MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 460 Testament I

The young man finally showed a horrified look, but he hadn't thought about escaping, and lost seven or eight Bugatians. He didn't know how to explain it to the Sarde witch. In his fury, he could only attribute it to cloth. Lando's fault was clearly just a mortal, so he couldn't help it.

He pulled a short emerald staff from his coat and pointed to Brando in anger: "How dare you murder the noble silver people !?"

Sir Roseburn finally reacted, rushing to grab his hand, hoarsely, "Hurry up!"

But the red-eyed young man almost kicked him off: "Shut up, you idiot who is not enough to lose, and timid like a mouse. If you do n’t want to fight, get away!

Rosburn stepped back with a somber face. He finally glanced at the young man and finally made up his mind to leave. But he didn't think the young man turned around and raised his cane to him, and a green light hit his vest.

Rosburn screamed and got off the horse, struggling painfully on the ground.

"The coward is not worth living." The young man sneered cruelly.

Brando watched the two dogs biting the dog calmly from beginning to end.

"No one is noble," Brando answered quietly. "Everyone is noble because of their actions."

At this moment the dark clouds spread out and a golden floating light came over the square.

Brando was in the middle of the square.

The people of Tonigel watched the scene silently.

Su kneeled behind the young lord, holding his ankle, his face was complex and incredible.

She deeply loves Miss Freya, and has always disliked the man who took Miss Freya's heart, but for the first time today she found that the other person might not be useless.

The young man sneered and pointed his short stick at Brando.

He wanted to see how many times Xin Na could save this human.

"Be careful!" Rollint, Montolo Jr. shouted at the same time, the last one was Sue's voice.

Akane's action was more direct. She opened the blood of Thor, lightning bolted away in all directions, and the cloak draped outside turned directly into fly ash. The silver breastplate underneath and the girl's flaming horsetail were exposed.

"It's Miss Qian!" Someone exclaimed.

The Shanmin girl stepped forward and threw the halberd in her hand to the young man. The silver halberd surrounded the electric light, colliding with the green beam in midair.

But after a moment. The sky full of sparks returned to Akane's hands and turned into a halberd again.

"The azure gun, the blood of the dragon, the blood of the thunder **** !?" The young man's smile got stuck in his throat.

He finally recognized the identity of the girl.

Brando never looked at the short stick in the young man's hand: "Some people will never understand."

He reached out and dragged the young man like a duck over a distance of hundreds of meters.

The moment when young people find themselves losing control of their bodies. The whole person collapsed, he felt that this could not happen, a sage of a mortal, this must be an illusion.

The square was terribly silent.

Only the sound of people exhaling thinly.

That is the Bugatti of the Silver People. I heard that each of them can be an element of enlightenment. Adults have at least the strength of the truth. Among the outstanding ones are the extreme strong and the sage.

Of the twelve wizard leaders, the three strongest halves were perfect and entered the semi-god realm.

They have a small population, but they are also the top forces in this world.

People of such a nation. It was as if a dead duck was pinched in their lord's hand and lifted more than a hundred meters apart.

Someone slaps himself on the spot to confirm that there is no hallucination.

That man was little Montolo.

Brando looked at the action of this living treasure with smirk, he directly closed the young man's connection with the magic network, which is the permanent hardening of the ability elements brought by the sage realm.

The swords that he previously gave to Rollinte and Montolo Jr. used this ability. Although it is far from enough to make artifacts with his current masters degree, as long as you have the intention, you can still make one or two fantasy weapons. of.

This is the power of the sage.

Brando tossed the young man to the side like a dead dog before returning to check Sue's condition, which was fine. The girl just stomped her feet.

He raised Su Fu, who said to him exhaustedly, "Master, Ms. Yuta, she ..."

"She's okay." Brando had already heard from Albert, and the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps intercepted Yuta, who was about to be taken away, in Cold Shirt Fort. Although the latter was seriously injured, he had expected that Albert would take the Angel Heart Bottle and some holy water, and it really came in handy.

After learning the news, Su seemed to overdraw all his spirits, completely relaxed, and fell down and fell asleep. Brando knew she was overstretched. Carefully handed her to Qian's arms before slowly crossing the square to the young man and Sir Rosburn.

All this time, everyone in the square looked at their lord quietly.

Brando lifted his head. The young Banyan knight brought by the young man had already disappeared, and the dragon knight of the royal party was also dead and wounded. He remembered seeing a guy disguised as Yuta earlier, but he is no longer visible He faintly felt that man was a little weird, but he didn't need to investigate it for now.

Brando bowed his head.

Sir Rosburn was ashamed, and was about to take his last breath.

"help me……"

"You should know that this is impossible." Brando replied.

Sir Rosburn's face changed several times before he finally showed despair.

Brando knelt down beside him, rolled up his sleeve, exposed his pale right hand, and stroked his index finger with two fingers, where the light flashed, revealing a silver ring.

It was a snake, matching head to end.

Brando lifted his right hand, gently removed the ring, then placed it on the chest of Sir Rosburn, placed his left hand on the ring, and said softly:

"All things reunite, all things revolve, and the will of truth is with you and me."

Sir Rosburn looked at it all erratically, and he hoarsely said, "You ... how?"

"Rosburn, you have chosen the wrong path," Brando replied. "So you have been betrayed, don't you have anything to say? Tell me, I will listen."

The young man aside struggling violently, and Rosburn was also struggling. He suddenly undulated his chest a few times and looked at the young man with a look of resentment: "The Bugatians planned to make Eruin In civil strife, they assassinated Prince Levin Ornesson, who was involved in the operation with another person. "

"You assassinated His Highness Levin."

"And his maid, Edessa, we didn't take the shot. The entire operation was arranged by the Bugatti alone." Rosburn gasped like a broken bellows, and the dark red blood spilled from his mouth and nose.

Brando didn't speak.

He recalled the eldest son of the king who had a relationship with Ampelsel in his letter, and the other party described in his letter his expectations for Alluin's future. Brando knew that he had lost contact with his ideals, but did not expect that fate had made him a malicious joke.

He once joked that it would be difficult for him to 'see' with his hero who changed Eruin in this life. He had originally obtained the Dragon Blood Pond this time, and it was hoped that he could heal the eyes of the eldest son. This joke will come to naught.

"You **** it!" Little Montolo heard the news, and was so angry that he pulled his sword and stabbed at Rosburn. But Brando instructed Akane to hold him firmly. "He is going to die," Brando said softly.

Little Montolo snarled indignantly, kicked the young man next to him, and nodded him this time.

Based on the physical quality of the Buga people, the corner of the young man's mouth also bleeds blood. I can imagine how powerful the little Montolo's foot is. The young man didn't say a word, but his heart was secretly annoyed. He knew this, and he should have Rosburn go away, so as to avoid such extravagance.

Brando pressed Rosburn's chest and asked, "How did they get into Tonigel, and who answered them?"

"it's me."

"anything else?"

Rosen's eyes had completely disappeared, and he murmured almost unconsciously: "And Overwell ..."

"Overwell?" Brando sank.

"Count Overwell, he ..."

"Enough, shut up!" The young man couldn't help but finally speak. But Montoro punched him in the angrily with a punch, and the young man bent down in pain.

But his words seemed to make Rossburn sober, he made a gurgling noise, and his hands seemed like the sky wanted to catch something.

This action was fixed here, Brando felt that Rosburn's heartbeat had completely stopped, and then he sighed. His spell was too low-level. Although he took advantage of the imagination, he still didn't have enough influence.

He glanced at Rosburn's corpse with no sympathy in his heart. He wasn't actually unable to save the person, but he had no intention at all.

"Well," Montolo said suddenly, "Earl Overwell is organizing defense in Paris if he betrays His Royal Highness!"

Brando also had a gloom in his mind, although Rosburn might not be completely credible, and he was unwilling to believe that Overwell would betray the royal family.

"How long has it been since the rebels surrounded Pallas?"

"Three days."

"When did Count Overwell reach Pallas."

"It was two days ago."

"Is there any news from Mintai?"

Little Montolo thought for a moment, after all, he is not the decision-making layer of Fir collar, and he doesn't have much more information than ordinary people. But he was at least an aide-knight and knew how to analyze information.

But his expression suddenly changed: "... Lord and Earl, Ms. Nimesis seems to be organizing a retreat at Mintai. She doesn't know all this yet ..."

Brando's face changed.

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