A miraculous scene occurred. In the eyes of the fleeing civilians, the cavalry charging at Brendel was like paper. They raised their swords and clashed with Brendel's sword, but the steel swords immediately bent and broke, turning into thousands of steel needles that shot back to Brendel. Then the immense force caused the rider and his horse to fly up high, and his entire body flew backwards.
One, two, three … Finally, the refugees behind him could not help but count in unison until they reached the seventh person. The three people behind were already scared witless, they held onto the reins tightly, not daring to go any closer.
Gaspard stared at Brando as if he had seen a ghost. Markov's guards were so scared that they forgot what they were doing, and the refugees broke through their line of defense and ran towards Brando.
"Who are you?" The leader of the cavalry could not help but shiver. He had seen the captains of the White-Mane army, their strength and swordsmanship were considered godly in his eyes, but compared to the young man in front of him, they were nothing.
[Who is this person?]
Brendel sheathed his sword and let out a sigh of relief. After using [Power Burst] seven times in a row, he had used up a fifth of his stamina, and Brando could feel his arm going numb.
"I said, I'm Duane." He pointed at them with his sword: "So, can you guys calm down and listen to me now?"
Gaspard and Markov looked at each other, how could they not listen? Although his eleven men weren't that strong, they were at least trained from the local militia. The white swordsman's standard was average, and with the charging force of the horses, even the White-Mane soldiers wouldn't dare to face them head-on.
To be able to use seven swords in a row and send a person flying, and still be able to do it without blushing, in his mind, only the six captains under Luc Beson could do it.
[Middle-level Black Iron, so young.] Gaspard could not help but swallow his saliva. Luc Beson's captains were all veterans in their thirties or forties.
"Seems like it's enough." Brando looked at Gaspard and Markov's dumbfounded expression and nodded: "I told you guys to get lost, but I regret it now. So I take back my words. Now, go and block the road, no matter how many undead come, your job is to stop them. "
"The Shire."
"Yes." The Shire jumped down from the carriage and saw Brando stretching out his hand, and immediately passed the pocket watch to him.
Brando looked at the time, there was still fifteen minutes until four o 'clock. But Freya was still nowhere to be seen. He frowned and raised his head: "All of you are part of Fortress Riedon's cavalry, and it is your duty to help the fleeing citizens to buy time. I believe that you will fight for the lead even without my reminder —"
"Sir, I'm a merchant." Markov didn't dare to be arrogant and said carefully.
"You've been conscripted." Brendel glanced at him and said exasperatedly.
Markov opened his mouth.
"Of course," Brando looked at the cavalrymen who were crawling up from the ground and replied: "I will personally supervise all of you. If any of you want to be a deserter, feel free to come back and try my sword. Do you want to fight me or do you want to fight those skeletons? Choose one of the two. "
He turned back to look at the civilians behind him. Apart from a small number who had gathered around him and were too afraid to move due to Gaspard's threats, the rest who were further away were fleeing towards the north as panic spread through the crowd. People were pushing and shoving each other, and many were trampled on and unable to get up. Cries, shouts, curses, and screams mixed together, forming a scene that resembled the end of the world. In comparison, they were in the eye of the storm, calm.
And in the center of this calm was Brando himself.
"You guys should go as well. Don't waste the chance that Fortress Riedon's cavalry sacrificed their lives for you." Brendel waved his hand at them. He was not the savior of the world, but it would be a waste if he did not do them a favor.
But what he did not expect was that other than a small number of people, most of them did not want to leave. In fact, these people saw it too. They saw the miserable state of the people who were pushing and shoving each other to move forward. They did not want to end up like that. They were more willing to place their hopes on Brando, hoping that this powerful young man could lead them out of this place.
There were many powerful people in this world, but there were not many who were willing to protect the weak. Brando's actions had left a deep impression on these people, especially his last sentence, which made them trust him.
"You guys don't want to leave?" Brando was stunned. He could guess what these people were thinking. He knocked on the hilt of his sword and turned around to see The Shire's face full of admiration. He could not help but ask: "What do you have to say?"
"In the era of the Holy Saints, Knights had eight virtues. Compassion was one of them. Every year, there were many Knights who swore the eight virtues in the Holy Cathedral of Fire, but how many of them actually did it? "
"Being able to make the weak rely on you is also the charm of the strong. The key is what we should do, my lord. "The young mage asked.
"Let them stay, I will think of a way." Brando replied. He walked to Gaspard and Markov and asked: "Have you guys thought about it?"
"Of course, of course." Merchant Markov nodded.
Gaspard did not say a word. He turned around and gathered his men, preparing to fight the skeletons. They had thought it through. If they fought the skeletons, they would have a chance of survival. If they turned around and looked for trouble with the young man, they would probably die in an instant. And the young man had said that he would stay, so he would not leave them to die.
Gaspard was the captain of the security cavalry. At least in Fortress Riedon, he was considered a hero. These details were easy to understand and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He wasn't as unnatural as Markov. Back in Fortress Riedon, he had to follow Luc Beson's and the Golden Apple Lord's orders. Now, he just had to follow this young man's orders.
He stood beside the two of them and watched as the riders who had their swords broken by him replaced them with spare short swords. He did not have to worry about not having any weapons for the time being.
Other than Gaspard, everyone else had an unnatural expression.
The security cavalry and merchant guards were usually arrogant and domineering, but in front of the undead creatures, they were no different from normal people. Once they thought of the terrifying existence in front of them, they could not help but feel weak in the knees. Merchant Markov stood beside Brando with a long spear. He was so scared that his whole body was shaking. Not to mention saying a word, even standing was difficult for him.
The commoners behind them stood there and looked at Brando's back. They were curious why this noble youth did not run. They had heard how The Shire addressed Brando and naturally thought that he was at least a Knight. But since they had decided to follow Brando, if Brando did not leave, they would not leave, nor did they dare to leave.
For a moment, the scene was quiet.
Soon, the first skeleton soldier appeared on the other side of the burning street, followed by the second and third skeleton soldiers. [Scouts.] Brendel immediately recognized these skeletons as part of Madara's army. They held onto their swords and walked over with clanking noises.
Their speed was not fast, but it was not slow either.
Brando looked at his pocket watch. There were still ten minutes left. If Freya did not arrive in ten minutes, he would let The Shire lead the Roman army and these people to leave first, and he would go alone to find her. But if Freya could not even handle such a matter alone, he would still see her as a comrade, but to be honest, he was a little disappointed.
He put down his pocket watch and saw that the three skeletons were approaching the merchant guards. There were seven of them. In fact, if they were divided into three groups, they could easily kill these low-level undead creatures of Madara. Unfortunately, these useless people collapsed first and fell to the ground. They did not even have the courage to turn around and run.
The three skeletons killed seven people.
The eleven security cavalry were so scared that they did not even have the courage to help. Brando simply wanted to stab these useless people to death. But he changed his mind. He realized that if he wanted to lead the commoners out of Madara's army, he would not need these people.
"You useless people. Where is your courage to bully the good?" Brando shook his head. He turned around and said to the captain of the security cavalry, "You, go and demonstrate for them."
"Me?" Although Uriel was a shrewd person, he was also weak in the knees.
Brando looked at him without saying anything.
Uriel gritted his teeth. He knew that if he did not go, he would not have a good ending. But what could he do? He was used to living like a prince, eating and drinking well. He had long forgotten about his swordsmanship. He could not help but look at his subordinates. But the eleven security cavalry turned their faces to the side and pretended not to see him.
"These sons of bitches!" The captain cursed and raised his sword to meet the skeletons. One against three, the young man did not have any intention to fight. Uriel closed his eyes and thought that he was going to die this time.
But at this time, a rumbling sound came from the other side of the street. It was the sound of hooves. Uriel was a cavalryman himself. He was very familiar with this sound. It was the sound of a group of cavalrymen charging. The rumbling sound was like rolling thunder coming from the depths of the earth. The ground gradually trembled. Not only him, even the three skeletons felt the abnormality and turned around.
A large amount of fluctuations of life force.
Three horses took the lead and jumped out from the raging flames. With a flash of sword light, the three skeletons fell to the ground. Then the rider pulled the reins and made the warhorse move forward a few steps before stopping.
Brendel raised his head and saw a heroic young female knight with a long ponytail behind her head. She was wearing a sky-blue half-body armor, holding a sword in one hand and a reins in the other. She was wearing a long ponytail and had a heroic aura.
And behind her, more and more Knight came out from the flames and gathered behind her. Brando looked at those people. Most of them were dressed like mercenaries. Their strength seemed to be at the lower level of Black Iron. There were even a few of them who were at the middle level. He could not help but be secretly surprised.
Where did these mercenaries come from? There were more than ten of them and they were all at the Black Iron level? This was the elite squad of the White-Mane army's captain's personal guards. Could it be that Freya's father had left behind a private army for her? Brando knew Freya's true identity, so he could not help but be suspicious.
"Brando, where is the Roman?" Freya looked at the person in front of her and was startled.
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