The Amber Sword

Brando had just rushed out of the room, and the bone frame in the red armor creaked up behind him, twisting hard over half his body, gradually moving from slow to smooth.

Meanwhile, a few windy spiders are climbing out of the ruins and back to the young people, and Brando finds that they have four left, although the message from both of them clearly indicates that they have found their respective targets. Windy spiders speak Tony Rue (*) 's style, and while Brando doesn't actually know the language, he seems to understand what they mean - things aren't far from him.

(* Tonyru is home to the legendary King of the Stroke Elves of Warnde, all called the Wind's End, or the Mountain of the Storm's End; a large number of wind elements gather here to form a different group of people whose language comes from the ancient Syntax family, the Wind's Speech family, which is one of the only magical characters left today. Tonyru's wind language is therefore also a compulsory element - especially for Storm Envoys.

This relieved him a little. But with the wisdom of these little things, they can't tell whether the magic objects they find are the elements he needs to inspire the scroll. Brando must make his own judgement.

There are two targets, one approaching 30 metres south and one 50 metres west. Brando considered that westbound access to the showroom underneath the auction stand seemed more likely - it was just a return journey, and the danger was self-evident. He wanted to retrieve two of the windy spiders while he could, so that the card wouldn't accidentally enter the cemetery.

On the other hand, the orbit of the Black Hole of the Dead is rekindling two points of the light of the Soul Fire.

Brando understands that he doesn't have much time, but now his condition is not good, and the Spike of Light is lost in the rubble - he has no time to find it, Charles is gone, and his right arm is almost broken - until now he is unconscious. The wind spider can't help much, and the ring is still fully charged after the wind.

The feeling of exhaustion brought about by the exhaustion of magic is hidden, but fortunately half of the strength is still there, and there is no loss of life.

He stood on the aisle shaking like a lightning bolt. Cursed crossbow arrows can't do much to help the spirit, but perhaps there is another option to break out the window on the second floor and go to a densely populated street, just that it doesn't prevent that terrible spirit from pursuing him - the ripple of life is extremely sensitive to the spirit, and there is no chance of finding a person in the crowd. Especially in the open zone, he is less likely to escape from the hands of crusaders.

He took a sip, and the Crusaders were not without weaknesses at all, but absolute disparities in power left him powerless.

He could almost hear the spirit moving back. Brando shook his head away from the idea and quickly followed the corridor where the broken walls were visible. In just a moment, this small auction house was like a storm that irreversibly changed the terrain. But he wasn't in the mood to care about it at the moment. As soon as the spirit caught up, he thought he couldn't escape 10 meters.

“A way must be found. ”

Suddenly he saw the remains of a skeleton soldier not far away, which should have been his masterpiece some time ago, moving in his heart.

Click. A giant skeleton in a bloody armor had walked out of the room with a battle axe upside down, half rickety with a huge body, and a dead yellow rib resembled a sword with a handle bone stuck in the spine, surrounded by a burning flame in the center. It wears only shoulder armor, a helmet, and simple skirt leaves, because under the protection of the bone - its bone plates, quenched by the forces of chaos, are itself tougher than ordinary metals.

It turned its head and was silent in the empty aisle. It stunned, telling him about the ripples in life earlier that the weak human being was moving down this aisle, but at this point the sensation became insignificant.

Brando lay flat next to the skull wreckage.

He exhaled gently and held his breath; he tried to calm his heart beat and slow down his blood circulation so that it was not too visible in the eyes of the dead. The crusader did slow down, and Brando's vital signs gradually weakened in his gray field of view, which was somewhat puzzling and slowed down by the intuition that remained in his instincts.

Not to get caught in the trap.

But it's not completely invisible to Brando, and young people understand that.

He cautiously pulled a long black steel sword from that skeleton soldier's claw, moving slowly and lightly. Brando felt his heart beat slowly, but every time it was very powerful, it was like a big drum covered in cowhide, banging on his fragile nerves. I don't know if this is an illusion, but the giant skeleton inevitably approached this way.

Less than ten meters.

As soon as this general guard of Madara bursts, Brando will be separated. He couldn't help but turn his head once or twice, as if to subconsciously confirm that his head was still around his neck.

Dead spirits are one step closer.

Brando could no longer remain calm, cultivating his calm mind in the game, but now he is using his life as a bet. He took a look at that tall bone skeleton, the General Guard of Madala, famous for its rapid callousness and constant killing on the battlefield. The giant axes in their hands are nearly four metres long and have more than twenty tons of power in a single blow, and each time they fight each other on the battlefield, humankind pays ten times, if not a hundred times, the price.

In the war record of Karasu, the Sovereign Wizard used dozens of General Guards to disperse the entire infantry regiment of Eruin. And on the front-line battlefield, these are like giant monsters of a moving tower in a mixed war, and legends abound about their horror.

Of course, humans also have well-known elite forces that can rival them one-on-one.

But Brando hasn't reached that level yet.

When the crusader's eyes fell on him, his heart beat uncontrollably faster, banging. His blood began to accelerate its circulation uncontrollably, as if the force of life had become apparent again, with a slight bite of the tall spirit of death - a freezing moment over Brando's head.

It sees through his tricks.

But it's only been a few seconds.

Brando feels his forehead cool, and if he moves a little, it will lead to an attack, but even if it stays that way, it won't last a few seconds. He stares at his property interface and thinks a few seconds won't help at all. He needed more time, a little more, and suddenly he decided to roll over to one side with determination.

The giant bone skeleton reacted immediately, lifting the battle axe - the side of the metal reflecting a cold light on Brando's face, leaving him pale. The giant monster looked like a grey ghost that instantly swept over more than 10 meters, the axe dragged to the side, and the 'boom' pulled a crack open on the wall. The cold blade looked like a plow over the masonry, and the broken brick slab and the wood embedded in the wall protruded outward, forming a fast forward, deep trench.

The auction hall is underground and the walls on both sides are reinforced, but the perverted power of the Crusaders pulls it down like a tofu. It swung forward as the wind pressure and cracks paused to extend towards Brando. But the young man made a false move, rolling to one side while pushing his foot to the ground, already leaping in the opposite direction.

The axe of the giant skeleton was destined to hit the hollow ground, bursting with slabs and scraps of stone. But Brando, a fish leaps between the legs of this tall dead spirit - the Crusader's hand growls from beneath the empty neck bone, a tsunami of the soul that retracts the axe and tries to stab the foot. But Brando flashed to the right and had climbed up and grabbed his thighbone and turned to one side, each time a giant bone skeleton wanted to lose its ax tip, but the ceiling was stuck with a long axe handle. Between the turns, Brando had made connections to avoid three attacks, and he finally woke up and reached out and grabbed this cunning human being.

Fifteen seconds.

Brando has been holding up long enough.

When the Crusader's hand grabbed the giant bone downward, Brando immediately lowered his head to avoid it, and his strike skill just went into cooling and he turned it on, and the speed burst instantly gave Brando almost twice as much ingenuity as the monster, and he rushed forward like a continuous remnant, while a sword burst into the wall ahead ——

Nearly 20 energy forces bombarded the wall.

The black steel sword screamed and broke inches. But the walls were similarly inwardly depressed, and a piece of masonry became canine teeth interlaced. Brando dropped the sword again and punched it in the left hand, causing the wall to collapse. He jumped into the wall, and it was unexpected that this was the other room, and the windy spider had come around through the sewer to wait for him.

He's close to the target.

But the Crusaders were closer to him. Brando dared not be lazy, and the last acceleration was like a meteor crashing through the door of a room and rushing out. And his front foot had just left, and the giant bone skeleton behind him had burst into the wall with a roar, his head raised sharply, his hands splitting apart the broken wall - letting the dust sand fall down along the helmet and then squeezed in with a blast.

The auction site was unlucky when they pursued each other in tiny spaces - the crusader was like a human bulldozer, and the walls of the woodstone mezzanine were so hard to beat in front of its nearly fifty energy forces that it moved forward and any wall collapsed into powder.

Just for a moment, it went through three walls. From outside the auction house, part of this circular building has collapsed.

Brando was in a hurry to calculate the distance, and there were two more rooms where he pulled the dagger out of his belt and threw it back out, and the Crusaders stopped and ran straight into each other. The sharp blade just left a white scratch on its bone, and it raised its head and pounced against a windy spider, but the giant bone skeleton punched it into a green sauce.

Brando went through another room.

The crusader raised his axe for the second time, which made the young man feel cold on his vest and seemed to be running out of time.

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