After the young man finished his sentence, he took a deep breath and coughed twice. His face was ashen.
"But anger can't feed you, young man," one of the older mercenaries looked at him with pity and said, "You talk to them about the law, but they talk to you about their fists. Their fists are big, but what can you do? We are all here, but they still don't care about us. Why? Because they are not afraid of us. "
"Even if we want to attack the city, can we get in?" Another mercenary said, "Don't be unrealistic. Don't forget that bastard has an army."
The young man in the grayish-green robe gritted his teeth, but he couldn't answer.
At this moment, a commotion broke out in the crowd. Everyone was stunned. The mercenary group leaders immediately turned their heads and roared, "What's going on? What's going on? What's going on? "
"Boss, there are more people coming from the city. They have reinforcements! "A mercenary near the city gate shouted.
Hearing this answer, everyone frowned.
Reinforcements?
No wonder they were so fearless.
…
In fact, when Rothko led his men to the top of the city wall, they saw a huge crowd below the city gate.
Looking down from the top of the city wall, the entire plain outside the city was lit up by the light of bonfires. Beside the bonfire, there were countless figures. It was impossible to count how many mercenaries or adventurers there were.
The pale young man couldn't help but snort coldly.
He turned around and looked at the rows of soldiers wrapped in black cloth behind him. He knew that there were terrifying skeletons hidden under the cloth. Skeleton soldiers, one of the most basic components of Madara's merciless killing machine.
His gaze returned to the plain. He was a little impatient, but he still maintained a cold tone and said to the human officer beside him, "Tell them to leave in half an hour. Otherwise, they will be killed."
His words were as cold as a knife.
After all, compared to commanding the battle here, this necromancer preferred to go back to his room in the basement to study the information he plundered from the human library.
The noble officer looked at him carefully and quickly bowed his head. Although he was a little curious about where these unfamiliar allies came from, he knew that they were reinforcements sent by the lord. As for whether they were the baron's retainers, he didn't dare to ask. However, he didn't doubt that these mysterious soldiers were the undead army from Madara.
After all, no matter how he looked at it, this possibility was too unbelievable.
The noble officer went back to the city wall and cleared his throat, but he was secretly proud of himself. He was already dissatisfied with being surrounded by these lowly mercenaries. Usually, these noble private soldiers were used to being arrogant, and did not expect that they would be besieged one day.
Even if they were just surrounded and not attacking, they would still be humiliated. He immediately waved his hand and called over the Apprentice Adepts who were not far away. He commanded in an imposing manner.
"Crystal."
The sorcerer-apprentice did not dare to delay and immediately activated the sound amplification spell on the crystal.
The noble officer nodded with satisfaction, as if he was the commander of Erouine's army. He cleared his throat and shouted to the people below the city wall.
"Listen to me, lowly commoners!"
… …
"Listen to me, lowly commoners!"
Graudin's subordinate's shout caused a huge commotion among the mercenaries. Everyone stopped in their tracks and looked towards the direction of Abies, holding their breaths as they waited for the noble officer to continue.
But there was no response.
The officer had just opened his mouth when he suddenly froze. The crystal that he had snatched from the apprentice's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. He was so stunned that he couldn't make a single sound.
He raised his head and looked at the mercenaries below. Suddenly, from the back of the crowd, it was as if a giant beast had passed by. The crowd automatically parted into two sides, and the giant beast in the shadows was silently moving forward, approaching the city gate bit by bit.
'What's that?'
Not only him, Rothko also narrowed his eyes and looked in that direction as if he was petrified.
… …
"Everyone!"
Beside the bonfire, a young man dressed in a grey-green robe looked at the mercenaries with disappointment: "Can't we fight with our blood boiling? Even if it's just once? Yes, we are mercenaries and adventurers, but we also have our honor. This honor is the honor of protecting our comrades on the battlefield — "
He looked at the others and asked: "Are we going to throw away this honor? But if we don't rely on our comrades and comrades, how can we still be called mercenaries?"
His words brought a silence, which seemed to echo the silence brought about by the distant shouts from above the gate.
The mercenary commanders looked at each other, but they were still hesitant. They wanted to give their subordinates an explanation, but it wasn't as simple as saying it out loud.
No one was willing to show weakness, but this was a direct challenge to the lord of the kingdom, a baron, and even the son of Count Randner.
If they chose to fight, there would be no place for them in the kingdom in the future.
This choice put them in a dilemma.
The young man heaved a long sigh. "I'm sorry, it seems that I've been too hard on you …" He stood up and said, "Alright, but regardless, the souls on the cross need an answer. I know your difficulties. So, if you can't answer, I'll help you."
"If someone has to die, then let me die with my companions this time. I only hope that you will never forget this day. That cold-blooded baron not only trampled on the lives of your comrades, but also your dignity. "
He turned around and left after he finished speaking.
But before he could take two steps, someone called out to him: "Young man!"
The young wizard apprentice stopped.
"Where there's life, there's hope. Did you forget the words that the lord asked you to pass on? I think what he meant was that he might bring us justice one day … "
"Do you believe that?" The young man interrupted him with a cold snort. He turned around: "Do you believe in such a perfunctory answer? Those so-called high and mighty figures, none of them are good — "
His words were suddenly cut off.
The young man's pupils dilated. He watched in disbelief as the crowd behind him became restless. Then, layer by layer, they parted. It was like a receding tide, or an invisible giant beast that separated the crowd, forcing them to move to the sides.
The bonfire dimmed slightly, and the temperature dropped rapidly.
A layer of frost formed on the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, the young wizard apprentice took a deep breath. He had already seen the figure behind the crowd.
A young man and a young girl, one man and one sword.
One man, one horse, and one spear.
Brando held Sifrid's hand and walked forward step by step. As he moved forward, the aura of a Gold-ranked knight was like an invisible sword that separated the crowd. Those who were a step slower were almost suffocated by the cold aura.
No one dared to stop him, and a wide path opened up between him and the south gate of Abies.
No one dared to make a sound. All the mercenaries and adventurers present were silent as they watched the scene unfold.
They watched as Brando passed through the crowd, and the mercenaries behind him maintained a certain distance from him as they silently followed him. It was like the relationship between a Knight and a King.
They also saw the young man holding the little girl beside him without saying a word. They slowly walked to the city gate and stopped.
Everyone watched the scene unfold before their eyes.
Sifrid also looked up at Brando, her emerald green eyes full of dependence. She placed her small hand in Brando's warm palm. The two of them walked through the dark forest and the wilderness under the night sky. Sifrid's heart was filled with this feeling:
It was like the feeling between a mother and a father.
It was warmth and stability.
Brother Brando's hand was like a harbor.
Brando also raised his head, his cold eyes reflecting the pale face of the noble officer.
"What do you want me to hear?" The young man's voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly in the silent camp: "Soldier?"
The noble officer on top of the city wall was stunned.
He opened his mouth, but even though the young man only glanced at him, he felt as if a sword had pierced through his chest. He subconsciously turned around to ask Rothko for help, but he discovered that Rothko had already disappeared from the city wall.
He groaned in his heart, but he was forced to answer Brando's imposing manner: "I … … I mean, you … … all of you … … disperse … … or else … … we … … will … … kill without mercy."
A commotion broke out among the mercenaries below the city wall. They knew that the cold-blooded baron would not joke around with them, and many of them began to waver when the order was given.
Brando only nodded.
"Is it over?"
He asked.
"It's over, it's over … …" The noble officer's hands were drenched in cold sweat. He did not know why he was so scared. Even though the boy was still far away from him, he had the illusion that a sharp sword was hanging over his head.
Brando nodded again.
"Now, it's my turn to say —"
After he finished speaking, he took a step forward. He pressed the scabbard down with his left hand and held the hilt with his right hand. When the longsword was unsheathed, it looked like a silver ray. However, everyone saw the young man drawing a long silver line from bottom to top!
But it was not a line.
It was the trajectory of the sword.
From bottom to top.
A ripple moved forward along with Brando's sword. Before the wind pressure could reach the city gate, it had already caved in with a 'crack', and then it crumbled into powder in an instant.
The ripples continued to move forward, and half of the fortress crumbled along with Brendel's sword momentum with a loud rumble. … … … …
The wind from the sword swept past, and like a castle made of sand blown away by the wind, a section of the city wall that was close to ten meters long crumbled into powder in an instant.
Brando swung his sword in a semicircle in the air and took a step back.
He sheathed his sword.
He returned it to its scabbard.
With a soft 'crack', the longsword broke into four pieces.
… …
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