The Amber Sword

“You'll scold me, won't you, Brando? ”

“No, come here. Be careful.” Looking at Roman carefully, Brando couldn't help but be angry and funny. But he raised his head, and three young dead animals had appeared on the rock he and Roman had occupied; he looked around again, and these shrubbery monsters had come up from all sides only a short while later - after the demise of the dead, they had become the only targets in the canyon, especially the future merchant lady with the luminescent stab of fluorescence, and the magic weapon attracted these golden trees like a candle in the darkness.

And it is indeed a candle of fire in the dark.

Brando could almost hear the golden demon tree's thirst for magic squirming in his mind, but he couldn't even think about it - time was running out, maybe he'd run into the demon tree, and they had to get out of here before then. He turned back to Freya and said, "How's it going? Can you hold on? ”

Freya nodded.

“Then let's go up the other side, take your sword and be careful.” He said, handing over the young girl's sword. Though withered beasts have taken the highlands from this end, there is no shrub monster in the opposite direction.

In fact, these activated plants are not fast, and climbing on staggered rocks is just as efficient as ordinary people. But they are better than quantity and familiarity with the terrain, and they are superior in quality, corresponding endurance, and resilience, and Brando knows that something must be done to stop these monsters.

He couldn't bear to look higher.

Freya squeezed her bloody hands onto the rock wall, shrinking. But she bit her teeth, ripped a piece of cloth off her sleeve and wrapped it around her hand, and climbed up with a sharp pointed stone.

Brando saw the scene behind him and couldn't help but sigh. But he didn't have much time. He took the Spike of Light from Roman's hand, and then he protected her from climbing up, and then he turned around, and two young dead animals had already climbed up from below.

“Brando, get up here!” Roman's voice.

Freya was also nervous and pale and immediately reached out to him on the rock.

But Brando didn't think to respond, and those two shrubbery monsters had little intelligence, and they had half-started and made a 'hissing’ threat to young people.

In a sense, withering beasts are not inherently intelligent life. It is simply a puppet of the Golden Demon Tree.

Brando drew a sword in his hand, and a fluorescence in the dark made the two monsters shrink slightly, but he just wanted to take the opportunity to go back and grab the hand of the future goddess of martial arts, and they roared down and pounced.

Die!

Brando was angry, and he supported the rock walls with 2.1 energy levels of ingenuity, and people flew halfway across the back of the heads of two shrub monsters - one foot down, and the upper body had set out the most standard offensive posture.

A cross cut.

Freya ‘ah’ shouted to find out how far she was from Brando and her talent was not remarkable, but the greatest pride was that she could do one thing harder and more focused than the average person; her swordsmanship in the Butch militia was not the first to say how good her swordsmanship talent was, because the average person rarely noticed Freya's sweat for it.

That's why Madden appreciated her and made her head of the militia.

But the foundation of her swordsmanship is just solid, but Brando is more like a thousand hammers, or "clean and clean" if one word is to be used.

One sword, one head down, no mistake at all.

The dead beast that lost its head created a circle of silver fire from the broken mouth and immediately fell to the ground as a group of firemen. And the other withered beast screams terribly, and a claw grows and waves - in fact, the withered beast claws are much longer than the average person sees, but they rarely show this before the attack, and many people drink and hate, but they can't fool Brando.

Just kidding. He's been in the game once. How could he fall into the same pit again?

So he had been guarding against this for a long time, and at this moment he raised his sword, and the claws of the shrub monster struck the thorn of the light, and a silver spark exploded. That withered beast screamed backwards and backwards, but how could Brando give up such a good opportunity to attack even though he was confused?

He fired an arrow forward, and the Pokémon Sword in his hand had drawn a striking silver line. In fact, this kind of robbery he did in the game without 10,000 or 8,000, very familiar. It's just that his physical attributes and skills are far from keeping up with this moment that makes him feel very uncomfortable, especially when the sword is coming out, and it's 18,000 miles away.

He thought that if he was an iron swordsman, he could easily escape his sword, but the withered beast larvae did not have that ability.

A sword through the throat.

The hot silver flame rises from both sides of the leaf-shaped blade, turning the withered beast into a pile of ash. At six o'clock, the golden light group danced in the night sky and blended into Brando's chest.

To be honest, 'purifying' has a huge effect on the dead, on the dark creatures than Brando imagines, but he's never seen anything like it in his game, and he can't compare it--

“Brando, you're so good!” Roman stayed for a while.

Freya couldn't speak, and she believed that Brando was a militia in Pragues. But at this moment, think about how this young man should lie to her. She's not a fool. How could a militia be so powerful?

However, neither she nor Roman's swordsmanship has yet begun. It is not clear that the true assessment of a swordsman's level is judged by the balance of speed, power and skill. In fact, Brando's speed and power are still far short. But to speak of skill alone - because of past experience, many junior swordsmen can barely do it without thinking about it.

But it doesn't really make any sense, because a lot of skills don't have the corresponding hierarchy of power support, which is actually just a shelf. It's like he just emptied out, which is actually taking advantage of the shriveled beast's ingenuity, and if he was facing someone else, he would never do it randomly.

Just kidding. Didn't you become a target in the air before you opened the ‘element’?

But Brando had no intention of enjoying the surprise of the two beautiful women, and he had noticed that more withered beasts had climbed up, and he hurried to give Freya and Roman a a gesture to keep them going up, while he had a subconscious look at the ashes of those two withered beasts. It's like an instinct in a game, and it's funny —— he just wants to see if he drops his gear.

But of course not.

Looks like it's still a little different than in the game. Didn't the Dead Beast basically drop 1-2 copper coins? He couldn't help shaking his head and grabbed the rock wall and climbed up.

The ingenuity of withered animal larvae is 1.2 energy levels, and while adults are far more powerful and physically fit than monsters of the same grade, ingenuity is lower than that of only two-thirds of larvae. And Brando's 2.1 energy level, Freya as a standard-trained militia, won't be any lower than the 1.2 energy level, and Roman is only slightly worse off of the three, but Brando and Freya aren't helping much slower.

So the three climbed along the sharp rock and gradually pulled the distance from the shrubbery monsters, who were invincible, persevering and fleeing for minutes.

At this time, the strength of her physique was reflected, and apart from Brando being able to live without a heartbeat, Freya had already started to have a little asthma. As for Roman, a little face was long as white as paper, but Brando said to carry her, and she died.

Brando couldn't help but look backwards, and those monsters hung about a few dozen meters from the back, and luckily their intelligence didn't support them enough to go forward and surround them, otherwise they wouldn't have had fun. But even then, there is no way, it is sooner or later to be caught up, and the three energy levels of withered animal larvae are higher than Brando's.

He couldn't help but look up at the cliff in the distance, fortunately, not far away.

At this time, Roman shouted out of breath: "Brando, look over there -! ”

Our master turned consciously, his eyes glanced, and he saw a giant withered beast, about three people tall, walking like a flying animal, touching out of a rock crevice and appearing in front of them.

Fuck me! Elite, this is the patrol leader! Brando would probably be happy to meet something like this in the game for half a day, but now all he has to do is curse his mother. This is an alienated version of the withered beast sharing the blood of the golden tree, and not only is it superior in body and strength, but it also has 1.7 energy levels of ingenuity.

“Freya, Roman, you go over to the cliff. There's a rope hook in the backpack, so just find a way to climb up and these low-level servants won't catch up for a while!” When he had the chance to take off his backpack and throw it to Roman on one side, there was only one man here, and of course he had to assume the responsibility after the break.

In games, although both male and female players are equal, as a basic cybercourtesy, most of the time a team is proactively tasked by a male role. So at this point Brando made the decision almost without thinking.

“I'm with you.” Freya said.

Brando glanced at her and saw the seriousness on the face of the future goddess of martial arts, knowing that she could not be persuaded to nod her head. But that's also what he really needs, at least Freya to be brilliant in this role, rather than Roman, who spent three days in militia training, lazy and willing to be a businessman.

“Roman, go, we're counting on you now. ”

“Yeah, Brando!” The businesswoman, of course, understood, nodded dead in Brando's backpack and turned to run in that direction.

The elite withered beasts came to them just a few leaps, while the distant withered herds were still about 40 metres away. Brando and Freya looked at each other and estimated that they had about thirty seconds to end the battle.

“The claws of this thing are three meters long, pay attention to its strike range, and we'll stand aside some. Besides, it shoots spines from the body, poisons it, injects it away from the front--"

Freya held the sword in her hand a little nervously, and she took a breath, although she didn't know why Brando knew about it. But also knowing that they will never lie to themselves, they try to keep themselves calm and nod their heads.

Brando shook his hand, a little stiff, and the previous paralysis toxin was beginning to work. He opened the panel and found that he had lost 0.1 energy levels. But he couldn't help but look at the elite shriveler and mourn. The elite withered beast in the game, as patrol chief, only loses money, more than a dozen silver coins.

Before you think about it, it doesn't seem impossible.

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