The Amber Sword

In the darkness for a moment around the--

The ladies screamed instantly. Brando and the cripple had no time to look around and had drawn their swords from under the cape. Barthom and Charles reacted only slowly, with the Redbearded mercenary removing a giant sword with a wide palm of his chin from behind, one hand pressing the shoulder of a limp not far away - afraid of this guy playing tricks, and then shielding the lady in the middle, left and right, with the young wizard apprentice.

The lame groaned softly, apparently not concerned.

After the ladies panicked, the men's voices of anger and doubt rang from all around them.

On the contrary, it appeared more silent in the lobby on the first floor, as most of them sat on experienced adventurers or mercenaries who had experienced multiple battles enough to settle down so that the unrest did not spread further.

“Brando, is something wrong?” The merchant lady's voice asks curiously in the dark, but there is no sense of fear in the voice.

Antitina sat behind her and grabbed her skirt on her knees nervously, her fingertips all white. But she closed her bright eyes and did not show the fear in her heart.

“Shh -” Brando said, "he has seen some furry young men not far away, little nobles lighting matches, or luminous gems on canes.

But some of the light went off again.

Primary light spells are not uncommon in the lives of ordinary people in Warnde, and even in some major cities, street lights on both sides of the street are made up of crystals that enchant light spells.

A limp has a shiny ring, but he's not in a hurry to polish it. Raising a light source in the darkness can only be a visible target.

But sometimes things go against your will.

At a time when Brando and the lame were not in danger around the guard, the young man's sword flashed slightly, and he looked at the long sword in his hand with a glow of spectre.

At first, the light was like a layer of fluorescence attached to the blade, but the next moment, the light appeared, and the light emitted on the sword was white --

With this bright light, Brando and the lame didn't have time to be surprised to see four uninterrupted guests in cloaks rushing down the narrow aisle between the rows of seats, heading their way.

Their hands were stuck under the cape, and that move was clearly holding the weapon underneath.

Enemy is not friends.

“Brando!” Batom has shouted out in the back.

Brando didn't say a word and raised his left hand resolutely, shooting a series of crossbows under his cuff facing each other, immediately nailed to the cloak monster in charge.

The all-steel crossbow had a huge impact at such a close distance that when the head cloak weirdo moaned and fell on his back, he rolled back, his companions moved away from both sides and looked up in this direction towards Brando.

And Brando happened to see a pair of burning orange red flames hidden deep under their hood.

“It's the Dead Spirit...” He stumbled. How did these damn things show up in this place, and at this time? But he was no longer allowed to think that three cloak geeks had been buried under the cloak with their hands stretched out - a dry, armored hand - holding a single-handed sickle.

Brando doesn't really know if that weird weapon should be called a sickle, because it looks more like a snowy, semi-ring starfish, but the barbs and sharp edges on it make one guess that it's obviously not as simple as an ornament.

The curse had only a faint effect on the dead, so young people gave up their intention to waste the cursed crossbow in an instant. He pulled Little Romana behind him while retreating between Barthom and the cripple.

But the three cloak geeks had lifted up and rushed in front of them, apparently targeting Brando - the three single sickles waved at him without any hesitation.

Brando raised his sword ‘when’ he held one of the cloak geeks' sickles, and the tremendous force on the sword almost knocked him back three or four steps, almost knocking the back seat down.

Little Roman screamed, but had been dragged over by Antina over there. The nobleman grabbed the businesswoman and climbed in the opposite direction as she lay low on the ground.

She was extremely nervous, but her brain understood it as if it was a subconscious move.

Batom also stretched his sword from behind to block a cloak freak, but he groaned and obviously felt uncomfortable.

“Black iron upstream strength.” Redbeard mercenaries scream.

“Spirit figurine!” Brando also recognized the opponent at this time.

Spiritual figurines are a kind of puppet creature, but only evil creatures that are created by a dead wizard who injects the soul of a samurai into an empty armor. Grades 31-33 figurines are the dominant force in the game for the Maddala Second Line Legion, but agile and breathless, they have another identity ——

Madara's assassin.

Brando felt and was facing that figurine, at least in the rank of captain, and his strength was approaching that of silver. This is not a great player in Madara's second-line regiment, but it is also an elite force in the immortal army of Instarone, opposite Pragues.

They're after him?

Brando was a little confused for a while, but the latent figurines in the lobby had begun to attack, and the panicked roar of the attacked mercenary, adventurer, broke out for a moment.

And Brando felt less powerful than the other person, so he simply shrunk back and pulled up the chair and smashed it over the other person. The figurine captain waved the magical single sickle backwards - the chair broke apart. But young people have used this opportunity to stab the heart part of it - the core of the soul fire of the figurine.

The warrior captain shouted a dull roar and quickly grabbed Brando's fairy sword. The silver-white flame immediately rose between its fingers, and the purifying fire burst deep into the soul and bone marrow, causing the dead spirit to scream immediately.

Instead of letting go, however, it swung a sickle towards Brando's arm.

“Good guy -” Brando bit his teeth, not that he hadn't dealt with the figurines in "The Sword of Amber". But that's a very advanced thing to come, but he was impressed even if he didn't fear death - so Captain Spiritual felt bad when he grabbed the ray of light in his hand.

He immediately unwrapped his hand and backed away from his opponent's almost certain knife.

At such close proximity, Brando lost almost all means of attack, and the wind ring was usable - but he could hardly guarantee not to hurt Roman and Antitina on one side.

The Sword card doesn't have enough local elements to pay for and the energy drain is useless. The Windy Spider can be used, but at this distance, just before he summons the Windy Spider, the other party has already unloaded him.

Hesitation is just a moment.

Brando immediately buried his low center of gravity and suddenly jumped forward, clutching his hands against each other's waist and crashing down, and the figurine captain stood still. Back to back with Brando, they slammed and knocked over three rows of chairs. Brando felt nothing but pain as if he were going to break apart, but his head was clear and he immediately climbed up with Captain Spiritual.

Captain Psychic went to catch his own single sickle.

Brando immediately held the Elf Sword in his hand.

Captain Terracotta seemed to struggle to get up and regain control of his initiative, but Brando was faster than it was, and he activated his assault skills and hit the dead man in the chest. Ten times faster is terrible, and the empty armor almost immediately flies in the opposite direction - but even so, Captain Spiritual, with close silver power, slanted Brando's shoulder against a sickle at the last minute.

“The trees are tough!” Brando shouted in his heart. His epidermis was rapidly wooded, but before that, Captain Spiritual's sickle had broken through a faint blue light around his body - the magical protection provided by the conflict halo - and then cut deep into his wooded epidermis.

Blood dance for a while.

Brando doesn't scream when he bites his teeth off, but he also sweats cold in the forehead. He pulled out the sickle and threw it onto the ground, then watched the warrior captain fall into the crowd, afraid to be lazy, and immediately pulled the Windy Spider Card out of his arms.

“Presentation, Destiny Card - Windy Spider. ”

A row of attributes is immediately projected onto his retina:

Windy Spider, 8 Points of Life, 4 Points of Mana, Power 1.9, Smart 2.7, Physical 1.0, the last three attributes are ‘—', the attack method is phagocytosis (base damage 1-1), the special ability is Idiopathy.

Idiotropic biological attacks typically cause only one third of the damage, making it difficult to kill a spider with a single blow from a lost warrior captain. And Brando realized that it wasn't just a windy spider that they had to face.

It's fifteen.

He pointed forward, fifteen large and small blue swirls immediately appeared behind him. A spider made up of a tornado with its head stretched out of its claws and half of its body was immediately ejected from the vortex, and these little things were like a green light - just a few turns on the ground to the captain of the Terracotta who had just stood up.

A windy spider possesses nearly two energy levels, and the power of fifteen spiders, though not simply cumulative, is enough to thwart the action of a warrior captain who is only close to silver.

They hang on it and bite desperately. Captain Spiritual screamed angrily, pulling these spiders out of his body and throwing them to the ground, but his actions seemed futile. Because Brando has seized this opportunity.

When Captain Lingxiao was distracted by the windy spider, he rushed up a sword and stabbed it into the other's chest. At the last minute, the dreaded spirit tried to resist, but the action he walked through because of the spider's pull was so flawed in Brando's eyes.

A sword in the heart.

The spiritual figurine captain shouted unwillingly, causing the heavy wounds in the critical area to cause almost four times the killing power of the purifying fire on the Spike of Light instantly. Brando watched as the spirit swayed into a pile of grey black armor wreckage in pure flame.

Get 700 points of experience.

He turned around and saw Barthom, Charles and the cripples backing in tandem under the attack of two figurines, while Antittina had dragged Roman into another direction.

Then there was a loud noise above the auction hall--

Brando raised his head and saw a dark shadow fall from the upper compartment, plunging into the ground. It was quiet in that direction for a moment, and then a scream sounded.

“Sir Rosale! ”

“Martha is on, Mr. Rosale, Deputy Chief of the Order Cavalry! ”

“They killed him! ”

Brando hears a tight heart here, and it doesn't look like these damn armor shelves are coming at themselves completely. What does Installon want to do when he wants to attack Prague's top executives? This has not been documented in history.

He was wondering, and suddenly he saw the door on the ‘theatre' side of the trapezoidal upward, and suddenly the door was brushed open -- five doors in total, a row of snow-white bone skeletons coming out behind the door with bows and arrows.

Young people's pupils shrunk in an instant.

So many dead spirits? What's the auction house manager doing? What's with the security cavalry? What's with the Silver Wing Cavalry and the Guard?

How did they get in here?

Brando wanted to curse her at this moment.

Tragically, because one small bowl of porridge per meal was too painful, I couldn't help but eat one squid silk and some dry rice today, and it started to rebel again. I don't know if it's squid silk or dry rice. Life is better than death. Everyone must pay attention to health problems.

In distress, today is the chapter, ask for understanding.

Also asking for tickets, shameless = __ =) (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)