so inhibited." Brando replied that he was a little optimistic about this Phoenix sister, he and Echo were good friends, so he also had the heart to promote each other in this relationship.

What's more, the phoenix fire is like a piece of simple jade, so that anyone with the heart of a warrior will inevitably be moved when they see it, and Brando can fully believe that as long as time passes, the other party's achievements will be limitless.

In the past, her name was not in "Amber Sword", perhaps because Jiufeng was too far away, or it could be that her time had not yet come.

He believed that once Phoenix Fire appeared in the game, it would be the top type of NPC, probably no less than the names of Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles, Grand Holy Seat Vala, and Blue Sword Saint Veronica, and maybe even comparable to Solomon and William.

The thought that popped into Brando's head startled all of him, a mortal with the potential to surpass the Silver People? He pressed his temple, wondering if he had been thinking too much these days, how could he have such a strange idea for no reason.

In Vaynd's history, such a figure has not yet been born, the average level of mortals is far from catching up with the Silver People, and the top group of mortals is often not as good as the top of the Silver People, although the growth span of mortals is indeed the largest among the Silver and Gold races, but the final position is far less than the latter.

Even after the Great Demon Tide, this tendency has only weakened, but it has not changed.

He couldn't help but take a closer look at Huang Huo, as if he wanted to see something in this little girl, but he didn't know that his gaze was a little rude, and even Huang Huo was a little blushing from him, thinking that Mr. Brando's gaze was a little strange.

It's a good thing that Mr. Liu is not here, otherwise he would probably think that Brando has something wrong with their princess.

Brando did have a 'non-dividing thought' about Phoenix Fire, but it wasn't the non-dividing thought that most people thought, but for the first time, he had the idea of accepting a student. Although he promised to teach little Phoenix swordsmanship in Butch, and he did carefully tune the other party for a period of time after that, but it was only to lay the foundation for little Phoenix for the future, and pave the way for his understanding of swordsmanship, firstly, because although little Phoenix was talented, he was not good enough to let him take a sideways step, and secondly, the latter was too different from his personality, and he should have a path of his own.

But in Brando's eyes, the talent in Phoenix Fire coincided with the talent he had seen in the top fighters, as if he was born with composure and calmness, and was born with a keen sense of combat. In Amber Sword, there is a term for such a talent, which is called fighting like instinct.

It sounds a bit like a beast, but it's also a beast, that is, battles full of wildness, often the most unpredictable and threatening for their opponents.

Such a talent can be encountered but not sought, but most of the people who become warriors, whether they are born or acquired, will carry some on them, including Brando himself, but there is a world of difference between conscious cultivation and unconscious possession.

He'd only seen in one person a person like a phoenix fire that naturally fused his innate calmness with a beastly flair for combat, and she didn't know it.

Not a person, to be exact.

It was the Sky Dragon Theoskraz, the strongest warrior the Dragons had ever seen, and his partner was the near-god of Twin Rose, the successor of the next generation of Dragon Gods.

Yes, in Brando's eyes, Phoenix Fire is a natural warrior, but not a swordsman, and her path is not the way to meet the enemy with a sword, and this little girl may not realize this herself, but Brando believes that one day she will understand this.

He looked up, and the tremors in the street were even more pronounced, and the knights not far away were still immobile like puppets. If in the past, he used the power of his own elements to fix such a few big living people, or a big living person with a golden strength level, he was afraid that the order point would disappear like flying, but now his order pool is standing still, that is to say, he fixed these people as if it was a natural reaction of the law, and he didn't use much force at all.

This is the difference between the plains with the poles and the plains without the poles. These people may not understand that they have already fallen into the shroud of Brando's Law Realm, but at the peak of the Extreme Realm, the material realm of the Law Realm is integrated, and outsiders can't see it with the naked eye.

If they had the strength to manifest the elements, they would be able to detect some differences slightly, but unfortunately they didn't.

…… (To be continued......)