The Amber Sword

The four-headed dragon travels through the darkness, and the faint shadow crosses the valley like running water, when the rider with the head raises his hand high. The knights paused after a sudden moment and turned in a neat and uniform direction, then rolled over to disembark the horse. Brando pressed his sword handle with one hand, his thighs crossed a saddle made of unknown leather, and as he landed on one foot, he heard Roman on one side shaking his body on the back of the dragon hunting and complaining to him vigorously:

“Brando, it's hard to ride this thing ——” the merchant girl frowned with one hand around her neck, saying, “It's not exciting. ”

Brando smiled and walked over to help the lady come down from the back of the dragon hunting, thinking, "How can our Lord Roman go with me if you are not trained?" The dragon hunting, as a two-legged reptile, will twist its spine in the shape of an 'S' as it moves forward, and the rider riding on it will be better off if he does not have specialized training. Otherwise, he would have wasted dozens of experiences learning the technique from the lizard captives.

He used to do it once in the game, and he would step into the same pit again. But the young man looked at his companion not well, and was a little impatient, and replied gently: "Go and rest.” Roman couldn't get involved in the next fight anyway.

“Then I'll go to sleep ——" Roman jumped off his arm and blinked at him: “I'll pray for you, Brando. ”

“In a dream?” Brando asked impatiently.

“Well, in dreams.” The girl nodded seriously, her bright eyes squeezed and turned into an arc, as if she had won a small victory, looking at him and running away - past Rubis coming out of the woods. Brando also smiled in his heart, and what he liked was the merchant girl, who remained optimistic no matter what the adversity, when Roman's first move was deeply appealing to him that night in Butch.

It is undeniable that he inherited Brando's feelings, but the businessman girl conquered him as a modern man.

He took a breath and the cold air immediately penetrated his lungs at night, with some feverish heads gradually calming down. The young man saw the tiger again from the mercenary he had approached and immediately made a 'walk back' gesture to this experienced mercenary captain: “Go back and prepare, the enemy is less than five miles from us! Speed up, over 200 lizards, and I want this experience to stay.” Brando doesn't like to talk too much crap before the war, and it's all clear, it's just a little ambush.

Compared to the past, even a slightly larger team activity is not comparable in the game.

“Experience?” Thunford flipped out of the dragon's back dizzily, capturing only this word, which he didn't quite understand. Tiger Bird looked at this young man and left his mouth open. In fact, he had already seen strange words that popped up from time to time in the large population of his lords. Not just him, but some people who had been with Brando for a little while had actually gotten used to it, and had learned a lot.

“I mean the enemy.” Brando is seriously changing his mouth.

Commander Silver Elf glanced at him and his mouth curled slightly.

Brando's orders were quickly executed...

As soon as the walkers returned to the hillside forests, the youngsters began to set up tactics. Faced with a cluster of enemies at the beginning of Level 20, Brando decided to use the most common method they had used in their past games - splitting and healing. He hid among the woodlands with Tiger Sparrow and Silver Elf Commander, watching the Silver Elf Guard and Mercenaries in turn enter their predetermined positions - as the most professional warriors from the Battle of the Saints, the elves' armor has been sublimated by skilled elf craftsmen and will not hesitate to reflect under the moon. Mercenaries, for the most part, wear lightweight leather armor, and even the armor is painted black, much less worry about it.

Pokémon squatted behind the bushes and pressed their double-headed swords with one hand. For the same concern, the swords were buried with dead leaves. And about thirty feet behind them, the mercenaries tensely flattened the short bow or crossbow in their hands and dared not breathe a sip. In fact, Brando didn't want any casualties in the battle, so he put the Pokémon Guard as a melee, while the mercenaries were only responsible for remotely suppressing and killing.

His subconscious behavior to reduce unit wear and tear fell into the eyes of the new Grey Wolf mercenary and became a thoughtful performance for his subordinates. Though the past 'wolf’ Makaro could also bring them victory one at a time, as commanders of aristocratic origin, their common illness was to regard their subordinate casualty figures as a mere number. In Warnde, where productivity far surpasses that of the medieval era of the planet, the abundance of the population makes manpower always a consumption figure in the eyes of commanders in war.

Brando, however, comes from the game, and as a player, each of their NPC deployments comes in exchange for real gold and silver, some from special assignments; it can be said that each one is difficult to come by and naturally cannot afford to be consumed like cannon ash.

Brando, of course, did not realize that his subconscious move had mobilized the loyalty of the new Grey Wolf mercenaries who had joined him, but he just took the watch out of his arms and estimated the time slightly:

One hour, tops.

He exhaled gently, shaking his body to warm himself up in the cold forests before dawn. But the heart couldn't help but laugh, it was just a small battle, he actually got a little nervous. Since joining Grace's Guild of Divine Armed Forces to fight Madara, that was not a command of three or four regiments. What kind of big scene has he not seen? Even before he crossed the world, he was laughing at the beginners who shrugged their hands, just not expecting one day to behave like a first-time combat recruit.

But if you think about it, you can't help but feel a little bit of accelerated blood flow as you look through a forest full of grey white moonlight. It's certainly not his first battle in the world, but he hasn't hidden in a forest like this all night, just waiting for members of the enemy hostile guild to pass by.

He watches the projection of the dark green numbers on his retina constantly changing. He knew that thing, and in past games they used to call it the distance plug-in, to calculate the punitive value of the method, the distance of the shot, but it didn't seem to be true at this moment. Brando snapped and simply adjusted his attributes and became familiar with them:

Strength 19.4 (+0.1), Smart 10.9 (+1.1), Physical 21.2 (+2), Intelligence 1.1, Will 3.6 (+1), Perception 3.9.

(* Source of attribute in parentheses for equipment, or other means, is included in the total attribute -)

Attributes are infinitely close to silver strength, and Brando is confident that he can enter that field with just one more level. But it is obvious that he is more skilled than the basic attributes. The situation in this world is so much better than in the previous life. The outbreak of white raven swordsmanship and power can be said to be one of the biggest advances against the war department profession in the previous period. Now Brando can hardly imagine how he could survive on just a few basic skills in his last 20 + years, and you know how easy it is for him to confront enemies at the same level with experience and skill. He estimated his true strength, and even if he did not rely on those empirical skills, he could equally reach the level of downstream silver approaching the middle. Of course, if you apply his experience in past games, you can't measure it, facing different enemies - he may even win at the gold level, but for those that are particularly tricky, sometimes experience and skill are of little use.

With that in mind, he suddenly turned back and asked, "Are you guys from Holy Land? ”

Commander Silver Elf looked at him with some vigilance.

“Don't worry, I know your rules. I'm not interested in your Pokémon warfare skills, I'm just asking.” Brando thinks I'm interested, of course, but you don't have enough reputation. You certainly don't give a shit about me.

“Even if I told you, you couldn't learn. The battle skills of the Silver Elves are tailored by my people, man.” Silver Pokémon turned back indifferently.

Brando despised the other person in his heart, thinking that a guy who was ostensibly cold as an iceberg would also speak falsely. If he didn't know, he'd still be there. Unfortunately, the Silver Elf commander didn't know about it. He had learned more than one of the Elves' tactics before. But of course the young man wouldn't say it, just smiling: "Don't be so jealous. You call that Menis, right? You've been through the Saints' War? ”

The Silver Elf glanced at him and did not understand how the topic had turned to the top, but nodded.

“Have you ever studied Dark Warfare? ”

“No,” replied Namenis, nailing down the iron and sweeping Brando cold, his lips moving but still holding on. In fact, there is only one Silver Pokémon who has studied the Dark Warfare technique, which is to enter the Dark Pokémon Corps under the Dark Dragon, but although he thinks Brando is intentionally digging him, the Silver Pokémon commander thought about it and told himself that he had only lost his mind.

Few people in this era should understand some of the secrets of that era.

But that Menis didn't know that Brando was one of the few. Though he didn't even know he was in this state, he was not a ‘person’. After all, there are no two souls in a person's body, and there are strange numbers on the retina. Menis was silent for a while, and suddenly he said, “Do you really want to learn something, human? ”

This time it was Brando's turn to stay, he opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. Do you really want to teach? Are you kidding me?

Brandomine remembers that the Silver Elf's reputation is the hardest...

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