The Amber Sword

When Freya and I disappeared, Brando calmed down. Unlike diving into a ranch in a different direction, which can be covered by a speckled forest, the short woods from here to below almost hold the sight of a whole group of skeleton soldiers.

Adventure is essential, but unnecessary risks do not have to be taken. He decided to wait until later in the day to start operations, although the dead could look directly at life's energy, but their search range was limited at night.

But Brando wasn't doing nothing either, he was observing the pattern of patrolling the bone skeletons down there. Soon he found a gap between the other patrols, between the two scattered teams staggered, and he could get a 10-second interval.

He looked at the terrain —— twenty meters from here to the jungle below, he had two energy levels of ingenuity, but the weak state attributes were not fully invoked, and it seemed like an impossible challenge to complete a 40-meter round trip and dig up the keys buried under the tree in ten seconds.

He decided to find another way.

The sky soon darkened.

It's time for action. He said to himself in his heart that his whole person was blended into a dark environment and his heart was beating straight.

This is a game of life. What kind of death penalty is more exciting than this?

He stared down, silently counting fourteen -- just two pairs of bone skeletons staggering through the time required, and then he threw the sword in that direction first, which was the first step.

Twenty meters away, the sword threw into the soft fallen leaves and sounded softly. Brando waited for half a day in a frightened battlefield until the patrol passed him for the second time to confirm that everything was okay and relieved.

This is the focus of the plan. Brando's second silent count, waiting for two teams of bone skeletons to stagger for the third time, and he took a big breath and rushed out. There was almost a void in his mind at the time, unable to think or worry about anything, and there was only one goal —— speed, speed.

Three seconds.

Brando arrived and exhaled. He squatted, grabbed the fallen leaves, and grabbed the sword and started digging, but slowly and unexpectedly. He digs while he's at it, one, two, three.

Six seconds.

He gave himself an extra second, then dropped his sword and started running back, and the surrounding scenery was almost in the wind. He drilled into the bushes and stopped, feeling his heart rate stagnating.

Skeleton soldier staggered for the fourth time and did not find his presence. Brando took a deep breath and found the irritation to be a little soft on the hands and feet, but accelerating adrenaline secretion also made him unbearably excited.

Then he shrunk back and waited, waiting for the second round. The second attack on Brando calmed down a lot, but this time it was just as ineffective.

The third time he only dug for two seconds, because he had already noticeably felt a drop in strength. And then for the fourth time, he finally touched that cold, icy, square foreign object beneath the soil. Brando hasn't seen this before, but his heart beat is still getting more irrepressible at this moment.

This is it.

There was a certainty in Brando's mind that at that moment he was irrepressibly trying to dig it out, but he knew there wasn't enough time. He took a breath and calmed himself down, lowered his sword and ran back.

For the fifth time, Brando has calmed down completely. He ran under the tree, picked up the sword and started prying the square slab, and that thing loosened up, but at this point Brando's ears moved —— and so on, the voices were wrong, and the route of the bone skeleton patrol down there changed.

Impossible! Our protagonist feels a chill in his heart. He wonders if God is making a bad joke of him. Madara's skeleton soldiers lack basic intelligence and cannot adjust their patrol plans themselves unless they have the will of a corpse witch behind them - but a corpse witch does not change its original intentions for no reason.

Unless there is an external invasion.

Brando's past experience in the game became incredibly clear at this moment, and he couldn't help but look at the direction of the ranch, did Freya and Essen reveal it? But looking down the hillside in a calm direction, the young man immediately overthrew the idea.

The clicking steps of the Skeleton soldiers behind him got a little closer, and those monsters should have seen him. Brando feels his blood's clotting. What's he gonna do? Below are six bone skeletons, any one of which can be placed right now on his deathbed.

With the wind back ring? No, not to mention the trouble caused by the sound conference. It would be nice to hit three skeletons with the size of a wind bomb. What about the rest?

Brando feels his scalp is getting numb, and he keeps reminding himself to stay calm and think about what he usually does at a time like this in the game. By the way, with advantages, every attribute point and skill at hand can be used to survive in despair.

Just use your imagination.

He immediately thought of a possibility, but this crazy thought also scared him. This isn't a game, Brando. Can you afford it? He couldn't bear to ask himself, but the Skeleton soldiers were getting closer and he had to make a choice.

He took a breath and immediately stabbed himself in the stomach with a long sword.

Tearing pain came from the abdomen, a strong feeling 10,000 times more intense than in the game, Brando moaning and almost kneeling. He thought he was crazy, bean-sized sweat beads coming out of his forehead, but at the same time, the skeleton soldiers' clicking footsteps stopped.

Success, inexorable skills have worked, it has fooled those bone skeletons that have no wisdom.

Brando did not dare to be lazy, he pulled out his sword with a feeling of dizziness for a while, although he had deliberately avoided the harm, the blood had sprayed out and sprayed the ground. The young man dared not look, and he almost had difficulty breathing to pry out the square slab with his sword, and then turned around and slid down the hill.

He had five minutes to save himself, life and death hanging on the line.

Unyielding skill-induced fire of the soul propped him all the way down and into the village, but Brando had a fright just as he grasped into the village, and the ruins of the building were filled with snowy bone skeletons - new skeletons all masterpieces of dead witches, influenced by summoning, crawling out of the cemetery or tearing up flesh and blood.

In the darkening sky, these white bone skeletons create a tremendous sense of repression, and thanks to Brando's knowledgeable knowledge, they would have collapsed long ago.

He calmed down and looked at more than fifty, not a small quantity, which meant that Madara's aggressive power was growing as they moved forward. But the only reassuring thing is that Brando knows that these thin bone skeletons are less combative than their darkened peers.

Even slightly worse than an average adult male.

As Brando looks forward, his goal is a small shrine in the village, which should be just north - if his memory is not confused. And there's always a good thing about the many vices that death brings, that the spirits who wander the streets see him as one of a kind, even if Brando hits these brainless guys at best, which is to adjust the balance and move on.

That's great news.

With this advantage, it took him just over three minutes to find the shrine of Karidas - but it seems that Madara's dead spirits did not have much respect for the ceramic gods in the game, because they had broken down a wall of the shrine.

This provided Brando with a lot of convenience, and he touched it directly along the wall, and it was dark and he couldn't reach five fingers. Brando remembers that the shrine was later rebuilt, but he explored it for a while and found that the inner environment was still very different, and he quickly found the path to the quiet room by memory.

What he expected was that there was a wandering skeleton in the sitting room, which in the dark scared Brando to jump, and luckily he was nervous enough. But he calmed down quickly and tried to take a deep breath to comfort himself, which was just a puppet without any intelligence.

But his breathing is getting harder and harder, and his vision is starting to blur, and he has about a minute left.

Brando recalled that the entrance to that secret passage should be behind that podium, where he strolled and found the quadrangular depression. He smelled a little bit like Martha at that moment, and he was almost shaking to push that tablet in, scared God would make another bad joke.

Fortunately, in the pitch black silence, first a click, then a second sound, then a burst of muffled noise coming from the underground, finally a shout, he felt a breeze blowing behind his back.

Brando turned around and saw the downward graveyard - with light and purple microluminescent crystals on the walls of the tunnel, which was not valuable - but the light was too bleak to be widely used.

He shook his head, his dizziness almost knocked him down, and there was no such thing in the game - the player wouldn't feel any discomfort within five minutes of the inflexible skill taking effect in the Amber Sword, but as soon as the time came, you were nervously tough as a cow had to fall down.

Brando's desire to survive, supported almost by his own will, prompted him to bite his teeth forward. As he walked, he remembered the history of this graveyard -- the Knight of the Holy See, who was buried here, was a famous NPC, a man named Giant or something, a native born here, who had participated in Eruin's war of independence, his integrity for life, and after his death, people buried him back in his hometown, as he had been asked to.

It is said that this used to be a forest, and then a shrine was erected on it, and the Temple of Fire people modified the tomb path of the Holy Knight so that he could sleep permanently in the peace of the kingdom of God. And the sword that Brando was looking for, called the Spike of Light, was also the weapon that the knight had used in his lifetime. The young man had no intention of disturbing the tranquillity of the dead, but he was sure that the other side would not want those dead spirits to flourish in his native land.

The young man began to gasp, and he held onto the wall of the graveyard for twenty or thirty meters, and the end of his gaze gradually became bright - so that the endless soft white light must have been the result of some kind of high-end microlight gem, Brandotti refreshed and understood that he was close to the target.

But before he had time to relax, a black shadow suddenly fell on the ceiling, two steel claws snapped his shoulder and suddenly pulled him up.

Brando felt a tremendous force invading his limbs, as if two iron cords had made him immobile, and he immediately reacted, which was an absolute gap in power, which had at least four energy levels. He was horrified, and his experience in the game immediately made him realize what it was —— the Stone Ghost. The guy who did the job didn't say there was a stone ghost in the cemetery.

The Stone Ghost is the masterpiece of the Buchanist Wizard, the 23rd level monster, and the inferior corpse witch has become a gentle little baby compared to it.

Before Brando finished thinking, he felt empty, a feeling in the fog of the clouds —— he felt himself flying over a long distance, and then his back hit the cold grave wall. His whole body moaned as if one had broken apart.

But our protagonist is not worried about this at this time. He climbed up and shook his head and saw that the stone had chased up like a ghost.

Is there any chance?

……

Really, it's not that I don't want to explode... just a few hundred points away.)