With a shrill scream, the gargoyle swooped down and grabbed Burnley's shoulder with its hook-like claws, lifting the ball-shaped body into the air. The industrialist did not react at first. He waved his arms and legs in a panic and wanted to shout, but when he saw the situation he was in, he was so scared that his face turned pale and he could not move.
Everyone looked up. Although they despised him, they knew that they would not fare any better if they were in his shoes.
Brando held his sword with one hand and stood in front of the army. He waved his hand without turning back, "Gargoyle, uom! (Witchcraft: Come back!) "
When he turned around again, it was as if the tide of the ocean had receded. Under his gaze, over a hundred people actually took a step back. As soon as the nobles' private soldiers retreated, they revealed Ciel, who was being held back by countless spears.
"Don't move, I surrender!" The young adept immediately raised his hand when he saw this, indicating that he had no intention of resisting.
[I say, this guy should have some backbone, right?] Brando could not help but sigh and shake his head. But Charles acted as if he did not see it. Instead, he winked at him, meaning, "The rest is up to you, my Lord. I've done my best." It was a good thing that Brendel was not angered to death.
At this moment, the white-maned riders entered the battlefield and formed a semicircle behind Brando. They seemed to want to take over control of the situation from the nobles' private soldiers.
The Golden Apple Lord wanted to curse when he saw this scene, but he had lost Makavu and Burnley, who had been giving him advice, was suspended in the air. His other captain, Granson, was attacking the castle. He had no one to rely on other than a bunch of random people.
He endured it and rode up alone. In fact, he was sweating profusely. He almost thought that the gargoyle's charge was directed at him. [But why did that young man grab Burnley?]
The Golden Apple Lord came to the encirclement with doubts in his heart and stood opposite of Luc Beson with a group of nobles. Both sides did not talk much. Or rather, there was nothing to talk about. The conflict between the Grinoires nobles and the local army had been going on for a long time. There was no need for formalities.
On the other hand, 'Tiger' Luc Beson was like a javelin on a horse. This dark-skinned soldier glanced at the nobles led by the Golden Apple Lord and laughed in disdain. Although he was in the White-Mane army, his heart was with the King's faction. He looked down on both sides and naturally would not lower himself to the level of these short-sighted nobles.
On the contrary, his gaze fell on Brendel. This young man who was able to remain calm in the face of an army and defeated four of his captains with a single sword strike had truly piqued his interest. But what surprised him was that the young man's gaze also passed through the crowd and landed on him.
[He knows me?]
Luc Beson frowned, but quickly calmed down. "Young man, I will give you a chance. Put down the pitiful Sir Burnley. As you can see, your comrade is also in our hands." He opened his mouth and took over the command from the Golden Apple Lord.
When Brando heard this voice, he immediately recognized that it was' Tiger 'Luc Beson. Before the first War of the Black Rose, he had heard him speak from afar when he was doing an honorary mission in Fortress Riedon.
'Tiger' Luc Beson, an Upper Silver Swordsman. He was one of the most powerful people in Erouine.
In front of such a powerful person, Brando did not dare to be careless. He let out a sigh of relief and thought quickly. He looked at the Golden Apple Lord and then looked at Luc Beson. He knew that his only chance of survival depended on them opposing each other.
This antagonism did not arise by chance.
In Fortress Riedon, the conflict between the local noble council and the local army was similar to most of the conflicts in this ancient country. It all started from the unique political system of Erouine. Because it originated from the divided Empire of Gruse, Erouine's laws were derived from the Dark Empire's laws. But after the long war between the lords, in order to prevent history from repeating itself, the fourth monarch of the kingdom, Ain the First, set up a new system where the royal family controlled the army, and the local military and politics were divided.
With duchies and counts as the foundation, the lords formed a small 'country'. In these countries, the lords enjoyed complete legislative and administrative power. However, in terms of taxation, the king had the first right to levy taxes on all mines, forests, and farmlands in any territory, while the nobles only had the second right to levy taxes. Other than the militia and guards, the nobles were not allowed to form their own private army. The local defense was taken care of by the royal family's army.
Through the system of taxation and central army, during the era of the king's power, the royal family closely monitored the local areas and built the powerful Kingdom of Erouine. But Brando knew that as long as one was human, they would make mistakes. Behind the glory of the kingdom, there were hidden dangers. With the decline of the king's power, the disadvantages gradually emerged.
The conflict originated from the internal division of the royal family. About sixty years ago, when the 'Devout Believer' Edward ascended the throne, Erouine entered the era of the Corvado Dynasty. Duke Arreck, who also had the right to inherit the throne, had always held a grudge. When the internal division of the royal family was divided, the local army began to have different factions.
And when the royal family found that they could not effectively control the large army, the central authority in the local areas began to weaken. In fact, ever since the Year of the Cave Beast, the king's taxation officers could not even enter a third of the territory. It was clear to see how much the royal family's authority had weakened.
He knew that ever since Duke Arreck had taken over his father's position eleven years ago, he had forced King Oberg the 6th to change the new defense laws. The only military forces under the royal family's control were the Imperial Guards, Seifer's Black Blade Squad, and the 11th Free Cavalry Company stationed in Ampere Seale.
Based on this background, the royal family's influence on the local areas became weaker and weaker. But even so, the local areas were not monolithic. The local nobles and the local army's struggle for power was becoming more and more intense. Just like in Grinoires, the feud between Count Pula and the Grand Duke of Grinoires had long been a topic of gossip.
And in Fortress Riedon, this conflict was manifested between the Golden Apple Lord and Luc Beson. Although they had the same attitude towards giving up the Bucce region, it was up to their own abilities to decide who would bear the responsibility. Luc Beson had been at a disadvantage all this time, but now that they had appeared, things had taken a turn for the better.
This change was whether or not he was part of the Bucce militia. As long as they were here, the excuse prepared by the Golden Apple Lord would become a lie. Deceiving the king was not a small matter. Although the royal family was the royal family in name, the central authority's reprimand could be used as an excuse for the nobles to attack each other.
After thinking about this, Brando realized that his life was not in danger for the time being. Maybe the Golden Apple Lord would want him to die, but that would have to depend on Luc Beson's agreement.
Brando suddenly felt a little sad. He already knew all of this, but he could not explain it to Freya. If the girl knew that all of her efforts were destined to be ruined by these people who still had to fight each other in the end, she would not be able to accept it.
But even though it was sad, he had to thank Martha for making these people short-sighted, allowing him to use this opportunity to speak. When he heard Luc Beson's words, he could not help but reveal a cold smile: "What a joke, everyone."
His nonsensical words stunned everyone.
"Joke?" Luc Beson looked down from his horse and laughed: "What's so funny about it?"
Brando thought to himself that he would not be able to laugh soon. He waved his hand to summon the gargoyle to his side. Then he threw the Elven sword from his left hand to his right hand.
"Sir Luc Beson." He turned his head and said: "Your Lordship, you want me to put this fatty down?" He patted Burnley's face with his hand, and he could not help but think of the scene when he first saw these people one or two hours ago.
The scene where Earl Dunn took away his sword and raised it — — — — -
These memories flowed through his mind like water, calming him down. He raised his head and replied: "What I think is funny is that some people do not even know that they are about to die. Do you really think that Fortress Riedon is safe and that Madara's army does not dare to step into Erouine's territory?"
"Madara?" Luc Beson and the Golden Apple Lord were stunned again.
"Kid, what are you trying to say?" The Golden Apple Lord was still thinking about the relationship between Abel and Wizard Gabe, so he could not help but step forward and ask.
Brando did not want to waste time with them. He picked up the sword and placed it next to Burnley's neck. Before he even said a word, the Elven sword had already shined brightly, and a layer of fluorescent light flashed on its surface.
"Sir Burnley is rich and knowledgeable. Can you tell me where this sword came from?" Brando suddenly sneered and asked in the same tone as someone else.
The fat man who was being held by the gargoyle suddenly struggled with all his might and retreated backwards.
But Brando did not care about him. He finally confirmed what he was thinking and could not help but scold: "This sword is called the 'Thorn of Light'. It is a sword that was born from light. All the undead have nowhere to hide in front of it. Unfortunately, you only cared about admiring the sword and forgot what happened when Earl Dunn got this sword. You short-sighted idiots. "
"My lords, do you think this fatty is your companion? What a joke, Tarkus has already planted spies among you, and you still do not know — "
Luc Beson and the other nobles were dumbfounded. They did not know if Abel was telling the truth. Although the commander of the White-Mane army subconsciously believed Brando's words, he still hoped that what Brando said was not true.
But Brando had already raised the sword and pierced it into Burnley's ball-shaped body. The latter cried out in pain and his body quickly shriveled up. Then, his appearance quickly changed and he turned into a disgusting, shriveled monster.
"Necromancer!" Luc Beson recognized it at first glance.
Seeing this, the Golden Apple Lord sat back on his horse and shouted: "Impossible!"
His reaction shocked everyone, and almost everyone turned to look at him. Only Brando's expression was cold. He knew what had happened. History did not change, but he finally understood what happened on this day and why Fortress Riedon fell so quickly.
The Golden Apple Lord felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Every word that the damn fatty said to him had turned into a vicious trap in his eyes. In order to capture Brando and his men, he had already transferred a third of the castle's guards to Burnley's private soldiers.
As for those private soldiers, it was easy to guess what they were.
While they were hesitating, they suddenly saw blue flames shooting up to the sky from the west and northwest of Fortress Riedon. There was no need for words, everyone knew what had happened.
At that moment, the Golden Apple Lord could not help but feel dizzy.
"Retreat, retreat quickly! Go to the east gate! "
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