The Amber Sword

Not going to Aomura?

That's impossible. Brando knew something, and that would have a huge impact on his plans after that. So whether it was to prepare food or to test that idea, he had to go to the village that might have been occupied by Madara.

So he thought about it, and he asked in his spare time, "I'm not going, do you know how to start? Diving in and searching is not a matter of course, and requires careful planning and prior investigation. ”

Diving and searching in the past has been the strength of people who have invested a lot of training in shadows, such as nightingales and hunters. As a soldier, Brando didn't know much about them, but after all, he had formed a team with them and was on a mission, and his memory alone was much stronger than that of these militias.

Freya shook her head. It's not that she doesn't understand, but Brando's hurt is too bad: "You can tell us what to do, and leave the rest to us.”

Brando wasn't surprised by Freya's rejection. He knew he had to choose how to persuade himself at this time. For example, the wisdom of a senior warrior: "Roman. ”

“Yes!”

“Give me your sword.” He opened his hand to one side.

“No, Brando.” Roman had swords in his hands and handed them to him with confidence.

“Thanks.”

Brando took over the sword and took a breath and tried his best to adjust his condition. He was under 40 per cent of his life in a state of weakness, and the rot poison made him inflexible to use another 20 per cent of his power. That is, he can use only 0.6 energy levels at most.

About the same as a 14-year-old teenager.

“Time is running out, and in order to prove my ability to participate in this adventure, we may wish to decide in an ancient and traditional way.” He drew his sword: “The way warriors talk to each other. ”

Our host looked around and found that everyone seemed to hear the wrong expression. Martha, in this issue of the Bucci militia, Freya is worthy of swordsmanship, and even Essen is a defeated soldier.

Dude, do you really know how bad you are? They raised such a question in their hearts and minds.

“Brando, you're not kidding.” Freya said angrily. She's pretty confident in her swordsmanship, and if Brando beats her in this state - does he think he's a veteran of the November war?

Brando didn't say a word and only compared a ‘please’ position with a long sword.

The ponytail girl was almost black in front of her. She thought there should also be a limit to her ignorance of life, but it did not appear to be what she thought. She bit a bite of silver teeth and decided to teach Brando a lesson with reality.

Freya straightened her sword, and she didn't want it to be just a chisel. Her basic work is excellent, her sword is steady, and she brings a thin blade wind.

Brando's countersword blocked, and the tremendous force echoed on the sword almost dislocated his wrist. But he flattened the blade immediately and cut it down with Freya's blade on it; the young man had little power, but Freya was frightened - because she was not in range yet, and the other sword was about to reach her guard.

Though unwilling, the female captain of the ponytail also returned without merit.

In fact, she was not wronged, and Brando was very famous for his swordsmanship, which came from the battle swordsmanship of Cruz and was known in the game as Cato Countercheck. This is advanced martial arts swordsmanship, and while Brando can only rely on the original swordsmanship of the body to do the same kind of gourd work, it's enough for a semi-tuned swordsman like Freya.

Brando remembered that that move was the last thing he learned from a mercenary, at the cost of two barrels of Madara's bone wine.

Now it looks like these two barrels of bone wine are worth it.

Freya retreated, and in response to Brando's imminent attack, she held her sword in both hands and bit her teeth, flattening each other's sword to one side, reacting quickly and not intelligently enough. Because Brando had already stepped back, and by the time she reacted, the sword in his hand had pointed to her chest.

Freya bites her teeth, knocks Brando's tip out with the handle of her sword, and then chases her with a sword. But in Brando's case, the sword is out of order, simply because he is unwilling to lose. He knocks gently and the other person falls to the ground because of his loss of weight.

Dust flies.

“Looks like I convinced you.” Brando retracted his sword and replied softly.

Freya looked up, incredible on her face.

It was not just her, but none of the nine members of the Bucchi militia present, except for Roman, who was still rightly present, had a gaze of inactivity. Is that militia swordsmanship? Compared to the veterans in the Regular Corps?

“How? ”

“Not surprisingly, I was the number one swordsman in the Prague 33 militia.” Brando answered casually: "And then you, little Finnish, let's solve your problem. ”

Little Finnish shook his head in a panic: "Me, I'm not going, you guys go. ”

This kid. Brando couldn't bear to shake his head.

……

After agreeing on a time and rendezvous with others, Brando and Freya and Essen quickly went on the road, pressing for seconds.

Qingcun is about east of Crystal Lake, and the distance is not too far, especially as the three of them go all the way deep, through the dense tree crown can also witness the darkening of several gray columns of smoke in the east direction of the sky - the darkening of the sky does not seem to bode well.

According to Brando's memories and suggestions, they approached the area that Madara might occupy from the north of the village, and his speculation proved to be correct, where the army of the dead had just swept by, leaving only a scorched earth.

Even though Freya's last glimmer of hope broke when she looked down at the village below where the flames rose and the smoke rolled in the ashes, Madara's army did appear to have come before them, making it a luxury for them to catch up to Riedenburg. She couldn't help but look at Brando and wonder what the young man thought.

But Brando was hiding in a bush, staring out at a group of skeleton soldiers passing by and carefully counting the trees in the short forest up ahead, counting to the twelfth, and writing down what the tree looked like ——

Qingcun, the twelfth mountain mackerel heading south in the short woods. He remembered very clearly that there should be a key buried underneath, and in the game it was an independent task to get into a graveyard in the village.

He remembers who discovered the mission, like a priest? But it doesn't matter, because he knows it's a cathedral knight's tomb, and if it all fits in with the game, there's got to be something good in it. But his goal was the sword in the graveyard, the Spike of Light.

It's a sword infused with the power of light, and now he's using it at the same level as a small-sized spirit slayer, and of course he's just imagining the artifact of the legend behind him.

Confirming that, Brando turned around, pointing out to two people outside the woods and saying, "See? ”

“See what?” Essen and Freya were both stunned.

“The number of bone skeletons patrolled, twice, four times, now appears to have two units of Madala in the village.” Our hero replied with skill: "Twenty-two to twenty-four skeleton soldiers, two corpse witches. ”

“So many!” Ethan freaked out.

“Luckily, that's not the point. The point is that they control cemeteries and squares, and the leftover corpse witches are bound to use soul-searching, and they are constantly supplemented by troops, which is where we have to be careful.” Brando continued.

“It's blasphemy!” Freya grabbed her fist with anger.

“Yes, but they have that right.” He sighed, pointing at the woods not far away, and said, "See over there, that ranch? You can dive in through the shadows of the fences and the bushes. There should be a cellar underneath the barn on that ranch, which is not hard to find, and it shouldn't be burned down —— you can hide there until it gets late and we can go out later. ”

The girl nodded her subconscious head, but suddenly realized it wasn't right: "How do you know? ”

“I've been here for a while.” Brando replied in passing that he was not lying, just not in this world.

“And then what are we going to do?” Ask Essen.

“Wait for me there, I'll come to you at night. Those monsters should be focused on evoking the skull, not coming to your trouble for a while, and if they do, you need to pay attention to your breathing and your heartbeat - the dead can see your vitality.” Brando gave a little admonition.

“Wait, aren't you with us?” Freya grabbed this detail with acumen.

“I have my own business. ”

“You ——” she said, but saw the young man shoot his sword, meaning —— don't forget you've been persuaded by me. But how does that count? Freya opens her mouth and tries to refute it, but Essen on one side grabs her and tells her to watch out for the skeleton soldiers patrolling below Madara.

“Do you believe me?” Brando whispered.

Freya shook her head, but hesitated and nodded again.

“Well, that's it. Now, you guys go. Don't worry, I'll be back in peace.” He replied earnestly.

Freya glanced at him and stopped talking. But eventually Essen pulled them away unwillingly, and Brando watched them go through a speckled forest into the bushes below, and then along a fence through that long meadow, eventually sneaking into the pasture.

He was just relieved.

Brando turned around and looked down at the short woods. A kind of nervousness that overwhelms his mind will be his first solo adventure in the world, perhaps not as good as it used to be, but there is no failure here, only death.

Speaking of which, he's actually more willing to work with Freya and them, but how do we explain that key? It can't be said that he came here before to bury it, and this lame lie can't even fool Essen, let alone Freya.

On balance, he still decides to act alone.

“Doesn't make any difference, old man. Just think of it as a rehearsal.” He rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but breathe in his heart.

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(PS. Almost new book 12. Can you do it again today?)