The 148th Act Dawns (the third update, asking for support, the recent results have been dismal)

When the young man finished speaking, he gasped heavily; He couldn't help coughing twice, and his face turned a little gray.

"But anger can't be eaten, young man," replied an older mercenary, looking at him with some unbearability, "you and them are the first to pawn, and they are talking to you about fists." They have big fists, what can you do? We're all here, but they're still ignoring it, why? Because they are not afraid of us at all. ”

"Even if we want to attack the city, can we fight it?" Another person also said: "Don't be unrealistic, don't forget that bastard also has an army on his hands." ”

The young man in the gray-blue robe gritted his teeth, but he couldn't answer.

But it was at this time that there was an uproar in the crowd. Everyone was stunned, and those mercenary leaders immediately turned around vigilantly and shouted, "What are you doing, what's wrong?" What a mess."

"Chief, it seems that there are people in the city again. They have reinforcements," the mercenaries near the city gate immediately shouted.

Hearing this answer, everyone frowned.

And reinforcements?

No wonder there is no fear.

……

In fact, when Rothko led his people up the city wall, he saw a crowd of people not far below the city gate.

So much so that at this moment, looking down from the city fortress, the entire plain outside the city was a sparkling bonfire. And around the campfire, there are longing figures, and it is impossible to count how many mercenaries or adventurers there are.

The pale-faced young man couldn't help but snort coldly.

He looked back at the rows of soldiers wrapped in black cloth behind him, and he knew that hidden underneath it was a terrifying skeleton of bones - the skeleton soldiers, one of the most basic components of Madara's ruthless killing machine.

His gaze returned to the plain, a little impatient, but he still maintained a cold tone and said to the human officers beside him: "Shout, tell them to give them half an hour to leave, otherwise they will be killed." ”

His words were as cold as a knife.

After all, the necromancer would rather return to his basement room to study the materials he had stolen from the human library than to direct the battle here.

The aristocratic officer gave him a cautious look and hurriedly bowed his head. He wondered where this strange friendly army came from, but he knew that it was reinforcements sent by the lord - he didn't dare to ask if it was the retainers of the ruthless baron's side, but he had no doubt that the mysterious warriors standing side by side with them could be the army of the undead from Madara.

After all, this may be too unbelievable in any way.

The aristocratic officer returned to the city wall and straightened his throat, but his heart was secretly proud; He was already dissatisfied with being surrounded by these lowly mercenaries, you must know that they are used to being arrogant on weekdays, and they expected that there would be a day when it would be their turn to be besieged by others.

Even if it's just a siege but not an attack, it makes enough people to feel that they have lost face. He immediately beckoned the wizard apprentice not far away, and commanded in a grand manner:

"Crystals."

The wizard apprentice didn't dare to slack off, and immediately inspired the amplification technique on the crystal.

The noble officer nodded with satisfaction, as if at this moment he was already the commander of a thousand armies commanded by Eruin, cleared his throat, and then shouted towards the city:

"Listen to me, untouchables below—"

……

"Listen to me, untouchables below—"

The shouts of Grudin's officers immediately set off a brazen assault among the mercenaries under the city*; Everyone stopped in unison, looked back in the direction of Fir City, and waited with bated breath for the other's next step.

But there's no more to it -

For the officer had barely opened his mouth when he suddenly froze, and the amplification crystal that he had snatched from the wizard's apprentice fell to the ground with a 'click' - the whole person was stunned and could not make a sound.

He raised his head and watched as the mercenaries below suddenly began from the back of the entire crowd after a commotion, as if a giant beast had passed by, and the crowd silently and automatically split into two sides; And the giant beast formed in the shadows was silently moving forward, approaching the city gate little by little.

What is that?

Not only him, but Rothko also narrowed his eyes, looking motionless in that direction as if petrified.

……

"Everyone"

By the campfire, a young man in a gray-blue robe looked at the people present with some disappointment: "Can't we fight with blood once, even if it's just once?" Yes, we are mercenaries, adventurers, but mercenaries also have the glory of mercenaries, and this glory is the glory of guarding our comrades on the battlefield-"

He looked at the others and asked, "Are we already going to throw away this glory, but if we don't rely on our companions and comrades, what are we called mercenaries?" ”

His words brought a silence that seemed to echo the silence of a distant shout at the city gates.

The mercenary captains looked at each other, but they still hesitated. They want to give an explanation to their subordinates, but this explanation is not so simple.

No one wants to show weakness, but after all, it is a head-on challenge to a lord of the kingdom, a baron, and even the son of Count Denel.

If they choose to fight, there may be no place for them in this kingdom in the future.

This choice puts them in a dilemma.

The young man let out a long sigh: "I'm sorry, it seems that I am too strong...... "He stood up and said, "All right, but in any case, those unjust souls on the cross need an answer, and I know your difficulties—and therefore what you cannot answer, I will answer for you." ”

"If someone needs to die, let me die with my companion this time. I only hope that you will never forget the day when that cold-blooded baron trampled not only on the lives of your companions, but also on your dignity. ”

With that, he turned and left.

But before he could take two steps, someone stopped him: "Young man"

The young wizard apprentice paused.

"Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood, have you forgotten what the adult asked you to pass on? I think he probably meant that one day it would bring us justice—"

"Do you believe it?" The young man interrupted him with a cold snort, and he turned his head: "Do you believe this perfunctory answer?" None of those so-called high-ranking big people are good-"

His words were abruptly broken.

The young man's pupils dilated in circles, and he watched in disbelief as the crowd behind him stirred, and then parted layer by layer. Like a receding tide, or an invisible beast splitting the crowd and forcing them to move to both sides.

The campfire was dimming slightly, and the air was rapidly cooling.

The ground was frosty at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Then the young wizard apprentice took a light breath, he already saw the figure behind the crowd.

A young man, a little girl, one man and one sword.

Single-handedly, unstoppable.

Brando took Funya by one hand and walked forward step by step, he moved forward, the momentum of the golden order was like an invisible sword separating the crowd, and those who were a little slower were almost unable to breathe by the cold breath.

No one dared to stand in the way, and a wide avenue immediately opened between him and the south gate of Fir City.

None of them dared to make a sound, and all the mercenaries and adventurers present watched this scene silently:

Watching Brando pass between them, watching the mercenaries behind them keep a certain distance and surround them, a group of people silently followed one by one, as if it were the relationship between a knight and a king.

They also saw the young man holding the little girl in his hand without saying a word, slowly walking under the city gate and stopping.

Everyone watched the scene.

Funia also looked up at Brando, her emerald green eyes full of dependence; The little girl put her little hand in the warm palm of Brando's hand, and the two of them walked all the way, through the dark forest, through the wilderness under the cover of night, and she always had this feeling in her heart:

It's like mom and dad.

It is warmth and stability.

Brando's brother's hand is like a harbor.

Brando also raised his head, and his cold eyes reflected the pale face of the noble officer.

"What do you want me to hear," the young man's voice was not high, but it was clearly audible throughout the silent camp: "Soldier? ”

The aristocratic officers standing at the head of the city were stunned.

He opened his mouth, and although he was only glanced at by the young man, it was like a sword in the chest. He subconsciously turned around and wanted to go to Roscoe for help, but found that the figure of the other party had long disappeared from the city wall.

He secretly complained in his heart, but he was forced by Brando's momentum to stammer, "I...... I mean, you, you...... Each of you...... Their...... Spread out, no...... Otherwise...... Case...... Lawfully kill on sight. ”

There was a commotion among the mercenaries under the city, and they all knew that the cold-blooded baron would never joke with them; Therefore, when this order was given, many people suddenly wavered a little.

But Brando just nodded.

"Finished?"

He asked.

"It's over, it's over......" The aristocratic officer broke out in a cold sweat on his hands, he didn't know why he was so frightened, obviously that kid was far away from him, but he always had the illusion that a sharp sword was hanging above his head.

Brando nodded again.

"Well, then, now it's my turn to say-"

With that, he took a step forward, pressed the scabbard down with his left hand, and grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand—when the long sword was unsheathed—as if it were a silver spark; However, everyone saw the young man pull a long silver line from the bottom up

But that's not the line.

It's the trajectory of the sword.

Bottom-up.

A ripple followed Brando's sword, and before the wind could reach it, the gate had 'clicked' inward, and then disintegrated into powder in an instant......

Ripple moved forward, and the gate fortress collapsed in half along the neat cut with a thud from Brando's sword......

The sword wind swept by, like the wind blowing away the castle made of sand, and a section of the city wall close to ten meters long collapsed into powder and ashes in an instant.

Brando danced his sword in mid-air in a semicircle, then took a step back.

Collect the sword.

Also sheathed.

There was a soft 'click', and the long sword was broken into four pieces

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