The Amber Sword: Act 148 Daybreak (1)
Act 148 Daybreak (1)
After youngster finished, heavily panted one breath; he couldn't help but coughed twice, his face became a little grey.
"But anger ca n’t be eaten as a meal, lad," an older Mercenary looked at him with a bit of resentment and said, "You talk to them about Bible, they talk to you about fists. Their fists are big, how can you We're all here, but they still don't ask, why? Because they are not afraid of us at all. "
"Even if we are going to attack the city, can we get in?" Another said, "Don't be impractical, don't forget that there is an army in that bastard's hand."
The youngster wearing a gray-blue robe bit his teeth, but couldn't answer.
But at this time Correct, the crowd was commotion. Everyone was stunned, and the mercenary commanders immediately turned around alertly and shouted, "What are you doing, what's wrong? What mess!"
"Boss, there seems to be another person on the top of the city. They have reinforcements!" mercenary, who was near the gate, shouted immediately.
Everyone frowned upon hearing this answer.
Reinforcement?
No wonder there is no fear.
...
In fact, when Rothko took people to the city wall, they saw that the black pressure not far below the city gate was all the crowd --
So at this moment, looking down from the city fortress, the whole plain outside the city is dotted with the light of a bonfire. And beside the campfire, there are many people, and you can't count how many Mercenary or adventurers there are.
Pale-faced youngster couldn't help coldly snorted.
He looked back at the rows of soldiers wrapped in black cloth behind him. He knew that what was hidden underneath was actually a terrible skeleton -- skeleton soldier, the most basic of the ruthless killing machine of Madara's. One of the components.
His eyes returned to the plain again, a little impatient, but he still kept a cold tone and said to the human officers around him, "Shout, tell them to give them half an hour to leave, otherwise kill them."
His words were cold like a knife.
After all, instead of fighting here command, the Necromancer hopes to return to his basement room to study his materials plundered from human libraries.
The noble officer gave him a careful look and hurriedly looked down. Although he was a little bit strange about where this strange friend came from, he also knew that the reinforcements -- sent by Lord Thane were not the family members around the ruthless Lord Baron, but he didn't dare to ask more, but he didn't doubt them The mysterious warrior standing side by side will be from Madara's Undead Army.
After all, this may be incredible in any way.
The noble officer returned to the wall and straightened his throat, but he was secretly proud; surrounded by these lowly Mercenarys, he was already dissatisfied. You must know that these noble personal soldiers have high toes and habitualities on weekdays. There was expected to be a day when it was his turn to besieged by others.
Even if it's just siege and not attacking, it also makes these people feel lost. He immediately beckoned, summoned the apprentice wizard not far away, and commanded utterly:
"Crystal."
apprentice wizard did not dare to neglect, and immediately inspired the sound reinforcement technique on crystal.
The officer noble nodded with satisfaction, as if at this moment his already is the Army Commander of the Aouine commander Qianjun, cleared his throat, and shouted towards the city:
"Here's the pariah, listen to --!"
...
"Listen below, listen to me --!"
The officers of Grudin shouted a word and immediately set off a violent uproar in mercenary below the city; everyone stopped in unison and looked back at the direction of Fir City, holding their breath and waiting for the other side.
But already does not have the following --
Because the officer just opened his mouth, he suddenly froze. He grabbed the apprentice wizard's sound reinforcement crystal and hit the ground at the moment. -- The absentmindedly could not make a sound.
Hi raises head, watching the Mercenary below, after a commotion, suddenly started from the back of the entire crowd, as if a giant beast passed by, the crowd automatically divided into two sides silently; and the giant formed in the shadow The beast was moving forward silently, approaching the gate a little.
What is it?
It's not just him, Rothko squinted his eyes, looking at that direction as if petrified.
...
"Everyone!"
At the campfire, the youngster of the gray-blue robe looked at the people in disappointment with disappointment: "could it be that, we ca n’t fight once, even just once? Yes, we are Mercenary, we are adventurers, but Mercenary There is also the glory of Mercenary, this glory is the glory of guarding companions on the battlefield -- "
He looked at other people and asked, "Are we going to discard this glory, could it be that, already, but we do n’t rely on our companions or comrades-in-arms, what is Mercenary?"
His words brought a silence, echoing the silence from the distant shouts on the gate.
mercenary commander looked at each other, but they were still hesitant. They want to give their people an explanation, but this explanation is not about such simple things.
No one is willing to show weakness, but after all, it is a positive challenge to a kingdom of Thane, a Lord Baron, and even the son of Count of Radnor --
If they choose to fight, there may be no place for them in this kingdom in the future.
This choice leaves them in a dilemma.
youngster sighed one breath for a long time: "Sorry, it seems that I'm too strong ..." He stood up and said, "Well, but anyway, those grievances on the cross need an answer, I know you -- so you ca n’t answer, I ’ll help you answer. ”
"If you always need someone to die, let me and my companion die this time. I hope you never forget this day. The cold-blooded Baron trampled not only your companion's life, but also you. Dignity. "
After speaking, he turned and left.
But before taking two steps, someone stopped him: "youngster!"
The young apprentice wizard stops.
"Stay in Qingshan without worrying about burning wood, have you forgotten what the adult told you to pass on. I think what he means, maybe one day will bring us a fair --"
"Do you believe it?" youngster interrupted him with a cold hum, and he turned back: "Do you believe this perfunctory answer? None of the so-called high-profile big men are good --"
His words suddenly broke.
youngster's pupils enlarged around, and he looked unbelievably at the crowd behind him, and then separated layer by layer. As if the tide receded, or an invisible beast separated the crowd, forcing them to give way to both sides.
The bonfire was a little dark, and the air was rapidly cooling.
Frost has formed on the ground at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.
The young apprentice wizard then gently breathed in, he already saw the figure behind the crowd.
A youngster, a little girl, a person and a sword.
Single shot, go forward.
Brando holding Funiya with one hand, step by step walked forward, he moved forward, the momentum of Jin Yijie was like an invisible sharp sword to separate the crowd, those who were a little slower were icy Aura The oppression was almost out of breath.
No one dared to stop, a wide avenue immediately opened between him and south gate of Fir City.
No one dared to make a sound, all the Mercenary and adventurers present were silently watching this scene:
Looking at Brando passing between them, watching that mercenaries at the back kept a certain distance around, a group of people silently followed one person, as if the relationship between Knight and the king.
They also saw that the youngster silently holding the little girl at his hand slowly walked under the gate and stopped.
Everyone is watching this scene.
Funiya also looked at Brando with raises head. The emerald eyes were full of dependence; the little girl put her little hand in the warm palm of Brando, and the two walked all the way, through the dark forest, through the wilderness under the night, and She always has this feeling in her mind:
It feels like mom and dad.
It's warm and stable.
Brother Brando's hand is like a harbor.
Brando is also raises head, the pale face of the noble officer is reflected in the cold eyes.
"What do you want me to listen to," youngster's voice is not high, but it is clear and audible throughout the silent camp of Raven and Bird: "Soldier?"
The noble officer standing on the head of the city was choked.
He opened his mouth. Although he was only glanced at by the youngster, he felt like he was out of breath with a sword in his chest. He subconsciously turned back and wanted to go to Rothko for help, but found that the figure on the wall was long gone.
He was secretly crying, but forced by Brando's's momentum, he had to stutter and replied: "I ... I mean, you, you ... you each ... respectively ... spread, no ... otherwise ... grids ... given kills. "
There was a commotion in Mercenary below the city. These people knew that the cold-blooded Lord Baron would never joke with them; therefore, with this order, many people suddenly got a little indecisive.
But Brando just nodded.
"Done?"
He asked.
"Finished, finished ..." The noble officer was sweating coldly in his hands. He didn't know why he was so frightened. Obviously, the boy was still far away from himself, but there was always a sharp sword hanging in his heart. The illusion above his head.
Brando nodded again.
“Well, now it ’s my turn to say --”
He finished one step forward, pressing down the scabbard with his left hand, holding the stalk -- long sword with his right hand, -- seemed to be a silver flower; however, everyone saw that youngster pulled a long piece from bottom to top. Long silver line!
But that's not a line.
It is the trajectory of the sword --
From bottom to top.
A ripple followed the Brando's sword, and the wind pressure was below the threshold. The gate of the city had ‘kā chā’ indented, and then collapsed into a powder ...
The ripples move forward, the gate fortress crashes along the neat and tidy incision along the Brando's sword, and half ...
The sword wind swept across, as if the wind blows away the sand-made castle, and a section of the city wall close to ten meters in a short time collapsed into a dusty powder and gray smoke extinguished --.
Brando dances the sword across the one and a half circle in midair, and then retreat steps.
Receive the sword.
Return sheath.
"kā chā", with a soft bang, the sword has been broken into four!