The Amber Sword

On the battlefield, another man flew out for a short time, and the young man seemed to have dropped three mercenaries between his eyes, opening a gap in the crowd. Before anyone could react, he had broken out of that gap, but he had chosen a direction that would have stunned Brando, as the mercenary leader known as Cabe was waiting for the young man on his way.

Older mercenaries lay swords, leaned forward, and held their mouths tight - like a beast before the onslaught.

Brando's heart moves, and he recognizes that this posture stems from the swordsmanship of Imaria, the Lantonilan fencing technique. This swordsmanship was named after the famous sword saint, which spread to the mainland in earlier years, but this period has faded. Due to the fact that the swordsmanship itself was almost too complex, the swordsmanship was truly mastered and fought by the enemy in the world Phoenix Lin Horn.

It's just that almost none of these people are good at it.

In previous games, Brando remembered that Imaria's fencing required about 133 points of experience from the first to second levels of swordsmanship, over 60 percent of the average intermediate level of swordsmanship. While it's twice as good as military swordsmanship and a little three times as good as injury fixing, not many players spend their energy on this sword technique.

Because swordsmanship itself has a market value of 1,3 million torres, the rare book is only preserved in museums in a few countries.

The young man named Ike obviously also sensed his mistake, but backing off at the first sight had become a luxury, and he had to forge ahead with his scalp. Although he did not have a sword in his hand, the fighting technique still seemed to be the bottom of the sword technique. He used Maywack's knight sword technique, and Brando drew such an understanding from the subtle movements of the other side at a glance.

The relationship between the two mercenaries of a mercenary regiment looks good, but the swordsmanship used is a very interesting thing. It's just not uncommon, so Brando just subconsciously watched.

At this point in the battlefield, a young man is hitting Mercenary Cabe, trying to change course to avoid the sword's trajectory. Unfortunately, Cobb didn't disappoint Brando, and he brushed his sword neatly to seal the young man's path, forcing him to jump to one side.

At this point, Cabe just takes one more step, and that young man gets in a big mess.

I'm afraid Brando's real strength at this moment is not an opponent of either of us on the field, but he knows that better than anyone else here at this moment. Indeed, he immediately saw Cabe stepping forward in the position where Ike might retreat from the next step, turning the sword in his hand, ready to take a final blow with the handle of a sword.

But Brando narrowed his eyes slightly.

Kaber slowed down half a beat, the young man grabbed his arm almost perilously, and then the whole man hit him in the arms, knocking the elderly mercenary five steps backwards. This turned out to be unexpected by everyone, even the young man, and Brando caught it clearly in his eyes.

But Ike shook his head immediately, and he looked at Cabe, who he hit back —— it was a flash, and he immediately fled from the other direction into the crowd without going back.

“Good guy. ”

There was a cry in Brando's heart that this mercenary named Kaber was intentionally draining water. But his technique is quite secret, and one might not really see it. If he hadn't accumulated a wealth of experience in past games that people in the world could never have imagined at his age, he'd probably be blinded at this point.

Almost 110 years of experience with swords and more than a decade with other weapons, as a senior warrior who spent more than a hundred and forty spring and autumn in the game, some of the basics are as simple as eating and drinking water for Brando.

His hard power is just upstream in the middle of black iron, and he probably doesn't look like much of a rival to that young man named Ike. But if you really want to start, I don't think two Ike's enough for him to fight alone. Especially after nearly a month of adventure, Brando's mercenary rank has even reached level 16, and Eruin's military swordsmanship has been ordered by him (9 +1) along the way.

Combined with Brando's own memories of his grandfather, his swordsmanship is no longer comparable to that of the green young man in Butch. To put it this way, the slightly older sword instructors of the regular army of the Legion of White Beard are only about enough for him to be a student in swordsmanship alone.

Brando's swordsmanship has not reached the point where his grandfather's sword draw makes people feel like a cliff, but there are some hidden similarities that can be said to be the first to have a swordsman's style - of course, a true swordsman can't just make one sword.

But the more Brando escalated, the more mysterious his grandfather felt. The old soldier who once drew his sword had the momentum to make his senior fighter, who had more than a hundred levels of knowledge, unable to give birth to a desire to fight, is it really just as simple as the November war veteran? At least he didn't see the same marks on Reto, who was also a veteran of the November war.

Of course, Leto was a soldier in the late war, and Brando's grandfather experienced almost the entire war from beginning to end, which is probably the biggest difference. He couldn't help but recall that the candle fire badge of the temple of fire in history had been awarded to those people, but he didn't remember a moment or so.

At that time, he had more dealings with Eruin officially, and later there was a sphere of influence invested in the Basilica of Light, which, on the contrary, did not intersect with the Temple of Fire.

The idea just flashed by.

The scene stagnated for a moment because of a sudden change, and most people were face-to-face, although the recovery of the sound began at the earliest among the surrounding local residents. People began to chatter about what had happened in the previous battle, although most of them could not even see how the battle had begun and ended in time, which did not prevent them from talking about sex.

Mercenaries who had been knocked down by young men climbed up from the ground one after the other, and the clients said nothing, but they looked at each other and were not so frustrated or angry. Instead, there is a sense of relief.

Brando, of course, looked at them all, and he turned around and saw that Antina was looking at herself, and both looked at each other and saw a glimmer of divinity from the bottom of each eye.

“Brando, they don't even look like they want to chase.” Roman stood behind Brando whispering.

Brando smiled and nodded.

“Captain Cable, are you all right?” At this point he saw a mercenary walking over and carefully asking the head of a mercenary named Cabo. The latter looked at his wrist for a moment, and then he raised his head and said seriously to the others: "I'm fine, okay. Spread out and lock down Chablis. Don't let Ike get away. If anything goes wrong this afternoon, I'm in charge.”

“Oh.”

“Okay.”

“No problem, Captain Cabe.” The mercenaries responded with a nagging response, but the response was grossly slow.

But the older mercenary seemed to be blind, and he looked around and finally looked at Brando. He naturally noticed that Brando had been watching the entire battlefield with his mercenaries, but now he had time to gauge the young man carefully.

In fact, Cobb glanced at Brando the first time.

Because his eyes were just rushing past, he didn't expect Brando to be so young, he had already guessed from Brando that he had at least the strength of upstream black iron, a young man about twenty years old with the upper power of black iron, which would be surprising anywhere.

Cobb first thought of Ike, the most talented young man he'd ever seen in his life, the adopted son of their leader, Makaro the Wolf. At the age of seventeen, the district unleashed a second level of power, arguably a genius. In his impression, only the geniuses of those who are legendary as revelators are likely to achieve such an achievement at this age.

Ike had been the hope and pride of the entire mercenary corps since childhood, and this time he had fled the mercenary corps selfishly, and the captain, Makaro, had simply asked them to take him back, and others, even then, were reluctant to punish him for that reason - a sign that the young man had been spoiled by everyone in the corps.

Thinking of Ike, Cabe felt a little calm in his heart, and Brando's young man took for granted in his eyes. He took a sigh of relief, walked over and softened his face slightly, answering Brando's pedestrian: "Thank you very much for your help, you can call me Cabe. This gentleman hasn't asked for help? ”

“Brando, you're welcome.” Brando's measuring him, too.

This sophisticated mercenary captain has a pair of lead grey pupils and, in Brando's view, his eyebrows appear to be slightly wrinkled anytime, anywhere, as if he had endless concerns. Such a melancholy temperament coupled with his long grey hair has the potential of a few beautiful uncles, especially if the other hand is long due to the use of a sword. If you don't look at the cocoon on the other side, it looks like a pianist's hand.

Such a man would surely lead a lot of little girls to scream in the street when he came to the world. Brando thought jealously that although Brando himself was not bad, after all, he had a bad temperament in his experience. Especially the lack of that kind of saturated wind cream.

It doesn't look like these mercenaries are ordinary people either, just don't know they're the famous mercenary group in the South. Brando looked at each other's clothes, and he couldn't find anything on them, and they didn't wear that obvious badge to identify them.

Looks like they're not in the status of a mission yet.

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