"Young man, this is the end of your journey."
Ebdon held a sword in one hand. The sword in his hand was called the Pale Fang. Even though it was just a normal magic sword, it was a testament to the achievements and glory of this Knight.
Ebdon pressed his left hand on his right wrist. As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of white flame ignited on the thin blade. Brando knew that this was the sword skill that made him famous — White Flame.
Compared to him, Ebdon was a true royal Knight. He became a knight when he was seventeen and a blacksmith when he was forty. He fought for Erouine his whole life and was a hero of Erouine until his death. However, the 'White Knight' Ebdon only became famous after he became an undead.
In his era, Ebdon was one of the Four Horsemen of Madara's apocalypse, and his title as the White Knight came from that — 'The Conqueror' Ebdon. This title was not only able to stop children from crying.
Brendel took a step back and immediately felt that the situation was troublesome. There were two captains in Tarkus' camp that he didn't want to meet. One was the 'White Knight' Ebdon the Conqueror, and the other was the 'Red Knight' Ladios the Conqueror. But it seemed like Lady Martha had played a little joke on him.
But the White Knight's attack was too fast. Before he could finish his thoughts, Ebdon had already slashed down with his sword. It was like a bright silver crescent of flame that came from the top. Before the sword even reached him, he could already feel the bone-chilling aura. He immediately felt suffocated and did not dare to be careless, so he quickly rolled to the side to avoid it.
The flame blew across the ground, and with a 'bang', the rock was broken. The cut was covered in white frost.
Just the wind pressure alone was enough to shatter rocks. [This is the power of the lowest Silver-tier. Even if I use my White Raven Swordsmanship, I can only cut through wood.] Brendel thought to himself. [This is the power of the lowest Silver-tier. My White Raven Swordsmanship is only able to cut through wood.
But when he rolled to the side, the 'White Knight' Ebdon had already pulled the reins of his Nightmare Warhorse and charged forward. The undead knight didn't care about his subordinates at all. He stepped on a pile of bones and leapt to Brando's side.
A pile of bones flew into the air.
Then, the 'White Knight' raised his sword and used the momentum of the horse to slash at the young man.
Brando couldn't dodge and could only raise the Thorn of Light to block. The two swords collided with each other and bent backwards at the same time. Brendel felt as if his arm was about to break, and he was sent flying backwards like a cannonball. He rolled a few times on the ground before he managed to get up.
The strength of at least 25 OZ.
Brando supported himself with one hand on the ground. He was glad that he used the [Explosive Strength] skill at the last moment, or else his arm would have been crippled. But even so, he still felt numbness in his right hand. At first, he thought he had lost all feeling in his right hand.
But it was too terrifying. The strength of a Silver Swordsman at the second level was more than seven tons. It was almost to the point where he could turn wind into a blade without any technique. Brando looked at the approaching 'White Knight' and couldn't help but miss his Holy Sword card. It seemed like he could only rely on that kind of strength to defeat such a monster. But at this moment, he didn't have any Earth EP that could be used to pay for it.
Ebdon and his horse were already in front of him.
Brando gritted his teeth and raised his sword again. This time, he held the sword with both hands above his head. The tip of the sword was slightly slanted towards the ground. He assumed a military swordsmanship stance that was best at deflecting force.
"Mixed but not skilled."
The White Knight looked down at him. A cold and hoarse voice came from under the helmet. It raised its sword and slashed down. Brando used the edge of his sword to clash with the Pale Fang. At that moment, he adjusted the angle of the Elven sword bit by bit. Sparks flew, and he actually allowed Ebdon's sword to slide by his sword momentum.
But the remaining force caused him to fall backward. Brando immediately kicked the ground with his back foot. It was as if the slight movement of adjusting the body's balance in the military swordsmanship had become an instinct. His whole body slid to the side, but he still firmly squatted on the ground.
It took him a lot of effort to parry the sword, and he was already sweating profusely. In the game, he often did this kind of action, but it was always because the system helped him to plan the path, the sword, and the body's position. It would also help him adjust his actions, and not like this where he had to control every action himself.
If he wasn't careful, he might even lose his life.
But he actually did it.
He swung his arm, but his right hand was still numb. His opponent's strength was too great. Every time they clashed, it was as if he was crashing into a heavy truck. Even after he deflected the force, he could still hear his muscles and bones groaning.
Ebdon also let out a muffled sound from under his helmet. It saw that this young man's swordsmanship was only average, but he seemed to be very experienced. He was able to find a suitable countermeasure in an instant. This was the reaction of a veteran.
He turned his horse around and began to speed up again.
But Brando finally broke away from his opponent's rhythm, so how could he let his opponent take the lead? He immediately raised his right hand and pointed the silver ring at Ebdon and shouted, "Boss!"
"Magic activation incantation?" The flames in the White Knight's eyes flickered. He immediately returned to his horse and placed his sword in front of him.
Just as Ebdon finished his action, a loud sound was heard, and a gust of wind rushed towards the Undead Knight, leaving a deep mark on the ground. But when the gust of wind hit the Undead Knight's sword, it immediately split into two and formed a beautiful 'Y' -shaped mark on the ground. Every skeleton soldier in this mark was instantly thrown high into the air and disintegrated into pieces before landing on the riverbank.
Then, there was a series of crackling sounds, as if there was a rain of bones.
The White Knight Ebdon retracted his sword, and before the dust settled, he raised his sword again. Then, there was a clear clang. Brando had already jumped out of the smoke and clashed with his sword in midair.
There were no openings.
Brando was not surprised at all. After all, an elite of this level was stronger than the Golden Demonic Tree. In fact, when he fought against the Golden Demonic Tree, he also relied on the [Holy Sword Card]. Otherwise, it would be hard to tell who would win. But against the White Knight Ebdon, he did not dare to rely on luck.
Challenging someone of a higher level could only rely on preparation and full strength.
He exchanged a sword strike with his opponent, and as his body fell backward, he turned his hand and sent a sword wind back at his opponent. Ebdon retracted his sword and swung it again without any expression. A silver flame extinguished Brando's gust of wind.
Ebdon retracted his sword for the third time, but this time, he was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he quietly looked at Brando from his horse. He looked at the young man as if he was recalling a story from long ago.
In the story, there was the melodious sound of a flute in the highlands, the swallow-tailed flag fluttering in the wind on the highlands of Balta.
"White Raven Sword Style." He spoke with a hoarse voice like a visitor from hell.
"You're a member of the new generation of the royal family?" Ebdon asked coldly.
Brando was startled. Could it be that Ebdon and the Corvado Dynasty were old friends? But that's not right. I've never heard of such a thing in the game. But I don't care if it's true or not, I'll just deny it first. Otherwise, if the other party really has a grudge against me and suddenly goes berserk, it won't be fun anymore. Legend has it that there are Level 30 bosses in the game that turn into Level 40 Elites. A Level 40 Elite would be able to kill them all in one hit.
Thinking until here, he quickly shook his head.
But what he did not expect was that Ebdon slanted his sword and replied coldly, "If you're not, then I won't break the oath if I kill you." When Brando heard that, he almost vomited blood. He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. If he knew there was such a stupid oath, he would have just taken the identity of a member of the new generation of the royal family.
Of course, that was just a thought.
Brendel knew that it was not easy to pretend to be a member of the royal family. After all, Corvado's royal family had the blood of the Mist Elves, and the Mist Elves were said to be born with the Silver Bloodline.
And Brando's blood was the symbol of a mortal.
On the other hand, Ebdon returned to its humanoid state. It brandished its sword and spurred the Nightmare Warhorse to accelerate once again. Brendel did not know what to do in the face of such a murderous god. He thought of a way to stall for time, and that was to use the White Raven Sword Style under the effect of Power Burst. But it cost 9 points of Stamina. Even if he was level 27 or 37, he would not be able to withstand it, let alone level 17.
In fact, he was already feeling a little tired.
On the other hand, Ebdon was an elite that was at least level 30. According to his estimation, he had at least 200 HP. The 30 HP that the Wind Bullet dealt to him was nothing more than a scratch, and it was only a small impact. Brando was confident that he could kill Ebdon with two or three stabs, but he had to be able to do it first.
Thinking until here, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and look into the distance. He hoped that Retto and the others would come to his aid.
But he saw that the cavalry had just clashed with the skeleton soldiers. Perhaps it was because of the advantage he created, but it was unlikely that they would be able to free themselves in such a short time. He could only hope that the Self-Defense Forces would be able to catch up faster.
In fact, Freya, who was leading the Self-Defense Forces, had the same thought.
The future Valkyrie turned around to look at the citizens of Fortress Riedon who were stumbling as they ran. She couldn't help but frown, but she knew that they were just ordinary soldiers, and it was already thanks to their high morale that they were able to do this. She couldn't ask for more from them.
But Freya raised her head and looked at the chaotic front. Although she couldn't see where Brando was, she knew that the commander of such a large undead army must be someone powerful.
She was no longer the village girl from a few days ago. She gradually gained her own knowledge and experience. Unlike the others who blindly trusted the young man, she knew that Brando was in a tough battle. She couldn't help but look around and her gaze fell on The Shire and Sue.
"Sue, can you help me?"
"Hmm?" The girl was slightly surprised.
"Help me lead the Self-Defense Forces."
"What?"
"I want to help Brando." Freya replied. She then turned her horse around and said, "The Shire, come with me."
"Miss Freya, I'm fine. But are you sure it's okay? " The Shire was taken aback. Brando had instructed him to look after the injured Freya. But compared to that, he was indeed more worried about the safety of the person he followed.
Freya looked at him and nodded vigorously.
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