Brando watched coldly from the side as the nobles gathered together to argue. The nobles' private soldiers were in a constant state of panic. The nobles wanted to leave the city to the east, but what about their subjects in Fortress Riedon? No one mentioned it.
At this moment, no one cared about the political struggles anymore. They were arguing about what to do with their family's assets. Some of them wanted to preserve their lives, while others wanted to bring as much as they could. Some of them would rather die than give up their family's assets, as if Madara would give him a way out because he was a noble. He lowered his head and wiped his sword. That slash had given him 220 EXP, and it was the best reward he had after killing the Golden Tree Boss. [Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha!]
It seemed like it was a mid-level necromancer, but he was lucky. The necromancer probably didn't expect him to pick it. Necromancers had low strength compared to other necromancers. The level 30 mid-level necromancer was immobilized by the gargoyle, which gave Brando the chance to pick up the loot.
A mid-level necromancer had more than that.
Brando cut open the necromancer's forehead in front of everyone and took out a piece of bone. He then cut off four fingers from the necromancer's right hand and pried open its jaw, carefully picking out its teeth and putting them into his pocket. His shocking actions caused everyone to go silent. They looked at Brando as if they were looking at a demon. Although it was a necromancer, it still had a human form, but Brando's actions were like an experienced hunter handling his prey.
However, Brando didn't think there was anything wrong with it, because he was handling his prey anyway. Mid-level necromancers were different from low-level cannon fodder. Their soulfire nodules had a chance to be refined into gems for embedding. The four fingers of the right hand that held the staff could be used to cast spells, and their teeth could be used to make paralysis poison.
As such, it wasn't wrong to say that their entire body was a treasure.
Ciel, on the other hand, knew some of the stories, which was why he ran out from the private army and stood respectfully at Brendel's side. The private soldiers of the nobles had been working for money, and their morale had long since dissipated. Naturally, no one would care about him. However, the young wizard couldn't help but recall the scene of Brando testing his sword beside Earl Dunn's corpse. Only then did he realize that there was a deeper meaning behind his lord's actions, and he couldn't help but admire him.
He looked at Brando and felt that the wise highland wizards in Karsuk were just as calm as him.
On the other hand, Luc Beson had calmed down after a brief moment of absent-mindedness. He grabbed the reins and rode on the horse's back. Unlike the others, he wasn't in a hurry to escape. Instead, he looked at the young man with interest. In his opinion, Brando was calm, quick-witted, and not lacking in decisiveness. At his age, he could be considered powerful. If he had been born ten years earlier, he would definitely have become a prominent figure.
However, even as a member of the Royal Faction, Erouine could not help but shake his head. He looked up at the dark night and couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the country.
For a moment, there was silence among them.
Only a genius would know that Brendel was trying to figure out which path he should take to escape. He looked at The Shire who was standing at the side and couldn't help but ask, "Which one do you think is easier to deal with, the Pale Rider or the Black Warrior?" Charles was stunned by the question that came out of nowhere. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.
Brando shook his head and looked at the noisy nobles who finally retreated to the east with their private soldiers. The corpses of their comrades were left messily on the riverbank, and no one cared about them.
"In his poem, Gobel compared the nobles of Karsuk to bandits. I think Grinoires is not far from that." The Shire sneered.
"This country is going to be finished." Brando did not care if Luc Beson was beside him and sneered. However, he was not going to argue with a group of people who were about to die. These guys went out from the east and bumped into Tarkus's most capable general — the famous' Dragon's Calamity ', Lord Tamara. Brando was wondering why these people would die in history. Now, looking at their stupid decision, it was not that hard to understand.
"You're not going to run?" Luc Beson asked as if he did not hear Hao Ren's words.
Before Brando could answer, there was a sudden gust of wind in the sky. Everyone looked up instinctively and saw two huge Humerus Wyrms, one in front and one behind. They grew bigger and bigger and roared over their heads.
At that moment, everyone present was scared stiff. It was an indescribable feeling. The terrifying yet elegant undead flew across the sky. Purple flames burned between the grayish-black bones, burning out from between the ribs. Every flap of its huge wings produced a heavy gust of wind. As it flew over everyone's heads, the purple flames left a long trail behind. The wind pressure made everyone's scalp numb, as if they heard a piercing scream from the bottom of their hearts.
The scream itself was like a long nightmare. It bred the breath of corruption and despair in people's hearts. It was as if white bones were growing out of the dark ground, and the rotten tendons were covered with white maggots. The withered land stretched as far as the eye could see. The sky was gloomy, and one was standing alone in the middle of this gray plain.
Brando almost quivered before he recovered from this state of mind. He could not help but exclaim in his heart. This was the Aura of Fear of the Skeletal Wyrms. Just by flying over, it had such a huge impact on the people present. He could not help but look around. He saw the warhorses on the riverbank fleeing in fear, or kneeling on the ground.
Then he saw Luc Beson. When the latter realized that Hao Ren had also woken up, he could not help but be stunned. "Come with us, young man. As you can see, the strength of an individual is very small in the face of such a level of power. "
Brando looked at him and shook his head. He could not trust this guy now. Moreover, in history, Luc Beson was dead. He did not want to touch the bad luck that he had. It was not easy to get to this point. As long as he could escape from this dead city, his plan would be half completed.
After that, he could peacefully kill monsters and level up, and then wait for Erouine to reach his end.
Brando saw that his good days had just begun. How could he fall into a trap again? He thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth to let the other party know the difficulties and retreat. "I want to break out from the north because my friends are waiting for me there. If General Luc Beson does not mind, you can come with me. "
Luc Beson stared at him and hesitated for a moment. But in the end, he shook his head. Blue flames were burning in the north, northwest, and west, indicating that the undead army was invading from that direction. Although he appreciated this young man, he would not sacrifice himself.
But Brando did not tell him that at this time, except for the east, the other directions were about the same. But the north was closer. At this time, time was an advantage. Time was life.
He patted The Shire's shoulder and replied, "In that case, we will take our leave first. If fate wills it, I hope we can meet again. "
In history, although Luc Beson was not much different from ordinary nobles, at least he was a capable person. And he was one of the few people in that era who thought of the concept of a country. Subconsciously, Brando did not mind if he lived.
But he looked at the other party and did not say anything unnecessary. He was afraid that he would accidentally remind the other party. Maybe it would not be a problem for a while, but 'Tiger' Luc Beson was not a girl like Freya or the Roman who had not seen the world. If he found something suspicious, who knew what would happen?
These days, astrologers were respected by the people, but charlatans were burned at the stake. [I don't want to risk my life for this unnecessary risk.]
*****
The year of flowers and summer leaves, the second of June.
The peace of the past was burned to ashes in the raging fire. Wherever the undead army passed, the land was scorched. Countless people lost their lives, their families were broken, and their families were destroyed.
When people found out that praying could not save them, and that the only people they could rely on were the nobles who abandoned them, a long scar was formed. This kind of distrust began to spread from the war zone to the rear.
But Brando knew that this was only the first step towards Erouine's end.
The news of the fall of Fortress Riedon only reached Fort Vermeer six days later. At this time, Tarkus's flanks were already threatening Ankez. The entire Fort Vermeer and Fortress Riedon defense line seemed to have been destroyed in an instant. Only a lonely fortress was left struggling to hold on.
On the 11th, news of the undead army in Viero's direction reached Corvado. On the second day, Oberg the Seventh secretly met with Madara's envoy.
On the 13th, Ampere Seale's Free Merchant Alliance announced their participation in the war.
On the 14th, Madara's envoy formally met with Oberg.
On the 20th, the frontlines stopped fighting. Then, both sides formed a diplomatic group and the war entered a long period of negotiations.
But the war continued to move forward at a slow pace. In the first month, the frontlines seemed to be struggling in a quagmire. Madara's army fanned the flames everywhere, and Erouine's slow response often caused them to suffer huge losses.
However, the royal family was happy to see such a loss.
Thus, the negotiations were further delayed. On the 5th of the 7th month, Madara's army entered Randner and met with Ampere Seale's mercenaries for the first time. History's' Battle of Klingenberg 'began. Incirsta became famous in this battle. Under the protection of the artillery, the Black Knight under his command tore apart the flanks of Arreck's mercenaries time and time again, and finally settled the battle.
After that, Madara's army triumphantly advanced, and even reached the capital of Randner at the furthest. In this series of battles, Incirsta, Tarkus, Weyland, Ogyust, Greta, and many other young names shone brightly. Only Brando knew what these names meant in the future.
But history continued to move forward. On the 16th of the 7th month, Oberg the Seventh once again met with Madara's envoy. Three days later, the negotiations finally came to an end, and the first War of the Black Rose came to an end.
However, this war started like lightning and ended like lightning. It was as if nothing had happened, but also as if everything had already happened. The only result of the war seemed to be Erouine's expected defeat time and time again. There was nothing else worth mentioning.
But after that, for a period of ten years, Bucce no longer belonged to the people who once loved that land.
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(PS: I was too excited to see Hei Si that I forgot the time. = =, tragedy. When the big picture of Hei Si comes out, should I give you guys a big celebration?)
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