The Amber Sword

The eighth act knight, forward attack

In the end, Reto and Mano chose to believe what Brando said. A person can speak so eloquently, even if he lied, he had at least a little confidence and ability in his heart. The key is that Brando gave them a good reason, that is, rewards-mercenaries and rewards are an inseparable word, and rewards are like a retreat-they can make everything unreasonable.

It doesn't take much time for more than ten experienced mercenaries to gather together. They use gestures to communicate, horses and horses galloping out of the crowd, and then come together. In a matter of seconds, they are all due.

These mercenaries are not simple, they are not ordinary characters. Brando thought.

However, he still let those who are the security cavalry gather. He needs to divide his own hands into two. Although these guys are a little uncomfortable, exercise is not unavailable.

Brando ran around these people on a horse, and then he stopped on one side, holding a pocket watch, and estimating time.

Far away, many refugees lined up in a long line are watching the cavalry team of more than 20 people, guessing what they want to do. Many of them joined later and did not know Brando, but were impressed by the horsewoman who was riding the horse to maintain order along the line.

They kept asking who the girl was, so Freya's identity also rose from the beginning to the ranks of the public cavalry captain in the mouth of the citizens, and later became a member of the Whitebeard Swordsman Regiment or Captain of the Butcher Guard. . All in all, at least their leaders. They just need to follow that back, and she will naturally take them out.

The slender second hand moved the last moment, and Brando fixed time at this moment--

He raised the elf sword and pointed forward. Let the cavalry's team slowly move forward with him, and under his instructions, the riders gathered together to rush to the high ground along a bland route.

"What is he doing?"

"If we went straight up so that the skeleton cavalry didn't appear in that direction, wouldn't we look like fools?" Mano couldn't help asking.

"If those monsters appeared in the other direction and launched a counter-charge, the refugees would be scattered before we could rescue them. The kid didn't know how to fight, you believe him," said another.

"Don't you believe it?"

"I'm just because of the money." The man snapped back and immediately retorted.

Brando had given orders to accelerate the cavalry. The horses were rolling, and there was a rumbling sound on the river beach. There were still two seconds. Brando estimated the time. They reached the high ground first.

They saw a team of about forty skeleton cavalry retreating quickly on the other side, indicating that Brando had chosen the right direction, caught the other side by surprise, and seized the high ground first.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the young man with a surprised look-how did he judge?

As soon as the riders appeared on the high ground, the skeleton cavalry below began to turn. But Brando only glanced at the opposite side, and even waved his sword twice, then let the horse point out a tangent to everyone-

He wants them to charge.

But this is not the time to charge, it is too impatient! What if those undead turned to anticipation? Besides how fast they start up, no one knows, wouldn't it be a good idea to send out the hard-to-get hand first?

They should look again and touch each other. As long as they firmly occupy the high ground, their first mover will always be the first mover.

Not only mercenaries, but even the cavalry of the security team turned their eyes on Brando. This young man let them magically take the lead at the beginning, and they have given them a little confidence. Send it out.

But Brando, as if he hadn't seen it, always pointed his sword in that direction, and that only meant one thing--knights, attack!

Then he turned the horse's head by pulling the reins, and walked around his cavalry half a circle-the horse rushed out first.

"Be bold, follow me--"

"If you can't catch up with them, at least drive them below the high ground."

Brando shouted that his first move was like injecting a kind of power into these people's heart, and that kind of power is called faith. In the strongest era of Eruin, the knights and nobles were like banners on the battlefield. Where they were, the will of the kingdom was--

Be invincible.

However, for many years, the weather has not been seen in this country. As if it can only remember its most glorious age in the dusk, but even these memories will be disintegrated and gone a little bit.

But at this moment there was a figure on the high ground outside the little Rittenberg, like a lightning in the dark, piercing straight down, as if to mark the beginning of an era.

Shire stared at his lord's back, his eyes brightened, and he couldn't help putting his finger in his mouth and blowing a whistle. Let your Majesty's war horse move and follow the speed.

The two of them rode and rode, speeding.

Mano drew out his machete as if he had beaten chicken blood, and looked angrily at the leaping figure in front. The horse and the horse are one and the action is meticulous, so that people can't pick out the slightest fault: "You say he won't ride?"

"He didn't really start."

"Then you must have been tricked by him, haha."

"Fuck your mother shit!" An indignant voice.

The riders held up their weapons, shouted in unison, and then rolled down like a torrent of torrents. At that moment, the most timid security cavalry also felt full of blood—in the tumbling stream, personal strength was absorbed into Within a large collective, it seems that people give birth to the illusion of omnipotence and indestructibility.

As soon as the war horses moved, they believed that they would win.

When the girl didn't know, she picked up the white porcelain tea cup again, but the tea was cold early, and she was holding her hands to hear God. When Overwell talked about the Cavaliers starting to charge, her pale silver eyes glowed with a magical glow.

After a long while, she asked a whisper: "He's starting to charge?"

Then, as if immersed in his own thoughts, he asked himself and answered, "How good, it seems to be back to our most glorious era. The Knights of Alluin are holding horns and flying swallowtail flags, and their servants With the square flag. When the horn blew, the knights went forward, a sea of ​​flags on the battlefield, embroidered with the golden coat of arms of Kolkova, the coat of arms of Golan-Elson, the coat of arms of Aleks What the kingdom wants, what it does-- "

Overwell coughed, knowing that the princess had ambitions that ordinary royals couldn't match, and he couldn't help sighing, if only she were a boy. This princess is more like a British hero than the eldest son of the oldest self-use and weak young son of Oberu VII.

It's a pity that good fortune makes people.

The girl was aware of her disability, but she naturally let it go. He asked, "And then, have they won?"

Fever said, "Of course, please listen to the old ministers one by one."

The princess nodded.

In the eyes of the mercenaries, the young man's sword always seemed to point forward, and there was a way forward to the miracle. They started to charge, speed up, and roll down-the group of skeleton cavalry was desperately turning, and then started, but their route seemed to be completely as expected by Brando.

More than thirty cavalrymen smashed into the fragile formations of bones with a heavy hammer. Brando waved his hand, and half-moon wind pressure swept across the four skeleton soldiers on horseback. The compressed air hit their fragile ribs, which were recessed and broken, then the spine, and then the whole body flew up-falling down.

There was a click, and a huge opening appeared on the side of the skeleton cavalry.

Brando roared, and moved forward, stopping his skeleton soldiers from being bombarded by his company with a sword and smashing another skeleton cavalry with a horse. Then on his two wings, the experienced mercenaries swarmed up, tore up the opening, and then passed through the center of the undead scout cavalry--

The corpse wizard in charge had only had time to read the second bar of the spell, and was brandished with a sword by Brando. It fell from the skull and horse's back and instantly turned into a pile of burning white flames.

Brando led the riders across, and only one security cavalry had a slit in his arm. He turned everyone's horses around with everyone, and at that moment he seemed to be one with the game when he was the head of the offensive—he raised his sword, and each of the skeleton cavalry that was cut off appeared countless golden lights Point-they rose up into the air, then headed straight for Brando.

With 531 points of experience, Skeleton Soldiers are Madara's lowest-ranking unit, but Skeleton Cavalry has more rich experience than ordinary lower-level corpses. Because they are not only more powerful, but also agile and ordinary war horses are difficult to catch up with these pure bones.

After losing the corpse witches, the lack of intellectual bones and skeletons began to act on their instincts. Their instinct was to destroy the living beings, and they assembled to prepare for the charge.

But Brando easily instructed the mercenaries to bypass them and retake the high ground, and the two met again. As a result, another security cavalry hit a sword in the thigh, Brando gained 131 points of experience, and the Skeleton Cavalry squad disappeared.

Brando ordered his cavalry to stop and rest in place, and then he took people and Charles to clean the battlefield. When they saw scattered bone racks and bone horses that fell to the ground after losing their owners, almost everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

They just won like this, only two people were injured.

But they didn't know that Brando's understanding of the tactics of Madara's Skeleton Cavalry was probably deeper than the corpses who commanded them. The young man was riding on the horse, staring at the misty east side and pursing his lips: Madara was like one of his old enemies. He had never defeated in the game, but it is different now.

Skeleton cavalry has nothing valuable, Brando just checked it a little, and then asked Ulliel to collect their swords. Madara's Black Underblade is also one of the more outstanding white swords. -After all, not all artisans of every race have the same opportunity as the undead artisans to have the opportunity to hammer steel with the fire of the soul.

Then he pointed to the distance to Reto and Mano and said, "Listen to the sound."

At this time, Mano and Reto looked at Brando completely differently. In the previous battle, he not only proved his commanding ability, but the amazing sword skill and terrible strength also deeply shocked everyone in the scene. people.

All of the skeletons who dared to deal with his sword, all had the bones of half the body cracked and flew out, and even the soul steel of Madala had to bend and break under that elven sword.

In particular, the confidence that this young man possessed-as long as he rushed with him, it is estimated that he would be obsessed with the **** feeling.

Mano and Reto listened, immediately. But they immediately heard a loud noise.

"Skull army, no, sea of ​​skeletons."

Surprisingly, Brando expected that it was Reto who spoke first, and the judgment was quite accurate. He glanced back at the so-called bar owner and it seemed that the identity of the other party was not as simple as it seemed. He had long suspected that these mercenaries had a history, and I am afraid that they are not just people who generally die for war.

Mano's face also changed, and the number of skeletons on the foggy side was probably thousands. He couldn't help looking back at Brando, how did this young man know? If he didn't know, it would be a good time for him to judge the attack on the team of undead scouts.

It can be said to be just right.

If the team of undead scouts did not get rid of them, I am afraid they would be caught in a passive situation at this moment. Unless the refugees are abandoned, it seems that neither Brando nor Freya will agree.

"Are you going to restrain it?" Renault asked, his face sinking.

"No need, no cavalry will stop them from catching up with us." Brando waved his hand. "You know what it is, don't say it. Madara's tactical intentions, I know very well, and since you follow me , I have the confidence to take you out— "

"But there is one thing, fighting is inevitable, and each of us may die here. The fighting will be fierce. Not this time, it is better to be mentally prepared."

"Psychologically prepared," Mano grinned. "We are mercenaries, kid. If you say this, we are much better than you. Let me tell you one thing, this Reto has experienced the blood wars of Binok Valley."

November war veterans? Brando glanced at Renault, smiled, and closed his sword, without answering.

He looked up and looked at the moon to the east. The moon had faded, and dawn was approaching—and at least until the dawn rose, they wouldn't meet the ghost that night.

He was relieved.