"Look at that, Mr. Seber." The mercenary leader on the side took off the brass tube clairvoyant mirror and glanced at the minaret, and then quickly handed it to the noble lord beside him.

Lord Jinguo sat down calmly on his horse—the horses were of excellent blood Eruin Anlek, and the Eruin hussars used them to fight horses, and although they were later changed to bipedal wyverns, the nobles still showed their status on horseback—he took the clairvoyant and looked at it, and then handed it to his companion without changing his face: the chubby industrialist Burnley.

Lord Jin Guo was not too nervous. Even if the Earl of Doon died on their turf, it would only discredit them, and local nobles like them did not pay much attention to these things, and they valued them more profit. His Majesty the King was held accountable, and naturally there was Luc Besson, the old bastard, and they couldn't blame the local gentry.

To tell the truth, he wished something had happened to the Earl of Doon; However, he didn't dare to make it too obvious, and only deliberately miscalculated the situation and let his private troops gather before attacking the castle.

But there is one thing, he is bound to get people. He has an advantage when he gets people, and if he is captured by the people of the White-Maned Legion, it is estimated that the crime will be covered on his head if he is counted in the account of revising the military document.

Burnley smiled and took the clairie and looked at it, then said, "Someone is on top of the spire of the tower." ”

"Makalu, go and fetch my archers. The strength should at least be at the top of the white rank, and if you don't enter the stream, don't come, the opponent is a black iron swordsman. Lord Jin Guo pointed upwards and turned back to the mercenary leader from before.

"No problem, sir, just watch. Whether he's a Black Iron Swordsman or a Highland Knight, I'll call him a hedgehog. The mercenary leader said yes, turned his horse's head and left.

The aristocratic privates split into two columns at the back, carrying torches and letting the captain trot all the way over. Not far away, the knights were noisily running around on the river beach, and the scene was a mess of firelight.

Lord Jin Guo frowned: "What a vulgar fellow. ”

"They appeared there, could it be that the Earl of Doon was—" Burnley smiled and made a gesture to his neck.

"Hmph, the second ancestor of the Lules Boorman family. It's all about pleasing the saint with one mouth, and he thinks that he is an important minister around His Majesty and doesn't put the whole world in his eyes. Therefore, it is normal to die on the streets. Lord Jin Guo snorted from his nose.

"This wonderful man is a famous naturalist and connoisseur in the court, and it is because of this that His Majesty values him." Burnley points out the omissions in his companion's language, consciously or unconsciously.

"Riddler."

During the discussion between the two, they rode the newspaper. I saw the knight running up to them on a panting horse, and reported, "Your Excellency, the White-Maned Legion has arrived." ”

"Oh? How many people came? Lord Jin Guo asked.

"More than twenty, like pioneers."

"Shut them out." He pointed with his horsewhip and commanded.

"Yes—"

As soon as the knight left, another rode after him, and reported: "Your Excellency, the archers are in place." ”

Lord Jin Guo nodded: "That's enough, let Granson step up and attack the city." I had long suspected that they had the ability to fly, and now it seems that ** is not far from ten, but this time I told them to have wings and it is difficult to fly. ”

"That's a Highland Knight, what are you going to do with it?" Burnley asked.

"It was still a tricky thing to do, but since he blatantly killed that idiot, not to mention that he is a descendant of the Highland Knights, even if he is a member of the White Knights in service, no one can protect them."

Lord Jinguo looked up, just in time to see a dark shadow fall on the top of the spire, and then flew towards them with the two of them. He immediately tightened his horse's reins and turned around, just in time to see his archers spreading their longbows, and firing ten thousand arrows at the command of a sharp whistle.

*********

"Wow, lord! They have archers! Charles stumbled over the gargoyle's claws, screaming in fear.

"Nonsense, I saw it without you saying it!" Brando replied angrily. With a backhand sword, he cut a feather arrow in half and fell, and the force from his hand was faintly numb--his heart sank, the other party had at least a black iron first-class shooter--Speaking of which, the two of them were hooked by the gargoyle's claws, and the feathered arrows below flew one after another, crackling and striking the gargoyle's wings, and although he hadn't hung up for a while, he thought he couldn't keep himself busy when he flew a little closer.

"Fly down." He commanded in a deep voice.

"Flying down?" Charles' eyes widened, thinking that his lord must be insane. If you fly like this, you can't be shot as a hedgehog?

"We can't fly, it's too late to turn back, it's all around them. Rather than this, it is better to fight to the death, maybe there is still a glimmer of life. Brando let out a flat breath and stared at the crowd below in the dark.

"Your Excellency, you're really full of gambling."

"Believing in one's own ability is called bravery, pinning one's fate on luck is called recklessness, and the key is how to grasp the difference between recklessness and courage. That's one of my mottos in the game, and you remember it. Brando said back to his servant.

"Games?"

"Didn't I sue you, life is like a game, and a game is like life." Brando suddenly laughed, his chest was open, and he felt that his mind was clearer than ever.

The gargoyle flew a little lower, the sound of the whirring wind ringing in the ears of the two of them, and the two of them could almost make out the noble private soldier with the bow below. However, as soon as the bowstring moved, another wave of arrows flew. Brando gritted his teeth to block it, but he still grazed it with an arrow to the side, bringing up a splash of blood.

The gargoyle made a turn in the air to attract most of the firepower, as the most famous of the defense of monsters above level 20, even a blow from Brando's Wind Queen's Ring could not make it lose its mobility, and these drizzle-like bows and arrows naturally could not defeat it.

It's just a pity that its maneuverability in the air is also average, otherwise Brando could order it to use special flying skills to cover the two of them to fly out. Brando thought for a moment and took out a ruby from his bosom, which he had obtained from the nobleman's body: "Has your mana been restored?" ”

"Of course."

"Here, give me a bow."

"Bow?" Charles took the ruby and was stunned: "Lord Lord, at this time, a shield is better than a bow in my personal opinion. ”

"Offense is the best defense, Charr." Brando replied.

"Look at me—" The young mage nodded, holding up the gem. "Projection ability, force conversion, bow structure-" With the brilliant ruby as the center, invisible threads were drawn out, and they soon intertwined into a web of light, and the smooth surface was bent to form a long bow composed of lines.

The longbow has no substance, but is composed of threads, which is full of mysticism. The bow arms and strings are covered with esoteric law textures and ancient runes, representing the power under this law. Because the tectonic itself is a kind of law magic, a sub-branch of gem magic. It is used to exchange the energy in the gem to materialize the thread of the law in this world - the materialization of this bow represents the only law that is the ability to project.

Therefore, it does not need arrows and can shoot as well.

Seeing Brando take the bow, Charles reminded, "I only have enough mental energy for it to fire the bow four times. ”

"Try it."

The third wave of arrows came as scheduled.

*********

"What kind of monster is that?" Lord Jinguo asked, pointing to the gray creature behind Brando, with a huge wingspan. Burnley's eyes flashed beside him, but he didn't answer.

"It's a gargoyle, my lord, the creation of a craftsman from Bucca, a kind of war puppet."

Instead, a mercenary replied respectfully beside him.

"That's a gargoyle?" Lord Jinguo's face changed. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, he had long heard that the highland wizard of Karasu was a branch left behind by the wizard of Buga, and it seemed that the rumors were indeed credible. He couldn't help but think a little in his heart, it was okay to offend the highland knights, but it was a matter of life to offend those great wizards in Buga.

"Sir Seber, we have no choice." Burnley's eyes moved, and he pushed to the side.

Seeing Lord Jin Guo suddenly turn back to look at him made the industrialist's heart suddenly startled, and he realized that he seemed to have gone a little too far. The fat man smiled and shook his head: "But it's true that Wizard Buga is not easy to offend—"

Lord Jin Guo raised his head again, a little uneasy in his heart.

*********

Brando struck the arrows with his sword, then threw the sword he had gotten from the guard. He raised his bow, searching for the commander of the opposing archer, but soon a man came into his sight.

Makaru, the leader of the mercenaries, stood in the middle of the ranks of archers, and at first he could hardly believe that the other party had swooped down on the position so boldly. But he quickly recognized the monster - it was a gargoyle, and the experience of long battles immediately gave him a hint of foreknowledge of danger.

He immediately shouted to the adjutant on the side: "Close enough, let the archers come with another volley!" ”

The aristocratic private soldiers understood the meaning of this sentence, and a volley was followed by free fire. Then the cavalry on both sides will be ready to block off the field.

The privates spread their bows one after another.

Brando took a breath as well, the bow trembling slightly in his hand. While the Bow of Law does not require skill, it is difficult for him to maintain balance on the undulating claws of the highlands. He took aim for about a few seconds, and with ease he opened his bowstring, a white light came out of his hand—a white light that struck Makalu about five meters behind him through the crowd, splashing a cloud of rubble.

"Oh." Charles sighed from the side.

Instead of panicking, Brando appeared more composed. He fired his bow again, and the arrow went through the two men and struck an archer behind Makaru, blasting the latter straight away.

He fired his bow again, and Makaru was already retreating in panic, thinking it was a wizard attacking him—any ordinary person would subconsciously tremble when faced with a wizard.

The arrow knocked the opponent's lieutenant off his horse, and Brando had corrected it more accurately.

"The last arrow, my lord! They're going to fight back! ”

Brando frowned at the sight of Makalu burrowing into the crowd. He hesitated, then turned his head and fired an arrow into the group of archers, which blasted three or four people through the dense crowd, and the archers on either side were so frightened that they retreated.

As soon as the center retreated, the formation of the private soldiers under the push was suddenly chaotic.

This gave Brando time, and he realized that he was right, and immediately ordered the gargoyles to lift up and go over the heads of the men. But just as he thought there was danger, a lasso shot out of the crowd and hit one of the gargoyles' wings accurately.

Brando was horrified, and looked back - it was the mercenary leader, Makaru.

At this time, the gargoyle had already flown very close to the ground, and the two of them and the war puppet were dragged down from the sky.

The gargoyle dragged the rope and drew a half-arc in the sky, and then crashed into the river beach not far away. Makalu shouted excitedly, he let go of the rope, and shouted at the private soldiers beside him, regardless of the blood on his hands: "Go! Get them! ”

The scene seems to have been reversed immediately.

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