The young man finally showed a look of horror, but he did not think of running away. He did not know how to explain the loss of seven or eight Bugas to Sard. In his rage, he could only attribute all of this to Brando's fault. He was just a mortal, but he did not resign himself to death.
He pulled out a short emerald staff from under his coat and pointed it at Brando angrily: "You dare to murder a noble Silver Folk?!"
Sir Rosborne finally reacted and rushed forward to grab his hand, saying hoarsely: "Run!"
However, the red-eyed young man almost threw him off his horse. "Shut up, you useless idiot! You cowardly infidel! If you don't want to fight, then get out of my way!"
Rosborne retreated with a gloomy face. He took one last look at the young man and finally decided to turn around and leave. But he did not expect the young man to turn around and raise his staff at him, and a green light hit his back.
Rosborne screamed and fell off his horse, struggling on the ground in pain.
"A coward does not deserve to live." The young man sneered cruelly.
Brendel calmly watched the two dogs biting each other from beginning to end.
"No one is born noble," Brando replied quietly: "Everyone is noble because of their actions."
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky parted, and a golden floating light appeared above the square.
And Brando was right in the middle of the square.
The people of Tónigel watched the scene quietly.
Sue knelt behind the young lord, holding her ankle, her face full of confusion and disbelief.
She loved Miss Freya deeply and had always disliked the man who stole her heart, but today she realized for the first time that he might not be completely useless.
The young man grinned and pointed his short staff at Brando.
He wanted to see how many times Cinna could save this human.
"Be careful!" Rollint, young Montolo shouted at the same time, and the last was Sue's voice.
Scarlet's actions were even more direct. She activated the bloodline of the Thunder God, and lightning zigzagged in all directions. Her cloak was instantly reduced to ashes, revealing her silver breastplate and her fiery red ponytail.
"It's Miss Qian!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
The mountain girl took a step forward and threw the halberd in her hand at the young man. The silver halberd was surrounded by electric sparks and collided with the green beam in mid-air. Both were reduced to nothingness at the same time.
But in the next moment, the electric sparks that filled the sky returned to Scarlet's hand and turned back into the halberd.
"The Azure Lance, the bloodline of the dragon, the blood of the Thunder God?!" The young man's laughter was stuck in his throat.
He finally recognized the girl's identity.
Brando did not even look at the short cane in the young man's hand. "Some people will never understand."
He reached out his hand and pulled the young man up like he was pulling a duck from a distance of over 100 meters.
When the young man realized that he had lost control of his body, he collapsed. He felt that this was impossible. A mortal sage must be an illusion.
There was a terrible silence in the square.
Only the sound of people gasping could be heard.
Those were the Bugas of the Silver Folk. It was said that each of them could activate their Elemental Powers, and the adults had at least the strength of the Elemental Enlightenment. Among them, there was no lack of supreme champions and sages.
Among the twelve wizard leaders, the strongest three had perfect bodies and entered the realm of demigods.
Their population was not large, but they were still the top forces of this world.
The people of such a race were like a dead duck being held in the hands of their lord, held up more than 100 meters away.
Someone even slapped himself lightly on the face to make sure that it was not an illusion.
That person was little Montolo.
Brando did not know whether to laugh or cry at the action of this clown. He directly blocked the young man's connection with the Magic Network. This was the ability of the Sage's domain — Permanent Elemental Solidification.
The swords he had given to Rowlint and little Montolo earlier used this ability. Although his current master's degree was far from enough to make divine weapons, as long as he had the heart, making one or two fantasy weapons would not be a problem.
This was the power of the Sage.
Brando threw the young man aside like a dead dog, then turned back to check on Sue's condition. Fortunately, the girl had only sprained her ankle.
He helped Sue up, and the latter said to him tiredly, "My lord, Ms. Jutta, she …"
"She's fine." Brando had already received the news from Albert that the Grey Wolves Mercenaries had intercepted Jutta in Coldshirt Castle. Although the latter was seriously injured, he had expected Albert to take away the Angel's Heart Vase and some holy water, which came in handy.
After hearing the news, Sue seemed to have overdrawn all her energy, completely relaxed, and fell asleep with her head down. Brando knew that she was overly nervous and carefully handed her to Scarlet, then slowly walked across the square to the young man and Sir Rosborne.
Throughout the whole process, everyone in the square quietly looked at their lord.
Brando raised his head. The Banxians Knight brought by the young man had already scattered, and the Dragon Knight of the Royal Faction had also been killed. He remembered seeing a guy disguised as Jutta earlier, but now there was no trace of him. He faintly felt that the person was a bit strange, but there was no need to pursue it for the time being.
Brando lowered his head.
Sir Rosborne's face was ashen, and he was about to take his last breath.
"Save … save me …"
"You should know that this is impossible." Brando replied.
Sir Rosborne's face changed several times, and finally showed a look of despair.
Brando half-knelt beside him, rolled up his sleeve, and revealed his pale right hand. He used two fingers to gently stroke his index finger, and there was a flash of light, revealing a silver ring.
It was a snake, head and tail connected.
Brando lifted his right hand, gently removed the ring, and then placed it on Sir Rosborne's chest. He placed his left hand on the ring and said softly:
"All things return to one, all things return to the ring, the will of truth is with you and me."
Sir Rosborne looked at all this in astonishment, and he said hoarsely: "You … what's wrong?"
"Rosborne, you chose the wrong path," Brando replied: "So you were betrayed. Don't you have anything to say? Tell me, I will listen. "
The young man on the side struggled violently, and Rosborne also showed a struggling expression. His chest suddenly rose and fell violently a few times, and he looked at the young man with a look of resentment: "The Bugas planned to plunge Erouine into civil strife. They assassinated Prince Levin Onessen. This man and another man participated in the operation."
"You assassinated His Highness Levin."
"And his maid Edessa, we didn't do anything. The whole operation was arranged by the Bugas alone." Rosborne gasped like a broken bellows, and dark red blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.
Brando didn't say anything.
He recalled the king's eldest son whom he had met once in Ampere Seale. The other party described his expectations for the future of Erouine in his letter. Brando knew that he had missed his dream, but he didn't expect fate to play a malicious joke on him.
He once joked that it would be difficult for him to 'meet' the hero who changed Erouine in his life. Originally, with the Dragon's Blood Pool, he hoped to cure the king's eldest son's eyes, but he didn't expect this joke to come true.
"Damn you all!" When little Montolo heard the news, he angrily pulled out his sword and was about to stab Rosborne. But Brando instructed Scarlet to hold him firmly. "He's going to die." Brando said softly.
Little Montolo let out a low roar of resentment and kicked the young man next to him, causing him to tumble. This time, no one stopped him.
Even with the physical fitness of the Bugas, the young man's mouth was bleeding, so one could imagine how powerful little Montolo's kick was. The young man didn't say a word, but he was secretly annoyed. If he knew this would happen, he would have let Rosborne go, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Brando pressed on Rosborne's chest and asked, "How did they enter Tónigel, who met them?"
"It was me."
"And?"
Rosborne's eyes were completely unfocused, and he murmured almost unconsciously, "And Oberwei … …"
"Oberwei?" Brando's heart sank.
"Count Oberwei, he … …"
"Enough, shut up!" The young man finally couldn't help but speak. But little Montolo angrily punched him in the lower abdomen, and the young man bent over in pain.
But his words seemed to wake Rosborne up, he made a sound, and his hands seemed to want to grab something in the sky.
This action stopped there, and Brando felt that Rosborne's heartbeat had completely stopped. Only then did he sigh. His spell was too low level, although he took advantage of the situation, the effect was still not deep enough.
He glanced at Rosborne's body, and there was no sympathy in his heart. It wasn't that he couldn't save this person, he just didn't want to.
"Oh no," Little Montolo suddenly jumped up, "Count Oberwei is organizing the defense in Parise, if he betrays Her Highness the Princess!"
Brando's heart also flashed with a trace of haze. Although Rosborne's words might not be completely credible, he didn't want to believe that Oberwei would betray the Royal Family.
"How long has it been since the rebels surrounded Parise?"
"Three days."
"When did Count Oberwei arrive at Pallas?"
"Also two days ago."
"Is there any news from Menta?"
Little Montolo thought for a moment. After all, he wasn't a decision-maker in Abies, and the information he knew wasn't much more than the average person. But at least he was a Squire Knight, and he knew how to analyze the information.
But his expression suddenly changed, "… … My Lord, Lady Maynild seems to be organizing a retreat in Menta, she doesn't know all of this … …"
Brando's expression changed.
… …
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