The Amber Sword

The little girl squatted by the body of Eckman - the latter, by comparison, was as tall as a mountain. She pressed her knee with one hand and thumped there for half a day. Eventually, she seemed to find nothing. She could only pull up the bow string of the long shale bow with her finger, then stood up straight and swayed in front of Brando: "Wanna? ”

“Don't you? ”

Alozzori shook his head, of course, and a pair of golden horses shook their tails: “It's no use to me, I'm just looking at something...”

Brando was a little weepy for a while, and his heart said that since you didn't need it, you were consciously away from the body! He couldn't help but feel a little freaked out, but the earth god made the other party kill him, and he didn't have a position to complain, he could only ask with a hint of hope: "No? ”

“What's gone? ”

“Just this bow? ”

“How can that be? There's a lot more. But it didn't really fit my aesthetics, so I was too lazy to touch.” The short girl replied.

That's no reason. Brando defamed his stomach, but he asked, “You haven't answered me. What's so funny about this gold apple? As a token of gratitude, do I seem to have the right to know?” He pointed to the golden fruit in his fingers and asked if he wanted to give it to Freya or Roman, but now he's glad he didn't do it, only genius knows what's on it.

With that in mind, he couldn't help but keep the apple away from the so-called ‘funny stuff' on it.

“Secrets.” The little girl laughed.

“Secrets? ”

Brando had to ask again, and suddenly she saw a slight change in Aloz's face, and suddenly she looked to one side. Then he put his index finger on his lips and made a ‘shush’ move on Brando, "Someone's coming.” She took it seriously and whispered, "Mr. Brando, your adventure was fantastic and I love it. But this time, I came to you on my own initiative. Seriously, it's because something happened in the tribe. Flofa and I have to hurry back. I hope you take care! ”

“Wait.” Brando stunned, and suddenly he thought of a possibility from this little girl's words: Isn't this guy following him all the time? His face got a little strange, but even so Brando didn't lose his instinctive acumen, and he immediately found a loophole in the other person's words: “The clan? Are you...? ”

Aloz nodded with a smile.

Brandoton felt thunderous when he could barely speak. He was neither human nor fond of calling his own things' within the family '. If he remembered correctly, there was only one species of creature in Warnde - the Dragon Nation that no one, including Madara's dead spirit, would like. This is a high-ranking creature, high on a weekday basis, always unreasonable and unreasonable, but famous for its notoriety.

But he didn't realize that he had actually spoken to such a young dragon for half a day. But luckily, at least they weren't in a bad mood to give him lunch, although it was a little late to say so. But Brando also felt that Aloz seemed to feel quite well about him. If there was a dragon as a mountain leaner, Brando couldn't help but get up a little lucky.

This is really Ho De Ho.

“Well, Mr. Brando, those men will be here any minute. I don't want those low-life, stupid things to see, I'm right next to you, don't worry, I won't let them hurt you.” She lifted her toes and patted him on the shoulder as if she were his eldest sister. And then half her body disappeared into the air, and gradually the whole person became transparent and disappeared without a trace.

“Hurt me? So, Minis, do they have to do this? ”

Brando thinks that the person she is talking about should be the Minnesota, the silver elf who has always been arrogant is said to be a low-life, stupid thing, I don't know what to think, it is estimated that the king of the silver elf will come alive when he hears it. But she's quite right, the Dragons are one of the few people in the Vaughn continent today to maintain a more pure bloodline of gold, and from descent alone, they are stronger than their black iron and silver people. Besides, the most perverse thing about the Dragons is that the fertility of this race, though low, is inherently elemental in any of their offspring, which is one of the most remarkable features of the golden bloodline.

But it was too late for Menis.

He complained, walking limply towards the body, thinking that now that he had been looked at by the mafia, he was not afraid to contaminate again. And maybe with luck, it's not necessarily right to have a negative, is it? He picked up the bow first, using a set of attribute interfaces on the retina, and found it to be a long shale bow:

Shale Longbow [Magic], Penetrating Trauma: 25-29, +4 Smart, +2 Power, Startup: Build a Petrified Arrow (Cool Week).

Brando took the bow and was reluctantly satisfied with the property. Although the long shale bow has only a brass label, the property is the general level of level 40 equivalents, the launch property is very useful - the petrified arrow is a magical arrow that few spells can make, the effect of which is to hit the post-petrified enemy - and the degree of petrification depends on the physical condition of the opponent. Generally speaking, an arrow below silver is expected to turn directly into a stone sculpture. Of course, Brando cannot use such a precious petrochemical arrow against an opponent of the black iron class, which is a serious threat even to those upstream of silver and can have an impact even on the middle and lower order of gold.

Especially since Petrochemical Arrows, like other magic arrows, do not fail over time - at least for a short time. So it's stockable for the player, and a lot of archer players had it ready for the Petrified Arrow. Magic arrows don't have to be fired with corresponding bows anyway.

It's just that the long shale bow, albeit pretty good, is still not commensurate with the drop of the Grade 55 BOSS under perfect evaluation. So he couldn't wait to look at the huge body of Eckman, even knowing that Aloz was still around him, but as a player, it was an irrefutable temptation to find his dream equipment from a bunch of unknown falls.

He put the gold apple next to his foot and pulled a necklace from under the body:

Flame Star [Magic], Half Capacity of Fire Elemental Pool, Enhanced Fire Elemental 10.

As soon as Brando saw this necklace, which was also brass, he couldn't help but want to laugh three times, and it seemed that the black hand also had the advantage of the black hand. This is a small item made of fire elements, to put it in the past he hit a BOSS to open this thing, he would probably want to drag TorrentialRain's design team out and beat it, because either half of the fire element pool or a 10% increase in fire spell damage is useless for a warrior, but it's different now. Although the latter attribute is still fictitious to him, it is too important for a waste wood with such inductive elements as him to expand the fire element pool by half.

But the real point is that this necklace opens up a way for him. Brando has been distressed by the fact that his pool of elements is too small, but Flame Star has made him realize - that for a piece of wood like his sensing element, it is perfectly equipped to equip the element. For example, Flame Star, Severe Winter, even the legendary Ashley Kay-Elemental Brooch. With these equipment, the expansion of the elemental pool several times is a simple thing, and even if the elemental sensing power is worse, it can create a qualified elemental transformation.

This is called the talent shortage to be compensated for by equipment.

Brando put away the necklace, but heard a slight chirp behind him. He turned around and found a line of people coming out of the woods, separated by the bushes - Brando couldn't help but look at these people and flashed unconsciously in his heart the phrase 'not the wrongdoers don't come together’. Because the people who came were not others, but the people who pitted him here in Makaro and Buga. Of course, it wasn't just the two of them, and there were seven or eight of them, but the outfit didn't look like a Grey Wolf mercenary.

Brando's eyes focused mainly on the old man between them, who frowned and always felt like he'd seen him there.

But even more than Brando's coincidental surprise, Makaro's and Buga's hearts were shocked —— to say the least. In fact, when they saw Brando, they were stuck, and they recognized the young man, but Brando seemed a little tough at the moment. With a short sword in his hand, he sat with a golden knife, covered in blood, on the body of Eichmann by the god of the earth, and covered himself with blood stains, giving the impression that:

After a tough fight, this guy killed the monster on his own.

You know that Buga and Makaro fought for themselves a few nights ago, and, of course, too much of the earth's god to make Eckman. The strength of the 55-grade BOSS approached the 70-grade monster, and Buga and Makaro were not rivals at all, not to mention the fact that Eckman and Buga's element areas were homologous - and the embarrassment of being homologous was that once they fought, to a large extent, they could only look at the absolute power difference. However, the absolute power difference is obvious, so both sides defeated each other, which led to the Grey Wolf mercenary group's ash smoke extinction.

As a result, Makaro and Buga could not bear to retract forcefully as soon as they saw the body.

This young man...

“It's you!” was Buga's first opening.

“It's you.” Brando looked back at some people, some lazily answering. At the same time, I laughed in my heart, this is called the World Gazette. If Lord Martha arranges for you to meet me here, you will have no choice but to complain about your bad luck. Just kidding, he didn't kill this knife so hard this time. What's his name again? Senior ash-class player, let's go home and grow sweet potatoes.

When he finishes this sentence, he looks at the group in his spare time. So as soon as Buga opened his mouth, an awkward silence--

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