Act 54 Breakthrough

After the gargoyle fell to the ground, it slid more than ten meters on the soft river beach before it stopped. The impact of this level was at most a scratch for these stone skin monsters, but it threw Brando and his wizard squatters away. A seven meat and eight vegetarian.

As soon as they landed, the surrounding aristocratic private soldiers suddenly became excited and rushed towards the river beach in a swarm. Although these guys were a rabble, the cavalry group charged with amazing momentum after all. Charle, who shook his head and climbed up from the soil, was shocked when he saw this scene. He immediately asked, "Lord Lord, what should I do?"

Brando pulled his leg out of the mud, pulled out his sword and shouted, "Nonsense, come to a wall!"

This is the oldest and most classic tactic used by the wizards of Eruin against cavalry, and the player's subsequent tactics will only grow from this foundation, because it is especially effective against untrained cavalry.

The young wizard understood and pointed forward with a ruby: "Block, reaction, the structure of the wall—" Countless lines radiated out from the gemstone in all directions, forming a wall, and then all these lines disappeared, leaving a A solid wall of air.

The aristocratic private soldiers who were galloping on their horses didn't even realize what it was. Among them, only a few mercenaries with experience in fighting wizards avoided to the sides, and although the mercenary chief Makalu loudly turned his subordinates back, no one could hear the rumbling hooves—

The first row of riders slammed into the air wall, the horses all knelt, people flew out and hit the wall; then the second row hit the first row, and the huge inertia made them squeeze together; then the third row The platoon followed closely, this time the air wall could not bear the momentum and shattered, and the corpses of horses and people rushed forward and slid to the feet of Brando and Ciel.

All this was done in an instant, and the amazing momentum even scared Brando and Ciel to take a step back involuntarily.

Makalu scolded him in the back, and a veteran like him knew at a glance that the seven people in the first row would not survive, and even the second row would be seriously injured. The third row was smashed and it was difficult to rejoin the battle for a while, not to mention that their horses were more or less injured.

This time, twenty or thirty people were abolished, how could he not feel heartache.

The mercenary chief couldn't help but spit, and bandaged his bloody palms, then he pulled out his saber and rushed up. There were seven or eight cavalrymen on the scene, all seasoned veterans - he had to catch up and lead them to suppress the opponent until the infantry caught up.

Especially for that wizard, every mercenary knows what it means to let a wizard let go of his hands and feet.

Makalu danced twice with the saber, so that his own people understood that he was spreading out and outflanking from all directions. However, he couldn't help being a little annoyed. These mercenaries were all veterans, and at least all of them had the strength of the lower ranks of Hei Tie, but at the critical moment they shrank their heads and looked like they were preserving their strength.

"Come with me! Come with me!" Anger turned into anger, but Makalu knew he had to stir up these people.

It's just that he didn't know that the young man opposite had been paying attention to him for a long time. Brando saw the Anlek warhorse galloping back and forth on the periphery, and when the knight on the horse shouted loudly, he guessed that it should be the leader of the other party-he couldn't help thinking that I didn't miss you. The mercenaries have fought, and the tactical intentions are still here to hide, what is there to pretend.

Brando turned his head and held Ciel's shoulder in disgust. He pointed at the guy in front and said, "I see that person, and I will attack him with a magic arrow later."

However, Ciel hurriedly shook his head: "He's on the horse, I'm not that accurate."

"It's okay, don't worry about magic. Just make a few more shots if you miss it."

"That's fine."

Brando looked back at the seven or eight knights not far away,

He pressed his hand on the elf sword, forcing himself to remain silent. He looked up and saw that the mercenary chief had circled behind the rider, and then he raised his saber and charged ahead - he understood that the other party wanted to lead the others to charge together.

Thirty meters.

twenty meters.

But Brando was waiting for such an opportunity, and suddenly a sword light flashed in his hand, and a wind pressure swept out. On the horse's back, Makalu saw the transparent ripples spread out against the ground, and stone chips were scattered everywhere he passed. Although he had never seen palace swordsmanship, he also realized that the danger was approaching at this moment. Resolutely, he jumped up from the horse with a support.

As soon as he got up, Brando's sword wind swept across the hooves of the Anlek warhorse.

Makalu sucked in a breath of cold air in the air, he could only think of one word at the moment: sword qi.

But before he could finish thinking, a white light had penetrated the air and stabbed in from his chest. Then the second white light hit his left shoulder, the third white light hit his lower abdomen, and finally the fourth white light brushed past him. Makalu was beaten three times in the air and changed direction three times, and finally the body was thrown far away and fell into the sand to one side, losing movement.

This change caused seven or eight riders around to pull the reins together. They were not shocked by Makalu's death. But because of that sword energy - Templar? The mercenaries turned pale, and couldn't help but guess who the terrifying young man was.

"It's pretty accurate." Brando retracted his sword.

"Hey, this is your credit, Lord." Ciel replied with a sullen face.

Brando just smiled, and he raised his head and looked ahead. Although the opponent was shocked now, he himself was far from the time to relax. There were more than a hundred private soldiers of the nobles moving behind the spear forest.

He let out a sigh of relief and went through his plan again in his mind. He stared at the north, realizing that the only chance to break through was in that direction, but he himself didn't know whether he could seize this only chance. He only pointed forward and commanded: "Gargoyle, Wstry (Woman: dash forward)!"

Brando thought to himself, there is no attack command, just use a move command instead.

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And Lord Jinguo stood on the beachhead and watched this scene from a distance, how ugly his face was. Although these are not elite soldiers, at least he raised them with money, especially Makalu, who is a warrior in his hands. Although he is a little rough, his martial arts are indisputable.

"Highland knights are highland knights. I don't believe the rumors that the White Knights are strong in combat. Now it seems that there is no falsehood." The industrialist Sir Burnley said with a smile.

"This time, it seems that Earl Doon is really bad. I will see if the 'tiger' dares to pick up this hot potato - it's just that it's not good for us to get the dead man, not to mention there are two women. didn't see it."

"What I'm curious about is why this guy wants to kill that jester. If he's really Buch's militiaman, taking him as a hostage would be a better strategy. It's a pity, I thought he would be able to get close to a big tree." Enli pretended to sigh, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Actually, it's not necessarily a good thing to be in such a hurry to stand in line. There is still a lot to see between the royal family and the White Mane Legion. But this young man is either an assassin or he has ulterior motives. If he didn't kill for the sake of killing, Then I see that there is a problem with that sword—" Lord Jinguo replied, grabbing the reins and standing on the horse's back, looking ahead.

"That elf sword?"

He was about to nod his head, but saw his private soldiers in the distance pushed away in an uproar, like an unavoidable tide. Lord Jinguo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw a gargoyle in front of him separate from the crowd and rushed towards him - his words stopped abruptly, subconsciously tightened the reins and wanted to turn around, but because he was nervous, he used too much force, causing The warhorse neighed and stood up.

"Lord, be careful!"

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The gargoyle itself has a level of more than 20, and its strength is just equivalent to the mid-level level of the first-level power. In addition, it is known for its defense and has the ability to fly. It is like a tiger into a sheep to enter the aristocratic private soldiers whose general strength is only in the middle of the white ranks. . Especially for these huge monsters, humans have an instinctive sense of fear - after all, not everyone can recognize that it is the masterpiece of the Bugga wizard - and even some people are screaming in panic: flying dragon!

Originally, it was Brando's expectation that the gargoyles easily cut into the fragile formations of these infantrymen, but he understood that he did not have much time. These noble private soldiers were just a moment of chaos, and no matter how strong the gargoyles were, they could not be defeated by one enemy. Hundred.

Even if the opponent is well-trained, it is actually a problem to fight one against ten.

He has to expand the chaos and not give these people time to hold their ground. Brando did what he thought of, and turned back and shouted: "Charle, follow me and cover me." As soon as the voice fell, he rushed forward, and the gargoyle in front of him plowed a passage in the crowd - the private soldiers on both sides subconsciously He wanted to rush up to block the passage, but Brando swung forward with the Elf sword in his hand, and a wind pressure swept through the crowd like a sickle, and seven or eight people in the front row fell like wheat stubble.

The people behind were terrified, and they had no intention to continue fighting, and they all retreated. At this moment, the passage that the gargoyle opened up became even bigger. If Makalu is still estimated to be able to beat them, but at this moment these noble private soldiers are truly leaderless.

Brando and Ciel seized the opportunity to pass through the spear forest one after the other, and as for those who wanted to catch up with them after they passed, Ciel naturally wouldn't be polite to them. He still has two bottles of mana potions in his hand. Magic Arrow is a cheap and practical spell.

Brando raised his head and vaguely saw a group of dignitaries standing on the mound not far away. With his sharp eyes, he spotted Sir Burnley among them, and immediately commanded: "Gargoyle, that fat man, Ary (Makoto: grab)!"

It's just that he didn't finish a word, and suddenly found a group of knights on the left side of the battlefield. These knights are all wearing dark blue-colored armed uniforms, pointed caps, and a set of silver breastplates with shoulder plate armor. A white mane flutters in the wind behind them—they are the mounted light infantry of the White Mane Corps.

At that moment, both sides on the battlefield understood that 'Tiger' Luc Besson had arrived.

"Bacchus, Voltaron, take down that Madara spy!" Even in the army, Luc Besson's calm voice was so clear that everyone was shocked.

As soon as he finished speaking, two tall knights lined up on the left and right, heading straight for Brando.

"It's a good time." Brando snorted coldly in his heart, inspired by his charging skills, and flashed between the two in an instant. The captain of the seventh division of the second squadron, Bacchus, and the captain of the tenth division, Voltaron, were only slightly startled, and when they turned around, they found that the young man had reached ten meters behind them.

In fact, it wasn't just them, most of the white mane sergeants present were stunned. Bacchus and Voltaron are captain-level figures. Although their strength is only in the lower reaches of the black iron, they can fight two against one and not be thrown away so easily, right?

Luc Besson frowned and charged, this little guy is still related to the Sun Knight? He immediately raised his right hand: "Odin, Shi Ke, stop him!"

Again, the two cavalry came out side by side. Although the White Mane Legion was mostly mounted infantry, the captain-level figures were extremely skilled in riding. They came first, and they had already killed Brando in an instant - but what surprised everyone was: even before the lower soldiers of the White Mane Legion had time to applaud their captain, Odin and Shi Ke It has flown out.

And only those with sharp eyes could see clearly at the time: the young man didn't stop at all, and handed a sword to each of their two captains when they passed by, and then the long swords in the hands of their captains shattered at the same time, and the people seemed to bump into each other. It flew back like a dragon.

"Power burst!"

"Power burst-!" This time most people recognized it.

Brando didn't pay attention at all, he had seen his gargoyle lift the damn fat man up. That was the only target of his attack this time, and the key to getting out of trouble.

Victory is in sight, isn't it?

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