The Amber Sword

The battle is over before it begins...

Brando ordered Rubis' mercenaries to throw two soldiers from a knocked out silver-wing cavalry regiment into the corner of the room, thinking that the swordsman might have gone all the way. He covered his left shoulder - the burning wound from the previous stabbing sword - was as lethal in front of a golden swordsman as he is now, even with a slight swing: this is almost twenty times less powerful than a battle with a crusader or Alberton the White Knight, and experience has produced little.

In other words, if Tester goes all the way, Brando's perception can't even capture the other person's movement trajectory.

He rubbed his forehead full of sweat beads and sudden jumps. There was no doubt about the sinus bush. Although it was unclear what the number of routes was, they put the target on him as soon as they could. Brando was alert. He wondered if everything was going to come back to the killer, because the only thing he was guilty of now was this organization.

But not much like that. Things come together in a low-key, covert style that means revenge and will not be chosen for the auction floor.

Unless they collude with Madara. But that's even more ridiculous, because the return of all things will be chaos, a secret follower of the dragon of dusk, how can it be mixed with the order in darkness - Madara. Brando shook his head and ruled out cluttered ideas in his head, pointing to several of his‘ subordinates': “You six, split up and run away.” As a matter of urgency, how can we save our lives?

He gave the order, but immediately felt he was doing more. Brando immediately created an urge to call them back, but think about it or forget it. Be prepared, they won't make much difference without them anyway.

In the "Amber Sword", it must be a wonderful thing if he had such a dozen downstream black iron fighter moves to come and swing away. But in this cold, unremarkable, real world, there is now a swordsman who seems to be trying to get into his way by unlocking a third level of power, which is a little disturbing.

People who activate Level 3 power have an average strength of at least 100 energy levels. Brando thinks that he is a less common swordsman, then he must have taken a clever route to fix Pokémon Swordsmanship. If he had more than one hundred and twenty levels of cleverness, his reflexes would be 23 times faster than those of ordinary people, and his blast rate would be 47 times faster.

With such capabilities, the opposing party is able to travel at speeds of more than 700 kilometres per hour in a straight line, more than doubling the speed limit for Formula 1 cars and even approaching the speed of an earlier generation of jet fighters. And his body is strong enough to support him at this rate, counteract resistance walls, and pressure on his viscera.

And according to the calculations in the Amber Sword, a character with 120 energy skill levels should have at least sixty energy levels, so that the defenses produced by the epidermis alone can be comparable to inclined armor of more than 200 mm. Brando thought about what kind of damage one of his strongest attacks could do to a 200-millimetre sloped steel plate--

At most, it's a dent.

In other words —— a swordsman of three levels of power, that's almost a human monster.

Brando couldn't help but wonder if he would fly out and smash this auction floor into a pair if he had a sword with someone like that. Such a guy could have searched the entire auction site in a matter of seconds if he wanted, so even if he sent all twelve of them out, he would have been delayed for a few seconds at most.

A few seconds is nothing to him, but enough to kill him back and forth several times.

Brando took a breath, and he thought he had been in the world ever since, and everything was basically still within his design. He has been careful to avoid these high-ranking beings, and throughout the adventure, the only flaw can be said to have inadvertently caused everything to come back, but he has also been careful to avoid each other's eyes.

He just wanted to break his head, and I didn't think it was a coincidence. He pulled out the sergeant's sword and looked back at the direction of the door. The rest of the Rubies mercenaries sealed off the corridor, and a messy space in the corridor seemed to drain the air and fill it with a dry death silence, which was disturbing.

Brando showed the sword card, spreading the snow and white wings, and the mysterious golden patterned sword floating behind him; this was the third time he showed the card, and the power of glory flowing on the sword seemed to refract into his body, as if the walls could be broken between the fingers. But Brando understands that this is a delusion of suddenly gaining tremendous power, and the fact that the Sword Card only compensatorily strengthens his ability to attack - bringing him to a silver midstream level in one way or another.

But this power can only give him one comfort that can hurt his opponent, and in fact he understands that if he really fights, he may not be able to capture his opponent's actions with a sword through his throat. Of course, nothing happened, and Brando didn't think he had no chance at all.

At this point he finally heard a few screams in the hallway, and the 'Mercenary of Rubis' card, which was kept on the Holy Tree, was instantly half dark.

Brando held his heart tight, raised his head, and saw the young, silver-haired nobleman slowly coming out of the corner - the man wearing a short black cape with the handle of a fine sword and a few lines of blood on his crystal-like sword. Brando did recognize the sword: the Crystal Scorpion Spike, in "The Sword of Amber," the damage of this sword is not even ranked among the weapons above level 60, but the strength and toughness of the sword itself is one of the best. He remembers hearing an old man say when he was still stunned that if someone used such a sword, at least he was confident in his own power.

Brando didn't dare to be confident in this judgment, but from the way this young man behaved before, he did seem confident in his own means.

While he was taking care of Tester, the noble swordsman was measuring him with purple eyes like glass, and the silver-haired young man's eyes first fell on the shadow of the sword behind Brando, slightly flashing, and then his eyes swept through the others. It's all black iron downstream strength, and this young man has some real money, but he doesn't seem to be talking. At this time, since not showing poisonous teeth can be a deterrent to others, then put it away - so Tester took the sword and sheathed it, smiling a little, and this smile was so sweet that it was like a woman's quiet smile.

And the young man frowned slightly and asked, "Where have I seen you? ”

Brando didn't know what medicine he was buying in the gourd, but he had to calm down. He smiled and opened the door to the mountains and said: "Naturally, because about a minute ago you stabbed a sword in my shoulder. And before that, I'm sure I've never seen you, sir.” He replied in disgust.

When he answered, he quietly opened his property panel, and a row of data drowned like a stream and appeared in front of him.

First is free experience: 4730.

His reserve experience has climbed again since the Battle of War, not to mention the introduction of the Element Revelation Scroll, which not only saved him nearly 2,000 experiences, but also omitted the series of tasks that opened the Element Pool. It's just too important for him to be running out of time.

At this time, Tester shook his head, not angry at all: "No, that was earlier. I'm sure I saw you at cavalry headquarters. ”

“Cavalry headquarters. ”

“Exactly. ”

“Who are you?” Brando suddenly realized something, but when he thought about it, he relaxed and looked at each other calmly.

“My name is Tester, and this is the name I gave myself. It's the ancient Krutz word for 'Tiryhd’, meaning ‘struggle’," answered Testo with a smile: "If you ask for identity, the following are the deputy chiefs of the Silver Wings Cavalry Regiment, the third sergeant chief of the White Legion, Viscount Manowell of the Kingdom of Eluin. But I still prefer my name to these long titles, simple and profoundly sacrificial.” Brando rarely sees a man so smiling around his name so exaggerating, but now he sees one.

So it's him. Brando's mind was overwhelmed. Did they know what they were doing on Gray Mouse Street? But it's unlikely, unless the cripple sold them, but does the cripple have the guts? Brando shook his head and forced himself to calm down before being caught by the other party.

Viscount Tester.

The bastard son of Grand Duke Goran-Elson, Viscount Tester of Manowell, was neither too prominent nor anonymous for the last brief period of Eruin's history. Brando's impression of him lingered on a love story of his sadness with a bard woman - that was, of course, the later thing.

But Brando knew the character of the man, and the Viscount was a man with a seemingly unbridled, but near-rigid heart. Brando once suspected that Tester, as the deputy of Silver Winged Cavalry Commander Magsk, might also be involved in bringing everything together. And the mysterious whereabouts confirm this from the side. But the first time he saw the historic Viscount of Tester, he couldn't help but be surprised that he did not have the appearance of psychological distortion due to long periods of exclusion and oppression, as described in poetry and novel stories, and that he clearly showed up on his face, perhaps in disingenuity - but this disingenuity was also plain and would not lead to the thought of such derogatory words as' smiling meat does not laugh ’,‘ hypocrisy ’, etc.

His smile is like a beautiful snake, you know the danger but still feel graceful.

Tester had a sword - a sword in a cane-like sheath - and the meaning of that threat was clear. But the silver-haired young man is like, "There's one thing between you and me that needs to be resolved, and I don't rule out the possibility of stabbing you in the right place with a sword, but there's nothing else we can't talk about.” As if to such a person, life and death were long gone, and he had his own attitude and pursuit.

Seeing this, Brando knew that he couldn't find any blossoms in someone like that, but as Sophie, he had a strong and stubborn attitude, otherwise he wouldn't have killed Madara for 10 years. So he calmed down and smiled coldly.

“I don't remember having offended you before, Mr. Viscount. ”

Tester's purple eyes sparkled, and he always thought this young man wasn't easy. Just now, he suddenly made a move, and a swordsman of downstream strength of black iron in the other district managed to escape, which is enough to prove that the other party has some ability. But he further confirmed that later.

A simple, simple sentence is both a counter-attack and a mantra, and the other person seems to have approached his personality. The young man with silver hair suddenly felt a little weird. He couldn't help touching his nose. Of course, he didn't want to be caught in the nose, but he couldn't even hear it. His confidence did not allow him.

“Well said, but not everything in this world has a choice.” He replied.

Brando's eyes squinted slightly, and Testo seemed soft and hard first, and things didn't look as good as he thought. But it was probably unlikely that he would hand over Antina, and he wondered, whilst quietly assigning his experience to the mercenary profession without reservation. The latter immediately crossed levels 11 and 12, bringing his total to level 20 for the first time.

Meanwhile, for the first time, his power broke through the double-digit, reaching 10 points.

Though this power is not enough for Tester to see, it is at least at the level of swimming power in black iron.

“What are you trying to say?” He pressed down the power of the sword on one hand, and his palms were full of sweat, but he asked calmly.

“Open the door and say," What's your relationship with Leto? ”Tester seemed to see Brando's little move, but didn't say anything, so he asked in his spare time. Instead, he made Brando more like an enemy, and as an old warrior, Brando saw a possible sword path from Tester in almost every direction, making him unbearably sweaty.

This tester, who apparently cares nothing, actually has to be vigilant.

But he was even more shocked by the problem with Tester. In fact, Brando almost changed his face when he heard about the problem. Luckily, he went through a hundred wars, and at least his qualities weren't covered. He calmed down and took a breath without a trace. "What Rhetto? ”

Brando had a seemingly uninformed look on his face, but his heart was in shock. What camp did Tester come from to ask him that question? Local nobility? Legion of White Beards? Or is everything coming back? It seems possible to think about it, but each lacks core evidence to support it, but the key is how much they already know.

Brando forced himself to stare into Testo's eyes, which was a great play for him, and he didn't know how many of Madara's top players he had fooled in the game, but it seemed to have lost its utility at this point.

Tester did not catch a trace of Brando, but rather aroused his suspicions. He smiled: "Your answer didn't mean much to me. It would have been easiest for me to kill you. I don't mind what you said, you know it doesn't mean anything to me--”

He looked at him with a purple glassy eye, and he laughed, "You're Brando, right? I'll just ask you one thing, would you like to join us? ”

Brando wants to pretend to be stupid at this point and ask, “You guys? ”

But he couldn't help but swallow a sigh of spit as he pressed his sword's hand and the dark ring snake ring on his finger. He knew that this was an ultimatum that Tester was giving him, either to promise or only to report to Lord Martha.

It's a pain in itself for Brando to be able to add everything back together. In the last generation, that was second only to Madara's great enemy.

And this is the second thing Brando knew that once he joined this notorious organization, it would be branded for life. This is not the path he is going to take, and he does not want to think about it even a little bit in this direction, as long as it is not completely impotent.

You can join everything back together and Taste's sword, and now he has to pick a side.

Brando couldn't help but stop working on the properties...

A dead silence.

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(PS. Visiting friends every day, shouldn't the patient rest? Less words in the last few days, I'll try to make it up to you.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)