Two or three more sword grids, the wind pressure from the elven sword and pale! His teeth were jailed apart, and his hair was blown back. He squinted his eyes and slid backwards with force, feeling like half of his body was about to tear apart.

Although he has not hit a sword by virtue of his experience so far, the health projected on the retina has actually dropped more than a few points downward. Brando understood that this was because the internal organs had been impacted and could not completely unload the force of the channel. This is also because his physique has nearly 7 energy levels, which is far tougher than ordinary people, if it is replaced by other people, it is estimated that if he can't catch a sword, he will directly shatter his internal organs and die.

But what made him secretly complain was that Alberton seemed to know this, and a sword was as tight as a sword, and he didn't even give him a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. There were several times when Brando couldn't help but wonder if this guy didn't care about his army at all, and although his side was also on the verge of collapse, the rows of skeleton soldiers in the valley over there were also almost overwhelmed.

Could it be that in the eyes of this guy, can he be stronger than an army alone?

Brando may not know that one of his ridiculous ideas is the one that comes closest to reality. "White Knight. Alberton may have been regarded as a hero of Eruin in his lifetime, but he was only a commentary on the awakening of an undead corpse, and the reason why it is classified as a blasphemy against the living in many light teachings that Vaynd is a distorted law of nature is because it is nothing more than another force, another thought, in the service of a body that should have decayed and returned to the earth.

It is itself and not a person, and to the undead its memories are nothing more than fragments of memories. There is a saying that the undead are not without fear, because their greatest fear comes from the memories of life, and some of the spirits will even get stuck in the memories of life and never be able to extricate themselves.

This is something more resistant to them than the extinction itself, and almost all of the undead avoid recalling, because when they do, they inevitably fall into fear.

But "Alberton may be one of the White Knights, a knight who is often caught up in memories of the past. It remembered the battle of the knights on the Golden Flower Plateau, as if looking at this qiē from another person's point of view, and the killing in its memory made it more calm and ruthless.

Therefore, at this moment, as a high-ranking general of Madara, the "White Knight" of the Apocalypse wants to kill potential enemies in the cradle for this dark country.

Obviously, it sees a potential, good commander as a far greater threat than a rabble.

It would even rather give up victory in the First World War than kill the young man.

However, Brando's appearance has far exceeded the undead sir's expectations. It was well aware of Eruin's school of swordsmanship, and Brando had obviously learned the most superficial of the army, perhaps with some court swordsmanship interspersed, but in general it was only at the level of a three-legged cat, but the level of such a three-legged cat made it useless again and again.

In the end, it only chose to use the absolute suppression of strength to grind the other party to death little by little. There was even some shamelessness in this style of play, which was a bit difficult for Alberton to accept for a man like Alberton who was a knight in life and after death, but for the sake of the oath under the three black scepters and under the black code, it indifferently chose to give up its honor, because Alberton knew that many people would choose the same as it, and Madara had to make such a choice.

"Martha is above, and Madara is always under your protection." The flames in the eyes of the undead knight were as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand had been ruthlessly slashed down.

But before he could make a shot, Brando had already dodged to the side early, as if he had expected it to do so. The pale fangs in the hands of the undead knight could only staggered with the young man every time, and occasionally guessed, but the other party would skillfully use shallow swordsmanship to unload the force

This qiē seemed to Alberton to be incredible.

Again! The soul fire in Alberton's eyes couldn't help but flash, since the beginning it has changed three swordsmanship in a row, at first it used the Eruin swordsmanship that he was most familiar with, and then the Eruin court swordsmanship, and the results were all guessed by Brando. At first, it thought that this kid was particularly familiar with his country's swordsmanship, and then he subconsciously changed to Madara's military black cross swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that Brando not only did not get used to it, but guessed more accurately"

If the undead also have the love of the living, it is estimated that "White Knight, Alberton is going to scold his mother at this moment."

But he didn't know that Brando's familiarity with Eruin's military swordsmanship was limited to him before the original game was level 30. In the long experience that followed, he had seen hundreds of high-level or high-level swordsmanship, but if there was one swordsmanship he was most familiar with

It must have been the knightly swordsmanship of the church knights, and the black cross swordsmanship of Madara.

Without him, practice makes perfect.

Knight swordsmanship was the one that Brando had used the most in his previous life, and the Black Cross swordsmanship was the one he had seen the most. Brando has been at war with Madara for seventy or eighty years in the game, and his knowledge of the opponent's popular military swordsmanship is as natural as eating and drinking.

Unfortunately, this does not mean that Brando is better at the moment.

Due to the suppression of the absolute strength of the knife Ying Erboton, he can fight back like a machine state, no matter how old the routine is, he can't stand up to the dexterity of the old energy level, and sometimes Brando can't even catch the opponent's hand movements, and he just guesses by experience.

And Brando soon felt that his body was gradually approaching the warning line, and if a person's body fell below half, then his strength and reaction would begin to decay. If it drops below a third, it will be difficult for a person to keep his movements out of shape.

It's only been three minutes since the battle began

Brando was already sweating profusely, and he gradually lost his room to think in the face of Alberton's pressing steps. At first, he could still take a moment to take a look at the situation on the battlefield, but as his body passed little by little, he now had to get close to full force every time he avoided Alberton's sword.

The number of sword exchanges has also become more frequent.

It's like a vicious circle, and the more he fights Alberton, the more he feels powerless. But the more he couldn't do it, the harder it was for him to avoid Alberton's sword.

Brando almost gritted his teeth and insisted, this insistence almost had nothing to do with death, compared to squeezing the potential out of the sour bones again and again, escaping from death again and again, the exhaustion that welled up from the depths of his soul seemed to be the feeling that he was going to sleep forever in the next moment, which made him almost want to give up completely.

But this time, he inexplicably remembered Freya and little Roman, and the cavalrymen who fought with him, and the feeling of blood boiling from his chest made him persevere. He knew that it was a responsibility, and he was responsible for what he had done and what he had said.

For a moment he closed his eyes, then opened them again, and saw a snowy light as far as he could see. Brando finally came to his senses at that moment, his scalp tingled, and he rolled off the ground almost in a pose that had nothing to do with Yakan.

But Alberton's power in the sword finally exploded at this moment

It struck forward with a sword, and the silver power pusher burned forward with a silver flame all over the mountains; It was like a silver moonlight, and it moved forward, silently, and the rocks cracked, and pieces of cold clothes fell backwards one by one.

Ascending the valley, a sword "cut out a bare hillside close to a hundred and fifty feet cone-shaped."

The cold wind blew, and there was silence in the valley.

There was silence for a moment.

Everyone was frightened, although they had heard of the power of the so-called second-strength grade silver, they had never seen this moment and witnessed such a miracle that was almost impossible for human beings to reach, and everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for the power itself from the depths of their hearts.

This awe is not even fear, nor is it despair, it is simply the worship of the great power of the insignificant mortals.

Even Leto, Mano and the others froze, they couldn't believe that Brando was fighting such a monster before, and they had been fighting for so long?

But they wasted their time in the back and didn't go to the young man's aid in time

Brando didn't say anything.

But these mercenaries felt a deep sense of shame in their hearts, and they all felt the heavy sense of responsibility in that young man at this moment, and the promise to each of them, it turned out that the young man who had always seemed to be relaxed had been seriously fulfilling.

If in the past they were blind worship of Brando, then at this moment, for the first time, these mercenaries felt a sense of belonging.

But where is Brando? They couldn't help but worry, would he survive such a blow?

White Knight "Alberton." The sword was withdrawn, and there was a clear sound.

"Brando!"

Freya was riding her horse down the hillside to where Brando had fought Alberton, but she was a step too late, when she saw the battle between the young man and Alberton.

It's as if it's over.

The sword in Freya's hand "clang." Falling to the ground with a thud, she could hardly believe what she saw, the young man who had brought her out of Buch, the young man who had told her to see the world outside the well, the shameless one.

That's all there is to it?

But she felt someone tap her on the shoulder, and the future Valkyrie couldn't help but look back in a daze, and she saw Charles.

The young wizard was staring down the hillside, his eyes motionless:

"Miss Freya, as long as I'm here, it means that the lord is not dead." "What?" The pony-tailed girl was stunned, not understanding the full meaning of Charles's words for a moment.

But she understood part of the one at the top

For she immediately saw the familiar figure crawl up from under a cloud of rubble.

Brando's whole body almost felt like he was about to fall apart, his shirt was completely shattered, and his forehead was covered in blood. I couldn't tell how many wounds there were.

But he still endured the pain and smiled proudly.

"Old fellow, I didn't expect you to miss this in the end"

Tian, everyone, good evening, just like that, peace of mind