Since Brando did not deliberately hide himself, he was discovered by the guards when he passed through the first floor of the courtyard. After he killed three of them, the seven-man patrol squad scattered in all directions and spread the news of the intruder to every corner of the castle.
There were thirty-two guards in the castle, and most of them were mercenaries. Their captain was the leader of the mercenaries from Randner. Not only did he possess the strength of an Iron-ranked swordsman, but he was also a commander.
That was why he was ambushed when he entered the second floor of the banquet hall. There were eleven guards involved in this ambush. When he pushed open the door, the hall was brightly lit. The archers who were lying in ambush in the corridor above immediately took action and shot arrows at Brendel.
At such a close distance, Brando only had time to raise his hands to protect his face, chest, and lower abdomen. The blue light on his protective gloves flashed slightly, and the most accurate arrows were pushed aside by the expanding light. Of course, there were still a few arrows that brushed past his arms and thighs.
Brando gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart. His 4 OZ Physique was equivalent to his muscles, and it would automatically reduce the damage that would cause serious injuries to normal damage. The original superficial wounds would become abrasions, and the lighter weapons would not even be able to cut through his skin.
Even so, the pain did not lessen at all.
If it was under normal circumstances, Brando would have retreated and taken a detour to the spiral staircase on the second floor, knowing that there was a large number of guards lying in ambush on the second floor. Even though there would be guards at the spiral staircase on the inner side of the castle, the terrain there would not be so dangerous.
But it was different now.
He swung his sword diagonally upwards, and a transparent ripple passed through his blade and spread across half of the hall. With a loud crash, the candlesticks and utensils on the long dining table in the hall fell to the ground along with the ripple. The chandelier on the ceiling exploded, and the railings on the corridor were split in half. The guards on the railings were beheaded and fell to the ground.
The [White Raven Sword Style] was Erouine's royal sword style. This secret skill was one of the rare ranged skills that warriors could learn in the early to middle stages. At Level 0, the blade of the [White Raven Sword Style] would be able to travel five to six meters away from the sword and double the width of the attack. At Level 25, this swordsmanship could attack enemies hundreds of meters away. It was almost on par with Swordsmen who had activated Elemental Power.
It only consumed 3 points of Stamina from the beginning to the end, which was nothing compared to the huge consumption of Elemental Power. This was also the reason why so many people were so eager to learn intermediate skills.
Brando's shocking strike actually caused a moment of silence in the hall. It wasn't until the sound of broken wood falling from the second floor of the hall that everyone woke up from their stupor.
"Knight!"
"Knight of the Temple!"
"In the name of Martha! Mr. Arno, let's retreat! "The guards screamed, losing their will to resist and retreating.
Sword Aura Projection was one of the basic skills of a warrior who had activated his Elemental Power. According to tradition, the Holy Cathedral of Fire would confer the title of Knight to these people. In order to distinguish between Knights of different countries, they were also known as Knights of the Holy Cathedral.
In front of a Knight, a Level 3 Strength System was nothing, let alone ordinary people like them. Unless they could exhaust the opponent's Stamina, it would be futile no matter how many of them there were.
"Knight my ass!" Captain Arno pulled back the man closest to him. He couldn't help but curse in his heart. That was definitely a royal swordsman. Could it be that they were involved in a palace struggle? As the leader of the mercenaries, he was naturally more knowledgeable. He even knew that the noble upstairs was a vassal. It wasn't the first time he was involved in a political struggle, but it was the first time he saw the legendary royal swordsman.
That was the highest level of royal swordsmanship, one of the core powers of the royal family. For a mere lower level Iron swordsman to be able to explode with such power, Arno couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
But as a mercenary, he still remembered his duty. He raised his head and looked around. Most of the guards had already fled, and the rest were not fearless. They were too scared to move.
Brando's sword had killed four people.
Arno didn't have time to feel heartache. He stood up and shouted, "Retreat! Retreat! Tell the people on the spiral staircase to retreat. This floor can't be defended. We'll go up to the next floor. "
The remaining guards came to their senses and immediately retreated from all the doors. Some were so scared that they didn't even want their bows and arrows. They were just short of taking off their armor and throwing it away.
This scene made Arno disheartened. "Damn it, these nobles are so troublesome." He cursed. Then he turned around and lifted the guard from the ground. 'Pa, pa' he slapped the guard twice to wake him up from his fear. He said angrily, "Go to the barracks in the castle and sound the alarm. Do you understand?"
"Sound the alarm? But didn't the duke say that it's to warn the whole city?" The guard was stunned.
"Bullshit! If the guest dies, we're all dead. Do you understand? "
The guard was stunned and quickly nodded.
*****
It had to be said that this attendant was quite clever. He was afraid that the other party had other accomplices, so he didn't dare to take the inner spiral staircase. Instead, he secretly climbed down the kitchen rope. Although it took some time, at least in his opinion, it was absolutely safe.
He knew that Arno had placed his hopes on the barracks on the other side of the castle. There was a small group of White-Mane soldiers stationed there to support the guards in the castle. There were a total of seven of them, including a division leader. Although they usually looked down on each other, they hoped to see each other soon. But before the attendant could run over, he was shocked to find the corpses of two sentinels in dark blue military uniforms lying in the middle of the courtyard. He immediately realized that the sentinels had accomplices.
The bodyguard reacted quickly and almost immediately turned around and left.
But it was too late. A white light shot out from the second floor of the barracks and pierced through the guard's chest. The magic arrow's powerful force sent the guard's corpse flying seven to eight meters and it crashed into a pine tree.
The Shire stood by the stone window and looked outside for a long time. After confirming that the guard was dead and that there were no accomplices, he retracted his gaze. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the rope dangling from the clock tower. There were still five minutes before Brando's meeting time.
*****
Arno did not know that the person he sent to deliver the message had been killed. Even the small group of White-Mane soldiers that he was counting on had been wiped out. He was now hoping that his remaining men could hold on until the reinforcements arrived.
They were guarding the staircase from the third floor to the second floor. Behind them was the guest room and they had nowhere to go. Although he usually looked down on them, he was now envious of the servants. At least they could find a place to hide, but he, as the guard leader, could not.
If the count died under his protection, he would probably have to change his name and escape to the mountains to become a bandit.
The young swordsman quickly appeared in his vision.
Brando estimated the time. There were only a few minutes left. However, he shook off the blood foam on his sword, thinking that it should be enough. But when he looked at the defensive line formed by more than ten guards in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Were these guys really that weak? He thought that it would be a tough battle.
He could also see that the guard leader was at least an average Black Iron Swordsman. Logically speaking, he should have the upper hand.
But Brando was wrong about one thing. It was the advantage of having skills. He thought that since he could obtain skills from the first five levels, the others should be able to do the same. But Brando was used to dealing with players and forgot that this was a privilege that only players had.
Most of the guards here were militia members before they joined the mercenaries. They had learned some crude swordsmanship and the rest of their experience was gained through actual battles. Just like Arno, he came from the military and learned Erouine's military swordsmanship. Other than that, he did not know anything else.
Of course, even if he knew this, he would not be merciful. He knew that the guest he was protecting meant a lot to these people. Thus, both sides had no choice.
The guards drew their bows and shot arrows.
Brando raised his protective gloves and deflected the arrows. But in fact, he only needed to block Arno's arrow because the arrows of the others were no threat to him.
"First team, attack!" Seeing that the arrows were ineffective and the enemy was getting closer, Arno could only brace himself and lead his men forward.
He organized seven men and they cursed the enemy for being shameless. Why didn't they go first? But they thought that they would definitely die this time. But when they rushed out, they felt a shadow pass by them.
They subconsciously turned around and were surprised to find that the Grim Reaper had bypassed them and was in front of their captain.
When Arno saw Brando's figure disappear from his sight, he knew that things were not good. He had fought with the Sun Knight before and knew that the Kingdom's Knights had a skill called Charge which could instantly increase their speed. He felt his scalp tingle. Countless battle experience forced him to raise his sword and block. Clang! Sparks flew as the two swords clashed.
"As expected of an average Iron-ranked player."
Brando thought to himself. Arno's sword came without any warning. If he was in the game, he would be an extremely experienced swordsman. He remembered that he had suffered a great loss when he was around level 20 because of NPCs who climbed up in battle.
But that was then, and this was now.
Brendel did not give his opponent a chance to catch his breath and swung his sword at him again. This time, it was a burst of strength. Arno was scared out of his wits. He could not help but wonder who this kid was. He knew court swordsmanship, Knight skills, and the burst of strength of a Berserker. Was there any justice in this world?
Even with his vast experience, he could not help but feel a chill in his heart. Fortunately, he was knowledgeable. If it was someone else, they would have died without knowing why.
Arno wanted to counterattack, but when he saw this sword, he lost all thoughts and went into a defensive stance. After the swords clashed, both of their swords were bent to the limit and let out a teeth-numbing screech. Brando was still fine after that, but the guard captain took seven steps back and almost fell on his butt.
Arno's Iron-ranked strength should have exceeded 9 OZ and should have suppressed Brando. But now, the situation was the opposite.
This was the power of a skill.
When Arno retreated, the guards on the left and right came to their senses and wanted to attack. But Brendel casually swung his sword behind him, and a Wind Blade flew out, sending the man's head flying.
He then moved forward. Arno saw this and decisively threw his sword away and shouted, "I surrender!"
Just as he finished speaking, the alarm bell outside rang.
"If you surrender, throw down your weapons and scram!"
Brando growled.
The guards felt as if they had been pardoned. They threw away their weapons and fled. They were already scared out of their wits, and now that their captain had agreed to surrender, they naturally lost their will to fight.
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PS: Sorry, I went out for dinner today and was a bit late.
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