The Amber Sword

Brando flanks his head so that the bone frame rubs past his shoulders. He almost forgot about this skeleton in the still room, but now he's not old enough to press his hand on the handle of a sword ——

With a glimmer of sword light, a bright white light appeared on the sword, and half of the skeleton's body had already flown halfway up. Brando glanced at the skeleton that gradually turned into ash, and the glitter of light deserved a sword born in the light, with its own purifying effect.

A little golden light went into his chest--

A weapon with a purifying effect can cause double damage to a dead spirit. No wonder he felt no obstruction when his sword cut off that bone skeleton, as if a hot knife had cut butter.

Divine Tool.

Brando has only one assessment of this sword at this moment, though not artifact, but it also varies in such an environment.

But what he was more anxious about was the safety of Freya and Essen, and he immediately pushed the collapsed bone skeleton outward, and this moment of energy level 2 ingenuity finally broke out, and I'm afraid even in the face of his original world-class athlete, he wouldn't be in any way inferior - even in equilibrium bursts.

Supported by the Spike of Light and the Ring of the Wind, his strength, his constitution and his ingenuity are completely broken 2, and if Brando is present on Earth at this moment, there is only one explanation in the eyes of ordinary people - Superman, except that he cannot fly.

Brando returned the way he was, and the winding corridor in the dark no longer stood in his way. He leaped out of the collapsed walls of the shrine and his strong breath of life immediately attracted the attention of nearby wandering dead spirits. Two skeletons, one left and the other right, made a clicking sound and walked towards him, shaking, but waiting for them were two silver swords.

Brando put two points of experience into the bag and immediately looked in the direction of the ranch. His eyes shrunk slightly - in that direction the fire was clearly already shining, and a flame of summer almost stained half the night sky.

And in his view, hundreds of skeletons are slowly surrounding him in that direction, and he understands that these low-life spirits will never act on their own, which must indicate what the corpse witches behind have noticed ——

“Freya, Essen!” Brando's heart sinks, but he's about to rush over there and he hears a sharp, shady voice coming from behind him:

“There's a human there, kill him--! ”

Brando turned around and found a corpse witch at the end of the street commanding six lined skeleton soldiers approaching his side slowly.

The corpse witch raised the sceptre in her hand...

But Brando was faster than it was, and the strike skill started instantly, and he seemed like an outbreak of remnants approaching continuously, "Stop him!” The corpse witch startled and screamed hysterically.

The head skeleton soldier raised his sword, but it welcomed a cold young man's face. Brando now suddenly flashes a sentence in his head that is so clear, as if it contains all the emotions of the original owner of this body:

“Madala's bastards, now it's your turn...”

He doesn't give a shit about skill at all and strikes a cross sword directly with the Pokémon Sword. When a metal burst through the eardrum, the steel sword in the hands of the Skull Soldier bent backwards under immense force and then broke apart.

Brando had never moved forward, and the skeleton soldier had a whole skeleton behind him divided into four pieces with a sword. At this moment, there was no further separation between him and the corpse witch.

The hideous dead spirit slammed open the jaw of the leaking wind, leaving nothing but stunned on his dry face.

“This sword, for Brando. ”

He opened his mouth and stabbed the sword under the left rib of the corpse witch, passing between the third rib behind his back. Brando stared at the green light's orbit, saying that the sword of Zhanguang was glowing. He waved his sword forward and backward,

The soul fire in the eye of the dead witch flashed for a moment and then faded away. When it clasped, its arm holding the sceptre flew far away, and was burned to ashes by a purified fire.

Three o'clock golden light rises from the night sky and merges into the young man's chest.

He turned around and the two Skeleton soldiers came clamping left and right. Brando lifted his sword and the arm of the first bone skeleton immediately went up to heaven. The sword turned again and the skull grunted. As soon as he pushed, the rib, which had been overwhelmed, was immediately thrown at his companion.

The skeleton soldier immediately waved his sword, but his sword stood in half, and a shining sword had slipped into it, dividing it in two forever - a 'boom’, and the metal ring on Madara's lowest spirit soldier was like a shower scattered all over the ground.

Two o'clock gold light flashes away.

Brando immediately meditated on the Properties panel, and the ghostly data immediately floated in rows on his retina. He chose one of them and said in his heart: "Profession and experience -”

A piece of dark green data:

XP: 11 (civilian level 1: —, militia level 2, 610, mercenary level 1, 010)

His counterhand blocked the attack of a skeleton soldier on one side, reading in his heart: "Eleven o'clock experience to upgrade the ranks of mercenaries. ”

The data changes immediately:

XP: 0 (civilian level 1: —, militia level 2, 610, mercenary level 2, 1130)

Brando raised his sword and pushed the bone skeleton backwards by force. He then glanced at his attributes, increasing his strength and constitution by 0.2 energy levels, and increasing his acumen and perception by 0.1 energy levels each. The key, however, is 25 skill experiences, which alone is enough to render the militia profession worthless.

He took a breath.

Well, now he has 2.3 energy, 2.1 energy, 2.2 energy, 8.0 absolute power. The initial attributes of the player have been exceeded across the board and progress towards the first level of power has begun.

At this moment, Brando's heart suddenly calmed down and he looked at the three skeleton soldiers in front of him, like a piece of air.

Yes, he's back, finally...

……

Ten minutes is enough for a smoke to dissipate, and at the end of the street a sound of horseshoes came from afar and nearby, two horses.

Two young riders on the long street stepped out side by side on the horse, they stopped the horse and looked around, somewhat surprised to see the remains of a skeleton in the ground, unable to speak for a moment.

“Zeta, did you see that? ”

“There's only one man, isn't there a guard in Lidenburg? ”

“There's a dead witch over there, Martha! Zeta, can you take an enemy four? ”

“No, I can't. It's a veteran.” Some skinny young man on horseback looked around silently, an incredible expression that gradually appeared in his face: "Ryans, here are six skull soldiers ——”

Quiet around.

“Seven? ”

“Seven. ”

“We have to tell the lieutenant, guess what? Regular army? Or a traveling knight?” The young man named Ryans turned around immediately and looked at his companion and asked.

“I can't guess, Ryans, but I agree with you. ”

……

By the time Brando arrived at the ranch, it was already in a flame, and the burning buildings of the bear formed a bright backdrop, with occasional sounds of buildings collapsing not far away - but he had not seen the anticipated spiritual army surrounding Freya and Essen.

Instead, he saw many newly evoked skeletons fleeing royally in the flaming sea of bears. Bright flames are almost the natural enemies of these inferior dead spirits, allowing their faint soul fires to tremble under strong light, almost purifying into piles of ash.

This is not a blue fire. In the game, Madara's army will only use a cold soul fire, and Brando immediately realizes that the fire was not fired by the dead. Is it Freya and Essen? He shook his head and he didn't think the two men were so resolute.

He turned his head sharply in one direction and saw a group of skeleton soldiers chase him in one direction. He squeezed his eyes and saw a flashing layer of black light from the skeletons —— darkened, dead witches nearby?

Brando immediately pulled out his sword, and a glimpse of spectacle immediately appeared on the sword of the Spike of Light. As he walked in that direction, several reckless lowlife skeletons rubbed past him - soon our hero started again at 7: 00.

But before the young man could get close, suddenly there was a loud noise at the front corner - countless bone fragments, metal armor rings scattered from that direction, accompanied by two or three skeletons that were lifted high and fell into a fire not far from here.

Brando was shocked...

This is the first level of power (3Oz ~ 20Oz), which he immediately realized. Who's behind the fire? Regular army in Lidenburg? But they haven't been here in history.

He subconsciously raised his head in a defensive position and saw a group of knights marching out of the flames, like a flood, instantly sweeping out of the flames. And the lead rider immediately turned to him, and he raised his sword - and the rider behind him pulled a string at the same time - and the whole team pulled together.

“Who are you--?” The rider asked coldly, listening to the voice was a young man. But he couldn't see the look on Brando's back, but he could feel that the person knew him. No, it should be said to know the original Brando.

Then he heard the whispers of the riders behind him:

“I bet it's a militia. ”

“I know him. ”

“But you're right, it's just a militia. ”

Brando frowned slightly, and as his gaze gradually adjusted to the strong light, he finally saw these men's outfits. Blue-bottomed thick woolen top, dragon-square chest armor, shiny white iron helmet with cavalry sword, and that silver-white backed shoulder badge with black pine leaf marking--

Butch's guard.

“Brando, what are you doing here?” The leading rider asked in a different tone of voice.

“I have the same problem.” Brando finds out the name of this man from his memory: Bryson, like him, is from Prague City because he was chosen as a guard for excellence in militia training and then sent to the Butch border to exercise...

Of course, this is just a superficial problem. Because no matter how brilliant Bryson was, it couldn't have surpassed Brando, the first swordsmanship of the same period, but there was a local chief's father who spoke, and the rest of the story naturally went much smoother.

He knew the two men's grudges, but of course they were not grudges. At best, they looked down on each other.

Indeed, Brayson immediately said, "Militia, as Deputy Chief of the Butch Guard, I ask you to report to me immediately —— why are you here? ”

The cavaliers immediately burst into laughter, and they all knew that Bryson was just trying to get himself in trouble for his hometown, and reporting something was just an excuse.

Brando, look up--

……

(PS. Like about three more, I'll give it a shot.

Thank you also to d-blade, blood cicada, lionhead, sjwgyyb0, Green Knight - Ryans, Langurei, lntech, huan12387, Pioneer of Piracy, bookmate 080903091433371, Marshal of Saint Dragon for his generosity as a maple, laziness side, kitten meow, Dead Spirit Magic apprentice, some of whom have been supporting old friends since Canaan, and some new friends whom Amber has known, and here I say thank you for your support.)