The Amber Sword

The animal has a proverb called ‘Orsatrzzmasok’, which means that the animal at the end of the road also has a fighting power. In Chinese, the rabbit rushes and bites people. Brando thought it was appropriate to describe his situation, but it was limited to the first half, because the difference was that now he wanted to bite and couldn't bite. There is room for Platinum, but Brando himself can no longer sustain it.

As the saying goes, self-inflicted sin is not viable. He fought on a Platinum Warrior before, without considering the conversion relationship between body and extreme ingenuity and force tolerance in the game. To be honest, this is not his fault, because it is difficult for a low-level player in the game to gain more strength than his own pets, so when the warrior erupts with 1320 energy levels of ingenuity, the limit speed of one horse exceeds twenty-five times the speed of sound in an instant —— passing through a conical ripple, Brando's instantaneous overload and air resistance is like a fly crashing into a piece of tempered glass at a rate of 10 km per second.

Although Brando's perceptions five times more than ordinary people's can make him react within a few tenths of a second to his own perceived mistake, it was a little late, and the platinum horse jumped by nearly sixteen miles, so fast that the horror constituted an unnatural, glorious bright silver light belt in the forest. But Brando also saw his life brush brushed to the brink, blood penetrated through his mouth, nose and ears, his viscera completely damaged, his life crossed the alert line and immediately went into a state of weakness, Brando coughed up a breath of blood, the only thing that thanked him was that he hadn't died yet.

It's also because he has nearly twenty times more physique than a normal person, and strong muscle regeneration and protective properties have not completely damaged his gut. The wound, if it had only crossed his path, was expected to be dead by now, but with the resilient self-defense that he had gained from his high health, he believed that it would be all right to repair it for some time after the war.

But here are two questions.

The first is that he doesn't have time to rest.

The second is that the earth god would never give him this time to rest.

Fighting continues. The Earth God makes the dragon one step above the ten steps of mankind, even though it is huge and clumsy in shape and has one of the lowest speeds in the Lv60 organism, yet it also possesses nearly 200 energy levels of basic ingenuity. More than a dozen miles apart, but it only takes eight or nine seconds to catch up again.

Brando was in a hurry to find only one way not to let the Platinum Warriors sit down and lure each other away, even as they prepared to abandon their cards and enter the graveyard. He looked up and looked at the position of the sun, which was very close to the preset spot - although it seemed like a half-day's journey at first, it was because there was plenty of time and there was no way to take care of Antina and Roman, ordinary people, compared to what he had done before with Ackerman running away and running at full speed. Don't look back and forth for a few minutes, and turn again and again, but even so, it's almost 50 or 60 miles south into the hills. Throughout the process, Brando now remembers a cold sweat.

The 560-mile retroactive equates to a half-strength recovery for the Silver Pokémon Guard, that is, to the level of a golden midstream. Twenty golden midstream fighters against a 60-grade BOSS is enough. So all he has to do now is delay as much as possible. When the fighting is over, Menis will be here at full speed, and at their speed it will take about 10 minutes to get there.

That means he has at least 30 minutes to stick around.

It took Brando about a second or two to crudely examine his plan, discover no obvious flaws, and then roll over and pat each other's long metal cheeks - a mechanical creature that seemed to be the creation of the gods, precise, sturdy, as if he was never tired and unharmed by several attacks by the gods of the earth. Best practitioner of his plan.

But losing his horse of war would also deprive him of the ability to continue to flee, which would be tantamount to quenching thirst. Unlike judging in past games, Brando gambles with his life, and his heart beats uncontrollably and rapidly.

But even so, he gave the decisive order: "BMW Silver! Go!" Shouting his temporary name for the horse pet, he always pointed out on the road - as for the details of the order, it was the summoning creature that could be complemented by the brain. The Platinum Warrior is not a natural creature, and naturally has no fear. He looks up at Brando with ruby eyes - just to confirm the order. Then he turned around, and one turned around and disappeared into the jungle.

Brando just pressed his chest and took a gentle breath of pain.

He took out the card of the Platinum Warrior and listened to it in that direction in the forest. Not for a moment, the earth god sent the roar of Axelman from the same direction, shocking a bird.

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As long as you're not really in madness, you'll always feel cold.

Yukherkir, like a red-eyed gambler, filled his men into battle in the ruins of the Great Temple of the Balogon, but it seemed like a bottomless hole. Though at first it seemed as if Blessed Spirit had divided its own people to besiege each other's rear, the battle once improved, the other lost its remote cover, and its lizard crossbowmen were gradually assembling. Under each other, the Silver Pokémon quickly abandoned their front-line positions, and the battle gradually deepened into the battle for every street and alley inside the Great Temple.

But the good news is over.

The Pokémon started a backlash and retreated. They lost a comrade, but what stunned Yukherkir was the instant the body of the silver elf fell into white light and went in a direction to the south. That direction is so familiar —— the King's Cemetery of the Silver Elves.

For the first time, the Lizard Commander questioned the origins of these silver elves, but after a while, he found himself without such an opportunity.

A large group of lizards sent to the rear of the battlefield have so far been silent, waiting for a high flag in the direction of the festival hall. Instead, their morale dropped dramatically, and the original smooth offense was one, while the Silver Pokémon took the opportunity to fight back and reclaim an outer wall. Yukherkir exhaled blood, but there was nothing he could do. At least it had started to attack, and the power of man gradually began to develop.

But as it prepares to expand further, it turns around and finds itself surprised that there are no more reserves. That feeling, like a crazy gambler turning back to grab his chips, finds himself dispossessed, and yet all the chips that had otherwise belonged to him are now on the table, but the balance of the war has slowly begun to tilt.

Twenty Silver Pokémon remain as solid as a Great Wall of Steel, immobilized in an inky green tide.

Yukherkir felt cold at one point.

But Yukhil is at least one of the smarter brains than the other brains that haven't evolved completely. It considers the immediate consequences of the whole thing - primarily, of course. So he immediately called his deputy and said, "Let the lieutenant on the front line push it further, let the front line move forward. ”

“Boss, are we going to launch the main offensive?” The green-skinned, pointy-mouthed deputy asked.

“No.” Youhkir shook his head: “We're ready to retreat, just us. ”

“But those brothers...”

“Forget them, it's not that much now," the Lizard Bandit shook his head helplessly, holding the sparkling necklace with his three dry fingers. "With this thing, we can re-enter the area with the help of the herdsman. I think I've figured out where those silver elves are coming from, and I'll be ready next time. ”

“But we just left without notifying Conrad?” The deputy asked.

Yukherkir hesitated a little, but shook his head immediately: “Don't worry, the guy is an envoy (*) and even without us, he's enough to protect himself.” It adds viciously in its heart that it doesn't matter if there is a problem. But Conrad was really dying in the area where he was responsible, and he couldn't eat and walk, so he had to get a little tangled up for a while.

(* Within the pastoralist, members of the pastoralist who cooperate with and order the action of the Divine Envoy are referred to as‘ envoys’ and members carrying the blood of the Divine are referred to as cultivators or experimenters.

Thinking about it, the lizard man couldn't help but look up at the battle scene, although the lizard man apparently maintained his offense and his casualties were less than 20%. But the Silver Pokémon showed no signs of being unsustainable. Instead, they were constantly causing casualties for the lizards, and the bandits had little discipline. Yukhil believed that once the casualties exceeded 30% or the fighting lasted more than 20 minutes, the bastards would soon collapse.

When it does, it just wants to escape, and it has to look at each other's moods.

Yukherkir's sophisticated gaze accumulated in Kruz's long-standing resistance to the Empire. In his homeland, the lizards, as slaves of the Krutz, fought sporadically against each other for centuries, and Yukherkir was one of them - although he did it more like a bandit. But it is the bandits who become more confident in their intuition of danger.

……

In fact, the fighting lasted only thirty-two minutes.

The Silver Elf commander, who had centuries of command experience, seized the opportunity decisively when he sensed that some strange emotion had emerged from the rear of the Lizard Army and had begun to shake the front line of the attack. Once again, he blew the Longhorn Longhorn, and the Elf warriors gathered their final strength to strike again, and the Lizard Man's powerless crossbow bounced apart on their armor. Twenty warriors stood side by side as if they were moving a wall.

The lizard man collapsed.

The inky green tide began to retreat back, and then the first-level command collapsed, but when they eventually discovered that Yukhil was gone, the retreat evolved into a real failure. Menis had his men hunting hundreds of meters, but the lizards screamed and trampled on each other and headed toward the forest toward the hamster.

Looking in the direction of the ruins, as if it were a scattered green cockroach, apart from the corpses, it quickly escaped, leaving people staring. If Brando was here, he would definitely have fun with these elf fighters:

The enemy is moving in too fast, and our troops are not looking at the dust--

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