The Amber Sword

Scene 53: Life and Death

"Mr. Sebel, look at that." The mercenary leader at the side took off the brass tube telescope and glanced at the minaret, then quickly passed it to the noble master around him.

Lord Jin Guo sat on the horse calmly—the horses were the Eruin Allek horses of good blood. The Eruin horse cavalry used them to fight the horses. Although later changed to two-footed dragons, the nobles still rode. To show his identity-he took a telescope and glanced at it, then handed it to his companion: the chubby industrialist Burnley.

Lord Golden Fruit was not too nervous. Even when Count Duane died on their site, it was nothing more than a disgrace to them. Nobles like them did not pay much attention to this, and were more profitable. Her Majesty the King was held accountable. Naturally, there was the old **** Luc Besson standing, and it was no wonder that the gentry in these places were on their heads.

To be honest, he couldn't wait for what happened to Count Duane; but he didn't dare to make it too obvious, but only deliberately estimated the wrong situation to gather his personal soldiers before launching an attack into the castle.

But one thing is that he is bound to get it. He only has the advantage if he gets the person. If the person is arrested by the members of the White-Maned Legion, it is estimated that the crime of amending the military documents will be put on his head.

Burnley took a smile on the telescope and said, "Someone is on the spire of the tower."

"Makaloo, go and tune my archers. At least you need to be high-ranked. If you don't enter the stream, don't come. The opponent is a black iron swordsman." Lord Jinguo pointed up and turned back to the previous one. The mercenary commander ordered.

"No problem, sir, you just watch it. Whether he is a black iron swordsman or a highland knight, I must call him a hedgehog." The mercenary chief gave a promise and turned away from the horse.

The noble personal soldiers were separated into two columns at the back, holding the torch to let the captain trot all the way. Not far away, the knights roared around on the river beach, and the scene fluttered with flames and chaos.

Lord Golden Fruit frowned. "What a rude guy."

"They appeared there, did the Count Duane already--" Burnley smiled, gesturing with a swipe around his neck.

"Huh, the second ancestor of the Lules Boerman family. It was all about one's mouth to please the Holy Ghost, and he thought that the dignitaries around His Majesty didn't take the whole world into his eyes. Such a person was arrogant and arrogant. It's annoying. So it's normal to cross the street. "Lord Jin Guo hummed from his nose.

"This wonderful man is a well-known naturalist and connoisseur in the court, and His Majesty valued him because of this." Burnley pointed out the omission of his companion's language intentionally or unintentionally.

"Jester."

Between the two discussions, Yiqi Feibao. I saw the knight rushing towards them in a panting steed and reported: "Lord Lord, the Whitebeard Regiment has arrived."

"Oh? How many people are here?" Lord King Guo asked.

"More than twenty, like pioneers."

"Lock them out," he ordered with a whip.

"Yes--"

The knight had just left, and another ride came against him. He reported: "Lord Lord, the archer is in place."

Lord Jin Guo nodded: "This is enough to allow Granson to step into the city. I long suspected that they have the ability to fly. Now it seems that they are inseparable, but this time I told them to fly with wings. "

"That's the Highlander, what are you going to do?" Burnley asked aside.

"It was a tricky thing, but now that he has killed the idiot blatantly, let alone he is a descendant of the Highland Knights, and no one can guarantee them even if he is a member of the active White Knights."

Lord Jin Guo raised his head, just to see a dark shadow on the top of the minaret, and then carried the two men towards them. Immediately, he tightened the stables and looked around, just to see that his archers were opening their long bows, and under the command of a sharp whistle, all arrows were launched--

"Wow, Lord Lord! They have archers!" Shir screamed in horror, shouting on the gargoyle's paw.

"Nonsense, I don't need you to say I saw it!" Brando answered angrily. He cut a feather arrow in half with a backhand sword, and the strength from his hand fainted—he sank in his heart, and the opponent had at least a black iron-level shooter—speaking that they were both gargoyled Some claws hooked up, and the feather arrows below flew in one after another, crackling on the gargoyle's wings, although it was not painted for a while, but they could fly closer to some Brando and think they were too busy.

"Fly down," he ordered in a deep voice.

"Fly down?" Charles opened his eyes wide, thinking that his Lord Lord must be crazy. You ca n’t be shot as a hedgehog when you fly down?

"We can't fly, we can't turn around, they are surrounded by them. Instead, we might as well die, maybe there is still a chance to live." Brando breathed a flat breath and stared at the bottom. Said the black crowd.

"Lord Lord, you are really gambling."

"Believe in your own ability is called bravery, and pinning your destiny on luck is called recklessness. The key to the separation between recklessness and courage is how to grasp it. This is one of my mottoes in the game. You must remember it. Lando turned to his obedience.

"game?"

"Did I not tell you that life is like a game, and games are like life." Brando suddenly laughed, his chest widened, and he felt his head clearer than ever.

The gargoyles flew a little lower, and the sound of wind whispered in the ears of the two, and they could almost see the aristocratic personal soldiers under Zhang Gong below. However, as soon as the bowstring moved, another wave of arrow rain came. Brando gritted his teeth to block it, but he still rubbed an arrow over it, bringing a splat of blood.

The gargoyle made a turn in the air to attract most of the firepower. As the most famous types of monsters with a defense level of 20 or more, even Brando ’s ring after the wind did not let it lose its mobility. These drizzles Bows and arrows naturally cannot stump it.

It's just a pity that its maneuverability in the air is also average, otherwise Brando can order it to cover the two with special flight skills. Brando thought about pulling a ruby ​​out of his arms, which he still got from the aristocratic body: "Have you recovered your mana?"

"of course."

"Come, give me a bow."

"Bow?" Shire took the ruby ​​stun: "Master Lord, at this time my shield is better than a bow, according to my personal suggestion."

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

"The one that looks at me—" The young mage nodded, holding up the gem. "Projection ability, force conversion, the structure of the bow-" centered on the bright ruby, an invisible line is drawn out. They soon interweave a light net, and the light surface is curved to form a long bow composed of lines. .

The longbow has no substance, and is only composed of lines. It is full of mysticism. The arches and strings are filled with a myriad of laws and textures and ancient runes, which represent the power under this law. Because tectonics itself is a kind of law magic, gem magic sub-branch. In exchange for the energy in the gems, to materialize the line of the present law in this world-the only law represented by the materialization of this bow is the ability to project.

So it doesn't need arrows, and it can shoot as well.

Seeing Brando take the bow, Charle reminded: "My energy is only enough to open it four times."

"Try it."

The third wave of arrow rain arrived as scheduled--

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

"That's a gargoyle, lord, Buga's craftsman's creation, a war puppet."

Instead, a mercenary answered respectfully.

"Is that a gargoyle?" Lord King Guo's face changed. He couldn't help but take a breath. He had heard that the highland shaman of Karasu was a branch left by the Buka shaman. He couldn't help thinking about it. Offending the Highland Knight was okay. Offending the big wizards in Buga was a life-threatening thing--

"Sir Sebel, we don't have a choice." Burnley's eyes moved, helping to make a difference.

Seeing Lord Jin Guo's sudden turn back to look at him suddenly surprised the industrialist's heart, and found that he seemed to be overdoing it. The fat man smiled and shook his head: "But the Bugatti wizard is not too offensive--"

Lord Jin Guo looked up again, a little disturbed.

Brando flicked those streamers with his sword, and then threw the long sword from the guard. He raised his bow, looking for the commander of the opponent's archer, but soon he saw him alone.

Mercenary leader Makalu stood in the archer team. At first he hardly believed that the opponent was so boldly swooping towards the position. But he quickly recognized the monster-it was a gargoyle, and the experience of long-term fighting immediately gave him a hint of danger.

He immediately shouted to the adjutant on one side: "Close enough, let the archer fire again!"

Noble personal soldiers understand the meaning of this sentence, after a wave of salvo is free shooting. Then the cavalry on both sides were ready to block the ground.

The private soldiers opened their bows one after another--

Brando took a breath and bowed slightly in his hand. Although the Bow of the Law does not require skill, it is difficult for him to maintain balance on the undulating claws of the high ground. He aimed for a few seconds, gently released the bowstring, and a white light came out of the hand-that white light passed through the crowd about five meters behind Makalu and splashed a piece of debris.

"Oh." Charles sighed.

Instead of panic, Brando seemed more calm. He opened the bow again, and the arrow passed through two people and hit an archer behind Makalu, blasting the latter directly.

He opened the bow again, and Makalu had retreated in panic, thinking that it was a wizard who was attacking him-any ordinary person would be consciously frightened when facing a wizard.

This arrow shot the opponent's lieutenant down, and Brando had corrected it more accurately.

"Last arrow, Lord Lord! They are fighting back!"

Brando frowned as Makalu got into the crowd. He hesitated, turned his head and shot an arrow into the group of archers. This arrow blew through three or four people through the dense crowd, and the archers on both sides were frightened to yield.

As soon as the central government retreated, the formation of the private soldiers under the pressure immediately became chaotic.

This gave Brando time. He realized that his judgment was correct, and immediately ordered the gargoyles to pull up and over the heads of these people. But just when he thought he was in danger, a lasso shot from the crowd and hit exactly one of the gargoyle's wings.

Brando was frightened and looked back-it was the mercenary boss, Makalu.

At this time, the gargoyle had already flew very close to the ground, and this drag actually dragged the two men and the war together from the sky.

The gargoyle drew a half-arc in the sky, dragging the rope, and then crashed into the river beach not far away. Makalu yelled in excitement. He let go of the rope and yelled at the private soldier beside him, regardless of the blood on his hands, "Come on! Hold them!"

The situation seemed to reverse immediately.