The Amber Sword

The mercenary captain noticed Brando's move and glanced: "My lord? ”

“I went around behind it.” Brando interrupted his words, answering.

Though the Ghost Knight is a dead spirit, wisdom has come closer to normal human beings. It's not going to stay here and let these punchy rats drag him to death, and it's going to retreat decisively as long as there's about a tenth of his life left. But of course Brando won't allow the ducks to fly.

“No, that's too dangerous.” Tiger beam, he guessed about what Brando was going to do, busily stopping: “I'll do it for you. ”

“You know what I'm going to do?” Brando asks back. In fact, he didn't want to do it either. Although he had his own hands on every such wretched ending in the past, it was intolerable to know that the other was a Ghost Knight, and that even a little mistake in the world was intolerable.

It's not as simple as hanging a tier one, it's losing your life. Anyone facing such a situation will probably be nervous and jumpy.

His only dependence is on his indomitable talents, and if he protects his heart and head, he can at least make sure he doesn't hang like a passers-by - at least write a will.

“You can tell me what to do, Lord," replied the mercenary captain, "after all, we are your men, you do not have to bow. ”

“I'd like to save time, too," Brando laughed and took out the rope before: “But unfortunately, you can't learn this. ”

“What is it?”

“Do you know alchemy? ”

The middle-aged mercenary couldn't help but turn a white eye.

……

The battle did not come to an end so quickly, and the Ghost Knight's defenses ranked high among the Lv35 Elite and even Lv40 Monsters. Needless to say, the Fluorescent Spirit Armor could block most attacks.

The four-armed crossbow used by soldiers in the army to provide black iron power is widely spread among mercenaries, although it is prohibited, but nobles in most areas simply turn a blind eye. But the power of this crossbow, which can only be hung by those with five or more levels of power, is appalling in the eyes of ordinary people, but it's almost as itchy for a Phantom Knight.

Effective damage can only be done by occasionally hitting a crossbow in a critical area, but only a few points at most. Not to mention, the Ghost Knight is not a wooden stake. Although its ingenuity has declined dramatically within the limits of the altar and is bound by wind and arrows, the power gap is there, and it is extremely flexible to avoid it.

This has yet to calculate the 40% chance of physical attack loss to the Spirit.

But Brando is not in a hurry, Tiger Bird still has four ice crack arrows and six wind arrows, plus the remaining duration can last at least 10 minutes, more than 10 minutes, and the siege of more than a dozen black iron midstream power mercenaries, it is estimated that the Lv35 BOSS can also shed the next layer of skin.

Not to mention a little elite.

When Brando rides the Ghost Knight and focuses all his attention on the beneficial physical and mental activity of the groundhog, he quietly circles around a large circle into the woods behind him, not far from almost half the playground. A little closer to that dead spirit might detect it, and he couldn't stand the drop in the accuracy of the bow and arrow.

After all, he's not the 130-level fighter who shot you in the right eye a few hundred meters away.

But he didn't come here to put a cold arrow in the back, which might work, but it didn't work. Unless he has reached the silver stage, and has learned a skill in archery, it is possible that an arrow strikes out and takes the Ghost Knight 10% of his life and takes it for a second or something.

But obviously not now.

He looked at the battlefield not far away, and the heat of the battlefield there contrasted sharply with the silence here. Brando took a deep breath, separated the bushes on the ground, and drew an alchemy matrix on the sand with a long sword.

If Tamar knew that his previous advice would be in vain here, because Brando drew another energy injection matrix, and then another blood-refining matrix, obviously, he was already going to expand this access control technique.

Then he threw the rope into the center of the battle, and then he threw in the crystal of the soul he got from the intermediate corpse witch in Lidenburg. To be honest, he's a little heartbroken, and the soul of the intermediate corpse witch is not so easy to get at this time, especially since Madara has now made peace with Eruin, and the next war doesn't know how many years to wait - and he really doesn't want to waste this precious material if he doesn't have a better alternative at hand.

Of course, life is more important than that.

He turned his sword and cut his finger, a drop of blood falling into the formation and his heart suddenly contracted. Brando immediately felt his life brushed off more than a third exaggerated, and the higher the material, the greater the demand for energy, he was surprised, although he had anticipated it.

He had to smile silly, thinking that the only ingredient in his hand was not the heart of a dragon, otherwise he had to be sucked into adulthood. Of course, this is just to think, if there really is a Dragon's Heart, he simply can't stop looking for His Majesty the Emperor of Cruz for a King of the Principality.

But when he thought of the rare material, he couldn't help but jump and think of the thing he had been carrying in his backpack. He couldn't help but unconsciously open his backpack and look at it, and a glimpse of the golden light in the young man's eyes, it was like life beating at a glance —— very rhythmic, like a heart.

Brando took a breath, and that's the secret he didn't tell anyone. Without him, because it's so important, of course, he's almost certain who put this thing in there, he just doesn't understand that it's just a one-sided cause, and the other party doesn't seem to have that reason to do it?

What's the motive?

Framed or tested?

Brando couldn't be happier when he thought about it, and to be honest, it meant a lot to some people, but it didn't do him much good. He has four more levels to unlock the second talent, but he already has goals, not this thing. He thought about it, or he didn't have a clue, so he quickly returned to reality.

His biggest problem at the moment is the Ghost Knight, and the rest of the things are still in the air.

He took a look at the finished alchemy in the matrix, which was originally a normal rope, but now it's all black and dark, and there's always a dark light coming out. This thing looks like an IMBA, and it's a little bit like a bundle of fairy cords —— of course, in color, it's probably going to change its name to a bundle of fairy cords that glitter in a bunch of reality novels.

Brando made a mockery of himself, knowing that it was actually a crude alchemy that he couldn't do any more crude, and he simply injected energy into his soul crystal into the rope. But what made him cry was that the raw materials were a little bit superior, and that's why it made this common rope so virtuous.

He wanted Tama to know that he was such a violent creature that he would probably give it to him with a soul walker.

Oh, right. In this history, the future master of alchemy has not yet refined into the sickle known as the demigod, and Brando immediately realizes this and corrects his thoughts.

He picked up the rope and looked at the other side of the battlefield, waiting quietly for the moment when the battle was over.

……

The Ghost Knight is wasting his time, and his Ghost Gun initially hit several people - but that's just a hangover from wind pressure. Soon, however, mercenaries became more cautious, and the fierce spirit immediately revealed the nature of its paper tiger.

Though fearless, dead creatures are becoming somewhat impatient. Especially the Evil Spirit Ride, which it sat on, couldn't bear to lift and drop its hooves.

In the face of this scene, Tiger Bird initially had some concerns. He was mainly worried that the Ghost Knight would take another thousand strikes, but the guy endured well after eating a dark loss, after all, one more strike might take him away directly.

The Ghost Knight is computationally capable and naturally does not make such low-level mistakes.

Of course, it's just that it may not understand that it's been making another low-level mistake.

The mercenary captain fired the last ice crack arrow, and after nearly 10 minutes of fighting, the Ghost Knight finally lost its hold, making a clicking noise in his upper body, almost covered by a thick layer of frost, before starting to retreat.

This spiritual retreat was extremely fast, almost beyond everyone's imagination. They would have thought that with so many ice crack targets, they would at least have a slight limitation on their ability to move, but it did seem like it was just a little bit.

Tiger Bird reacted quickly, and he immediately replenished a wind-bound arrow - unfortunately, it didn't do much good.

The mercenaries shouted and some were ready to catch up, but the tiger immediately stopped them. Just kidding. Catch up. If the Ghost Knight kills a Horseback Gun, they're not gonna tell the whole story here.

If Brando hangs up, it's a long story.

The tiger stared into the forest, and he knew that the mysterious lord would come up with something at this time. Unconsciously, these mercenaries have created a trust in Brando who summoned them.

But it does.

Two silver glittering arrows appear in the dark forest, like two white lines stretching forward against a black background ——

So conspicuous.

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