The cold air churned in the night, and a rumbling sound came from afar.
The noble cavalrymen in bright armor pulled down their metal masks in unison, and their long spears were laid flat in rows. Their warhorses neighed and rushed out from the corner of the street.
At that moment, the earth trembled.
But Brando just looked at these noble soldiers coldly. He held up the silver card in his hand with his index and middle fingers and threw it forward easily. "Unicorn Knight, enter —" Brando read.
The card drew an arc and fell to the ground.
Everyone saw that at that moment, white light intertwined and gradually fell from the night sky. However, behind the curtain of light, the girl Knight slowly passed through the door made of light with a silver shuttle in her hand. She and the horned warhorse held their heads high and appeared in the middle of the street with their spears in front of them.
Summoner?
The battlefield was stagnant.
"My Lord," the Silver Fairy Princess' voice was ethereal and she replied softly, "Thank you."
Brando knew she was talking about the necklace. He shook his head and replied, "I said, you should thank your own people for this matter."
Metisha smiled softly and pressed one hand on her chest, "The process is not important, my Lord. I didn't do it either. And this time, what is your order to Metisha? "
"Attack forward."
Brando looked forward and replied.
The noble cavalrymen were close at hand.
The young sorcerer-apprentice beside him was slightly startled. Summoning was based on magic circles, but it had something in common with the ancient string magic. The "Silver Knight" was one of the high-level summoning spells, but the "Silver Knight" was suitable for defense and not attack.
But just as the young man was about to open his mouth to remind Brendel, his hand froze. He was stunned and couldn't say a word.
Because he saw Brando calmly raise his sword forward.
The silver-haired knight turned around, her pale silver-gray eyes reflecting the approaching figures of the noble cavalry. But when she raised her spear, the distance between the two parties on the street seemed to have widened in an instant.
It was an illusion of time and space, and the power of the soul seemed to solidify in the air.
Elemental Power.
"Thousand Soldiers —"
"One strike!"
The Silver Fairy Princess pulled down her cold metal mask, and her voice became low and muffled.
Medissa charged forward, and the two of them turned into a silver light. This light pierced through the cavalry, and the attack of the noble cavalry immediately stopped. Medissa's aura completely exploded, and the strength of a Gold-ranked rank 1 was like a sharp blade that swept out in all directions.
In an instant, everyone was thrown off their horses.
Gold rank.
Another one!
The three mercenary leaders, Jana, Raban, Cornelius, and the rest of the mercenaries sucked in a cold breath. It was rare to see a Gold-ranked mercenary in such a remote place, but they did not expect to see two of them. Two Gold-ranked mercenaries, and one of them seemed to be the young man's summon.
Who in the world is he?
The three of them rejoiced that they did not choose the wrong side. Even though Graudin's arrest warrant was enough to send them to the ends of the earth, Brendel's strength was enough to kill them one by one. The difference between a Gold-ranker's strength and a Silver-ranked and Iron-ranked's strength was like heaven and earth.
When Cornelius saw this, the silver-haired middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and his light blue eyes flashed with determination. He drew his sword and waved his hand forward: "Members of the Rose and Wine, for our fallen comrades, fight!"
"Fight!"
The mercenaries behind the middle-aged mercenary leader stepped forward one after another in agreement. Brando watched as the mercenaries moved past him and joined the battle. The noble cavalrymen were in a deadlock after their initial setback.
But this was only one of the places where Graudin's men were fighting. Brando believed that Graudin's men would continue to arrive.
The other party would want to know what had happened.
He turned around and looked at the silver-haired middle-aged man.
"My lord, the Rose and Wine mercenaries are here to fight alongside you." Cornelius looked forward and replied in a low voice: "I hope that you can lead us out of this predicament."
Brando smiled and didn't comment further.
He could see that this fellow was unwilling to give up. It made sense. He had practically forced them onto this path by force. How could the other party be willing to give up just like that? But since he had chosen this path, he had to take it one step at a time. Of course, he would rely on these mercenaries, but he wouldn't be under their control.
This was only the first move in this game of chess, and the killing had only just begun.
He raised his sword and pointed it at Firbur Castle in the darkness.
"Mister Cornelius?"
"What?" The silver-haired middle-aged man was stunned.
"We will talk about the next step once we reach there. Otherwise, you and I will be reduced to ashes. No matter how much you say, it's meaningless. "Brendel said flatly, pausing between each word.
Cornelius was stunned.
"Do you really want to kill him, my lord?" He felt that his mouth was a little dry, and could not help but moisten his throat: "Graudin is a noble of the kingdom, and he is also the son of Count Randner. I think that we should teach him a lesson … … That should be enough … …"
Brando glanced at him and shook his head.
He shook his head and thought to himself, 'Aouine's hierarchy is so strict that even an experienced and cunning mercenary like Cornelius can't help but be naive when it comes to such matters.'
"It's not that I want to kill him, Mister Cornelius," Cornelius smiled: "It's that he has committed so much injustice that he deserves to die."
The silver-haired middle-aged man was stunned. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
At the back, the red-haired mercenary leader Jana looked at the scene with her emerald eyes. She turned to look at Raban and said with interest: "Cornelius, that bastard, seems like he's determined to follow us to the end. It's rare to see him do that."
"Hmph," Cornelius snorted and looked at Cornelius with disdain: "He's just a fox."
The battle was still ongoing.
Baron Graudin's reinforcements seemed to be coming from all directions, and the rumbling of hooves could be heard from the streets.
Jutta's eyes flashed, and she immediately pointed at the tall man: "Raban, you stay here. I'll go and support that lord. As for the west gate, leave it to me and my men. "
"Why should I stay here?" Raban was surprised and frowned: "The Firebrand Mercenaries are not any weaker than any of you."
Jutta smiled: "What, you want to fight with a weak woman like me? Raban, I heard that you used to be a Knight? Shouldn't a Knight be more courteous? "
The tall man snorted slightly, turned his head and ignored her. He stabbed his greatsword into the ground, and a crisp sound could be heard. Raban looked up and swept his gaze over the heads of the Firebrand Mercenaries and the other mercenaries. He then ordered in a low, muffled voice: "Before dawn, not a single undead is allowed to enter the city. If anyone dares to take a step back, I'll crush their balls! "
With that, he raised his right fist.
A moment later.
What responded to him was a sea of weapons raised high in the air, without a single sound.
Jutta's smile blossomed on her face. She pursed her lips and smiled, but her expression quickly turned serious. When she turned around, her delicate face was already ice cold.
The red-haired female mercenary group leader looked at her men and stretched out her hand to the right. "My men, follow me —"
Her voice was as cold as the edge of a blade.
Raban silently looked back at the red-haired mercenary leader. A Knight's courtesy did not allow women and children to participate in the battle, but this time, he did not refuse because he knew that Jutta's only sister died in the massacre this morning.
For the survival of the mercenary group, they all chose to remain silent. Even if their hearts were burning with the flames of revenge, they still chose to turn around and not face this dark world. That young man forced them to this point, but it also represented the choice in their hearts, allowing them to face everything head-on.
Facing their own hearts and the raging flames of anger.
Raban looked back at the boundless night sky and sighed inexplicably.
Dawn.
With the first ray of light, there will be dawn.
But where is the light?
… …
If the battlefield was a huge chessboard, then the chessboard became lively at this moment.
The nobles' cavalry could not stop Brando's advance, and the crossbowmen quickly got into position to attack from the rear. These heavily armored crossbowmen were the core component of the noble's private army. They raised their four-armed crossbows high, twisted the bowstrings, and put the steel arrows in place.
Then, with a single command, a rain of locusts flew towards them.
A rain of black arrows covered the sky, and the frontline mercenaries immediately fell down in a row. The silver-haired, middle-aged mercenary leader swung his sword and broke the arrow that was shot at him. He gritted his teeth with a gloomy expression when he saw the casualties on his side.
But when the arrows reached Brando's side, the young man shielded Sifrid with one hand and waved his right hand. The White Raven Sword Art brought about a gust of wind that caused the arrows to fly back and hit the wall.
He pressed his sword forward, and Metisha took the lead.
The second line of defense that the city's defenders had painstakingly built up was in imminent danger. The nobles' private army could rely on the two Silver-ranked Knights, but they discovered that their opponent was not just a Gold-ranked warrior.
She was a true Silver Elven Knight.
Under the influence of centuries of battle techniques, the Silver Elven girl's senses in battle far exceeded that of ordinary people. She dodged the spears in the hands of the two knights like a gust of wind, and she had already swept the two of them off their warhorses.
In an instant.
The heavily armoured crossbowmen found themselves facing a terrifying unicorn Knight. There was no longer any obstruction between them.
Metisha put down her spear with one hand, and her silver eyes were cold.
The defenders were routed.
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