No matter what, in a countryside like Fortress Riedon, Brendel's sword strike was truly shocking. It was enough to shock everyone who had ulterior motives, and even made them feel as if their throats were stuck, and they could only stand obediently by the side. Although the streets were still crowded, everyone understood that the person in the carriage was not someone to be trifled with. They tacitly kept a distance from the carriage.
The two unlucky corpses were placed under the carriage. The young man did not say what to do with them, so no one dared to do anything and could only pretend that they did not see anything. Moreover, the two corpses were a deterrent. The people who came later looked at the corpses and then looked at the carriage that seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world. They immediately understood where they should go and where they should not.
Brando who was sitting in the carriage was also worried. He was thinking where Freya was and why she was not here yet.
But he did not show his worry on his face. He turned his head and looked outside. At this time, a group of fierce-looking people came up from behind the carriage. Those who blocked their way were pushed to the side, and those who resisted were beaten up.
"It's true that trouble comes one after another." Brendel furrowed his brows and placed one hand on his sword vigilantly.
"Who are they?" The Shire looked outside and asked.
"Merchants from the city." The coachman was scared at first. When Brando pulled out his sword to kill, he was so scared that he wanted to abandon the carriage and run away. But now, he realized that the more powerful this person was, the higher his chances of survival.
"Seems like they are also bullies." Brendel looked at the expressions of these people, then at the coachman's face that clearly did not care, but did not dare to say a word, and he knew who these people were.
"Your peers don't seem to be good people, little Roman." He turned his head and said.
"It's fine." The little Roman sat beside him with an expression that said 'I am safe'.
As they spoke, the group of people came close to the carriage. At first, they seemed to want to take Brando's carriage, but when they saw the two corpses outside, their faces changed. They were different from the people from before. These merchants and their guards knew who they could bully and who they shouldn't provoke.
They hesitated for a moment and then continued to push forward. But these guards were used to being bullies and did not hold back in the face of danger. Very quickly, many people were pushed to the side of Brando's carriage. Very quickly, a middle-aged man was pushed and stumbled over. His head hit the carriage's wheel and blood flowed out.
"Father!" A young and panicked voice sounded from the crowd.
The middle-aged man snorted and actually climbed up with the help of the carriage. He charged straight at the guard who had pushed him. The guard was caught off guard and was knocked into the crowd by the middle-aged man.
The crowd was in an uproar.
The middle-aged man immediately turned and ran into the crowd. He pulled the little boy with one hand and turned to run. But how could the guards' accomplices allow him to be presumptuous here? He had just found his son when those people pounced on him from behind and pressed him to the ground.
"Let go of my father!" The little boy was anxious. He cried and pushed away the guard that pressed on the middle-aged man. But how could he have the ability to do so? He was pushed aside by the guard.
The guard who was knocked to the ground finally got up. As he cursed loudly, he pulled out his sword and walked over. He grabbed the middle-aged man's hair with one hand and twisted his head. He shouted, "Country bumpkin, you don't want to live anymore, do you? I'll fulfill your wish today. "
The middle-aged man trembled and struggled with all his strength. But he was suppressed by the guard's accomplices and could not move. The surrounding people saw this scene and turned their heads. Although they could not help but feel a little sad, no one dared to stand out.
The guard cursed as he raised his sword. But before he could stab down, a gust of wind swept open the carriage door and split it into two. The transparent ripple not only knocked away the sword in the guard's hand, but also sent it flying and pierced into a wooden door not far away. The guard suddenly screamed and held his bloody hand. His palm had been cut off at the wrist.
This sudden turn of events shocked the guard's accomplices. They subconsciously pulled out their swords. Brando also pulled out his sword and came down from the carriage. The sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard.
"Who are you?" The merchant at the back asked in a shrill voice. He could also see that Brando's sword was not ordinary. But when he saw that it was a young man and that he did not look like a noble, his vigilance decreased. In the end, this merchant had only stayed in Fortress Riedon his whole life and did not have much experience. If he was a noble, he would have at least recognized the threat of Brando's sword.
Brando glanced at him and was too lazy to say anything to this scum.
However, this sword strike of his had changed his stance. The people who were bullied before were old and young, male and female. They had long disliked the other party's actions, but they did not have the ability or the courage to resist. Now that there was someone who seemed to have the ability to stand up for them, they subconsciously chose to stand by Brendel's side.
Not only did Brando become their savior, he also became their natural leader. Thus, the atmosphere became strange. The merchant wanted to use his numbers to bully them, but when he saw the crowd behind Brando, he could not make up his mind.
A herd of sheep was not scary, but if there was a lion leading them, then it was different. Brando was the lion leading the sheep.
Of course, if the merchant knew that Brando alone could kill his mob two or three times, he probably would not think that way. He couldn't make up his mind. The wailing of the guard on the ground with a broken arm also made him feel distraught.
It was at this moment that another group of people arrived on the field. Brando looked at their attire and recognized that they were Fortress Riedon's security cavalry.
Because Fortress Riedon was guarded by the White-Mane army, it was a garrison, so there were no guards. The local security was usually done by the local guards and the security cavalry, but these two troops were not officially organized and belonged to the local noble council. In the early years, the appearance of the local guards and the security cavalry was a sign of the local power's growth.
However, these non-professional local troops became the local tyrants. Compared to them, the merchant was probably a law-abiding citizen. In Brando's memory, the funniest thing was that the local guards and the security cavalry hated each other, to the point where they hired players to fight for territory.
He had a deep impression of this when he did this series of missions. Thus, when he saw these people, he subconsciously felt a sense of disgust.
"What are you doing here, fighting on the streets?" The tall and burly cavalry captain spoke with an air of arrogance. He glanced at the merchant and his expression softened a little: "Isn't this the dye merchant from Ponuo, Mr. Markov? How's your business?"
Markov nodded with a fake smile: "It's fine, Captain Gaspard. But there's someone here who killed people on the streets and injured my men. What do you think we should do? "
The cavalry captain frowned. If it was any other time, he would have the mood to blackmail this guy, but now that the city was about to be destroyed, he did not have the mood to do so. But he was used to being a tyrant, so he subconsciously put on a condescending attitude: "Who are you?"
Brendel glanced at him and said flatteringly: "Duane."
The cavalry captain frowned and looked at Brando suspiciously. But at this time, there was a commotion behind the crowd, and there were screams of fear: "Monsters, monsters! There are so many monsters behind! "
"It's the undead, everyone run!"
Madara's vanguard had arrived.
The people behind suddenly sped up, and it was inevitable that they would affect Markov's guards and Gaspard's men in the front. But how could these guards allow the people behind to squeeze to the front? Immediately, they picked up their sheathed swords and desperately struck the heads of the people who were rushing up. The people behind were unable to advance or retreat for a moment, and cries and shouts immediately rang out.
Gaspard frowned when he saw this. He was different from the country bumpkin merchant, and had seen the world. He knew that in this situation, it was impossible to stop them, so he had to think of another way. But his gaze quickly fell on the heads of the people in front.
"You," he pointed at Brando: "You, get the carriage here, and you, come and block the road! Everyone else, get out of the way and let us go to the front! "
When he said this, the civilians behind Brando were stunned. Originally, the actions of Gaspard's group had already made these people secretly unhappy. They acted as if they didn't care about human lives and used their swords to block the people behind them. Although the people in front didn't say anything, as refugees, they couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.
"Why?" Someone in the crowd asked with dissatisfaction.
"Nonsense." Gaspard ordered his men to get into formation and unsheathed his sword: "As a citizen of Fortress Riedon, it is our duty to help the cavalry maintain order. What, do you want to resist?"
Everyone looked at the cavalrymen lined up in a row, their swords gleaming coldly. Then, they looked at the street behind them that was engulfed in a raging fire. The blue flames were indescribably eerie, especially when there were shadows of skeletons looming in the rising smoke. For a moment, they did not know how to answer.
Everyone's gaze fell on Brando.
"Damn it, it's not easy to stand out." Brando suddenly felt uncomfortable. However, when he saw the despair in the eyes of the civilians who were blocked by Markov's guards, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
No matter what, half of his soul came from the modern world, and he represented a civilized society that was inclined towards order and peace. This was his greatest pride, and he couldn't allow it to be trampled on.
He leaned forward slightly and entered the most basic attacking position in Erouine's military swordsmanship.
"I'll count to ten, if you don't leave by then, don't blame me for being rude."
Brando said calmly.
Everyone was taken aback.
Especially Gaspard and Markov, they almost thought that there was something wrong with their ears. The cavalry captain felt like he was slapped in the face, and he couldn't help but become angry. He didn't even bother to hide his embarrassment and shouted: "Kill him!"
The cavalrymen raised their swords and rushed forward.
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