However, his thoughts did not stop there. Facing the north wind of Ling Ling, he pulled down the metal mask, leaving only a pair of shiny eyes to stay outside. Uriel breathed a sigh of relief. When the hot breath was cold, it immediately turned into water mist and diffused out of the mask, forming a thin white mist. He watched the snowflakes fall on his metal armor, and then disappeared transparently. He knew that this was another time for the White Lion Guard. Expedition, but this battle may have an unusual meaning, both for yourself and for this kingdom.
The backbone of the White Lion Guards backbone knight faintly produced a premonition. Perhaps from this moment on, the future of this kingdom will take a path that no one has ever imagined.
Countless people have been moving along this path. But they all lost their way, but at this moment, the fog disappeared, and they finally took their own optional step. And in a slight sense of unrealism, Ulliel seemed to see another future. In that future, the kingdom was struggling and burning in the fire, and countless creatures were crying and crying, making him fight a cold war .
It also returned to reality.
Uriel glanced back at his subordinates. Most of these White Lion Guard soldiers are actually the same age as him, and many of them are even from this land. And he is just one step ahead of these people.
Participating in the battle of Ampelsel may be the greatest pride of his life, but this pride will continue today.
The knight pulled out his sword. Pointing forward, the roar came deep in his throat:
“White Lion Guard, forward!”
The two fathers and the sons of the hunter only returned after almost a while. The figure of the White Lion Guard has long disappeared into the forest. But his father was aware of the crisis. How can such a military transfer be a trivial matter, and they even witnessed this scene and this weird fortress. The middle-aged hunter even got a little stunned. He was holding his sons shoulders in fear, for fear that he would be caught Mouth.
The dwarf had run off the vine. Oldham once vowed to build a fortress that cannot be captured. The minimum requirement for this fortress is that there is no gate, although this design has been criticized by Antitina. Fortunately, Valhallas unique power has made this ridiculous design come true. Its gate is now replaced by the world trees extensible roots and vines, and it has achieved unexpected results in defense.
Of course, the elder dwarf took it for granted.
The hunter was scared to death by the dwarf rushing in front of him, armed with a tomahawk, almost paralyzed. He quickly pulled his son on his knees and knelt on the ground, begging: “No, sir, please dont kill us! We havent seen anything, we promise not to talk a word, or at least please let go My child, he is still young and knows nothing. “
His movements startled Oldham, and the dwarf replied with a beard and eyes wide open: “Martha is on, what the **** are you talking about, who will kill you, Valhalla is about to start teleporting, you wait. Its not here. It happens that there is an adult who wants to see you. For your luck, follow me to the city. “
“what?”
“Can we enter the fortress of Valhalla?” The boy was also upset, but after all, it was the young mans heart. After hearing this sentence, he couldnt help but stand up excitedly: “Are you serious, Mr. Oldham? ? “
“Of course.”
The old dwarf thought about it and added, “Here I have the final say.”
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Bredel quickly saw the town of Orta in the forest from the sky. This small town next to Mintai Fort is just a few miles south of Mintai Fort. If the rebels have launched an attack on Mintai, they will certainly not let it go. Sure enough, a small-scale battle is taking place in the town below. The warring rebels around the center of the town are clearly invading the town.
Bredel sees the two sides at war, and is responsible for defending a team of White Lion Guard knights. The offensive has a variety of shirts, but under the banner of Golan-Elson, it seems to be the southern boundary. Noble army. The number of attackers is several times that of the defenders, but the White Lion Cavalier has been fighting since death, and has repelled the opponents tide-like impact several times.
But soon, a wizard appeared in front of the rebels. The other man was wearing a blue robe and was a Sazardian illusionist. Bredel knew that the young men of the White Lion Guard were more than enough to deal with the noble knights, but before these artisan wizards had no room to fight back, they descended from the air.
The tower illusionist is a seventh-tier unit in the game, which is better than the white lion guard he trained.
As soon as he landed, he caught the attention of the rebels, and the Bugatians had their own way of contact, and they were extra vigilant against this strange invader. Under their instructions, more than a dozen rebel knights immediately surrounded, and behind them were a large group of subordinates to the private soldiers.
But Bredel didnt even look at these people, and walked forward through the central square of Orta town. His arrogance apparently angered the red-eyed noble knights, howling and rushing towards them, waving long swords in their hands, trying to give this guy who didnt know how to look good.
But Bredel only understatedly pulled out the holy sword Odysseus. When the first knight rushed to the side of the horse he was sitting on, he raised the sword a block, and the mans arm holding the sword flew out. Then even the horse and the horse fell to the ground together, and the knight on the saddle was restrained by the stables, but still flew away from the horses back and stuck to the ground, the hundreds of pounds of armor directly crushed his spine.
Bredel continued to move forward, and those knights running towards him were torn apart as if they were damaged puppet people, or they lost their heads and still rushed forward with the war horses, or they were directly split into two with the horses As if it was just a blink of an eye, more than a dozen aristocratic knights died.
For Bredel , such a degree of combat is not worth mentioning to him. At this moment, he can easily win even if he returns to the several extreme powers of Rusta to face the Cruzs. After returning from the stagnant realm to this world, his greatest gain was a re-understanding of the laws of the world.
When he realized that all of this was from the legacy of the previous era, the underlying power in his blood seemed to recover, and the power of the law was no longer hazy for him, but rather True truth.
That power was too powerful, sometimes even giving him the illusion of being outside the world. He felt as if he was a deity. Although he was clearly in this world, he looked at it all in the clouds, creating a sense of distance from the land of Warnde itself.
And the people around him felt more obvious, especially the people of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment, in addition to the previous coexistence of gratitude and worship, and a deep sense of awe.
According to Hainff, walking around Lord Earl seemed to accompany a dragon, and every breath it made was frightening.
Bredel himself also feels this way. He can feel the assimilation of the world to himself. This is the instinct of the law of ia for the power of being. He experienced this feeling in “The Sword of Amber.” At the time, this feeling was far less clear now.
The battle with the noble knights was not even as good as he used to kill low-level monsters in the novice area. Even though the uninterrupted short-distance jump consumed his lot of order power, it was still too easy to deal with these people.
…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 470 Awakening of the Kingdom I
He didnt even use the power of the law at all, and relying solely on swordsmanship could make these people understand why he was the youngest swordsman in this kingdom.
“Swordmaster!”
The noble knights finally reacted and began to soften their legs and retreat back. They are not idiots, and naturally understand the real gap between them and a swordsman. There are only a few swordsmen in an Eluin, and aristocratic knights like them who eat and wait for death, grab a lot.