The Amber Sword

It's almost midnight.

Brando couldn't help but recall the plot, which said that one day at midnight, after the plot entered the 'Lizard Bandit', the enemy would carry out its first operation; naturally, the enemy in the refers to the pastoralist side, or the ‘cards' mercenary group in front of the stage -

‘… the sudden onslaught was so fierce that it could be said that each of us was bewitched. The attack starts on the north hill, but most people who flee south will hang up once; because in fact the main force of the monster (the herder) is obviously on the south, well, at least that means Torrentialrain's promise of advanced artificial intelligence isn't just a stump on a piece of paper...’

‘Our response is to save as much as possible the' Grey Wolf 'mercenary regiment from its doomed fate. It is noteworthy that‘ Coyote ’Makaro and Deputy Commander Buga both have extremely strong fighting power, equivalent to about 45lv and 55lv of players, to ensure their survival, which is the most important thing to help you accomplish your task. ’

‘But we have explored another viable solution, which stems from a small discovery that we later made in the east. I think Torrentialrain obviously considered the ability of the players to withstand at this level, so they designed a light altar on the east side of the area...'

‘Our team has discussed how to transport this, but either way. Undoubtedly, as long as you can save the fate of the‘ Grey Wolf 'mercenary regiment, it will surely fall apart. This is perhaps the important condition for this dramatic mission to be 100 percent complete ——’

Brando touched the tip of his nose, which is not so much an offense as a lesson learned. Because of the unique nature of the plot task, he was unable to repeat it, and he used to look at the whole story with a novel mindset - after all, it was exciting to see a group of players actually adventure.

Especially if you use your imagination to make up for the missing lines, that feeling of immersion is one of Brando's favorites.

“But his grandfather, you write a war paper, at least write me the time, the place, the characters! ”

Brando couldn't bear to curse that the guy who wrote the offense seemed to have a bit of a bad habit. Is there really no problem with words like 'one day at midnight’ appearing in a serious lesson summary post?

He didn't feel it before, and now he finds out that derivatism kills people. Of course, at this time, he couldn't have picked that guy up from across the Internet and listened to him say, "Big Husband, Cute Tits," and now he can only use his own experience to make up for the lack of strategy, and the rest is probably just looking up--

And, of course, there's hope —— can the Reddy guy get this over with?

Of course he's not going to pursue 100 percent mission completion. Perfectly accomplished in past games and so-called double mission rewards, but in this real world, what the hell did he look for in the 'system’ to claim the reward?

Why don't you pray silently to the sky, Lord Martha, and smash a pie down?

This is clearly unrealistic.

Brando's intentions were clear, he didn't know where the whole plot was going, and now he remembers, naturally, to revise the plan. Now he has to leave the ‘Grey Wolf' mercenary regiment before the pastoralists attack, and then head to that altar of light to open another branch.

Then he borrowed this line and leveled the Lizard Bandit, and when he got the Sage tablet, he flashed.

As to whether the ’Grey Wolf' mercenary regiment is dead or alive has nothing to do with him, Warnd does not have a hundred or eighty mercenary regiments the size of which perish each year as a result of all kinds of fighting - besides, he does not feel that he currently has the ability to subdue the 'Wolf’ Makaro or Buga.

At least one of them is a great swordsman of level 45, one of them is a catalytic element, and the church of level 56 is a sealed knight - of course, he may not admit it himself. But anyway, Brando can't even think about these two bulls for the time being.

What he is relying on now is to discover a little more potential units for the future, such as Antitina and Tama. Since he can see the future, it is obvious that long-line investments are the way to go for low risk and high returns.

Unfortunately, despite the beauty of the imagination, reality is against wishes. Not to mention that the plan itself was not flawed, but Brando certainly did not take into account sudden-onset situations such as the present one.

He was struggling here, and our Roman sister finally couldn't bear it.

“Brando. ”

She raised a pair of beautiful little eyebrows, poked Brando's back with her fingers, and called again with what she thought was a small voice. Of course, the merchant lady thinks that a very small voice is generally just a wishful thought in terms of her spleen.

Everyone on the site was scared out of the sky by this sudden sound.

In fact, Roman's voice is also not very loud. At most, she has the same voice as her 'normal’ voice. At most, she hastened a little. Only in this silent night, in the silent forest of Liao, was a little sudden.

“Boo... woo. ”

Brando covered the little mouth of the nervous detachment lady and looked back to see that Reddy had stopped and looked to the left and right with vigilance.

Brando was in the mood to strangle Roman at this moment, but of course he wouldn't, because he couldn't resist.

Fortunately, Reddy just seemed nervous for a moment and then turned around and talked back to his peers. Brando was relieved, and then he thought of something and glanced back at Roman.

But the merchant lady still shook her head with impatience and made a loud whining sound. She seemed rather dissatisfied with Brando's approach.

Brando was almost angry at first, but he didn't feel right at once.

Although Roman was more scattered and had the guts to be lawless; he seemed to care nothing, but he knew that the girl, who often laughed like a little fox, was clever inside.

Otherwise, how can you not eat at all?

And he just thought about it, and he saw Tiger Sparrow reach out a big, rough hand to hold his hand. He was slight, which was even more unusual, and as his summons, these Rubis mercenaries rarely acted on their own initiative.

He looked up and saw a strong vigilance in the eyes of a skilled mercenary.

Brando's hand was loose and Roman stopped.

Not just them, but even Reddy over there stopped again, and the gray-haired young man couldn't help but turn around and look over to them.

The forest seems to have calmed down for a while...

Not just human, but even wind stopped.

“What did you hear?” Brando subconsciously asked, knowing that Roman perceived far more than normal people.

The merchant lady glanced at him vertically - then nodded.

Brando's nose moved and his heart bounced - a strange smell in the air. Some stink, but not least a spicy smell, like flipping out of the hot boiling water erupting from those underground volcanoes.

Sulfur smell.

Brando's brain had just flashed through the concept, and the long sword in his hand had been pulled out by a single sound. He didn't even think about it, it was almost an instinctive response.

“Those goddamn black firemen! The bastard who wrote the offense crashed me again. Told you there were black firemen, I would never come to this mess if I were dead! ”

He cursed instantly in his head.

The Black Firemen are subordinate to Mayad, the ‘Mage Lord' under the twelve shepherds of the herdsmen, although they are not the same as the 'Mages’ who play with the bugs. These scum in humans are bastards dealing with those guys in the sulfur river that's flowing with fire!

They're collectively referred to as the guys below!

Simply put.

The demon lords beneath Jorgendigan--

Brando couldn't help but slap his head, and he should have thought that the southern realm of Eruin, close to the barbaric mountains and forests, had always been the traditional territory of the Black Firemen. But his attention has been focused on the tablet of the wise and on the strange ‘Grey Wolf' mercenary regiment. Instead, time forgot about this commonsense thing.

Is this the black under the legendary lights?

But Brando's taboo of these guys doesn't mean how powerful they are. Instead, these bastards and their heartbreaking lunatics, one crazier than the fanatical monk of the Church of Light, were probably close to shouting a knife gun when the war started.

Moreover, the demons locked in chains by the Black Firemen were different, although they were fighting together, but they were pregnant with ghosts. This should have seriously affected combat power, but every creature underground in Jorgendigan possesses all kinds of weird abilities that are defensible.

Besides, advanced believers can absorb the power of demons and merge with the demons they lock in. Brando, that heavy scenario, just spit it out.

Such a monster, one or two, is fine, and much more, God cannot bear it either.

Brando subconsciously wanted to escape immediately. But this thought had just flashed in his head, and there was a whistle in the darkness.

Brando was so familiar with the sound of being reincarnated as a level 130 warrior. He subconsciously shrugged his neck, and he saw a chain of dark whistles flying out of the deep darkness of the forest with spike balls on both ends.

Spike Ball -

“Lord of the Spike Chain.” Brando saw the spike 'la-la-la-la' tear down a bowl of chunky trees, and eventually rubbed Reddy and the young man around him flying by - without causing any harm, apparently freaking those two guys out.

Brando only feels acidic at the root.

In the underground purgatory of Jorgendigan, the Chain Lord is one step higher than the three dogs of Hell and is a demonic creature up to level 29. Previously, he went to the lava pool area at level 30 to practice. He was pretty much sinned by these guys. I didn't expect the 'childhood' shadow to repeat itself today.

But what happened soon left him no time to deal with the acidity of his teeth.

He saw Reddy and the young man turn around and run...

“You brainless fool!” Brando almost jumped up in a hurry. Can a tier 29 stab lord lose a chainball so badly? This is obviously an experiment, and he really knows all about these cunning underneath visitors. He can almost be sure it must be a scout squad across the street.

But I'm afraid Reddy is about to attract the Black Fireman's army.

Of course this guy is dead or alive and he doesn't care, the problem is that now they're in this direction as well.

Brando immediately patted ‘Tiger Sparrow' on the shoulder, barely screaming in a hissing voice: "Go get those two boys! Drag it back! ”

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