The news of Madara's army entering the city spread like a plague in Fortress Riedon. For thousands of years, the dark kingdom across the Pine Mountain Range was described as a place of evil. Undead, bandits, and occasional invasions, it was as if Erouine's misfortune was brought about by the other side. Thus, the nobles maintained their unchanging rule for hundreds of years, and the villagers trained themselves, ready to fight at any time.
And now, this enemy that seemed to have always existed in legends and stories not only appeared on paper, but also came to life, baring its fangs and wanting to devour people. But the citizens of Fortress Riedon realized, where were the nobles? Where was the army of Fortress Riedon?
As Brando walked, he saw more and more people coming out of their houses. He heard bits and pieces of information from the other escapees, and they hurriedly ran back into their houses, bringing their luggage and family members, and headed towards the North Gate.
More and more people came, and in the end, it formed a huge stream of people. In the eyes of the young man, the huge crowd seemed to form a grey oil painting. In the painting, there were old people, children, men, women, even mules, horses, and carriages, dragging their families as they moved forward hesitantly.
The children held onto the hands of the adults, their faces filled with curiosity. The women leaned on their men, their pale faces filled with nervousness. In the huge stream of people, not many people spoke, and only the sound of the huge group moving forward could be heard.
Because there was no one to maintain order, the stream of people collided with each other. Some people mixed in with the crowd and wanted to take advantage of the chaos. Soon, a carriage in front of them collapsed in the middle of the road, and the people moving forward slowly became stuck in the middle of the road. The people started to argue, and it quickly turned into a standoff. The people at the back cursed loudly, and an inexplicable panic began to spread among the crowd.
When Brando and The Shire found the Roman, this happened at the same time, and he ordered the coachman to drive the carriage to the side of the road. Then, he and The Shire sat on the left and right of the carriage, guarding the sides of the carriage, and calmly looked at the chaos that was spreading on the street.
"Brando, you're finally here, I was so worried." The merchant girl let out a sigh of relief. Her round-toed boots were rubbing against the wooden planks of the carriage. She was a little nervous.
"There were too many people on the way, so we were delayed." Brando pulled out his sword and answered.
"Where's Freya?"
"I don't know, let's wait and see."
The Shire watched indifferently from the side for a while. Suddenly, he whispered to his Lord, "My Lord, someone is stirring up trouble in the crowd."
"What's in it for them?" Brando was stunned. He didn't understand because he had never paid attention to the actions of these civilian NPCs in the game. He wasn't a behaviorist.
"I just want to see the world in chaos."
"Why?"
"Because they subconsciously know that only chaos will benefit them. Ambitious people will not be willing to be lonely, my lord. Some people naturally hope for chaos, but they don't usually have that opportunity. Now, the opportunity has come. "Charles stared at the people outside and said coldly.
"Even at this time of the year, they don't want to live?" Brando came from the modern world, so he knew a little about the bad habits of humans. However, this didn't mean anything. As the only social creature with high intelligence, the behavior of a certain portion of humans as a whole only meant that humans had this attribute.
This was the first time he saw such strife between people of the same class, just because of ambition. He saw the chaos in the crowd gradually expand. Some people were pushing and shoving between the fallen carriage, and soon, the cries of children could be heard.
The panic obviously deepened. Rumors of Madara's army appearing in the vicinity began to spread among the crowd. The more it spread, the more confident it became. The people who were far away were considering whether to turn around and leave. This hesitation quickly affected more people around them.
The street became chaotic.
"Even at this time of the year, my lord. My teacher once said that madness makes people bold. Hysteria and a little ambition are enough to make these people unite. "The County pointed at the group of people who were ready to move." When I was learning magic in Karsuk, my teacher built a tower between black rocks. There, the apprentices not only learned how to cast spells, but also how to manipulate human nature — "
Brando nodded. The way the wizards in Karsuk learned was similar, but also different from the wizards in Buga. The wizards in Buga wore milky white robes and walked on the white marble floor. Compared to the mysterious witchcraft in other areas, they were more like academies, nobles, or rulers among the wizards.
"What do they want?" Romaine asked curiously.
"Plunder, rob, and use violence to obtain things that they wouldn't dare to dream of. For example, a beautiful lady like you."
"Don't, don't say that. I won't thank you." Romaine's face was red from the compliment, and her small eyebrows were raised.
In the hustle and bustle, the riot finally broke out.
No one knew who made the first move, but in a moment, many people began to attack others. More people took this opportunity to squeeze forward. In the crowd, many families were separated, and those who were pushed to the ground did not have the chance to stand up.
For a moment, shouts, cries, and screams filled the air.
Brando silently watched the scene from the side. He was powerless to stop it, and could only ask the coachman to move the carriage to the side. However, this action of his attracted the attention of others. Some of the people who caused the disturbance noticed him, and when they saw Roman on the carriage, their eyes couldn't help but emit a greedy light.
Most of these people were vagrants, youths, mercenaries, and lawless adventurers who had nothing to do on the streets. They had a common language and even relied on tacit understanding to connect with each other. They pushed the people in front of them away and unintentionally approached Brando's side.
Brando saw this and frowned. He subconsciously switched his sword to the other hand, and the Roman and The Shire on the side also became nervous.
"Young man, it's not good for you to occupy a carriage by yourself, especially at this time of the year. Let me hitch a ride. " Soon, a mercenary wearing a dirty leather armor grabbed the railing of the wind lantern on the carriage and wanted to squeeze in without any explanation.
"Get down." Brando moved his sword over and placed it on the mercenary's neck.
"I just want to hitch a ride. Young man, you're not going to kill me, are you?" The mercenary did not expect Brando to be so unyielding and could not help but be startled. He stopped and put one foot on the steps of the carriage. He looked at Brando with a malicious gaze and shouted: "You nobles abandoned us at the crucial moment and ran away. Now you just want to hitch a ride, you selfish people. If you have the ability, kill me — "
Many people surrounded the mercenary and looked at Brando with a provocative gaze. But most of them were looking at the Roman with a covetous look.
"Brando …" The merchant girl was finally afraid and could not help but use her slender hand to grab Brando's arm.
Brando turned around and patted her hand. Then he turned back and said to the mercenary with a disgusted attitude: "See, there are women in this carriage. She doesn't welcome you, you can leave. "
Brando's unyielding attitude obviously angered the other party. The mercenary cursed and wanted to force his way into the carriage. The people who were watching from the back also tried to swarm in. They seemed to be sure that Brando was just a young noble and would not dare to do anything to them in this situation.
"My Lord, don't —" Before The Shire could finish his sentence, he was stunned to see Brando coldly pull back his sword and stab it into the mercenary's chest. Brando then kicked him off the carriage.
The mercenary had a look of disbelief on his face. He did not believe that Brando would dare to kill him, but Brando used the facts to tell him: "Don't even think about killing me. I'm not someone who is easy to talk to." Although he was no different from a normal person, he was soft-hearted and could not bear to see others in a miserable situation. But when it came to his bottom line, Brando was a decisive person and would never be soft-hearted.
Just like the first time he killed someone in Yusong Castle, although he still felt disgusted after the incident, he did not hesitate to kill.
The mercenary's corpse fell to the ground with a heavy thud. The people around him subconsciously took a step back. They were shocked by Brando's indifference to human life, but they quickly recovered. They were the ones who had more people.
"Damned nobleman, killing people on the street!" Someone immediately shouted.
"Yeah, we just wanted to hitch a ride."
"These bastards have no regard for human life!"
"They have never put us commoners in their eyes. We are not even human in their eyes." Those people slowly surrounded the carriage and tried to confuse right and wrong, loudly encouraging the people around them.
"Show him who's boss!"
"Drag him down from the carriage …"
"Kill him!" Most people did not know the truth most of the time. They only believed what they heard and saw. Soon, a large group of people gathered around the carriage.
The Shire and the Roman were worried. They could see that the situation was not good.
Brando sat on the side of the carriage with his hand on his sword. He did not say a word and only looked at these people coldly. Soon, another person took the lead and rushed forward. This person thought that the 'noble youth' would at least restrain himself in front of so many people.
But he was wrong.
Brando did not say a word and directly pierced his throat with his sword, causing him to fall down while holding his throat in horror. The young man's sword not only shocked those rascals, but also caused an uproar in the surrounding crowd.
But Brando stood up and jumped down from the carriage. His jump made everyone around him retreat. Brando stood in the middle of these people and looked at them coldly. He held his sword with one hand and suddenly swung it over the heads of these people — —
A gust of sword wind brushed past the top of these people's heads, and they only felt a slight chill on their heads. Then, apart from the falling hair, a nearly ten feet long crack suddenly appeared on the roof of a building not far away with a 'whoosh' sound.
Everyone turned around and stared at the crack with their mouths agape.
"Take care of yourselves."
Brando coldly left these words. He sheathed his sword and climbed back into the carriage. In fact, compared to wasting time on these people, he was more concerned about Freya. Why hadn't she appeared yet?
But the Roman was looking at him with stars in her eyes.
"You're so strong, Brando." The Merchant Lady praised.
"Killing people is not a skill, especially when these people are just commoners." Brando shook his head.
"But only you will protect me."
Brendel paused for a moment, then smiled.
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(PS. Sorry, sorry, I was scrolling through the fourth generation's news on the forum and fell asleep …)
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