With a cracking sound, the normal long sword in his hand could not withstand the power of a Gold-ranked Level 1 and had already broken into pieces within the sheath. Brando raised the scabbard and looked at it for a moment before throwing it away.
The sword fell into the rubble.
The young man turned around, his brown eyes reflecting the mercenaries' faces. He held Sifrid's hand and spoke calmly: "I've brought my promise —"
"Do you remember what you said?"
His voice was calm, but it was like an unsheathed sword that pierced through everyone's hearts.
The mercenaries opened their mouths, but they did not know what to say.
"I remember!" Only a young man wearing a gray-green robe rushed out from the crowd. He almost stumbled over to Brendel, then looked up at the young noble in front of him, his eyes flashing with a trace of disbelief.
[He actually came.]
"I remember … …" The apprentice gasped for breath and repeated in a low voice: "I'm here, my lord … …"
Brando glanced at him.
His gaze swept past him and landed on the other mercenaries.
"Where are the others?"
Silence filled the air.
"You …" The young man in the grayish-green robe looked around at these people angrily. He wished he could punch these people in the face and beat these cowards into submission.
But there was still silence, a deathly silence.
Brando only smiled. His gentle eyes seemed to reflect a layer of light: "If I were you, I wouldn't choose to offend two lords at the same time —"
A few soldiers in black robes stood up from the rubble. They raised their swords and rushed towards Brendel's back in a rigid manner.
Brendel waved his hand behind him, and the first black-robed soldier who rushed to his side was sent flying. It shattered into pieces in mid-air and fell to the ground beside the injured but not dead nobles who were desperately crawling back.
It was as if it was raining bones.
The nobles were petrified and did not dare to move.
The second skeleton soldier had already rushed to Brendel's side, but the youth did not even turn his head as he grabbed the right claw of the skeleton soldier that was trying to stab him. His left hand had already removed the skeleton's black steel longsword, and his right hand grabbed the skeleton's wrist and threw it over his shoulder, smashing it heavily to the ground and breaking it into pieces of broken bones.
He held the black steel sword in his left hand and swung it backwards.
A crescent of white light appeared.
The dozen or so skeletons behind him were broken and fell to the ground.
Brando put down his sword and turned around to face the fallen skeletons. He looked at the ruins of the Stronghold and said: "Now, I'll give you this honor —"
The young Knight raised his sword and pointed it at the street in front of him.
"On this street, there are dead souls on the crosses. They silently watched your battle. Are you willing to fight alongside your former companions in another way? "
At that moment.
Everyone seemed to have stopped breathing.
No one spoke, but some turned their heads away, some blinked their teary eyes, and some silently pressed down on their swords. Yes, nothing moved these mercenaries more than fighting side by side with their companions and trusting each other.
This was the only time, and also the last time, he would be able to fight side by side with his companions.
I'm sorry, but can I still show you my back?
Companions.
There were no extra words, only the sound of swords being unsheathed. The young wizard apprentice's hands drooped down weakly. He could not believe what he was seeing. He looked at the mercenaries who were silent just a moment ago. Now, they were all biting their lips coldly. They did not say a word and pulled out their swords with a solemn face.
The sword was the life of a mercenary.
It was also a promise.
The mercenaries stepped out with a sacred expression. At first, it was one or two people, then more people. Silently, the swords and armors clashed against each other. Everyone stepped out silently and stood in a row behind the young Knight.
Brando smiled faintly.
He put down his sword and felt a ball of fire burning in his chest.
His expression was cold as he spoke, "Three leaders, step out."
The three people in the crowd looked at each other and stepped out one by one.
"Tell me your name."
"Cornelius, at your service, my lord. I am the leader of the Rose and Wine Mercenary Group." The handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair looked at Brando and bowed slightly.
"Vern, the leader of the Firebrand Mercenary Group." The dark-skinned man crossed his arms and looked at Brando from head to toe.
"Jutta, I am the person in charge of the Mountain Swallow Mercenary Group. My lord, forgive me for being blunt. Although I agreed to join with my men, it does not mean that I will follow all orders. I will choose my own method of action. "The one who answered was a woman with a voluptuous figure and maroon hair.
After she finished speaking, she looked at the young Knight provocatively with her green eyes.
Brando smiled casually.
He replied, "I don't know your composition."
He looked back at the beautiful woman and said, "But the mission I give you is very simple. You and Mr. Fern will each organize a team and stay here. You will also attack and control the West Gate. I only have one request for you. Three hours. Before dawn breaks, I want to see the flags of your respective mercenary groups flying above the West Gate. "
His gaze then fell on the handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair, Cornelius: "As for Mr. Cornelius, your mission is to lead your mercenary group and the remaining lone mercenaries to attack Abies Castle with me."
"I would like to hear the details." Cornelius bowed and replied calmly.
"Wait a minute," the very upset blonde Jana interrupted with a frown, "West Gate? Why do we have to go to the West Gate? Isn't our goal to take down Abies Castle and kill that bastard? "
Brendel's face was calm as he replied: "Because that is only one of the targets. But I don't mind telling you directly, the enemies you will be facing are a group of undead, Madara's undead."
"What?"
[Undead?]
The three of them were stunned.
"Graudin is in cahoots with Madara, but the undead army cannot be hidden in the city. Perhaps there is a small portion of them, but the main force is definitely outside the city. I think they can only hide in the forest in the southwest. Your mission is to stop them from entering the city until we complete our mission. "Brando said calmly.
Jutta and Cornelius looked at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.
"Since my lord knows that Graudin is in cahoots with Madara, then you must have many experts by your side. Attacking Abies Castle should be the most difficult task. Why didn't my lord choose the Firebrand Legion? Are you looking down on our strength?"
Cornelius frowned when he heard Feidin's words.
Brando shook his head: "As I said, I don't know your composition. But since I've chosen this formation, then — "
He turned around and said, "Do as I say."
He raised his head and looked at the street in the distance.
"Alright, we don't have much time.
Remember my words. One side is glory, and the other is hell. I gave you a chance to choose, and I hope that when you look back on this moment in the future, you will have a clear conscience. "
"But you won't even have the chance to look back."
"Now, those who are willing to accept this honor, follow me!" Brendel held Sifrid's hand and walked forward, stepping on the gravel with a loud crunch.
The three commanders could hear the cold threat in Brando's words, and their hearts trembled. She raised her head and looked at him in a daze. She blinked and said word by word: "Brother … … Brendel … … You … … don't have to … … fight … … for Sifrid … …"
"I … heard … Grandpa and the others … say that as long as … Sifrid … is there, everything … will … be … safe."
Brando only smiled when he heard her words.
"Sifrid, you don't understand. This isn't just about you." He looked at the two rows of crosses that stretched into the darkness in a daze: "It's about me. I've chosen the path of iron and blood, the path of sword and fire. That's all —"
[That's right.]
[When Brando chose to come back here and face his own cowardice, the path in front of him became rugged and difficult. It was as if he was walking towards the end of a blazing fire, and the path was filled with thorns and blood.
But he still chose to come back.
If his rage in the afternoon was just a momentary lapse in his thoughts, then the choice between Sifrid and the Senia was his final revelation. It was an eternal truth, and if he chose to run away from it, then he would forever be a loser.
He who wins is strong, and he who wins is strong.
Indeed, he had thought of a simpler way. If he chose to ignore everything that he stood for, then he could easily find the territory that he had always dreamed of. Then he could hide his wings and absorb nutrients from the shadows to gradually become stronger and eventually dominate everything.
But was that what he wanted?
Gaining power, but losing everything?
Was that what he wanted?
But Brando could not help but laugh. In the end, he still came up with the most complicated plan. He had tried countless times to avoid such a result, to avoid putting himself at the other end of the wheel of fate like a gambler.
But after every step, he returned to the same place with the plan in his hands.
Brendel smiled faintly. He really wanted to follow Amandina's plan. It was so safe, so simple, and the noble girl's choice was so logical.
"But … …"
"Brando, you're still Brando in the end … …"
He shook his head in self-mockery.
But his gaze became resolute. [If that's the case, then I'll carry out this plan. Even if there's only one chance!] But just like in the past, just like when he was Sophie, a level 130 warrior, he had to face Madara's army.
Step by step, he would succeed.
Or die.
Brando turned around and saw the young apprentice chasing after him. The young apprentice seemed to have reorganized his emotions, and his face returned to its usual indifference.
"My lord?"
"Do you hear that sound?" Brando did not answer and only asked.
"What sound?"
"The sound of war." Brando took out a silver card from his pocket and answered calmly.
In that moment, the ground trembled, and the noble's cavalry charged out from the corner of the street.
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