The ground was littered with defeated soldiers.
The previous battle seemed to have ended in a moment. Brando did not do much. He used his spatial elements to force the Knight behind the guards to stay where they were. Then, Phoenix's Fire took care of the weak commoners one by one.
Incirsta and Tarkus only taught a lesson to a few blind people who crossed the line. When they sheathed their swords, there was only a pile of town guards on the ground looking for their teeth.
What made the Knight of Rosaleen not know whether to laugh or cry was that they were still pinned to the street by an invisible force. They could not even move a finger, let alone lift a foot. They could only watch their subordinates being beaten up.
Like puppets, they were nailed to the corner of the street together with their wingless dragons in a row. It was as if they were the audience invited by these guys who had been beaten to a pulp. Apart from watching, they could also shout a few words.
They had not thought of how to organize their lines for the time being, but this one-sided battle had already come to an end.
The Knight did not understand where the Ghost God's Power that locked them up came from, but this did not prevent them from using their brains to guess who was behind it.
Except for a few people —
For example, the short, dark-skinned Knight who was still clamoring to show Brando, a country bumpkin, what a big scene was. He probably still thought that Brando was a lone traveler wandering in the wilderness and had never seen the power of human order and country organization.
Incirsta felt a little sad for the lord of Rosaleen. He was thinking about the reason why the lord of Rosaleen kept such a group of retarded subordinates. Even if they did not see what the wanted person looked like, they did not have the heart to find out why the person was wanted.
"Do you want me to shut him up?" Tarkus asked elegantly from behind Brando. He was probably annoyed by this guy. Madara was a silent country. The noisy guys had probably been thrown into the Abyss of Eternal Death long ago to feed the ice dragon.
Under the dome of the Hall of Eternal Death, other than the footsteps of the Dark Nobles on the smooth obsidian floor, there was only the quiet breathing of the Ice Dragon. The undead would occasionally give their opinions to their Eternal Immortal Queen, but they were concise and comprehensive.
Brando shook his head. He would not do anything for such a small matter. Moreover, that person's words had no effect other than making him look bad.
What a joke. What kind of grand spectacle had he not seen before? He had once chatted and laughed with the Twilight Dragon. Little Roman was so much more superior than these fellows. What a fool.
Brando did not let go of these Knights because he knew that they were only the vanguard of Lord Rosaleen. Of course, calling them vanguard was too flattering. He had always suspected that these people did not coordinate well, so they appeared in front of him first.
The ground trembled slightly from a few directions. He could easily sense that there was a large group of people surrounding this place through the mobilization of the nearby streets. He guessed that their original intention was to surround him and his group, then hand them over to Lord Rosaleen. However, this somewhat complicated tactical arrangement was obviously difficult for these Knight masters who were tactically trained in Cruz, or even in Erouine, who could not even catch up with the local garrison.
Although they were strong individually, they could only be regarded as a bunch of stragglers when gathered together. There was a huge difference between a group of headless flies and a group of soldiers.
These Knights who appeared in front of him inexplicably made the lord's wish to surround him completely fail. Simply put, he could now walk out of the gap and leave behind a handsome back view for the people who caught up with him.
However, Brando did not do so. Anyway, he wanted to see the lord and see if he could "persuade" him to let the fleet of the Jade Phoenix family pass. After all, riding on the ghost ship of the dead was not a comfortable experience.
He patted Huang Huo's tense shoulder to reassure her that she should not hold her sword so tightly. He felt that it was a pity that the sharkskin scabbard of the sword was wrapped with a beautiful layer of embroidery thread. Now, the thread was probably soaked by the sweat in the little girl's palms, and it was a pity that the sharkskin scabbard was wrapped with a beautiful layer of embroidery thread.
"Mr. Brando." Huang Huo realized that she had lost her composure and hurriedly turned back to apologize to Brando. Although her strength was considered one of the best in Rosaleen, she still had the mentality of a rookie. Even if she was calm, it was inevitable that she would overestimate the level of the enemy and treat every battle as a battle of life and death.
Although such an attitude was not necessarily undesirable, it was too old-fashioned and dogmatic for a human to be fully focused and go all out to crush an ant.
"You don't have to be so formal." Brando replied. He was somewhat optimistic about Huang Huo's sister. He and Aike were good friends, so he wanted to help her out on account of their relationship.
Besides, Huang Huo was like a simple piece of beautiful jade. Anyone with the heart of a warrior would inevitably be tempted by her. Brando was completely convinced that with time, her achievements would be limitless.
In the past, her name was not in The Amber Sword. Maybe it was because the Nine Phoenix was too far away, or maybe it was because her time had not yet come.
He believed that once Huang Huo appeared in the game, she would be one of the top NPCs. She might not be inferior to names such as Greysword Saint-mephistopheles, Vara the Great Sage, and Veronica the Green Sword Saint. She might even be comparable to people such as Solomon and William.
The idea that came to Brando's mind startled him. A mortal with the potential to surpass the Silver Folk? He massaged his temples and wondered if he had been thinking too much for the past few days. Why would he have such a strange thought for no reason?
In the history of Wohnde, such a character had not been born. The average level of mortals was far below the Silver Folk, and the top of the mortals were often not as good as the top of the Silver Folk. Although the growth span of mortals was indeed the largest among the Silver and Gold Folk, their final position was far from the latter.
Even after the Great Demonic Wave, this trend had only weakened, but it did not change.
He could not help but take a closer look at Huang Huo, as if he wanted to find some clues from this little girl. But he did not realize that his gaze was a little rude. Even Huang Huo was blushing a little under his gaze. She wondered why Mr. Brando was looking at her so strangely.
Fortunately, Mr. Liu was not here. Otherwise, he would probably think that Brando had some improper thoughts about their princess.
Brando did have some improper thoughts about Huang Huo, but it was not the improper thoughts that most people thought. It was the first time he had the idea of accepting a student. Although he promised to teach Petit-finis swordsmanship in Bucce, and he did train him carefully for a period of time after that, it was limited to laying a foundation for the future for Petit-finis and paving the way for his understanding of swordsmanship. First, it was because although Petit-finis was talented, it was not to the point where he would be impressed. Second, the latter's personality was too different from his, and he should have his own path.
But in Brando's eyes, Huang Huo's talent was the same as the talent he had seen in the top warriors. It was as if she was born calm and calm, and was born with an innate sensitivity to battle. In The Amber Sword, there was a term for this kind of talent, which was called fighting instinctively.
It sounded a little like a beast, but it was indeed a beast. It was a battle full of wildness. For their opponents, it was often the most unpredictable and threatening battle.
This kind of talent was something that could only be found by chance, but all warriors, regardless of whether they were born or acquired, would have some of it on them, including Brendel himself. But there was a world of difference between having it consciously and having it unconsciously.
He had only seen one person like Huang Huo who could naturally combine her innate calmness with her beast-like sharpness, and she did not even know it herself.
To be exact, it was not a person.
It was the Sky Dragon, Teoskraz, the strongest warrior in the history of the dragon race. Its partner was the one who was said to be close to becoming a god, the next successor of the Dragon God.
Yes, in Brando's eyes, Huang Huo was a born warrior, but not a swordsman. Her path was not the path of fighting with a sword. The little girl may not have realized this herself, but Brando believed that one day she would understand it.
He looked up. The tremors on the street were more obvious, and the Knight not far away was still like a puppet, unable to move. In the past, if he used his Elemental Power to freeze these living people, and they were living people with Gold-level strength, his Order Points would have disappeared like the wind. But now, his Order Pool was standing still, which meant that he could freeze these people as if it was a natural reaction of the law, and he did not use much strength at all.
This was the difference between having and not having the Extreme Plains. These people may not have understood that they had already fallen into the range of Brando's Law Domain. It was just that at the peak of the supreme realm, the Law Domain was integrated with the material world, and outsiders could not see it with the naked eye.
If they had the strength of Elemental Awakening, they could have slightly noticed the difference, but unfortunately, they did not.
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