Chapter 143: Brando (End)

After several rounds, passing through a dirt road that runs through sand, mudflats, and weed bushes, the troops stopped again in the black fir forest.
Earl Brando and Roy are already here waiting to be greeted.
Looking through the small window, he looked around and found no signs of camping and camping. The sparsely populated place, the harsh environment, and the poisonous clusters, made it difficult to imagine a lord nobleman who should stay.
The guards next to each other were also few, only a few dozen, but all of them were of good ability. They all seemed to be relatives selected by the loyal army.
Caesar got out of the car.
"welcome."
Count Brando is still the same as before, and his eyebrows are still in the same clothes, but in the verification device, the displayed ability value is only five, which is far lower than the followers around him.
Is it true this time? Caesar thought.
Without much politeness, Brandos led him to sit down in a temporary shack, and began to sign contracts and become allies in a rough environment.
The content of the treaty had been drafted long before, and the count had written the name of "Teinbrando", waiting for Targaryen to be in place, and handed it directly to him.
Caesar took it, took a look, put it on the low table, wrote "Gallon Tangrian" again, then set the feather pen aside, staring at the reaction below Brando.
The contract has not yet entered into force.
The count paused, a little flash of surprise and annoyance flashed in his eyes, and then he was well covered, and said with a smile: "His brand, Targaryen, has shown full sincerity. Now it is your turn. "
"Do not."
"It's your turn now," he said.
The bonfire was blazing, and the gloomy sky was flashing with lightning.
Roy got up slowly, not even knowing why he was taking two steps back. He stared at the weak, silent forest leprechaun with frowns.
what happened? Suspicion took over his chest, and the inexplicable words of Count Targrien disturbed him.
We confirmed it.
Roy tried to comfort himself, don't have such a glass of snakes, listen to what the nobleman is about to say next.
"What are you talking about? I have signed my name with the God of Freedom, and now it is your turn, please sign your real name, Your Excellency." The count was slightly annoyed, but explained.
"My real name is Caesar Ortoren Stotaglian. Maybe you have never heard of this name, but this voice, Roy"
Count Targrien has always maintained a gentle smile, but in this passage, his voice is gradually changing, from the elegant tone of the ordinary southern aristocracy, quickly transformed into a deep, hoarse voice: "I think you should return remember."
The crackle of the bonfire crackled, echoing in the camp, as if the stones echoed, Roy held the sword handle around his waist and shivered.
Black dragon.
"Well."
Count Brando also found out the problem, quickly overturned the low table in the shed, and the cronies immediately responded, and swarmed up immediately.
"Send us away!" The earl shouted.
At the same time, the caster who had been standing silently behind him raised his staff. None of the guards was unresponsive.
however
Clean place.
The illusory ripples not only wiped out the spells of the caster, but also destroyed and cracked the magic items. In the incredible eyes of the people, the giant claws protruded from the smoke screen, and the huge black dragon stood up, occupying their entire vision.
The first death was the caster, the blocked mage's master, was as fragile as thin paper in front of the black dragon, and was smashed into a mud by the claws. The flesh and the black robe were twisted together, no matter how they were.
Count Brando tried to escape, took a step, stopped abruptly, the defensive items had expired, and endless flames were surging. When his head poured down, his shout was drowned by the rushing flames.
The next second, the count's clothing and skin began to evaporate, and Tyne Brando fell down and instantly turned into coke.
In the rear, the deformed servants exposed their minions and clashed with the knight. Some people wanted to escape and shouted for reinforcements, but they were immediately hit hard and devoured by flames.
"Well."
One, two, and three. A total of three poison arrows were fired on the mouth, eyes, and ears of the black dragon, but they did not work. They were swept by the air in the air, blocked by hard eye masks, or they were not in the ears.
At this time, only Roy could barely keep calm. He did not escape, knowing that no one could be faster than the black dragon.
The count's second son clenched the bronze sword handle, glanced at the brother who had been scared to move, and decided to take the risk.
He did not retreat and rushed to the forest fairy who had been beside the black dragon.
The heat was so hot that Roy's back was burning like a fire, and he began to run. It is clear that if there is anything that can make him survive in the Jedi and find a way to live, it can only be the fairy of the forest.
I have to use it to threaten the black dragon.
This was Roy's only idea. The knight beside him gave the deformed monster in front of him a hard blow, but before he could find the next opponent, he was swept by the flames and wailed on the ground.
Fire, there is fire everywhere.
During the journey, the distance is rapidly shortening.
However, as soon as he thought he was about to come into contact with the forest fairies, Destruction Yanliu swept past him, leaving a broad scar on the ground; hope was like a candle remaining in the wind, and annihilation disappeared.
"I surrender."
No way, Roy dropped his weapon decisively and showed his hands to the enemy with empty hands. He glanced at the unsung brother and raised his head and said, "I surrender on behalf of the Brando family and let me survive. Everything is yours. "
Caesar looked down at this fragile but amazing human being, and greedily enjoyed the thrill of the thrill of controlling life.
"I can do things for you. With a little support, I can take control of the entire Rhineland and give my best to help you."
Roy felt the smell of blood in his mouth, and the smell of cooked meat and ashes in the air, saying, "I can swear to all gods, always loyal to you, never revenge, never betrayal."
He waited for the Black Dragon to reply.
However, there was no reply.
The huge black claw grabbed Roy's body, pinched, twisted, twisted twice, and the blood stubble overflowed from the gap between the claws, leaving behind with gravity.
Before, Caesar had a moment of hesitation, not thinking about whether to let Roy's life, but thinking whether the method of persuading others to swear allegiance should be pried from this guy's mouth.
In the end, the Black Dragon abandoned the plan.
Nothing is for nothing. If you want to gain unimaginable abilities, you have to pay unimaginable prices. Something beyond cognition should not be contaminated.
Since you do n’t even know it, naturally you wo n’t find yourself.
Throw away the flesh and blood residue that can no longer be seen in human shape ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The black dragon opened his mouth and snarled silently, killing all humans in this area in an instant, none of the fish leaking the net, leaving no Live.
Immediately afterwards, the set-up deformed monsters began to camouflage again, transforming into the members of the Brando family and the Cavaliers.
"Leave, I'm going to burn this place and destroy these traces."
Caesar stared around, then said to the leader of the deformed monster: "For the time being, the human affairs of Kaki will be left to you for the time being, listen to my order and don't let me down."
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty."
The chief of the clan, disguised as Earl Brando, kneeled in front of him and kissed the toes of the black dragon: "Everything we own is yours."
The flames were raging, as if a volcano had erupted. This land was completely swept by the flames, and the black dragon's breath consumed everything.
It took a long time for Caesar to spread his wings, returning to his territory with the little guy stuck in his neck.
The first volume, end.