Chapter 62 - Volume 2
Chapter 6 – A natural Lord
A miracle had happened before the citizen’s eyes.
The cavalry who charged towards the youth were crumpled like a piece of paper. Each time the youth moved, swords would either break or bend backwards, and steel splinters flew all over the place. The force carried behind the youth’s sword even hurled the rider’s horse upwards, before the rider flew off from the impact.
One, two, three, the citizens behind Brendel whispered, until seven of the riders were dismounted forcefully. The remaining three riders were already frightened to the point where they held the reins tightly and did not advance any further.
Gaspard stared at Brendel as if he was a devil, while Markov and his guards were frightened to the point where they forgot what they were holding in his hands. The refugees broke past their lines and ran to Brendel.
“Who are you?” Gaspard felt that the blood draining from his limbs. He had seen the captains in the White Mane’s squadrons training fights, and he felt they were elite fighters, but compared to the youth in front of him, they were amateurs.
[Who exactly is this person?!]
Brendel sheathed his sword and exhaled lightly. He used Power Break seven times, and he drained a fifth of his stamina, and he felt his hands were starting to go a little numb.
Three horses suddenly jumped out from the burning flames, and sword flashes could be seen as the skeletons were struck down into pieces. The riders on them pulled the horses’ reins, and galloped towards Brendel before stopping a slight distance away from him—
Brendel looked up and saw the figure of a person wearing sky blue armor, with one hand holding a sword, while the other hand pulling the reins. The long ponytail was illuminated by the flames in the street, and Brendel saw an elegant rider on top of a horse.
Behind her, more and more riders came out from the flames and gathered behind her, the majority of them wearing outfits that belonged to mercenaries.
[The majority of them looks like they are at least of an Iron-ranked fighter, and quite a few of them are at least intermediate ranks…] Brendel was surprised.
[Where did this group of mercenaries come from? There are at least ten over people here that are as good as Luc Beson’s captains! Wait— Could this be the private army of Freya’s father?] Brendel knew of Freya’s true birth, and took a wild guess.
“Brendel, where’s Romaine?” Freya looked curiously at the people in front of her.