The Amber Sword

One sword flattened, the hosts did not stop.

What kind of momentum is this?

Isn't it just Sassar the Black Knight, and the militias and mercenaries in the distance who look at it like it's still human? So is the legendary Knight of the Sacred Church? Humans who were already in a rhythm of aggression shouted and boosted their morale. Almost three or four times as much fighting power was to erupt at a time, pushing the dead spirit backwards and flat.

When Sassar saw the scene, he knew he was powerless to return to heaven, but the dark and arrogant blood in his body prevented him from admitting defeat--

What an army, dressed as nothing more than a miscellaneous army; a militia, not even a militia, but a makeshift army of frightened refugees. But it has an impressive cadre of cadres and commanders, and Sassar can't help but wonder who they really are.

Where are they from?

Since Eru is nothing more than a dying kingdom, how could the rising Madara fail in the hands of such an army, a nation that should be dusted by history - even if its own subjects have lost their reason to fight for the land, let alone Sassar's belief that they should accept failures from the other side.

The Black Knight pulled out his sword and the soul fire in his chest couldn't help but burn. He immediately turned around and pulled a slightly higher ranking corpse witch around him, pointing out Brando's location and ordering him to assault each other with a spiritual penetration.

Then he patted himself on the horse's neck and let it start running away with three black samurai guards to face each other with a piece of bone skeleton in front. Sassar is convinced that even if he struggles under the insurgency, he does not have the chance to kill each other in the rebels - he wants his own glory back.

This is the pride of Madara and the pride of the Dark Nobility.

But at the same time, Brando discovered what was happening here, pointing a finger at Charles around him, and the young wizard immediately shot a white light from his hand at Sassar's corpse's deputy in action. But Charles didn't expect his spell to pop off to both sides after hitting the rib in front of the corpse's chest, and then the smoke dissipated.

Charles is too low.

Brando immediately realized that one of the resistance effects of the spell was clear, and he frowned. As he was chopping off a sword and tearing the heads of several skeleton soldiers to the other side, he was doomed not to harvest it, but Brando reacted quickly with his left hand raised ——

A bright sky-blue triangle appeared in his palm.

The psychic puncture of the Corpse Witch's deputy has come out of hand, while Brando injects three Wind Element Crystals into his Element Pool and displays the Wind Magic Card - Energy Loss.

The heavenly blue card set symbolizes the power of the wind, the wind is flexible and variable, the spell is mysterious, preemptive and surprisingly victorious, and the wind system fate card has similar power -

Transparent, sharply serrated spiritual ripples, like a sharp knife, had just been fired from the forehead of a corpse witch, and it immediately crossed half the battlefield and headed straight for Brando's pedestrians, but immediately stagnated in the center of the battlefield - that scene was so bizarre, as if time had stagnated for a moment - and then flexed back like a storm, causing a series of 'pungent’, 'pungent’, ‘pungent’, and 'pungent’ along the way, the dried heads of countless dead creatures burst apart.

The corpse witch, who lost his head, swayed at the bone battle and fell over.

Magic Martial Dual Cultivation!

The less knowledgeable mercenaries were okay, and Leto, Mano, Barthom and Volonta were barely scared to throw the sword out of their hands. It seems to them that Brando, as a young man with medium strength in black iron under the age of twenty, a brilliant genius leader and a learned genius, is a rare genius.

But now they see him as a wizard, or at least a middle- and lower-ranking corpse witch!

Is the other person a rare revelator?

Sassar only felt a chill in his heart, he was not afraid, the dead were doomed not to feel the real feeling of fear, but he was a little shaken up - he didn't know who the young man was, he had the Pokémon sword, he had martial arts, he commanded steadily and calmly - how could such a man not be named in Eruin?

He hesitated to say that the two black samurai had crossed his path to kill Brando. But that young man's face didn't change color, and in a flash, he bombarded the two-handed sword in the hands of the first black samurai -- as if the black samurai's five energy levels as a Class 20 immortal creature were false.

Then he raised his sword high and cut a sword between the black samurai's shoulder armor and his neck. The Pokémon sword went up and down as if it were a silver, vertical line. Bombardment directly knocked the black samurai with a horse to the ground.

Brando turned around and punched the second Black Warrior's sword with his opposite hand and swung it aside, then clamped his feet so that the horse could move forward and grab the other sword handle - one more sword in his right hand and pull the dead spirit off the horse's back.

He squinted his eyes and saw the damage of the -72 rising from the head of the Black Warrior. He couldn't help but think that the Spike of Light was incredibly high against the Dark Creature. It's just that these numbers are projected onto the retina, and it still makes him feel a little weird.

Sometimes he wondered if someone had installed a microcomputer in his brain while he was crossing, which, of course, was just a joke.

Brando threw away the black warrior who had burned from the inner bear and stood up to meet Sassar's third best friend, who handed him a sword and then chopped him off the horse's back.

‘Wow’ sounded, Brando saw his sword high and carrying a silver-grey necklace when the Black Warrior fell on his horse. He quickly grabbed it with his hand and was surprised to find it to be a +0.3 strength eater necklace.

In fact, Brando is a little strange so far, and the secondary demon equipment in the game should be similar to the whiteboard equipment. Even the captain's NPC should have at least one, but so far he's seen Roman's spider ring, a quick sword, and this ghost necklace--

In fact, the rarity is usually used to distinguish between magic equipment in games, and the black iron label indicates rarity (alchemy), also known as a secondary magic item.

Bronze label (microlight), or so-called low magic item.

The brass label (magic), this level is a true magic object, like Brando's Wind Rear Ring, Freya's Flame Ring, which has a distinct characteristic of having at least one inspiring magic power.

Silver label (ancient), this level is a rare magical object, an example is Brando's Spike of Light, a type of magical object whose power can, to some extent, even alter the strong and weak contrast between forces, already belonging to the treasure level.

Gold label (fantasy), this level of magic must be something that preaches a song or fantasy of a bard. But even though there are many legends in a country's history, there are only a few things that can truly be mastered ——

The label of dark gold (myth), the true symbol of this level of magic is actually ‘mysterious’, the true ‘rare equipment' - Brando's insights have only been seen in the hands of the core members of a few Grand Guilds, of course, a piece of equipment labeled 'mysterious’ in the game is often a symbol of identity.

And as for artifacts, most of them are in the hands of legendary powerhouses, except for mercury wands and a few ancient lost items numbered, which are either the lords of a nation or simply gods in heaven. For example, St. Osor's national treasure ring 'Breath After the Wind' (the Wind After the Ring), or the holy gun 'Blue' of the Dragon of the Heaven.

But in fact, in addition to the perverted things above, the low magic objects of 'microlight' and the sub-magic objects of ‘alchemy’ are still very common in games, and Warnde, as a world of high demons, magic is not really as mysterious as some people imagine it to be.

But when he came to the world and fought with Madara for so long, he didn't see a few pieces. If he hadn't been disappointed by the harvest in Gijende's tomb, he really wondered whether there was a difference between reality and the game.

But today this black samurai dropped his ghost necklace to make him feel a little more relaxed, apparently because the Goran-Elson area had become more remote in the poor countryside.

But he was stunned, a dark sword slanted at him, Brando shocked, unconsciously sidestepped aside and had seen the Black Knight horse come to his side.

Young people had to look around, the other side was gone, even the guards were dead and wounded - but they still didn't turn around or surrender with their swords on their hands, so they wanted to challenge themselves?

He had to stand still.

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Freya pressed her hand against the wound on her waist and couldn't help but wrinkle her eyebrows. But this ponytail girl had a strange heart. She felt that she was more concerned about the damage to her armor after the wind. She thought about it and convinced herself that this armor was too expensive.

The militia is pushing the defenceless skeleton soldiers into the valley on one side, and Brando's orders are not to release a dead spirit, which in fact does not seem to require him to say, and the citizens and soldiers who have been frightened overnight will do so consciously and voluntarily.

It is only necessary that she, along with the other backbones, maintain the order of the pursuit so that they do not become too confused and injure their own people.

Freya caught up on a horse and walked past a piece of gravel beach and saw a broken skeleton soldier climbing up from the ground. She was about to go up and make up a sword, but saw a human wind rush down like a shadow and cut down the skeleton.

The man stopped, but Sue was wearing a leather skirt.

“Sue?”

The bronze-skinned girl walked over and looked at her with concern, whispering, “Freya, are you hurt? ”

“I'm fine. Have you seen Brando?” Freya turned around and found herself chasing the other side of the canyon with the militia.

“Him? The guy who doesn't even dare to accept the knight challenge, why do you care so much about him?” Sue thought about it, answered.

“Knight challenge?” The long horse tail of a female knight.

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Don't do this, TAT... I don't ask for votes.

Orz, they threw out hundreds more tickets all at once.

It was a terrible day, so let's use the tickets to soothe my broken heart.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)