"Mister Tiamas!"
Graudin was startled by Haku's words, and his face turned pale. The only person he could rely on right now was the Undead General of Madara. If Haku couldn't protect him, the young Viscount would definitely kill him.
But Haku ignored him and continued: "But I'm confident that I can hold on for half an hour."
"Half an hour?" Brando caught the gist of Haku's words like an old rival: "What's the point of half an hour? Or do you have a purpose for stalling me for half an hour? "
"If you weren't an enemy, I would have suspected that you were one of my best friends when I was alive," Haku sighed: "Why do you always act like you know me so well, even if it's Marissa? No one knows me so well. "
Brando only smiled.
He knew that Marissa was Haku's personal maid, and he knew that Haku was insulting him by saying that. But he was not willing to show any signs of weakness even if he lost. This was in line with his understanding of this person. Even if he lost, he would not admit defeat. Even in Madara, he had offended many people, or else he would not have been sent to Incirsta's army, which was a ragtag army.
But he didn't hold back at all. He continued forward until he was less than ten meters away from Haku. At the same time, The Shire also prepared a spell behind him.
"Mister Viscount," Haku said: "Have you ever wondered why the West Gate didn't give you a signal?"
Brando was startled. He thought of something and his face darkened.
"Ah, I remember that it's a beautiful red-haired mercenary, right?" The Undead Knight replied: "Of course, you don't have to worry, my lord. I don't have enough men to cause any trouble for them. But there's one thing I have to tell you. The men I sent to stop them should be more than enough to buy them some time. "
Brando didn't say a word.
However, Bai continued, "I think at this time, Ximen and my kind should have already broken into the city. Of course, they are all filthy, low-level skeletons that lack command. You know that I don't really trust those low-level liches. But Mr. Viscount, no matter what, if you don't go back and remedy the situation immediately — not to mention the life of that beautiful lady, I'm afraid the entire battle situation will become very troublesome, right? "
The young man had finally finished listening to his nonsense. He took a deep breath and tried his best to restrain himself from punching him in the face. Right now, he only wanted this crow's mouth to be unable to speak anymore. However, although he was angry, his heart was very clear that the other party had no reason to lie.
As a matter of fact, he had been worried about the battle at the west gate. Just like what Bai said, he had not received the magic beacon from the female mercenary group leader named Jutta. However, if the situation was really as serious as the latter said, the situation would not be as simple as just troublesome. It would be extremely dangerous.
Not to mention the losses these undead caused to Abies, they also sealed off their escape route. The walls of the inner city were low and could not withstand the impact of the skeleton army. And if they let the enemy take advantage of the situation and attack the inner city.
Brando could not help but feel his heart sink.
He did not think that Brendel would dare to divide his forces at this time. He could not help but wonder if Brendel really cared about Graudin's life. Even if he said that he did not care, his actions did not seem like it. But if he said that he cared, this plan was more like a madman's.
Unless he wanted to take Graudin away from the start.
But was there a need for that?
Graudin was only one of Count Randner's sons, and he was not even the eldest son.
Brando could not help but take a deep breath. Tiamas's attack had hit his vitals. He raised his head and looked at the black Knight with a gloomy expression. He finally understood the knight's intention to stall for time. Fortunately, he was alert enough and did not let the knight's scheme succeed. At least he still had a choice.
"Damn it, as expected of the Scales of War —" Brando cursed in his heart. This was the first War of the Black Rose. But this guy had already displayed wisdom and foresight that was not inferior to the future. Brendel even had a feeling that this guy might have already guessed what he was planning to do.
Brando tightened his grip on his sword hilt. If he could, he really wanted to kill Brendel. Compared to killing Graudin, Brendel was more willing to kill Graudin first, but he knew it was unrealistic.
Brendel smiled at him: "There's still half an hour left. Let's make a deal."
Graudin, who was behind him, also let out a sigh of relief. The baron squeezed out an ugly smile from his stiff face. He looked at Brando, who seemed to be stuck in a dilemma, and his heart was filled with a sense of schadenfreude.
It was as if the city of Abies, which was about to be destroyed, was not even part of his territory and had nothing to do with him.
[But that's true. I can just rebuild the city if it's destroyed. As for the people? They're all over the place, and I don't care about them.] He was more concerned about Brando's feelings. He couldn't help but smile: "Young man, there's a price to pay for being impulsive."
But he suddenly remembered the price he had to pay for provoking Brendel, and his tone softened: "But I admit that you're strong. Strength is always worthy of respect. Of course, if you're willing to put this matter to rest, I can also make a promise on behalf of my father — "
"I promise that the conflict between us will end here."
He seemed to relax as he spoke with assurance: "You should know that nobles aren't willing to go to war where both sides suffer. But there's one more thing. My adopted daughter is still in your hands — "
He was about to continue the topic when he saw Brendel turn around and stare coldly at him from under the metal mask. Graudin felt a chill in his heart. He suddenly realized something and quickly shut his mouth.
At the same time, Brendel turned around and waited for Brando's reply.
The Shire and Scarlett also looked at their lord.
Brando replied coldly: "Compromising again and again, Tiamas. Do you think I'm a complete idiot?"
"Or are you willing to give up? I know these skeletons can't stop you, my lord, but what about your subordinates? " The undead Knight asked: "Of course, I can accept it. This is the difference between you and me."
Graudin smiled gloomily. He knew that Brendel was trying to force Brando to give him a hard time. But he liked the idea, especially the day before when he used the same method to force Brando to compromise. Seeing his opponent walk into the same trap twice filled him with a gloomy sense of mischief.
Brando sighed.
"Tiamas, there's an old saying in my hometown," he loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword: "A man can't step into the same river twice in his life."
Brendel nodded. Brando's right hand flashed, and the longsword in his hand drew a straight line towards Graudin. The Undead Knight reacted in a split second. He raised the giant scythe in his hand slightly, and with a clang, the long sword flew past the baron's right arm with a flash of silver light. With a thud, it nailed itself into an oil painting not far behind.
But even though it was fixed, the sword's hilt was still trembling.
Brendel looked behind him.
Graudin was already clutching the wound on his right arm. His face was pale, and he looked at Brando with hatred in his eyes. This was the second time. He didn't know what kind of deep hatred this young man had for him to teach him a lesson every time.
Brendel turned around and sighed: "Why do you have to do this, Mister Brando? Hatred is not unresolvable. But what I'm more interested in is what you meant by that sentence you said earlier. "
"That sentence can be interpreted in many ways," Brando replied calmly: "But I like one of them the most. It's that a man can't make the same mistake over and over again in his life. It's a test of a man's intelligence. "
"So," Brendel looked at him: "You want to fight me?"
"That's right."
The undead Knight's grip tightened, and his metal gauntlets tightened around his scythe. He stared at Brendel and said: "Then give it a try. I'm looking forward to seeing if you can get around me in a shorter amount of time."
The spiritual armor formed by the Soul Fire expanded in an instant, forming a silver wall that was close to solidifying.
Brando looked at him and shook his head.
"Tiamas, what did you get wrong?"
"What do you mean?" Brendel asked.
"In fact, I've already avoided you."
Brendel said calmly. His gaze swept past the Knight's shoulder and landed on the longsword that was stuck in the painting. The sword was still trembling, and its tip was pinned to a card that no one else could see.
It was a card depicting a unicorn Knight.
"The Elven flag flutters high, the heart shines, the sword shines —"
"Come out, Metisha."
A mournful scream rang out.
Brendel turned around and saw a silver Knight's spear piercing through Graudin's chest. The baron's face was still filled with disbelief. He used all his strength to turn around, but the spear only retracted slightly, and a stream of blood shot out. Graudin fell to the ground like a pile of rotten meat. The undead Knight turned around and glared at Brendel.
"Metisha, how is this possible? Didn't I already injure her?" He growled.
Brando looked at him with a condescending and mocking gaze: "Do you still remember that I'm a summoner?" The Shire couldn't help but shiver when he heard Brendel's words. What kind of summoner is this?
Brendel frowned: "That's impossible. Summoners can't bypass my Soulfire Wall and summon at a fixed point."
Brando smiled.
"That's why I'm the special one."
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