The Amber Sword: Act 470 The Awakening of the Kingdom I

He doesn't even use the power of Laws at all, and relying solely on Swordsmanship can make these people understand why he is the youngest Sword Saint in this kingdom.

"It's Sword Saint!"

Noble Knight finally reacted, starting to soften their legs and retreat backward. They are not idiots, naturally understand the real gap between them and an Sword Saint. They are only a few Sword Saint when they are one Aouine, and Noble Knight, like them who are waiting for death, grab a lot.

Knights fled, and even the non-combatant servants naturally could not stand still, and began to retreat. When they reunited, they were in a mess, and they retreated to systematic when they retreated, as if the tide had retreated, like a ample experience.

Some veterans are said to have fled from the first War of Black Rose to the present. Those who survived the time after time defeat and survived to the present are unwilling to say anything on the offensive. They must be Master Level other characters on the retreat.

The High Tower Illusion spell divisions also realized that frontline was not right. A Sasaarland wizard arrived from the news and landed in front of Brando. This Silver Lineage looked down at Brando, a mortal Sword Saint with their unique expression of stubbornness and pride. It was also considered a character in the world, but it was not much in front of Silver Lineage. It was for the Naxi people who served Sasaarland. Among Shakert Knight, there is no lack of Sword Saint-like existence.

However, the other side is so young, which slightly surprised him.

"A mortal genius," he said, "you can be considered to be a better existence among these trivial bugs, but unfortunately you should not appear here."

wizard raised magic staff and pointed to Brando.

"Master, be careful, they are Silver Lineage!" a voice reminded. Brando looked in that direction, and White Lion Guards's Knights also noticed the situation here. The emergence of Brando's shared a lot of pressure for them, so that they could have a voice to remind them when they had spare time.

However, the Knight Commander of the White Lion Guards did not recognize the Brando's identity, only that he was the Sword Saint of the royal family.

Brando does not point this out either. He reached out and grabbed his skill. The magic staff that wizard held tightly in his hand flew out, and landed in his hand after crossing a beautiful arc.

The wizard was so annoyed that he was called to wear the one's own identity, and the backhand displayed a silver lightning to stab the Knight Commander, but when the magic staff in his hand flew out, the lightning was miraculously in the air It flew for a while, then came to Brando's to close it.

Brando clung to the lightning, the latter twisting and swinging in his hands like a struggling electric snake, making a sizzling current. White gold sparks splattered, but could not break free.

Brando holds lightning and glances at the Sasaarland wizard of spellcast. "This is the power you are proud of, Sasaarland, reckless, angry, blind and arrogant. This is what you get from White Tower. What are you telling me? "

"You ... you ..."

The wizard has been scared incoherently, and his face is gone.

Brando looks at him like a dead person, his heart calms down to the extreme, and the calmer he is, the stronger his contempt for the Sasaarland alliance becomes.

There has never been an ethnic group of silver. Or the ethnicity of gold has such despicableness.

"Go to Hell and repent, Marsha will prepare a place for you there." Brando released his hand, and the lightning flew out of his hand, flying towards its original owner at a speed of hundreds of times.

In the horrified eyes of wizard, lightning flashed through his spell shield like the same straight mark spear thrust. All spell Defense on his body broke apart instantly, and the electric light penetrated his chest, he screamed With a sound, it turned into a section of coke and fell to the ground.

"People who indulge in power will die because of power. The wisdom you get from White Tower does not tell you this. Even my outsider understands the reason why Silver Lineage is proud." Brando faint He said, "That's because they are excellent and dare to take responsibility. Are those noble people comparable to you?"

The rest of the Illusion spell divisions were frightened and stopped.

"The pole ... the pole is the highest ..."

The wizards at the back is like a bow-struck bird. They turn around and leave. The for a moment forest spell flashes brightly. For a moment, no Sasaarland person wizard can be seen on the battlefield.

Brando doesn't even care about these people, not even 'Buga people' will fight back, and the remaining rebels dare not stay in the town of Horta. Although Horta is one of the most important roads to Minteye, if you master it, you will cut off the back road of the Trentheim garrison of Minteye Fort, but everyone knows that they have to have control over this place.

Whether it is victory or not is just a matter of Archduke of Golan-Elsen. They are just trying to get a share of it. They can't commit death to others. So no one needs command, just less than a quarter of an hour, these people fled.

Brando walked through the square, walked towards the White Lion Guards's Knight Commander, and he was bathed in blood, with multiple wounds on his body, and a broken feather arrow was inserted on his right leg. Looking at the smooth cut of the arrow shaft, he should have cut himself off. of. He was assisted by several other Knights to Brando and gave a gift to Brando, which was the most noble manner. Obviously, the Knight-Captain finally recognized the identity of Brando's.

The body of the rebels on the square is far more than White Lion Guards. Brando realized that their strict requirements for youngster and the high investment in the Trentheim territory finally had an effect at this moment. White Lion Guards already became a powerful army of Aouine in the future. Seeds, as long as they take root and sprout, it is not unimaginable for the kingdom to have such a powerful military force as Kirrlutzian.

But this army must be in the hands of those who have the ideal to revive this kingdom.

Many people haven't realized what happened, but through word of mouth, the White Lion Guards guarding Orta finally understood the reason for the abrupt end of the battle. There are more and more people in the square. These White Lion Guards youngsters continue to be affected Multiple injuries have come over.

"Lead ... Lord Thane." Knight-Captain was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he knelt down on Brando with one knee. His action was like a signal, so that all youngster on the battlefield touched the ground with one knee, one piece on the ground. Knelt down.

Brando raised him.

"I'm back, as you can see," he replied, "Sasaarland's Magesmiths has despicably started a mortal kingdom. The blood of silver is no longer noble because of their despicable acts. You don't have to worry about Aouine Will perish because of this, from this day, from this moment on, we will make them pay their blood. "

"Those who make mistakes will definitely pay for their actions, and I assure you."

"Lord Thane!" Then Knight-Captain asked excitedly: "Are we going to launch a counterattack now, have our fleet already arrived, where are they?"

Brando looked at him and looked at all the people present. Those were young faces, and some were even smaller than him. They were teenagers' faces with dust on their faces. In the blood, his eyes flickered for the future.

The kind of Greek wing is the love for this kingdom and the homeland of Aouinian.

No Aouinian is inherently inferior to others.

The same is true of this kingdom.

Their Lord Thane used to be in Ampere Searl and proved it more than once in the Black Sword Barrier, and he can do it, so can they.

"Where we are, behind us is Valhalla," Brando stretched out his hand, and the Xingyue Lily Banner flew to his hand automatically: "The counterattack has already begun. If you want to share this glory with me, pick up this Flag and return to the battlefield with me "

Each Knight held up his sword.

Their sword is the answer in their hearts.

...

The fort was shaking, the mountains were shaking, and dust was falling from the ceiling.

Leto leaned coldly against the perforation, watching the battle outside. The My friend were all good. They repelled the enemy's attack once again. Those **** rebels hurriedly retreated after leaving a corpse, and even gave up a tower previously occupied.

But the former mercenary, known as Red Copper Dragon, did not look relaxed at all, but looked serious and solemn.

Although the battle of the rebels Will is astonishingly poor, the strength of the army cannot be ignored. In the repeated battles in just a few hours, the reduction of the White Lion Guards and Minteye defenders is also very serious.

This downsizing is undoubtedly worse for them who are already stretched.

In order to make up for shortcomings in the military, they have to shrink their positions constantly, but the depth of the Minteye fortress is always limited. Leto understands that there will always be a moment when they will retreat.

Within his vision, many city walls and fortresses have raised the banner of Southern Territory nobles on already. Xingyue Lily Banner and White Lion Guards's battle flag are falling from his vision.

He couldn't help closing his eyes a little tired.

Here already is the last fortress leading to the Minteye main fort. The City Hall and Patrol Cavalry Battalion must not be lost anymore, otherwise they will completely lose the initiative in this battle.

But I hope that already is so slim, Nemesis told him that Valhalla will soon detect the anomaly here and mobilize the army to support it, but it will take at least half a day from Schafflund to here.

Can they fight for even two more hours?

…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net