The brass alarm bell of Pine Castle was hung on the tall tower. When it was rung, the sound of the bell could be heard throughout half of the city. The sound of the bell was like an invisible ripple that spread throughout the city. Everywhere the sound of the bell passed through, the streets seemed to have been injected with vitality and woke up one by one.
People walked onto the streets one after another, bewildered. They asked each other what had happened.
Luc Beson was waiting for news in the eastern barracks of Fortress Riedon, but the clear sound of the bell came from outside the stone window. He turned his head to look at the dimly lit city and his expression changed. Without waiting for the messenger outside to push open the door and report, the commander of the swordsman regiment opened the door and roared outside.
"Didn't you hear me? Get up! Get up and assemble! Tell the 2nd and 3rd Platoons to follow me to Pine Castle. That idiot Esebar! "
Everyone looked at each other in dismay.
"Commander, what about the gate?" Someone stood up and asked.
"Are you an idiot? Other than that Highland Knight, who else can break into Pine Castle? That idiot Esebar wants to hide the news and let him taste his own medicine. "He calmed down a little and continued:" If anything happens to that person in the castle, you'll have to face the wrath of His Majesty the Dragon. Maybe someone wants him dead, but I don't want to be the scapegoat. As for the rest, just keep an eye on the target! "
Everyone was stunned for a moment before they started to move.
Luc Beson let out a sigh of relief, but when he thought about the Highland Knight and his mage squire, he could not help but feel a little troubled. The Highland Knight had always had its own system in history. Even when the Corvado Dynasty was at its peak, the royal family could not do anything about it, let alone him.
He could not help but curse the female relatives of Esebar in his heart.
*****
Freya followed the girl into a long and deep alley. When she heard the sound of the bell, she was startled for a moment and subconsciously turned her head back. She raised her head to look in the direction of the bell with a worried expression.
"What's wrong?" The girl called Sue asked.
"Sorry, it's nothing."
"There's going to be a war." Sue suddenly said.
Freya was startled, and turned to look at her suspiciously.
"The nobles have issued a prohibition order. They will only do this when there is a war. Although no one said it out loud, they knew it in their hearts. It's always been like this in the past. "Su said quietly from the front.
"Are you saying that they knew there would be a war?"
"Who are they? Nobles? Of course, they knew that they had their own channels to gather information. Generally speaking, when the news starts to spread in the bars in the city, they already know. "
Freya didn't answer. She just clenched her fists. She lowered her head, leaving only a flash of calm anger in her bright eyes.
"But why is there no reaction from the city?"
"We won't be able to see it even if there is a reaction, but the nobles will definitely be prepared. Since Fortress Riedon is so secure, the people in the city don't have to worry too much. However, the price of bread and wheat has increased by 10% today. This is a change that you wouldn't normally notice. "
"What if Fortress Riedon falls?"
"How could that be?"
Freya couldn't help but think of Brando's confident attitude. She shook her head and threw this thought out of her mind. "But I have a friend who said that Fortress Riedon will be breached."
'Then he must be an impostor, 'replied Sue calmly from the front.
*****
The Shire went to the top of the barracks after ringing the alarm. He glanced at the city moat from the edge of the wall. There were a lot of people gathering on the streets. It seemed like the nobles' private soldiers had arrived first.
However, this was not something he had to worry about. He withdrew his gaze and ran to the other side. He roughly estimated the distance from one end of the castle to the other, then found a feasible route and lit the witch candle in his hand. He recalled the method that Brando taught him and said, "Et 'ham."
The first syllable was to activate a part of the magic that connected to the Abyss of Darkness. The Twin Goddess Irene was in charge of this part of the magic. If the witches weren't using psychic magic, they would use this part of the magic as a medium. The Shire then raised the candle in his hand and let the light reach about 15 feet away.
He chose a tree and his whole body seemed to be pulled into a tunnel of light. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already on the top of the tree.
"Amazing, as expected of the Bunosson's witches." The Shire looked around and this time he chose another tree.
After repeating this seven or eight times, the candle in The Shire's hand was burnt to a small piece, but it was enough for him to reach the stone window on the other side. He raised the candle and placed it on the window. Then his whole body was thrown into the tunnel. When he came back to his senses, he was already in darkness.
He shook his head to get rid of the dizziness caused by the teleportation. He could already hear the sound of fighting in front of him.
It seemed like he was a little late, but it didn't matter. The Lord had left some time for him. The Shire comforted himself, but he didn't know that Brando wanted to stab him with his sword.
*****
A few minutes ago.
When Brando pushed open the heavy oak door, he didn't see the Earl hiding in the corner and shivering as he expected. On the contrary, the room was well-lit. The number of suet candles was enough to make the light not too bright or too dim. The Earl was sitting on the sofa, his black woolen suit was so neat that there wasn't even the slightest wrinkle. He raised his head and looked at Brando at the same level. In front of him was the Elven sword, the Thorn of Light.
Brando was slightly startled when he saw this scene. He didn't expect the King's minister to have such courage. Of course, this also made him vigilant. The other party was not afraid, which meant that he must have something to rely on.
"I didn't expect it to be you, young man. I thought you were an assassin sent by those trash from Gettysburg. But of course, you could also be an assassin hired by those bastards. But can you tell me the answer? "The middle-aged man was slightly surprised when he saw Brendel, but he still asked with a calm face.
Gettysburg? Isn't this guy from the Royal Faction? Brando was puzzled, but he shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not. But if you cooperate with me, I have no interest in killing you."
"Is that so? You have no interest in killing me? Then I really have to thank you. But unfortunately, I am very interested in killing you. " As the middle-aged man spoke, a crossbow suddenly appeared in his hand. When Brando saw the edge of the crossbow flashing with a faint blue light, he knew that it was poisoned.
But he was already prepared for this. He was very familiar with the tricks of the nobles. When the middle-aged man made a move, he swung his sword and blocked the arrow. But before he had time to relax, a gust of wind came from behind him. Brando's experience in countless battles made him instinctively pull back his sword to block the attack.
A loud sound rang out. Brando was almost sent flying and crashed into a cabinet. After a series of cracking sounds, he clenched his teeth and crawled up from the broken pieces of wood.
A Black Iron Swordsman, and a sneak attack. Is there any justice in this world?
Brando couldn't help but feel scared. He was glad that his previous opponents were players. Otherwise, this sneak attack would have killed him instantly. Of course, he remembered his old opponents in the game. Players didn't and didn't need the so-called dignity of an expert. They were simply the synonym of shamelessness. Some of them were even wretched just for the sake of being wretched. That was the true definition of a hooligan.
Because of this, Brando was already used to it. Guarding against sneak attacks had become an instinct for him. In other words, has anyone ever seen a player who didn't like sneak attacks? But even so, a Black Iron Swordsman was still a problem for him. His strength was at least 15 OZ. Even if he activated Power Burst, he might not be able to gain the upper hand.
On the other side, the middle-aged man and his companions were also shocked. They originally thought that their attack would definitely kill him. Although it looked like Brando was in a difficult situation, everyone knew in their hearts that for a Black Iron Swordsman, that little bit of damage was nothing.
The middle-aged man frowned, but immediately sneered: "I didn't know that this bug-like commoner had some skills. But this won't change the outcome."
He picked up the Elven Sword and stood up. He sneered: "You also saw the strength of my guard. You are not his opponent. But that's also true. How could a small character like you be worthy of such a treasure? I might as well give you a suggestion. How about you chop off the hand that touched this treasure sword and I'll let you live? Of course, your two companions are mine. I want them to be my slaves. I promise to treat them slightly better. At least I'll let them live like dogs. Haha — "
As he spoke, his face was filled with a savage smile.
Brando couldn't help taking in a cold breath after hearing this. His face sunk, although he knew that the other side was trying to provoke him, he still couldn't control his anger. But he could not suppress the anger in his heart. When he came to this world, the first people he came into contact with were Roman, Freya, and everyone in the militia. These people gave him a precious sense of reality when compared to this world.
Just like the grandfather he had seen in his dreams, he had become his greatest spiritual support in this world. Because of this, how could he tolerate this fellow's insults here.
His fingers, which were gripping the longsword, turned slightly white.
The middle-aged man secretly observed Brando's expression, while his hand made a gesture to his companions behind him. The two people in the room were pleasantly surprised. Normally, experienced swordsmen would not lose their rationality because of external things, but they never thought that he would hit the other side's reverse scale with just a casual try.
"Ulysses, force him!" The middle-aged man ordered with his hand gesture.
The tall swordsman immediately closed in on Brando's side. His swordsmanship was exquisite, and there were almost no flaws in his attack path that could be exploited. Brando only had eyes for the middle-aged man. His body leaned forward, and his posture was the most aggressive military swordsmanship posture.
Ulysses couldn't help secretly laughing when he saw this. A young boy was indeed a young boy. In front of a stronger opponent, he still dared to be impetuous.
He couldn't help but hold the sword in his hand tightly, waiting for an opportunity to kill. He could almost see Brando's side opening.
"Ulysses!" The middle-aged man suddenly shouted. Ulysses subconsciously thought that it was a signal for him to attack. Yes, it was at this moment. He had already seized a gap that Brando couldn't defend.
He didn't have time to withdraw his sword.
But the tall swordsman's face only revealed half of his sinister smile. The silver-gray ring on Brando's right index finger caught his eyes.
“Oss！”
There was a loud sound, and there was no chance to retreat. The sharp thorns formed by the airflow pushed forward. The tall swordsman, who was hit head-on, had a strange depression on his face, chest, and lower abdomen. Then, he was pushed to the ceiling by the huge wind pressure. With a loud bang, a big hole was opened in the ceiling. The light dimmed in an instant. Sand and stone chips fell down, accompanied by some viscous liquid and broken limbs …
On the other side, the middle-aged man almost didn't have time to react. A cold sword was placed on his neck from the side.
"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Brando slowly walked out of the smoke and asked coldly.
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