The Amber Sword

On his way back to the refugee corps, Brando learned that Tama had been looking for him since he woke up from a coma to thank him for his rescue last night. And when he saw Brando and Charles, and the rider, leaving the refugee corps, he followed him all the way, unexpectedly bumping into Brando and banning him.

But Brando wasn't worried that Tama would turn to the Temple of Fire to report herself. On the one hand, he felt that this hard-ass middle-aged man didn't look like that, and on the other, Tama couldn't prove it.

What Brando didn't know was that he was surprised by Tamar's identity, but that he was just as mysterious as anyone else. The elderly man in the Blood Magic Array had only seen descriptions in some of the sheepskin literature, and in fact he didn't even know how to do it - at the time he inferred that he was using it only on the basis of the Fall backphage effect that Brando might have been exposed to.

But it has to be said that, even so, he was right that such acumen and talent are not something that ordinary people can possess.

But Tamar has no prejudice about the prohibition itself. Now, which one of the nobles is not forbidden? The Temple of Fire also strictly prohibits the trafficking and smuggling of slaves, but the dirty business in the border area has not yet prospered as well, even with the involvement of clergy in some places.

In contrast, he now wants to discuss his alchemy skills with this young nobleman, and this middle-aged man thinks and thinks and asks, “My lord, what do you want to make? ”

Brando couldn't help but float when he thought of the future master of alchemy calling himself the Lord: "I need to synthesize a bunch of soul crystals, materials that are the wreckage of advanced dead spirits, and I'm going to use them to make a soul statue. ”

In fact, what he's going to do is a statue of the soul (white deer), which is a relatively simple one in the statue of the soul, which can summon the soul of a white stag - in the ancient legend of Warnd, the white stag inhabits an ancient oak grove, and the quiet sun spills over the island in the middle of this little forest, symbolizing the resting place of the soul - so the white deer is very sensitive to the soul, and Brando uses it to smell ghosts hidden in the spirit world.

That could be the first medium rank dead soldier they're about to encounter, the most horrific killer of dead wizards in the night, and the eyeliner.

“Soul statue?” Tama can't help but think that the soul statue is just a simple alchemy product, and the only difficulty in obtaining the material is the difficulty. This middle-aged alchemist can hardly imagine Brando practicing a soul statue with a banned technique?

“Mr. Tamar, you don't have to wonder, it's actually because you don't have the alchemy tools…” Brando answered, looking through the other person's doubts.

Tama almost fell to the ground, and blood-producing techniques were documented as powerful, one of the major reasons why they were called forbidden was because they could be carried out on the battlefield by quick, simple means, with unparalleled advantages of alchemy in general. But blood refinement activates the advanced law matrix, and the repercussions on one's body are frightening.

In the past, the battle between the Light Camp and the Dark Kingdom was not won without the alchemist sacrificing his own blood magic array to summon powerful artifact creatures to defeat - but all in all, the core of this technique was sacrifice, which was totally contrary to the general teachings of light, and was therefore classified as forbidden.

But now this young aristocratic youth actually uses it as a substitute for 'alchemy tools'. After all, a professional alchemist loses his life and has to carry the tools with him, right?

“This, my lord. In fact, I also have tools at my disposal, if you don't mind using mine, Blood Magic Array, a forbidden technique that greatly damages my body, should be used less.” Tama reacted for half a day, "he said.

“Of course I don't mind, that's bothering you -” There are alchemy tools available that Brando can use, of course, not to bleed himself silly. Holy water number 5 is not as powerful as holy water number 7, but it is also a precious medicine that can save lives at a critical time.

Brando was in a good mood to reduce the cost of alchemy and surprisingly harvest a future alchemist. For the first time in a day, he felt relieved so that he could easily walk with Charles and Tama to discuss alchemy techniques.

As a wizard apprentice, Charles has not really mastered alchemy skills, but none of the highland wizard mentors in the Karasou Heights Tower are alchemy masters, and his familiarity with them is remarkable.

And Brando, with his level 5 alchemy knowledge, could easily get the title of a first-level professional alchemist even if he took the formal Alchemy Examination for Eruin; he was more like an alchemist than Tama wandering outside the door at this time, to be honest.

Tama benefited greatly from the discussions with them, but Brando was also surprised that this middle-aged man had some day-to-day ideas. He knew that the other side lacked an opportunity and an external environment, otherwise one day he would become the legendary master.

Alchemy, after all, is an incredibly expensive technique: like these intermediate corpse witch teeth he used before, every one on the black market or on the witch market has to be sold to over 300 Torr.

Thirty pieces to create a simple white deer statue.

While the three were discussing it, Brando saw Freya faintly walking along a long line of refugees. What's going on here? He was stunned, he couldn't help but walk over and reach out and shook his hand in front of the other side. No response, Brando had to slap the other side of his brain--

Freya woke up in a shock: "You, what are you doing?” She saw Brando and couldn't help but give him a teeth-cutting look: "Brando! Where have you been? There are so many people here, I can't even get busy! ”

Her voice was getting smaller and smaller, not as if she was complaining, but as if she was grieving. Brando had asked her to lead the refugees, and she had done her best, but as the number of refugees had grown since that day, she had almost felt a sense of solidarity. In fact, like Brando, she hasn't closed her eyes once in days. And compared to Brando, she's under a lot of pressure.

Charles and Tama saw Brando and Freya talking and took a very tacit step back before continuing with the previous discussion. As for what happened between this young man and this young girl with long ponytails, they just pretended not to see it.

The so-called bystanders were clear, and Brando was completely unaware of Freya's special dependence on herself - while the young wizard was never interested in the play. As for Tama, the honest middle-aged alchemist thought the young nobleman's fiancée.

“You haven't slept yet? ”

“So many people, how can there be time. Brando, you know, it looks like the White Swordsmen have been crushed. We just received a lot of soldiers who have retreated from the Tsim Rock Valley. Many people are said to be dead...”

Freya rubbed red eyes like rabbits and said somewhat dissatisfied.

Brando was stunned, and the silly girl couldn't have just wrapped everything up by herself. He couldn't help but hold his forehead: “You don't want someone to dry it all out, do you? ”

“So, what do we do?” Freya stared at him.

“Aren't there Uncle Retto, Uncle Mano and them? I can't. Why don't you raise a few people from the refugees, empower them, and let them help you?” Brando thinks this ponytail girl is such a muscle.

“Ah, you, why didn't you say so? ”

Brando knocked on her forehead: "It doesn't matter to me, it's because you're so stupid. ”

Freya's face turned red and pushed his hand away: “Me and I'll talk to you later ——” She turned around like a fire and left behind only one wind and fire. Brando saw the ponytail up and down behind him and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

“What do you say?” As soon as Freya left, Charles followed with a smile from behind.

Brando picked up the bag and stunned: “What do you say? ”

“Freya, nice girl, nice heart, serious and cute. Can't you see, Lord, she actually likes you.” The young magician replied.

Brando had just poured a sip of water on his back, which would have been unbearable to burst out.

“What did you say? ”

“I say, Miss Roman and Miss Freya —— this is a big problem, Lord. ”

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Brando spent the entire afternoon sculpting a suitable container, because after all it was the first alchemy, he had to complete the white stag base on his own at first, but Brando quickly discovered the gap between dreams and reality after killing off several cold-fir trees.

One of his best finished pieces looks more like a radish than a stag. Most professional alchemists should actually be skilled at craftsmanship, tailoring, painting and even forging - except, of course, for Brando's half-hung.

As you walk out of the carriage, the time is approaching evening and the sun gradually sinks into the westerly, undulating mountains. The aftermath of the sunset coats the mountains with a beautiful layer of bronze and the tip of a cold cedar forest gleams like gold powder in the distance.

Brando, holding the carriage with one hand, watching the evening summer in the sky, couldn't help but think that if you went west in that direction, you would eventually encounter a mountain reaching into the clouds - the Caranga Mountains, the mighty mountains continue to wind west, forming a peninsula in the sea during the month of death.

He remembers that his first team adventure on a long journey in the game was to march along the forest and eventually reach the eastern shore of the sea within the month of his death.

This is the world, so real in front of him.

After leaving the carriage, Brando spent a little time looking for Roman, but he hasn't found the future. The businesswoman went there again. In fact, businesswoman has been carrying out ‘her own adventures' all day, most of the time you can't see her.

The lady seemed to be infinitely energetic and always helped a lot in the refugee corps. In fact, her enthusiasm had earned her reputation among the refugees. Brando walked all the way to hear the escapees talking about 'the lady' or ‘what about the lady' ——

The last time he looked at the sky, it had begun to darken.

At about 7: 30, Brando ordered the refugee squad to stop in the depths of a valley, where the light was darker and the shadows and visions of the mountain walls on both sides made it impossible to see what seemed to be hidden under that shadow. When the mountains start to fog, accompanied by the sounds of distant nightingales, it's creepy--

But Brando knew that it was only in such a place that the vision of Madara's skeletal vultures could be avoided. By night, it's time for ghosts to come out.

After settling the refugees, Brando sent the militia to the nearby hillsides to cut wood, and he asked them to produce simple spears in a short period of time to supplement those newly recruited.

His core strength, headed by the security cavalry, Mano and others, has now expanded to more than fifty. The number of mercenaries and light white beard infantry he had received since that day, combined with militias recruited from refugees, could have doubled.

So now he has no shortage of men, no shortage of weapons, the militia or three people sharing a sword, which reminds him of his world's revolutionary ancestors.

On the other hand, Brando asked Charles to bring together some of the leaders he had, such as Rhetto, Mano, Yulir and the new Batom who joined us today - each representing a small circle of his men, and he had to explain to them what he had to do tonight in order not to make a mistake.

At eight o'clock, the last glimmer of light sank beneath the horizon, and the twelve stars of the Witch Throne first floated in the eastern sky ——

Brando and these people stood at the top of the valley, and as he watched the refugees in the valley below set up the camp, he said, "As you can see during the day, the White House Corps and most of the refugees in the Spikestone Valley have certainly heard from most of you. Madara's tactical intentions are not just to drive us away, but rather to kill us so that the news of the fall of Riedenberg reaches Van Mir as late as possible."

“What shall we do, my lord? At this time, the army of the dead has outnumbered us by far, and our riders say that they see a huge sea of skeletons in the west, and they move slowly during the day, but they can roam the mountains at night.” Mano looked up and asked.

“And zombies.” Another added.

“Of course there is, but it is impossible to expect to escape. Because of the failure of Luc Besson, ‘Dead Maggots' and most of Kabbas' elites have circled before us, and we have to find a way off the other side.” Brando replied, "So have you heard of the remains of the saints? ”

Everybody's a jerk.

(PS. = __ = Monthly ticket falls to third, as if nothing can stop it from slipping to fourth.

The update is pretty powerful, classmates. Call for backup. Watching the ranks fall, my heart is dripping blood.

But I feel so cold today, my hands and feet are freezing.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)