The Amber Sword: Act 136 Dispute
Act 136 dispute
Dead silence.
"Daddy --"
The abrupt cries of the crowd broke the silence, the voice was tender and full of tension.
The woman covered the little boy's mouth in a hurry, she raises head, looked at the approaching noble cavalry with a begging look. Immediately, the man's face was full of deliberate surprise and surprise, but he couldn't hide the gloomy eyes flashing disdain.
"Do you know this person?"
The man licked his lips and pointed his spear at the **** corpse on the ground. The companions of the noble cavalry gathered around, like a group of hyenas smelling blood.
The woman hugged the one's own child and shook her head helplessly in tears.
"Let go of the little thing and let him speak." The man plucked the woman's hair with the tip of a spear, said.
The woman, on the other hand, hugged more tightly, as if holding her most important treasure for fear of losing; everyone around him showed an intolerable look, but turned away.
"Don't you hear what I said?"
"Sir, please let him go, he's still young." The woman begged and sobbed.
noble The cavalry snorted very dismissively: "Bitch." He raised his spear, but found a woman with a long bow holding her arms out in front of him.
"Huh?" The man's face was full of flesh.
Brando also secretly released his finger on the hilt and recognized the youngster that distributed food before the Correct came forward.
"Enough, what is bullying a woman!" The female archer who stopped the noble cavalry, said angrily, "I am the daughter of the countess, and I order you to stop now!"
The “Oh?” noble cavalry was a little hesitant, and then turned back to his one's own companion and said, "Hey, this little girl is after noble! What do you say?"
The cavalry laughed low.
"Where is your father's noble?" the man asked, raising his chin in disdain.
When he asked like this, the female archer's companion already realized that it was not good. "Fay, be careful --!" A Swordsman wearing greatsword and wearing heavy armor came out of the crowd, but a little late. A spear headed by the noble Cavalry already pierced the woman's abdomen.
The sudden change happened unexpectedly. The female archer did not expect the other party to dare to act. She hummed in disbelief, watching the blood in her lower abdomen. The pain that followed the -- flooded her. The woman staggered and lost strength, fell to her knees and fell into a pool of blood, seeing that she could not survive.
The man indifferently withdrew the spear, as if it was a big deal; at the same time, the noble cavalrymen behind him took off their long bows immediately and shot at the adventurers in the crowd. for a moment is like a storm of arrows, and adventurers among the crowd have commoner brushed down and down more than a dozen.
noble cavalry don't care if they hurt innocent people. They drive the crowd away from them at the most efficient speed to avoid being attacked suddenly.
"Fay!" The Swordsman, who was greatsword, was about to crack. He shot at one's own arrow(s) with a sword, but the voice did not fall, and a companion behind him fell down.
"You bastards!"
Swordsman shouted to separate the crowd, a man headed by a sword slashed over. The horse rider raised his spear ‘dāng' to block the greatsword of Swordsman, and drank coldly between the parries: "Who dares make a move is the enemy of Lord Thane!"
The restless crowd suddenly disappeared.
However, Swordsman did not say a word is another horse's leg swept at the other sword. However, horse rider just stabbed the spear down easily, and then swept outwards to fly greatsword in the hands of Swordsman. He then struck the opponent across the spear and stabbed the opponent's neck --.
high Black Iron rank's downstream strength is almost one-sided suppression.
But the full-faced noble cavalry suddenly felt a numbness in his hand, as if a huge force was uploaded from the spear, which made him almost unsteady in grip; ‘dāng' sounded a metal symphony, stabbing at Swordsman His spear had shifted to one side, crossing the latter's neck.
"Who is --!" The man was furious. He turned his head, but just saw a youngster wearing a black trench coat, collared flowers, lined white shirt, and a pair of white Glove not far away. .
Then the other raises head, looked at him immediately coldly.
The scene is silent.
Amandina, Sanford, Tiger Sparrow and Scarlett all looked back at this moment and looked at one's own Lord Thane in surprise. In their hearts, Brando is not a person who likes to cause trouble. But Brando knew in his heart that he was not turning a blind eye to all this, but whether he had surpassed the bottom line of his heart.
Romaine looked at the man who brought herself out of Bucce with sparkling eyes with interest, as if admiring it from one side, she felt that only this moment belonged to the real Brando; maybe from a certain In a sense, she can understand certain ideas and characteristics of Brando's, because they seem to be aloof from the world.
Just like the moment Rydenburg fled the refugees with them, miss merchant understood. one's own Brando is a real Knight, Brando on the charge, Brando on the leader, Brando on the Murderous Qi, and Brando, which is very fierce to her.
each, she likes it all.
Everyone looked back, as if the sight had stretched at that moment, and the field of vision widened. This youngster in a black trench coat immediately became the center of the entire street.
The man with fleshy eyes flickered for a moment, he was surprised when he saw the well-equipped guards around Brando. As noble personal soldiers, they are not really nothing. Compared with the previous noble Young Lady that may not have suffered any setbacks, of course -- is nothing in his mind. What can a little jazz girl represent here? Trentheim countless people are killed every day, a little noble, why dare to find a fair in front of Lord Baron? -- However, the youngster in front of them is obviously different. The average person will not bring so many followers, and the guards around him are not weak, and have the elite level of the Aouine army.
I'm afraid it's not an ordinary child of noble.
Man dare not neglect, and put away his spear. He asked cautiously, "His?" When he said that, the noble cavalry stood around in groups, and they opened their long bows to aim at the others around them. The cold light on arrow(s) calmed down all the hot people. .
"Let them go." Brando didn't even look at these archers, only coldly said; jokingly, having Scarlett and Tiger Sparrow beside him can make him or the people around him lose arrows.
Not to mention that his own strength is not weak. After being different from the silver Elven Hymn legion, the reward of the perfect plot experience came on schedule. More than 200,000 experience seems to be a pie from the sky, directly smashing his mercenary level to Level 25; after the characters level Level 32, his power and Constitution both broke through 70, Agility also exceeded the 40 mark, and the overall strength entered the high-tier silver level. Just to reach the first level of gold involves the realization of element, not only the improvement of physical fitness, but also the high requirements for Perception. Brando calculated the average value. He estimates that he will break through the peak of silver and enter the palace of gold, at least also Wait until the overall level reaches about Level 40.
Of course, even high-tier silver is enough to kill ten or ten out of these noble cavalry.
So he is too lazy to talk nonsense with this guy. If it is not for the Baron Grudin behind him, he will now slash the noble cavalry that these beasts are not as good as a hundred meters away.
"This man, we are not easy to handle this," Brando's indifferently implemented the speculation of the noble cavalry. The noble cavalry with a fierce look obeyed: "These people may be members of the thieves outside the city. Let them go, we are not good at explaining -- at Lord Baron "
But he said that he chose confrontation rather than cooperation. After all, they killed the daughter of a small noble. If the news let the other party's companions take it out, I'm afraid it would cause trouble.
Brando sneered: "Put away your ghosts trick, who do you think you're talking to?" youngster held down the one's own hilt with one hand and stared at the other: "I kill you like killing a dog, but afterwards I say sorry to the guy Grudin. If you do n’t kill you, you are selling face to that guy, but my tolerance is not -- without limits ”
After he said it, he pulled the cage handle sword out of half, and sword edge was snowing, which made people feel cold.
noble cavalry suffocates.
Brando is right. This world is such a reality. There is no difference between high and low, but the difference in strength is the only difference in life between people. The only difference now is that the girl killed by them has no way to resist, innocence is precious, but the price is so heavy.
The cold-blooded people looked at each other, and in the end they could only choose to show weakness. They nodded, and the person at the back finally let go of the spear on the neck of the Swordsman.
The Swordsman seems to want to resist, but a person already rushes out of the crowd and hugs him. It was his other companion. Brando saw what the man said in his ear, and the latter finally calmed down.
He can see the mouth shape:
"Don't bother others."
Brando sighed slightly. Really a group of naive guys, but it seems invaluable in such a world. He saw those people silently put away the corpses of his companions, then separated the crowd and came to him.
"Thank you, sir."
Thanks to him first for a thin youngster. The other person's face is pale, with a long light grey hair. He wears a monocle and the silver chain is always behind his ear. youngster is wearing a blue grey's robe. From the pattern on the cuff, it is still a apprentice wizard.
String wizard? Brando wants to practice wizard in this faction. This youngster looked polite and indifferent, but his eyes let him capture a trace of forbearance and anger. Brando looked at each other's other companions, including a light Swordsman and a female Elementalist --, and wrote grief on his face.
This is a character, he looked down at this polite youngster, could not help thinking of it.
"Want to get revenge?" he asked.
The youngster froze slightly, raises head looked at him suspiciously. Then the young apprentice wizard shook his head and left the crowd with his one's own companion. Brando looked at the other person's back, knowing that the other person would never be reconciled, but he could not believe in himself forget it/that's all.
However, there is such a character in such a team of naive youngster, which surprised him a bit. He turned his head back to the noble cavalry.
"This master, we have done all the work, now you have to give us an explanation, right?" The leading noble cavalry spread his hands to him and asked carefully.
Brando snorted dismissively.
"Lord Thane?" Amandina asked quietly.
He nodded. Now that he is involved in the incident, it is necessary to see Baron Grudin once. After all, it is on the opponent's site, otherwise it would not be so nice to be invited by force. Instead of this, it is better to take a step ahead so that the other party may not know his details.
Baron Grudin?
Brando thought to myself.