Graudin's face was stiff as he stood on the balcony, watching the torches converge towards a single point in the darkness. Ever since he heard that the damned Viscount Gaston had returned, he felt both regret and fear. He regretted that he didn't listen to his trusted aide's suggestion to force Viscount Gaston to stay. Instead, he was overcautious and lost a good opportunity.
But other than regret, he was even more afraid. Even though he knew that the generals of Madara were in the city, and that those skeletons would not allow him to die here, he still felt an instinctive fear gripping his heart.
It was like a sharp sword hanging high in the sky, and he could feel the chill on his head.
He could not help but touch the wound on his cheek. Even though he tried to look calm on the surface, his heart was cold. He still remembered Brando's cold gaze and the words he said to him.
"Keep your head, I'll take it another day."
But he did not expect that it had only been a day since that day.
The baron turned his head.
Behind him stood an unfamiliar guest. The latter was clad in black chainmail, and his entire body was shrouded in a long, black, winged cloak. He also wore a black metal mask, revealing only a pair of bright golden eyes.
His sharp metal gloves held a huge scythe that rested on his shoulder, and he looked calmly into the distance.
If Brando was here, he would have noticed the silver scale on the man's chest.
Only one of Madara's generals had such an insignia.
The Black Knight, Judge White? Tiamas? Qiu Yue.
One of Madara's Four Knights of the Apocalypse.
But he was different from the White Knight Ebdon and the Red Knight Ladios. Tiamas? Qiu Yue held a high position even before the First War of the Black Roses. He was Tarkus's right-hand man.
There were many legends about him in the game, but the players were most concerned about his true identity. It was said that no one had ever seen the Black Knight's face under his mask.
Of course, this was a bit of a rumor, because even the dead players of Madara had never seen his face.
The Black Knight smiled at Graudin's flickering eyes: "My lord, you don't have to worry. Our army will arrive soon."
His voice was slightly cold, but it had a neutral charm to it.
"But I heard that the Viscount is going alone. His courage is commendable, but he lacks wisdom. He is only a Gold-ranked warrior, and Kabias alone can easily deal with him. "
"At that time, you can do whatever you want with him, my lord."
As he said this, he thought to himself, "Is the enemy this time the young man who defeated 'Dead Maggot' Medes?"
I'd like to meet him.
Graudin snorted coldly at the side. He knew that Madara was unwilling to get involved in Aouine's nobles' dispute. However, he wasn't displeased by the other party's suggestion.
Whenever he thought of the trouble Brando brought to him, he could not help but grit his teeth and prepare a feast for the Viscount.
[Death is not a simple matter.]
… …
The battle in the city was reaching its climax, and the mercenaries were advancing along the streets.
Metisha took the lead, while Brando held Sifrid's hand and followed closely behind her. The young Knight held Sifrid's hand as they advanced through the battlefield. Occasionally, a noble's private soldiers would pass through the defensive line and approach the young knight. The young knight was surprised that his guard was so lax, but he immediately got his answer.
The young knight with a cold expression swatted away his sword with a wave of his hand, and then pierced the knight's chest with his sword.
The entire process took less than a second.
The knight's heart was still beating, but the wound was already covered with frost. The knight's sword suddenly appeared in front of his chest, and most of the noble's private soldiers fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief.
Brando pulled out his sword and pushed the cold corpse to the ground, then continued forward. Sifrid's face was pale, but she still held on tightly to his hand.
[Brother Brando saved me from the nobles' horsemen with the same cold expression.] That's right, Sister Amandina and the others. They're all good people, because only bad people would hurt everyone.
[Brother Brando's enemies are all bad people.]
Sifrid's young heart was filled with simple logic.
Brando wiped the blood off her forehead and looked back. [We're close to Abies' castle, but half an hour has already passed. Time is tight, but the enemy will probably continue to let us advance.]
[Madara's undead should have appeared by now.]
Brendel looked around and quickly found what he was looking for among Graudin's private soldiers. It was not the skeletal soldiers or pale-white knights that he expected, but the Spirit Terracotta.
Seven Spirit Terracotta were hidden among the nobles' private soldiers, and they were quickly approaching the castle. Their movements were so secretive that no one, including Metisha, noticed the killing intent hidden under the surface. After all, the Silver Fairy Princess's most familiar enemies were not these skeletons.
Unfortunately, the Spirit Terracotta's movements were like a glaring light in Brando's eyes. He was too familiar with them.
It was less than ten meters away.
The Spirit Terracotta's eyes flashed with a green light, and it looked like they were about to attack at any moment.
Brando immediately handed Sifrid over to Cornelius, and while the middle-aged mercenary leader was still in a daze, Brando charged forward.
He immediately activated Charge.
Everyone could barely see an afterimage sweeping past, followed by seven consecutive slashes. The Spirit Terracotta's movements were like snow falling from the sky. Everyone could hear the sound of something being torn apart.
Then, the scene in front of his eyes changed from still to still. The illusion created by the vision pulled apart the time difference. The seven incomplete spiritual figurines were like trash, their limbs scattered in the air, flying back to where they came from.
The nobles' private soldiers were lying on the ground with the sound of seven heavy objects falling to the ground.
Brando retracted his attack and swung his longsword behind him. He was already standing in front of the mercenaries. At that moment, everyone was slightly stunned. Even though they already knew that the young noble was a Gold-ranked warrior, they could not help but feel a sense of awe when he attacked without holding back.
It was as if he had stopped there.
The imposing aura of the huge army was forcefully stopped by this interception.
At that moment, one of the Crusader's Crusaders suddenly moved. It let out a low roar, and the axe in its hands seemed to have been pulled out from the ground. With a loud bang, the stone slabs on the street cracked, and sand flew into the air. The terrifying monster had pushed aside the dozen or so soldiers in front of it, and swung its axe towards Brando.
Brando looked at the monster without moving. He remembered that a few months ago, he was chased by the same monster in Braggs' auction house. But at this moment, the monster's movements seemed to be in slow motion in his eyes.
The young man believed that he only needed one slash to split the monster into pieces.
But he did not move.
A silver spear had already passed through his shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp spear had repelled the axe with a clang.
Not only was the axe repelled, but it was also broken at the base. The entire axe was sent flying far away with a metallic clang. It then fell into the crowd in the distance, causing screams.
Only then did the mercenaries stop and look up at this gigantic creature. Each of them sucked in a breath of cold air.
Although they knew that the undead of Madara were in the city, they could not help but feel afraid when they saw these legendary monsters with their own eyes.
But the tall Crusader's Crusader was also at a loss. It looked at the broken double-edged axe in its hand, and then looked at the little Silver Elf girl between it and the young man. The Soulfire in its black eye sockets flashed slightly.
"My Lord." Metisha frowned. She was also an undead, and the aura of the undead was familiar to her. But the pure killing intent of the other party made the Silver Elf girl feel uncomfortable.
Brando did not answer her.
The young man turned his head and looked in a certain direction on the battlefield. He saw the shadow move, and suddenly snorted coldly. He swung his right hand forward, and the black steel sword in his hand suddenly shot out like a bolt of black lightning in that direction.
Clang! There was a metallic clang.
The black steel sword seemed to have hit a wall of air, and sparks flew in all directions before it was sent flying. It hit the ground three times and slid for a long distance before coming to a stop.
The young man's gaze did not move. He saw the air slowly move, as if a layer of translucent black fog was dispersing, and then a tall skeleton with a battle axe and brass armor was revealed.
Pale yellow flames danced in Kabias's black eye sockets as it stared at Brando without moving.
The battle axe in its hand had a deep cut on it, and it was obviously where it had clashed with the black steel sword. But Brando did not expect that a general of Madara would use an ordinary battle axe.
He raised an eyebrow.
At this moment, everyone stopped what they were doing.
Whether it was the nobles' private soldiers or the mercenaries, they all stopped and stared at the skeleton general that suddenly appeared.
Thanks to the War of the Black Rose, although the name 'Grim Reaper' Kabias was not known throughout Erouine, it was at least known to the upper echelons of Erouine, as well as the entire southern region.
There were not many high-ranking skeleton generals in Madara's undead army, but this dark lord was the only one with the title of 'cunning'.
Also, its brass armor from three centuries ago, from the Cruz Lake Dynasty, made everyone recognize its identity at a glance.
"Ka … Kabias …"
"… Madara's undead general …"
"Why is it here …"
Whispers swept across the battlefield like a black tide, and it was also like a bone-chilling wind, causing everyone to stop what they were doing.
For a moment, both sides stopped what they were doing.
"The rumor is true." Kabias did not care about what was happening around it. The Soulfire in the skeleton general's eyes flickered as it looked at Brando: "You're proficient in dark magic …"
Brando sneered.
"A mere Veil of Darkness, that's all." The young man retorted.
But he was secretly paying attention to his surroundings. The Veil of Darkness on Kabias was not simple, and it did not seem to be the work of a lich. He instinctively felt that Roscoe was nearby.
"Who are you, young man?" Kabias asked with a hoarse voice: "The Copper Dragon Retto's tricks might be able to fool your ignorant nobles, but not me —"
"You're their true leader, aren't you?"
"And the one who led the refugees from Fortress Riedon to break out of the encirclement was also you, wasn't it?"
"Young commander," Kabias raised its head and smiled: "I've wanted to meet you for a long time, on this battlefield —"
As soon as those words were spoken.
Gasps could be heard all around.
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