The Amber Sword

The silence in the lobby persisted. Brando looked at the incredibly gray-haired young man holding his wrist and took a breath looking at the sword on the ceiling that was still trembling. He wasn't surprised by the result, and after just one blow, Brando had realized that this young manpower, called Reddy, was about four to five times higher than the average person's, that is, just walking into the black iron scale, a level comparable to when he was in the Golden Demon Tree Canyon.

At this age, this power can be considered the best, but naturally it cannot be compared to his plug-in. Brando, thinking about his own strength, did open up a plug-in in history - a week of first-level power, a month into the middle of black iron, the third month into the beginning of silver, not more than the heavenly electorate, but a sort of ancient man.

As for whether or not there will be any visitors later, this Brando is not a good idea.

Silver mediumstream is calculated almost from level 35 in previous games, while Brando's own militia rating is estimated to be up to level 40, or almost 600,000 points of experience. And he'll have enough experience in seven months so he won't miss Eruin's last train of civil unrest in December.

While he was thinking, he saw the crowd split apart.

Antitina shouted softly.

Brando was also slight, and then his eyes fell on the two people behind the crowd. A man walking in front wearing a lock armor and a bloody red cape. He wore a tall hat with colored feathers, like an explorer from the Royal Geographic Society of Rantoniland in Eruin - although the brooch he wore on his chest was not a flame amber from the Royal Geographic Society, but a simple wooden medal.

The medal was engraved with a new bird.

And the taller man in the back was wearing a simple leather coat that covered only important areas, so that the knotted muscles on his arms were exposed. He was carrying a giant sword at least five feet long on his shoulder - his forehead wide, his cheeks as deep as a knife, his thin lips, giving the impression of not being angry and arrogant at first sight.

Brando saw this man and had to stay.

Isn't that the guy?

There was a doubt in his mind - because this tall man, as if he were a barbarian from the Snow Plateau, Brando immediately outlined in his mind the image of Anlek's ‘Crucifix’ Buga, a close friend of the Grand Duke of Lune, the guard captain of Rantony Lambourg.

One of the three most famous swordsmen of Anrek, one of the great swordsmen named after Eagle Dejar and Silver Knight Sylvia.

Brando knows this guy, or is it because he's kind of a loud character in past games? ‘Cross Hand' Buga, captain of the Rantony Lambourg guard, was the initiator of Rune's main mission 'Courage', and Brando happens to be one of the few players to have personally experienced this series of missions, in fact he still has a deep memory of the shocking World War I.

He remembers...

That should be the last step in the mission, where the players will assist Buga in killing one of the twelve shepherds of the herders - the sad envoy 'Funica’.

And the sad messenger ‘Funica' reached level 97, mastering the superior element 'darkness’ of the highest class power, has almost perfected the bronze body. In fact, in the era when the player had only level 83, the twelve shepherds of the herdsmen were one of the invincible nightmares.

And that's how the story developed.

Buga carried the giant sword 'Legendary Ivan’ and killed the shepherd single-handedly into the headquarters of the Principality of Lune - a taboo forest, the knightly swordsmanship of the Sean genre - he was also one of the only legendary levels then and thereafter to master this genre's level 17 swordsmanship skills (player's level 13 cap) - killing the sad envoy 'Funica’ with just four swords.

The player throughout the mission is like an audience, all you have to do is help Bucca block the weirdo from stalling.

And it was in fact this battle that laid down the idea that Lieutenant General Brando was going all the way down. At first he was in the 72nd grade, but then he jumped to become one of the few pure warrior players in Warnde with a silver body.

Imagine when Brando was in a bit of a trance when he looked at Buga, who was still growing up and powerful, and he didn't expect to meet each other here.

This is the future sword of Haubga.

Of course, at this time, Brando was afraid to confirm that he already had that terrible power. But in his impression, 'Crucifix' Buga was seventeen years old, mentored by the Shi 'en genre of knighthood swordsmanship, and shortly thereafter met Grand Duke Lune, but how could he have appeared in this remote part of the country?

“Why is he here?” Brando had just given birth to this idea and realized that the other person's eyes fell on him as well.

“Do you use military swordsmanship? ”

Buga's blue-grey eyes flashed a faint glow, his eyebrows were thin and his eyes were dim. But by the looks of it, this future great swordsman has no such thing as an inhuman elephant, but the momentum on his body makes no difference - this seemingly ordinary man is an absolutely horrible beast.

The more sensitive you are, the more you will experience this.

Brando stood there, and the 3.7 energy perceptions for ordinary people were about the same as hearing the whispers behind them across a wall and easily sensing the flow of air. But at this moment, Buga feels like, the other side is a mountain of majesty, standing still, even letting the wind stop ——

He clearly saw that the other person was just standing there alone, but felt like he was facing a wall with no ventilation.

Brando swallowed a sip of spit and was slightly surprised that at least Level 30 was required in past games to produce such momentum suppression. Isn't it true that the elements of Buga have evolved at this moment? So young? He was surprised that Brando knew Buga was not a contestant, but that this achievement was going to make some of the contestants sweat.

Monsters are monsters.

“Are you from the army, or are you a young man coming out of a guard somewhere? No one in the militia should have that kind of strength.” Buga raised his eyebrows slightly and asked. Brando reacted so unexpectedly. So far he has been able to stand still, and only about Ike can do it in the entire mercenary corps.

The young man, indeed, is a genius.

Thinking of Ike, Buga couldn't help but smile. But that smile just appeared, and it immediately converged, because Buga was still staring at Brando —— the only three categories of people who practiced military swordsmanship throughout Eruin. Soldiers, militias, or guards.

Most knights and nobles have swordsmanship from their homes, and adventurers and mercenaries from all over the world, even from the army, join their own after battle.

And the young man in front of him, at a glance, was obviously a student taught in a training camp.

Buga's identity is unique and these circumstances are well known.

But Brando shook his head: "No, actually, my ancestors were highland knights. It's just that now I'm out on my own, not with my obedience, and as you can see, I want to join you for a while, because it's good for both of us. I don't have any other purpose, and if I have any ideas, that's all.” He thought about it, or did not point out Buga's identity directly, to avoid the suspicion of the other party.

The man standing next to Buga, wearing the Explorer's hat, heard the answer and smiled kindly: "We would be happy to accept your offer, sir, but the mercenary regiment is not burdensome, sir, you should understand. ”

Brando took a look at Buga and found out 80%. “I understand, so please come forward, who I'm dealing with. I think I've beaten a man, and according to the written rules, such tests should not exceed three times.” As a long-time traveler, Brando is no less familiar with writing than any scholar who has studied the Code.

Makaro and Buga looked at each other.

Then the tall man took down his sword and said softly, "Let me try you, young man. ”

That's true! Brando couldn't help but take a deep breath and looked at Buga with a thin face, not nervous, but caught by an excitement. “Fine, I don't know how good Buga is at this moment. But it's a good idea to test how strong you are at this moment on this future swordsman.” Brando couldn't help but leapfrog to try.

He raised his sword and felt every cell burning all over his body.

In his time as a level 130 warrior, Buga had long since passed away. In fact, one of Brando's great regrets at the time was that he didn't have a hand with the great swordsman in his mind before he grew up. Buga was once his target, and eventually he missed the chance to fight with the master of swordsmanship, although he also broke the silver body.

He just didn't think that, when the time came back, he just happened to win another opportunity like this.

While it is true that he is not quite a swordsman at this moment, Brando knows that his understanding of the warrior's art of battle will not come down to anyone. Just as at this moment, he was back to being his senior 130-level fighter —— Brando looked up and his eyes lit up like they were on fire.

The sword in the young man's hand was lifted.

Grade 10 military swordsmanship is at this moment more than just a simple explanation of high-level basic swordsmanship, a natural momentum that has instantly consumed everyone around him, a momentum that Brando has seen in his grandfather, of course, that does not create that kind of cliff-like sense of stagnation on him.

But it's enough to shock the mercenaries around.

“Master level understanding, good, military swordsmanship.” Buga's eyes glow slightly: “But he's qualified to fight me. ”

(PS. What a fate.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)