The Amber Sword

Yamakawa's power is a pair of arms.

In fact, armor is a special weapon in the ‘Sword of Amber'. Although it is used by warriors, mercenaries, monks and monks, it is less common among warriors and mercenary groups than the latter two.

However, this does not prevent Brando from becoming interested in the power of Yamakawa.

When it comes to God's "Eckman," the first thing players should think of is "The Power of the Yamakawa", which falls at the top of the list, or "Thunder Sword", which falls completely. Of course, Brando the Thunder Sword will no longer delusion. As the Great Divine Envoy of Level 67, he should have the corresponding power to destroy them. It is only a matter of fingering them.

Don't look at the future of the Great Sword Haubga as it is at this moment, but humans and divine blood creatures are born with several energy levels short, unless the later body is perfected, after obtaining the Golden Blood vein. Otherwise, human beings, as a lower race, are born to suffer.

But without mentioning the Lv62 mythical weapon Thunder Sword, even Yamakawa's power can be foolish enough to move.

As the top fantasy weapon of Lv45, it is unclear to what extent Brando Yamakawa's arm is strong, in fact, he only saw it once as if it were a floating image on a video. One thing is clear, however, that the Lv45 fantasy weapon alone, in terms of the magnification of the damage, is enough to exceed XVII, VIII times, or even more.

That alone is enough to drive any player crazy.

Nor has Brando seen players chopping and rehearsing mythical weapons and fantasy weapons that are not suitable for their own professional use before. After all, occupations can be chosen by themselves, but weapons above fantasy level are not available to everyone, which is a matter of complete face.

Of course he can't do this right now, but he's also totally willing to redesign his upgrade plan for a Divine Soldier. Anyway, it's a millionaire thing. Like the Lion's Heart Sword, Eluin, before and after dozens of kings, before and after nearly seven centuries of searching, isn't it the same?

The Lion Heart Sword is just a fantasy weapon, the Lv70 Fantasy Longsword.

Although he now has a clue to the Lion Heart Sword, Brando, who has had a lot of gaming experience, understands that having a clue and accomplishing a mission are completely different things, too vain. If he can get Yamakawa's power first, then professional design is definitely the first fantasy weapon first.

Then he patted his head so that he realized that both the Lion's Heart Sword and Yamakawa's power were imaginary at the moment. And not to mention that the ’Grey Wolf' mercenaries have not met the herders at this moment. Their agent, the 'Card’ mercenaries, is even less visible. In fact, the fact that Buga and Makaro are able to kill God makes this a mere speculation of his own will.

All in all, safety is the first consideration, and then we'll see if we can find an opportunity to make a fortune. Once Brando enters the state, he naturally puts the game's code of conduct on his head, and only then will any Madara, Lizard Man, Goddess Envoy, and Shepherd be worthless opponents to him.

The Messenger of God is a terrible opponent, but that's all. Brando himself had faced three of the twelve shepherds of the herdsmen, defeating two of them, and while the strength of level one hundred and thirty was absent at this moment, his vision and experience remained at that height.

Nor is the angel unbroken.

“The power of Yamakawa?” Antina's black gemstone-like eyes flashed with suspicion, and she asked in a misty way, "What is the power of Yamakawa? ”

“Uh... just remembered a famous treasure in the area. Legend has it that it is in the ruins of the Silver Elf, but no one has ever seen it.” Brando had to find a suitable excuse for his loss, and he could not say that Yamakawa's power was in fact a gold-tagged fantasy weapon that would be brought here later by a god named 'Ekmen’.

He has not yet intended to leave a psychotic assessment in Antina's impression.

But even so, his words aroused dissatisfaction with the nobility. Antitina looked at him with some grudge and sighed, “Lord, isn't this the time to think about it? ”

“Of course.” Brando nodded with a bitter smile: “It was just a moment of distraction. ”

But it was only a lie to himself, how clever and astute Antina was, and she looked at him with suspicion. In the impression of a teenage girl, this clever and cautious young knight would never be distracted by anything irrelevant - Brando seemed to be doing something deliberately all the time, and while everything that seemed to be done seemed irrelevant, it turned out in fact that it was all planned.

Antittina wondered why a man could do this, and the plan was his plan, but Brando seemed to know that something would eventually happen, from the moment he waited relentlessly for the water to the moment he made it.

Such a person is either very confident. Either look forward and see where one thing is going.

Of course, she didn't even think about it. A man can go without a prophet.

Even those royal court stars who belong to Wang Tingli are merely predicting the direction of some major events through the twin twin manipulated lines and cards of fate. No one can predict the future without great detail. In her view, this can be done only by God, but even God has passed away since this era. She obviously did not think that Brando is not from this world at all.

“For a moment?” Antitina frowned slightly and she showed slight dissatisfaction: "Lord, if you don't want to tell me something, I won't ask...”

Brando felt that he was even more unjust than Don, although he had some secrets he could not tell the outsiders, but it was also helpless. Martha, can he talk about these things to outsiders, even if he did, nobody would believe it, just keep the name of a lunatic. He wouldn't do such an inexpensive deal.

He couldn't help but tire of explaining: “That's not true, Miss Antittina...”

But before he had finished speaking, Miss Roman didn't know where to swim back from and promised him in a cheerful way: "I wouldn't ask Brando's secret words! Roman promised! ”

Brando glanced at the guy so hard that if anyone in the world was best equipped to show a fearless appearance, then the businessman's sister would be at the top of the list.

But in the end, he sighed and waved, “Never mind, let's get down to business. At night your tents were tied a little closer to me. Don't take off your fur coat outside. Don't sleep too hard. Understand? ”

Antitina immediately glanced around with alarm: "Why? ”

“We'll talk about it then.” He turned around and immediately saw the businesswoman nodding her head along him, but the expression on her face clearly said ‘I don't care at all’. Brando's eyes squeezed immediately, and he knew the lady's integrity, "Especially you, my Roman lady, you stay awake, don't think I didn't know you were like a pig when you fell asleep, not Lord Martha, and I'm afraid nobody would wake you up. ”

“But the aunt said that women will get old very quickly if they don't go to bed early. ”

“I haven't slept in a few days in Butch, and I haven't seen you die. ”

“But if you sleep at that time, you'll be chased by Madara. ”

“It's the same now.” Brando answered in a bad way.

……

Your hands smell of spice--

Ike distinguishes between the smell of anise, both large and small, from the silver sand coast, and the scent of cinnamon from Goran-Elson, who practiced the relevant olfactory abilities in toxicology and identified spices as just one of them. But the intense scent in the air still stimulates the young man's nasal cavity, making him want to sneeze hard. But at this moment, Ike can't wait to stop even his heart beating. Unfortunately, against his will, his heart still beats bang in his chest.

He kept his mouth shut and tried to keep himself quiet. Even though he was desperate to breathe heavily at this moment, his chest was suffocating and his brain was invaded by a feeling of dizziness, he had to endure it and let the sweat flow down his forehead. He lowered his head and saw sweat dripping down on a snow white sack, forming a dark spot.

“Who are you people? ”

“What are you doing here? ”

Young people can't see the voices, but with familiar sounds, he can tell who is speaking. It was Captain Cabe of the second team, and the guys he knew, "Don't come over ——" he thought, "Don't talk, everybody, turn around and get out of here. Those guys, don't make them suspicious.” He stared at several shadows across the wall, afraid to miss a little detail.

But occasionally he would close his eyes and pray to Lord Martha with piety and pray to Cabe that they would leave immediately.

But he knows that's impossible.

Unless a miracle--

So he prayed for a miracle--

He had always known that his adoptive father, Makaro, had left his men in town just to keep an eye on him. It's more of a surveillance than a care. Apart from Buga and his adoptive father, Cabo was the one who took care of him most in the mercenary corps and his first swordsmanship teacher. He also knew that the man known as "The Wolf" Makaro had always known that he had been hiding in town, and even that he had been sneaking back to the hotel, and they should have known that.

Everybody just doesn't know what to say.

They still treat him like a child, as if Eko was always a little guy who needed someone else's care.

But this time it's different. Those guys, those guys, they're definitely not the 'cards' mercenaries. What's a 'cards' mercenary group? Is he scared of an old rival who's been singing against the stage for years? Why didn't my adoptive father think of that? He couldn't help rubbing his forehead, but this motion went halfway and put his hands down cold.

“Can't let those guys find out. ”

“But Cabe, they're still out there, they're not rivals of those guys. ”

“Those guys are unblinking demons. ”

Ike struggled, and on several occasions he tried to jump out and remind Cabe to turn around and leave immediately. Even though he knew that it would not help him to do anything, the young man's inner feelings for Kaber, who was also a friend, were urging him to do so. This is his duty, but he understands that he has more important responsibilities.

Don't let those guys get away with it.

“What about the young man you're chasing?” Cabe said it again.

Eko's heart pounded.

“Hand over Ike, we've all seen it!” This is another younger voice, more impatient.

Chris, you impulsive bastard!

Ike cursed in his heart, his hands couldn't hold onto his sword, and he couldn't bear to tremble all over his body. Then he heard the familiar laugh, the cold bones like ice needles stabbing on the back ridge.

“Oh, you guys are really with him--”

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