[How is this possible?!]
The Gold-ranked swordsman's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw Brendel's attack. Brendel had used up all of his strength to execute a perfect attack, and if a normal person did not manage to land a blow like that, they would be in a state of paralysis. But Brendel did not even bother to pull back his sword, and immediately followed up with another attack.
No matter how he looked at it, it was a strike that used up all of his strength. There was almost no difference between this strike and the previous one.
It was a complete reversal of the laws of physics.
It was as if two people had struck out at the same time.
The Gold-tier swordsman from the Dener Family could not comprehend it, and he did not need to. If he did not raise his sword to block the strike, he would have to say goodbye to this world. However, he could imagine that if he tried to block the strike, he would be smashed to the ground.
He did not even have the time to regain his balance.
But he could not care about that at this moment. The Gold-tier swordsman from the Dener Family wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He did not know what was going on and could only raise his sword. Then, with a loud bang, Brendel was sent flying along with his sword. It was as if he was swatting a dead fly as he fell to the ground.
The two strikes were completed in an instant. In the eyes of the bystanders, Brando seemed to have transformed into two figures and slapped the swordsman to the ground as if he was teaching a child a lesson. It was at this moment that the swordsman's companion arrived.
In fact, the second swordsman who had just arrived was also going crazy.
If it was any other time, the difference of a few tenths of a second would not have much of an effect. But this time, when the second swordsman arrived, he discovered that Brendel's third sword was already on its way to his fallen comrade. It was as though the second sword had not returned, and the third sword was already on its way. If he could, the swordsman from Count Er's family wanted to bang his head on the ground and bawl out loud: This bastard is using a cheat!
But he did not have the time to do so. He realized that if he did not act now, his companion would really die. Even though he was also a Gold-tier swordsman, he did not even have the chance to retaliate before he was forced to retreat. This was unacceptable.
He immediately drew his sword.
In theory, Brando's three consecutive strikes meant that he had given up all his defense and attacked his companion with all his might. Even if he did not seize the opportunity to seize the opportunity, he would at least be able to achieve his goal of attacking Brando.
However, the swordsman from the Dener Family vomited blood when he saw Brando completely ignoring him and stabbing his sword into the heart of the swordsman who was lying on the ground with an expression of disbelief. The expression on the face of the swordsman saying: Do you hate me that much? Do you not care for your own life? But at the same time, he saw Brendel's sword slashing towards him.
A perfect slash with all his strength....
"This is impossible!" The swordsman from the Dener Family almost dropped his sword and screamed as he clutched his head.
But regardless of whether it was possible or not, Brando's sword accurately struck his blade. What happened after that was a carbon copy of what happened before. Six sword strikes in a row, and two Gold-ranked swordsmen were easily killed by Brendel in a matter of seconds.
In fact, it was not as easy for a normal person to kill a dog.
For a moment, the entire left wing of the battlefield was silent.
Brando pulled his sword out from the corpse of the second swordsman and wiped it on the latter's clothes before looking around. Wherever he looked, the noble soldiers of the Kruss Family were so frightened that they retreated like a receding tide. Their fear was contagious, and it quickly turned into a message of despair.
Brando moved forward, and thousands of soldiers screamed as if they had seen a ghost. The people at the front could not take it anymore. They threw down their weapons and ran away. At first, only a small portion of the soldiers were in front of Brando, but it destroyed the last of the Kruss Family's confidence, and the soldiers began to scatter in large numbers.
With one person as the center, they began to scatter.
On the battlefield, Lord Kruss's personal guards and his Knights were the ones who held the fort.
Brando was still looking at him from afar, but the distance between them was less than a hundred meters. However, both sides did not seem to have the intention to continue fighting. Brando stood under the encirclement of the wolves, and he saw the human Knight in front of him opening a path for him.
Behind him was Lord Kruss, who was fully equipped and mounted on his horse.
In fact, Lord Kruss knew that he had lost, but he did not admit defeat.
This Knight, who had abandoned his comrades on the battlefield in Kantnar, was now sitting on his horse with a longsword in his hand. He ordered everyone to stay, but he wanted to fight Brando alone.
He held the longsword in his right hand, sat on the horse's back, and stretched out his left hand towards Brando.
Brando looked at him and understood what he meant. This was a challenge.
He nodded.
Lord Kruss raised his longsword and shouted: "Erouine, your sword will always shine!"
The wolves also separated.
Brando rode forward, but his speed was not fast.
Lord Kruss rushed down the mountain, and Brando slowly ran up the mountain from the foot of the mountain. The two crossed paths. Brando directly transferred the longsword from his right hand to his left hand, and used Bahamut's Claw to grab Lord Kruss's longsword. Without any fancy moves, he stabbed the longsword with his left hand into Lord Kruss's chest.
With a bang, the huge force knocked Lord Kruss off his horse. This veteran of the November War rolled a few times on the ground, his face covered in dust. Using the last of his strength, he raised his head to look at the young man on the horse's back.
"The glory you brought back, cough cough …" The muffled voice under the mask said: "I accept it."
Brando looked down at the man and said: "Actually, I came to tell you that they did not blame you. That war was not your fault. "
Lord Kruss froze. "How … is that possible? Cough cough, you are not lying to me?"
"You should know about the oak tree in Dekota's hometown. He asked me to let you take care of it. His father planted it when he was young, "Brando replied in a low voice.
"It really is him … sob sob sob …" The Knight cried like a child. "I am sorry …"
Brando did not say anything.
The November War itself was a mistake. He knew that Lord Kruss' story came from a quest in the game. Lord Kruss was full of remorse for his mistakes. Ten years later, he would issue this quest to all the players he recognized. It was a quest that everyone in the south knew. The quest's name was' Atonement '. Brando admired the old Knight because he was willing to repent for his actions. In fact, he did not make any big mistakes on the battlefield in Kandnar.
He only carried out his orders.
Lord Kruss wept and died. Brando sighed. The blood of Erouine's people flowed on the battlefield. He had no choice but to end the war. Perhaps only through the baptism of blood and fire could the kingdom be reborn.
He raised his head and looked at the remaining Graudin Knights on the battlefield.
"Leave," he said: "This is no longer your battlefield."
But the Knights shook their heads.
"We don't know what you know, sir, but you have brought glory to our lord. This is a noble act. Thank you," the leader of the Knights replied: "But this is where we will die."
The sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard.
Brando shook his head and turned around. The black wolves swarmed forward.
… …
The Highlanders fled out of fear. Lord Kruss died, and Lord Kruss's army fell apart. The Grey Bear Lord was hesitant and refused to step forward. Madara did not make a move. But it was fine. Dead people were not to be trusted.
The situation on the battlefield seemed to have reversed in the blink of an eye. It was such a solid advantage, but it was gone in a moment. There was a sense of loneliness in the forest.
Lord Palas, who was at the frontline, suddenly felt a deep sense of fatigue. He looked around and saw the determination in the eyes of the Knights around him. But the corpses of the soldiers on the battlefield were piled on top of each other. Broken spears and broken armors were everywhere. The tattered flags were dyed with the color of the setting sun.
In fact, they had already failed.
But he could still retreat to Lord Palas. These rebels could not hold him back. As long as he was still there, he could reorganize the army. Although Madara was indecisive, they were still a force to be reckoned with.
But …
Victory was so close, as if it was at hand. It was so close, but why did it disappear in the blink of an eye? Or was it an unrealistic hope? Aouine, what's going on?
Everything he was familiar with was already far away, leaving behind only the taste of the past memories. The older Knights took the younger Knights to battle. Before the battle, they told the young Erouine's belief. This belief was passed down from generation to generation. Lord Palas was once young. He still remembered the songs of the Knights.
But those ballads were no longer sung.
The decaying kingdom was like a dilapidated wall, blocking out all light. The old Knight seemed to see the light of new life piercing through the dark wall. He wanted to see the hope behind the wall, but before that, he was destined to be crushed under the collapsing wall.
After the news came from both sides of the battlefield, he lost control of the army. Most of the soldiers from the foreign territories fled. The lords and lords retreated to the back of the battlefield. Lord Palas did not want to mock these cowards because it was meaningless.
He led the three thousand men of Lord Palas's territory forward. The old Knight's mask was stained with the blood of the setting sun. Now, he was going to put an end to this war.
… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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