The Amber Sword

He turned back and saw a face covered in white youth frost.

The next thing he saw was more than a dozen Jadran heavy infantry soldiers behind the woods, and the Jadrans were one of the most common mercenaries of Eruin - as if the vocation of the inhabitants of these abyssal areas were professional soldiers. In fact, this tradition is rooted in the perennial victimization of 11 port city states in the Judland region, and frequent wars have given rise to the profession of mercenary.

A typical Jadran mercenary should wear at least a fine, heavy scaly armor with a flame-steel spear on his back, a large shield half a man tall on it, and a swordsman axe around his waist - that's their tool for eating, and every Jadran inherited his only possession from their fathers.

Brando doesn't even have to remember the backgrounds of these past games, he already rots in the chest.

“What's going on?” He pulled the reins and slowed the horse down, asking.

“Those who are clearly heavy infantry, … sir," Antitina's beautiful black gemstone eyes hid a sharp vigilance - she turned back and replied, “They put heavy infantry behind them, obviously still don't believe us. ”

Brando glanced back and suddenly realized something. He laughed, “Believe us is the normal response. ”

“But.”

The young girl's questioning led the white-haired youth to grunt with dissatisfaction.

Brando glanced at the guy and asked, “So what do you mean you put these Jadran mercenaries behind you? ”

“It's none of your business.” Reddy answered neatly.

“Sir, they are walking too slowly in the woods," he replied, seeing the skinny young man tearing his sleeves apart in the morning. "Mr. Makaro has placed them here in case of an emergency, not to distrust you. ”

“One thing at a time, so that's it.” Brando revealed a distinct divinity, but did not forget to say: “Compared to you, some of your companions are less able to speak. ”

Reddy's face immediately turned cloudy and left without a word, leaving the skinny young man there smiling bitterly. Brando looked at the young man and asked, "What's your name? ”

“My name is Sandford. ”

“Thanford, doesn't that sound like a local name? ”

“Because I was originally a bread apprentice in Prague… that was, of course, before I became a mercenary.” The young man looked at them and asked: "Sir, listen to your accent, as if you were from there too? ”

“I'm not, but they are.” Brando punched Antina and Miss Roman Nunu in the jaw.

Thunford smiled a little bit and looked at the girl riding side by side behind Brando. But Antittina was too proud to see him, she was of aristocratic origin after all - albeit depressed, but still flowed with the arrogant blood of the Eruin nobility, and she was reluctant to deal more with an ordinary person. But Roman didn't have to worry about it, and the businesswoman blinked at the young man, who was a Bucchi, and she was a hometown.

“That explains it, too. Heavy infantry could have been brought into battle in the forest, which would have been an understatement.” Antitina looked over at the edge of the woods and the Jadrans said.

But as soon as she spoke, she immediately rebutted.

“Ma'am, my lord, you can't say that. This man needs to eat in this world. Mr. Macaro has kindly received us, and naturally we must serve with loyalty. You see, I've never heard of mercenaries leaving their partners alone in danger. ”

There was a burst of noise in the forest. A bearded Judeland mercenary with a black paint on his shoulder came out of the woods with a smile on his face, shook his head and sighed with a strong mouthful of Abyssal Sea accent.

Brando, Antitina, and Roman looked back at the man, and the young man squeezed his eyes, and at this time the person who could walk freely would not be underprivileged in the mercenary corps.

“Frank, commando captain.” The Jadran mercenary touched his nose and introduced himself.

“What's that?” Brando's eyes fell on what was in his hands.

“Firearms, this is my baby.” Frank shot that black paint guy, hey, hey, smile.

Brando knew that kind of thing, using abandoned magic crystal fissures as a base fire, and using active element probes to impact the 'thermal weapon belonging to the world' of the fragment-fired powder. The Aufrans started loading firearms as early as 30 years ago, and two firing squadrons were formed; and the dwarves, earlier, used firerope guns dating back to the silver years.

Firearms are extremely powerful at close range, and the finest firearms injure almost the same level of weaponry as brass tags in 50 steps. And the tactics of concentrating on firearms are well established in this era, except that it does not have a decisive advantage over the equally mature Enchanted Projection Force.

But he knows that there are many mercenaries who prefer firearms, especially handkerchiefs, but only a few who use rifles - you know, there are no bayonets in this day and age. At a glance at this guy, Brando thought that in a magical world firearms did not profoundly change the war that ensued, that gunpowder weapons were not universal, so he didn't really think about how bayonets worked.

Antitina had a slight burn on one side of her face, “A vulgar mercenary ——” she thought, but she still asked vigilantly, "What did you just mean? ”

“I mean, the way you mentioned it, that's a concern for the regular army. We are bitter mercenaries, naturally we have our own pieces - heavy infantry, light swordsman, no matter what the circumstances, we all have to fight side by side. You're right, that's good, but you have to take reality into account...” Frank replied respectfully. But while it was ostensibly complimentary, it wasn't hard to hear the unexpected.

Antitina choked, knowing that her knowledge ultimately appeared to be shallow from the book, but was so taken for granted by the young lady or a little angry. The young lady looked back at Brando and looked back. The vigilance in her bright eyes had not faded, but she asked softly: "Do you believe what they say, Mr. Brando? ”

Brando looked at Frank and nodded.

“But.”

“But what?” He asked back.

“You really believe--” Antitina looked at him and asked with her eyes.

Brando laughed, said hello to Frank and Sandford, and made Magga go fast. He did not answer, but left a shadow behind the nobleman. But Antina had always been a disobedient girl, and she went after her, coughing and asking, "My lord, I don't think they're normal. ”

“Why?”

“Intuition. ”

“Little Roman, what do you say?” Brando didn't ask back.

“I don't know," Roman shook his head on the side: “But my aunt said, too general and too detailed, all symbols of a lack of heart! ”

Brando smiled and scratched her nose back. “I knew it, but I had to turn around. What a sly little fox. ”

“I don't know!” Roman raised a pair of little eyebrows and hurried to argue.

Antina was embarrassed to be around these flirtatious dogs and women, but she finally wanted to figure it out. Brando wasn't at all unclear, he was too clear, and he seemed to suspect these guys' motives long ago. It sounds like an excuse to say something about heavy infantry walking slowly, so put it behind the team. She was relieved to think about it.

“In that case,” said the nobleman, glancing at Roman and Brando, blushing, "what should we do? ”

“Just strain it randomly.” Brando replied.

He remembered the plot mentioned in the plot, but thought that the deliveries would be easy to say as long as they weren't for him. It's just that the thing itself had some trouble, and he couldn't help but have a headache, which he was trying to reduce. But I didn't expect to get myself into a new kind of trouble, and to blame Makaro and Buga for getting into such a difficult adversary.

It's a competition between two mercenary groups, but let's just say that the black hand behind the mercenary group called 'Cards' is targeting the Grey Wolf mercenary group.

He couldn't help but look at the people around him, not worried about their fate, but thinking about how to get out of this trouble. But then again, a small group of mercenaries would get the attention of those guys, which is a little unusual in itself.

Hey, treeherder...

Compared to pastoralists, the congregation of all returns is like a good citizen of discipline and lawfulness.

What are the intentions of the shepherds to target the Grey Wolf mercenaries? Although unwilling to cause trouble, Brando subconsciously uses the player's mindset to think through the whole thing, giving a little bit of the task flow, but the details are very rough. Not to mention the background, which would have been tactically silent.

He knocked on his head and thought of a way to get out before the 'Grey Wolf' mercenaries met the shepherds. The task of this mission, BOSS, is the divine messenger 'Ekmen', the word Ekmen rooted in the ‘Eaam’ of the hieroglyphic system - symbolizing the spell of vast mountains and rivers and boundless seas. In ancient times there was also a giant beast known as the 'Ekmen', yet it symbolized walking between mountains and forests - huge, living, active mountains, both in the mythology of Cruz and in the legend of the mountaineers.

The giant beast 'Ekmen' is the descendant of the mountain's giant witch, and legend has it that only if it is connected to the earth will it have endless lives.

And God made ‘Ekmen’ more like the name of a symbolic monster to Brando. God's messenger, is nothing more than a legendary monster cultivated by the shepherd on animals and humans with the blood of God - so sacred a name, but in itself, like the golden demon tree, it is a distortion of nature and a profanity of the gods.

Brando can't help but remember his previous experience with the god of heaven, Amar, and the god of darkness, Black Lotus, which had almost fifty grades in incomplete form. He fought with it in a random encounter with an underground copy of Ambessel in Freeport before winning the final battle. And the latter is the true and complete bodily messenger, the elite class 67 leader, the ultimate BOSS of the Del De Tal Hero's main mission, "Perfect" - when they formed two regiments to wipe out the monster.

God made it so horrible that even the fiftieth level immature had the power to swim in gold, that Brando had no idea at all that he wanted to fight it. But cheap, he looked ahead at Buga and Makaro - a battle in which the ‘Grey Wolf’ mercenary regiment was supposed to have perished in real life - but Makaro and Swordhouse Buga did not die, which in itself points to a number of problems.

As for what the problem is, it depends on the individual's point of view.

Brando's mind is active anyway.

Because you need to know that the God of Heaven's dropped list contains the Canopy Gun — Fana, which is one of the most superior fantasy weapons of the 50th level or so, ignoring all the physical properties of the special attributes of defensive ability to make it noisy. And the Dark God's list of falls includes the ‘dark side of the moon' - the dark side of the moon, the mythical weapon, legend has it that this sickle is a weapon used by Death Descartes, and its attributes allude to this.

Beheading, one percent chance to ignore all horrific attributes that protect 50% of the current life of a non-chief unit from real damage.

Extinction, which suppresses all healing effects with damage inflicted by weapons possessing this attribute (10%).

In short, though powerful, the Divine Messenger also has another name - the treasure trove. The pastoralists are really rich in oil, and only Lord Martha will know exactly where they got all that rare equipment. Of course, this is not the most outrageous, “the blood of the god of heaven comes from Hamas, the god of clouds, the blood of the god of darkness comes from Elaine, the goddess of the abyss, the blood of the earth comes from the co-lord of the mountains, the giant character witch flowing with the blood of the gods. Martha, how did they get the blood of these long gone gods?” Brando shook his head and muttered to himself.

After the Dark Ages, the gods in heaven have long passed away to become stars. This is the age of mortals. Apart from Martha, the only god, the world is long gone from being dominated by powerful forces of will.

What is now called God is either a pseudo god, or the stars in heaven that are called ‘rules’.

“What are you thinking, my lord?” Antitina saw his distraction while she was at it.

Brando shook his head and stepped out: “The power of Yamakawa. ”

“The power of Yamakawa? ”

Yesterday, dinner came back off the grid, it's not ready yet. It's out there now.

But the heavens will destroy me, but I won't resist. It's inevitable that you'll be able to work hard.

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