The Amber Sword

When the giant red falls, the wood collapses and the debris flies around. Brando's hand blocked his face forward and saw a giant skull, almost three people tall and dressed in bloody armor, standing up in the dust - with a giant crusader helmet with a pyro-red Hydra pattern on it, and Brando poured a sip of air.

This is Madara's General Guard, crusader.

Brando just felt numb on his scalp, like he'd been thrown a basin of cold water from head to foot, and his heart had gotten cold, not to mention the mood for some of the water to touch the fish - not at all at this point.

He almost didn't say anything in his breath - but coughed and didn't dare hesitate at all, and immediately said to the person behind him: "Back off, back off, get out of here, come with me -!” His voice was rarely harsh, and he had never been so nervous even in the face of the Army of the Dead.

If he could, he would almost curse. Braggs, what the hell are those bastard guards doing? Why don't they just open the city and surrender?

There may be some confusion between Barthom and Antina, but Brando knows exactly what the Crusaders are. In this place, I'm afraid it's not too much to say it's Death. Because it's not just a dead creature, it's not even a dead spirit evoked by a dead wizard. It's a nesting creature. Madara has only a few categories of superior ground, one of the physical spirits, and their equivalent, the physical spirits, in fact, are only flesh puppets and black knights.

It's the advanced spirit of death.

Silver midstream strength.

When Brando saw the crusader, it seemed that he had not returned to God from the impact of falling at high altitude for a while. He wanted nothing and immediately dragged the others to the left. There's a little door underneath that table that leads backstage, and that's what they're after.

Batom and Charles were also quick to react, and the long-suffering mercenary felt that desperate smell in the hands of the Crusaders in the first place. It was a murderous smell, and only an old war-torn man like him could taste it. This giant skeleton with a flaming armor and a giant axe was definitely not a mess.

A walker quickly passed under the table, but the bad news is that the spirit finally stood up, and the only enemy around it seemed to be their walker.

Brando pushed Antina and Roman through the door, then Charles and Barthom, and he looked back. The two red soul fires in the orbit of the monster's black hole have locked them up, lifting their axes, shaking them up from the platform and making a squeaky sound.

“Brando?” Roman is a little confused.

“Don't talk, you listen to me.” Brando walks right into the door and then closes it tightly - fortunately, it's a thick, pure iron door for them to have plenty of time to support, not knowing if it's for defensive offense purposes.

“Is that thing good? What do we do?" Barthom asked.

Brando calmed down and said, “I think I might have a way.” He said as he kept calmly releasing the fine spider, letting these little things climb out along the cracks in the room. He had an abdominal draft in his mind for a moment, but he hesitated a little, wasn't that too dangerous?

His biggest expectation was that the monster had better find someone else, after all there were so many people in the lobby that it couldn't go after them.

But before he could finish thinking about it, the iron door shook suddenly, and the huge power of the response from the door pushed him forward. Others were horrified that Batom and Charles rushed up to hold the door. Brando also climbed up from the ground and returned to his place, at a moment when he finally gave up all his luck and made up his mind to say:

“There is only one way. You run first, split up. I'll hold this guy off. ”

“Brando!” For the first time, Roman saw a young man with that unfinished look on his heart, and the excitement of adventure was washed away like water - her fears were the same as they were when she was in Butch's old house, and the businesswoman wanted to stay with Brando to face her strong enemies, but this time the young man asked her to go first.

It's not her fight.

Brando knew that the Crusaders possessed nearly 47 levels of power, and that it was by no means Batom and Charles who could resist. Letting them deal with this monster is estimated to be only a second's worth of killing, and Charles is okay, at best it's been a while since he could use a highland attendant card, but he can't afford to lose one of Batom, Cripple, Antina and Little Roman.

He had figured it out for a moment that only he could draw on his familiarity with the terrible monster and seek an opportunity to escape. But he just turned around —— two red soul fires in the orbit of a black hole that have locked up a huge crew of monsters with little certainty in their hearts —— after all, a monster close to the power of silver midstream, not the power of Captain Spiritual and the Alberton of this era that hasn't yet reached silver or beginner silver ranks.

Brando didn't want to give up Barthom and the lame, even Antina, and let his nominal subordinates buy him time. He's perfectly capable of doing this, because they're not familiar with this horrible dead creature except him, and sometimes a little mistake in judgment can change a lot of things.

In fact, that thought flashed through his mind, but the young man almost rejected the tempting idea in the cold war. He couldn't tolerate what he would do, or even think about it, making him chill, and he thought that if he could break his promise to give up Barthom, to give up the cripples, even Antina, then one day he could give up more people.

Freya, Roman, Her Royal Highness the Princess and everything he insisted on, became a monster just for himself, cold-blooded.

Brando shook his head and threw this cold thought out of his mind —— just for a moment, he was sweating like he was going through a celestial battle, and he said, "Run, split up. I'll hold this guy off. ”

Barthom paused: "My lord, you are a lord. How can we abandon you?” This burning red beard, some good at color observation, skilled mercenaries have completely replaced themselves in the role of minister at this moment. He didn't even realize it himself, naturally.

“Lord, this is the General Guard of Madara's Undead, you are not its opponent, let me buy you some time.” Charles pressed his hand against his chest and replied seriously.

“Do you know it?” Brando was stunned.

“Brando,” Antitina pulled her hand out of Batom's hand, and she turned back and asked seriously, "We don't need you to be a hero, we put our ideals on you, at least we want you to think about your commitment to a weak woman! ”

“What are you talking about, Antina?” Batom grabbed the girl's shoulder and got angry.

But the second shock soon arrived, and all three felt that terrible force at the door this time. Brando realized that time was running out, and he shook his sword to the back and said, "When's the man's battle time for a woman to intervene, Batom, take her down. ”

“Mr. Brando, you.” Antitina was stunned, but she took a breath, as if suddenly she understood what Brando meant. She paused and took a complex look at the knight.

“Brando, what about me?” Roman blinked and asked.

“Aren't you a woman?” Brando did not return in good spirits.

“Oh--” Little Roman was a little disappointed.

Since it was an order, Barthom had no room for disobedience, and he had to nod his head and take Antina and Roman off the other side of the table. He turned around and had seen a hidden small door behind the veil, with most underground auctions having such an emergency passageway leading directly to the showroom - sometimes a manual or magically powered lift - to facilitate the movement of cargo, on the one hand, and to counter possible inventories, on the other.

Of course, the probability of the latter occurring is almost less than zero.

At the same time, Brando was relieved. If he dared to say in "Amber Sword" that a woman should not participate in the war, the schoolsister and leader who had always taken him with him would surely beat him to the head of a pig, but suddenly, he himself became a competent leader. And the old players and seniors who walked with him through the storm, one by one, left him to fight alone.

It's the same in games, and it's the same here.

Brando had a red figure like Roman, Freya, a subordinate like Barthom and Retto, and a brilliant Antina as his staff. But I can't help but feel lonely, and I'm afraid no one will understand why he's working so hard...

He looked back at Charles.

The sorcerer apprentice still looked firmly at him, and he replied, "Lord, you know who I am, and in a sense your security is more important than my life. Because even if I disappear, as long as your lord is alive, then I have the possibility to reappear. On the contrary, it means nothing to me. ”

“You convinced me," Brando nodded. “In that case, stay. ”

The door finally clicked open a mouth - a blood-red axe sticking out a blade tip from behind the door - and the door shook violently, bouncing Charles and Brando back against the door. But this time they stopped, and Brando waved to Charles and shouted, "Come on, let's go to the other side.” Go ahead, he stood up and dragged his obedience, looked back, and then walked towards the other door.

The Crusaders finally broke in with one more axe. It came in low, just ready to look around, and a white light had struck its head - the magic instantly disintegrating - and the terrible spirit turned its head and immediately saw Charles and Brando on one side, and in fact the young sorcerer apprentice maintained his gesture.

“Over here, you brainless ghost.” Brando mocked.

The bloody skull growled and chased this way immediately. It stood up straight and the wooden stone ceiling was smashed into pieces like tofu, and the Crusaders had 22 energy levels of ingenuity, which made them look huge and clumsy, but actually fast. As soon as it moves, with the crackling sound of 'clicking', the huge body is in front of Brando.

But Brando understood this earlier, so as soon as he saw that Charles' attack was ineffective, he dragged the latter one by one, rolling sideways behind that door. They had just escaped, and the Crusaders had smashed the door frame - the monster had stepped on the stone chip and walked into the house, seeing Brando and Charles already climbed up on the other side.

Brando stood up gasping, but was no longer as nervous as he was when Butch escaped - instead, he felt a clear moment in his heart. He knows that neither he nor Charles can do any harm to this high spirit, but he is not lifeless. At least he knew he had two paths to go - the first was to persevere until the Silver Wing Cavalry arrived, and the Silver Wing Cavalry Commander, though a dog-walker for all things to return to, could not speak with Madara. Besides, as a knight of the golden downstream power, it's easy to deal with this monster.

You don't even need him personally, Silver Winged Cavalry as the elite of the White Beard Corps, the squadron leader is more than silver, any one of them can easily kill this brainless dead spirit.

But the Crusaders are just across the street, and he wonders if he can last that long, and it may not be impossible to be a head splinter at the next moment. To think about it, Brando discovered that he was more realistic on his own, so he had to choose the second path.

That is to find the Element Revelation Scroll.

(PS. Ouch, shouldn't have eaten that squid silk, really just one, how can it be so powerful. My stomach hurts again today.

Bite your teeth and make two chapters. This is chapter one, chapter two, later.

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