In any case, in the countryside of Riedenburg, Brando's sword when he got out of the car was indeed shocking, enough to shock everyone on the left and right who was scheming and ready to move, and even made these people seem to get stuck in their throats after the murderous sword - they could only stand obediently on the side. For a while, although the street was still congested, everyone understood that there was a guy who was not easy to mess with in the carriage, and turned to keep a subtle distance from the carriage.

And the corpses of the two unlucky ghosts were also placed under the carriage in such a grand manner, the young man didn't say what to do with it, and the others naturally didn't dare to overstep the line, so they could only pretend not to see it. Moreover, the two corpses were a deterrent in themselves - the people who came up from behind looked at the corpses, and then at the carriage that seemed to be separated from the rest of the crowd, and immediately understood where to go and where not to go.

Brando, who was sitting in the carriage, was equally worried, wondering where Freya was and why she hadn't come yet.

But the worry in his heart was not written on his face, and he turned his head to look outside. At this time, a group of fierce and vicious people followed behind the carriage, and those who stood in their way were pushed aside, and the slightest resistance was a severe beating.

"It's really a wave of unsettled, and a wave of rises." Brando frowned, one hand alertly resting on his sword.

"Who are they?" Charles asked, looking outside.

"Merchants in the city." The coachman was frightened enough at first, and when Brando drew his sword to kill, he was so frightened that he wanted to abandon the car and run away, but he didn't react a little at this time - the more powerful this man is, the better his chance of survival, isn't it.

"It seems that he is also a bully." Brando looked at the faces of these people, and then looked at the coachman's face with clear disapproval, but he didn't dare to say a word, and knew who was outside.

"Your peers don't look like nice people, little Roman." He looked back and said.

"It's okay." Little Roman sat next to him - with a look on my face that was safe.

As they spoke, the group had come to the carriage, and at first they seemed intent on snatching Brando's carriage down, but their faces changed when they saw the two corpses outside the carriage. They were different from the people before them, these merchants and their guards had an eye for who to oppress and who it was best not to provoke.

They hesitated, then shoved on. However, these guards were used to bullying and dominating the market on weekdays, and they did not take it seriously at the critical moment, and soon many people were squeezed to the side of Brando's carriage - soon a middle-aged man was pushed and stumbled over, and his head hit the wheel of the carriage, and blood flowed immediately.

"Father!" A childish, panicked voice rang out from the crowd.

The middle-aged man snorted, and climbed up with the carriage on his own, and rushed straight at the guard who pushed him, and the guard was caught off guard and fell headlong into the crowd.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The middle-aged man immediately turned around and ran into the crowd, and with one hand he picked up the little boy and turned to run. But how could the comrades of the guards allow him to be presumptuous here, he had just found his son when he was crushed to the ground by those men from behind.

"Let go of my father!" The little boy was anxious, crying as he pushed away the guards who were pressing on the middle-aged man. But how could he have this ability, he was pushed aside by the other party with a wave of his hand.

The guard, who had been knocked to the ground, finally got up, and while cursing loudly, he drew his sword and walked over, grabbed the middle-aged man's hair with one hand and twisted his head up, and shouted, "Hillbilly, don't you want to live, do you?" Lao Tzu will fulfill you today. ”

The middle-aged man trembled and struggled unwillingly, but was suppressed by the other party's accomplices and couldn't move. The people around them all looked away when they saw this scene, although there was inevitably some sadness and desolation in their hearts, but no one dared to stand up.

The guard raised his sword as he swore foul language, and before he could stab it, a sword wind swept open the carriage door, splitting it in two, and shot straight out. The sweeping transparent ripples didn't just knock the sword in the guard's hand, causing it to fly out and thrust into a wooden door not far away—the guard suddenly screamed, and he grabbed his bloody hand, which was already broken at the wrist.

And this sudden change startled the other party's comrades, and they subconsciously drew their swords. Brando also drew his sword and got out of the carriage, and there was a long sword sheath with a clang.

"Who are you?" The merchant in the back asked in a shrill voice, and he also saw the extraordinary nature of Brando's sword. However, when he saw that it was a young man, and when he saw that he was not dressed like a nobleman, his vigilance naturally eased a lot. After all, this businessman has only been squatting in Lidenberg all his life, and he has not much knowledge. If he was a nobleman, he would at least recognize how dangerous Brando's sword was.

Brando glanced at him, not bothering to say a word to the scumbag.

However, his sword changed his position suddenly. Those who were oppressed before were old and young, men and women, and they had long been unaccustomed to what the other party did, but they didn't have the ability or the courage to resist, and now that a person who seemed capable stood up, they subconsciously chose to side with Brando.

Brando became not only their savior, but also their natural leader. So the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became subtle, the businessman was going to bully the few people with more people at first, but when he saw the crowd surrounding behind Brando, he suddenly couldn't make up his mind for a while.

A flock of sheep is not scary, but it is different when led by a lion. Brando is the lions leading the sheep at the moment.

Of course, if the merchant knew that Brando was a man who could kill his rabble back and forth two or three times, he probably wouldn't think so. He hesitated, and the wailing of the guard with the severed hand on the ground upset him.

And it was at this time that another team also came to the field. As soon as Brando looked at the other man's attire, he recognized it as the security cavalry of Fort Reeden.

Because Fort Ridden was garrisoned by a regiment of swordsmen from the White-Maned Legion, it was a garrison, so there was no garrison. Local security and township clearance are generally done by local guards and security cavalry, but these two units are not formally established and belong to the local noble councils. In the early years, the emergence of local guards and security cavalry was also a sign of the growth of local power.

However, most of these non-professional local troops have become local tyrants, and compared to them, the previous businessman is probably a law-abiding citizen. The most ridiculous thing in Brando's memory is that the local guards and security cavalry in Fort Ridden even hate each other, to the point of hiring players to grab territory.

When he used to do this series of tasks, he remembered it well. Therefore, when I see these people now, I subconsciously have some disgust.

"What are you doing here, street fighting?" The tall cavalry captain put on a stand as soon as he spoke. He squinted at the merchant, and the expression on his face loosened slightly: "Isn't this Mr. Makov, the great dye merchant of Bonoan, how is your business?" ”

Makovpi nodded with a smile: "It's okay, Captain Uliel." But there is a person here, who killed people in the street and injured me, what do you think? ”

The cavalry captain frowned, he was still in the mood to take the opportunity to blackmail this guy in normal times, but now that the city was about to be destroyed, there was nothing extra to think about. However, he is used to being powerful on weekdays, and he still subconsciously puts on a condescending attitude: "Who are you?" ”

Brando glanced at him and casually said, "Doon." ”

The cavalry captain frowned, and looked at Brando suspiciously. But at this time, there was a sudden commotion behind the crowd, and one or two frightened screams sounded from behind: "Monster, monster!" There are a lot of monsters in the back! ”

"It's the undead, everyone run!"

Madara's advance force arrived.

The speed of the advance of the men behind suddenly increased, and the pushing inevitably affected Makov's guards and Yuliel's men in front. But how could these guards let the people behind squeeze to the front, and suddenly picked up the sheathed sword and struck it on the head of the person who rushed up, and the people behind couldn't advance and retreat for a while, and the cry suddenly resounded.

Ulliel frowned when he saw this, he was different from the hillbilly merchant, he had seen some of the world. Knowing that the block could not be blocked in this situation, he could only find another way, but his eyes quickly fell on the heads of the people in front of him.

"You," he pointed to Brando, "you get the carriage here, and you guys, come and block the road!" Get out of the way of the rest of the way, let's go to the front! ”

As soon as he said this, the civilians behind Brando were stunned. Originally, the actions of Ulliel and his party had already made these people secretly dissatisfied, and they put on a posture of not caring about human life, and used their swords to block those fleeing behind them.

"Why?" Someone in the crowd asked dissatisfied.

"Nonsense." Ulliel let his men put on a position, and the long sword was unsheathed: "As a citizen of Fort Riden, it is your duty to help the security cavalry force maintain order, why, you want to resist?" ”

Everyone looked at the cavalry lined up, the long sword was cold and bright—and then looked at the street behind it that was caught in a raging fire—the blue flames were indescribably strange, especially the shadows of some bone frames looming in the rising smoke, and they didn't know how to answer for a while.

All eyes fell on Brando.

"***, it's really not good to be a bird." Brando suddenly felt uncomfortable. However, he couldn't help but sigh secretly as he looked at the civilians who were being stopped by Makov's guards on the other side of the sword, and saw the desperate sparkle in their eyes.

In any case, half of his soul comes from modern times, and in his bones he represents a civilized, orderly, and peaceful society, which is one of his greatest prides and must not be trampled on.

He leaned forward slightly, and entered the most basic attack stance of Eruin's military swordsmanship:

"I'll sound dozens of times, count to ten, if you don't get out, don't blame me for being unkind."

Brando replied lightly.

Everyone was stunned -

Ulliel and Makov, in particular, almost thought there was something wrong with their ears. The cavalry captain almost felt himself slapped in the face, and he couldn't help but be so angry that he didn't even want a basic fig leaf, and shouted: "Kill him!" ”

The cavalry raised their swords and swarmed up.

(PS. I'll keep writing about it today, and I'll see what happens.) Ask for a guaranteed monthly pass for the next month.)