Act 225 Your Sword Shines Forever, Eruin (I)

The Black Wolf Lord ran at the front, his hair was black and hard as steel thorns, and his eyes seemed to burn with green fire, like a newborn demon in hell; As it ran, it landed on all fours, its sharp minions shining coldly, and it ran wildly on the dead leaves of the forest, and the soldiers' eyes could not keep up with its speed, and they could only watch it go from another hill to the valley, and from the valley to the woods opposite, and all the feathered arrows fell behind it, and watched it approach.

The herald gave the order to level the spears with trepidation, but the noble soldiers of Georgia retreated in waves, and there seemed to be a few visible ripples on the position. Sir Gruse and his knights were supposed to oversee the battle with their swords, but the wolf plague was a nightmare for generations of Tonigel and the people of the forest—the dark shadow of the forest was the omen of the end that devoured a qiē in mythology—and the knights turned pale.

"How did you come across this," Grus cursed.

The Gruss are still holding their ground, and the mountain people are even more afraid of the wolf disaster, and several tribes in the rear have already secretly dispersed, and the tribes in front are also in chaos, which is the fear that has been heard since childhood, rooted in the heart, once it spreads, it is like a disaster that falls from the sky, and no matter how brave the warrior is, he will lose his armor and lose his armor.

The black wolves saw that they were in front of the formation, less than a hundred paces, and the archers' projections had no effect on them at all. Sir Grussia's golden strength and excellent eyesight can see at a glance that even the hair of a black wolf cannot penetrate the soft shot. The army behind him was advancing, and the grizzly lord was cunning, vacillating, and could not be relied on, he could only order his soldiers to step forward, and people could not outrun the black wolf, nor horses, Sir Grussia, who had lived in the south for thirty years, knew this very well.

The cold in the forest is overwhelming, but what is even colder is the chill in the heart. There are only a few hundred black wolves, and they look like foals, and they are so fast that they seem endless. The sweat in the palms of his hands condensed on the hilt of the sword, as if his breath had also condensed.

But a young knight ran out of the forest first.

Brando looked up.

Gruss first thought it was his scout, but then found out that it wasn't. The young man looked up at him, the two facing each other from a distance, but he felt completely seen through.

"Who are you?" Gruss rose a bad premonition.

"Sir Grussia, when you dream now, can you still afford to turn back on the decisive turn on the battlefield of Condenthal, you lost your honor on the battlefield, and now I bring it back to you."

As soon as Brando opened his mouth, he screamed, and his face turned pale, as if he had fallen into the deepest nightmare. Sir Gruss shuddered and pointed at Brando: "You...... You ......" Twenty years ago, he thought no one knew about the incident of him leaving his comrades on the battlefield and running away, but now a young man has exposed it.

Brando was silent, he didn't actually mean to mock the other party, as he said, he was just bringing back the lost honor for the other party.

The black wolves behind him were already pouring out like a tide, horses and wolves were opposite creatures, but Brando could stand still in the wolf tide while riding on a horse, and the strange scene made people's hearts even more terrifying. Then the black wolf collided with the noble soldiers of Grus.

It was as if the black pigment had blended into the gray-green front.

Time slowed down for a moment, and the flat spears stabbed at the pony-sized black wolf, but the metal spear tip couldn't penetrate the black wolf's hard hair, let alone the rock deck below. The spears bent and cracked along the grain, snapping, and the broken sawdust sent a cloud of smoke rising from the first line of the position.

Most of the noble soldiers of the Grez are still only white, and the junior non-commissioned officers in the infantry often have the strength of the black iron rank, how can they be the opponent of the black wolf in the silver median; The first line of defense, which consisted of thousands of infantry, was pierced almost instantly, becoming a sieve full of holes.

The human soldiers began to retreat in a series of cries and screams.

Sir Gruss seemed to have only then recovered from his nightmare, and he immediately ordered his knights to stabilize the second line of defense. The knights, all of whom had the power of silver, took command as soon as they entered the position, trying to stabilize the morale of the army with the help of ordinary soldiers.

But the position of the Gruss had begun to habitually collapse towards the center, and the wolves tore a huge opening, which was right in the middle towards Sir Gruss at the top of the hill. It's just that it seems that because of what Brando said before, this knight who made Denel never retreated, holding a long sword and silently watching the development of the battle below.

The knights seemed to have been instructed to enter the two wings, and the two wings, which had been the least attacked by the black wolves, quickly stabilized, and the Greuss gradually discovered that the number of black wolves was actually small, and after a commotion, the soldiers began to try to pick up from the back.

Abandoned the main front?

What a bold decision.

Brando looked up in the midst of the wolves, and he was no more than a kilometer away from Sir Gruster. This distance is not far from the battlefield of Vainde, and it can be said to test the courage and wisdom of the commanders on both sides.

The Lord Sir stood motionless, looking at him, as if he were gambling with himself to surround him and the wolves.

Such courage did not surprise Brando, because he had expected it.

In just a moment, the wolves were completely encircled. Two hundred black wolves, as well as more than a hundred shadow rock beasts in the middle of black iron, faced dozens of times the number of human soldiers. It is no longer possible to retreat, and the comparison between the two sides is who will arrive first to win.

Brando raised the sword of the earth.

The wolves automatically carved a path for him, and the Pegasus, who sat down, seemed to feel the urging of his master, and began to speed up. His mount was no ordinary Pegasus, but a gift from the Dryads - a spirit of nature with silver blood flowing in it, a descendant of St. Macaranal, a silver seed, a fantasy creature of the same level as a unicorn, stronger and faster than the average Pegasus, and possessing the ability to manipulate plants and the wind - Brando was now riding on the wings of the wind and riding against the wind.

Like an elongated white line, there were no wolves in front of him, but pale-faced human soldiers with spears in hand. The long sword in Brando's hand drew an arc, as if seven long swords appeared at the same time, and more than a dozen spears were picked up by him at the same time.

Brando's left hand stretched forward and shouted, "Tempest, give me authority." ”

This is the elemental two-ring wind spell, Beam.

The burst of air erupted scatteringly, and Brando felt like a hurricane behind him, and he moved forward, and the wall of wind moved forward, and the soldiers in front of him were pushed into the air to form a hemispherical wall of people, and the wall of people spread out in midair, and these unlucky creatures fell far into the crowd.

The black wolf lord with a towering back like a giant beast walks side by side with his master, it is born with the strength of the silver peak, after the rocking, the shoulder armor, forehead and back all give birth to banded rock decks, and the strength and defense are greatly improved, at this moment it is close to the golden primary level, ordinary soldiers can't get close to it at all, it has a wolf howl, and it can scare a group of people with weak legs with its momentum alone.

A man and a wolf instantly opened up an unmanned belt nearly fifty meters long in the crowd. Behind them, the black wolves followed, widening the passage.

But two knights slashed out, one left and one right, trying to block Brando's way. The sword of the earth in Brando's hand was flat, a sword light, the armor was flat, and the upper bodies of the two knights and the heads of the war horses flew high together.

Kill the silver tier in seconds.

All the Grustian noble soldiers who were rushing up were frightened at this moment, and Qi Shushu stopped, the golden realm, this is no longer a battle that mortals like them can intervene in.

Brando's horse marched forward, and the enemy's soldiers retreated one after another to open a way for him, as if they were facing each other on the battlefield. Sir Grussia also turned pale, such a young gold level, this is definitely a genius that Eruin can count.

And this is not the golden level, seeing the realm of the elements shining on Brando's sword, Grus felt that the hope in his heart had turned to freezing.

"What the hell is going on, these rebels ......"

But Brando saw that Grus still had no intention of moving, and he already knew it in his heart. He looked around, and two gold-level fluctuations had erupted in a row among the crowd, "Sure enough, there is an ambush, more than two gold-level." He looked at the two swordsmen who killed him, both of them were golden beginners, with raw faces, who were either secretly cultivated or hired, and the family background of the great nobles was certainly rich.

Brando showed no signs of nervousness, he still moved forward, raised his sword and slashed at the first golden swordsman to rush at him. This sword even the power of the sprint of men and horses is not reserved at all, and a sword slashes straight ahead, like a meteor galloping, and it is indomitable.

That made the Golden Swordsman of the Denel family almost not frightened, he had never seen such a madness, knowing that it was a one-on-two and completely abandoning the defense, this sword was clearly 'I will give you a sword if I don't want to' - no technical content, but enough to scare people crazy.

But of course, he didn't want to die with Brando, but this sword came too fast, and it was too late to dodge, so he could only raise his sword to parry. He was already extremely depressed in his heart, he was the first to attack, but he was pressed back by the opponent's crazy style of play. He could only count on his companion to take advantage of Brando's desperate opportunity, the two of them had been working together for many years, and they would not miss such an obvious opportunity.

But what happened next was a little unexpected for him. I saw Brando's sword slash at his blade, the huge force almost didn't break his hand, this guy 'kicked' back again and again, gritting his teeth and scolding while trying to find balance, but as soon as he raised his head, he found that Brando didn't seem to need to find the center of gravity again, and it was already a perfect sword split.

This surprise is really out of the sky.

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