The Amber Sword

Almost an hour has passed since we entered the forest.

The sound of bows and arrows came from the woods, and soon the mercenaries shouted and dragged several bodies out of the grass —— big, pale yellow creatures with tumors all over them, their heads like a giant malignant tumor, with no nostrils or eyes visible from the smooth surface, like a lack of five officials. But thousands of olfactory and auditory organs are hidden beneath the leather pleats, allowing them to be hundreds of times more sensitive than humans in dark or even dark underground environments - but the mercenaries soon discovered that the creatures were dead and that the arrows only caused surface injuries to them, but each of the cavemen had a fatal wound to their chest.

Some injuries are front-to-back, some front-to-back, and the wounds are burnt black, all through the wound. As if someone had stabbed a big hole in the chest with thunder, a handful of mercenaries recognized this particular wound made by the 'dragon cavalry', who turned those disgusting creatures over and looked back in awe at the young man who slowly walked over on the horse.

Brando stood high and looked closely at these cavemen, like sharks, opening their big mouths full of delicate teeth, and the blood they spilled from the corners of their mouths was pale green, unlike warm-blooded creatures on the surface -- the creatures that lived in the lowest layers of Chogan's root were actually lizards, and if they could, Brando would prefer to surround these bandits from the underground world in the winter, who, by convention, would shrink their range of motion during the cold season. It was unfortunate that he was not allowed to do so at a pressing time, and that the weather was already turning cold, not the best, but at least not the worst. At his behest, the mercenary manipulated the cavemen, who had been dead for many years, so that he could see the monster grasping the stiff paws of the spear.

“It's the lower layers of caveman society,” Tiger Bird looked at the bodies and replied, “It looks like they left the elite in the inner circle of the line of defense, and the more we went in, the more resistance we encountered. ”

Brando nodded, but he didn't say it was actually good news. Gradually enhanced by the inner biological hierarchy, this has been a relatively natural monster distribution posture in the past in the Amber Sword, as in most traditional games. This suggests that these cavemen have not yet formed a fully fledged military organization; simply put, they are not an army, but a tribe, or in some other way, a caveman colony.

One of his biggest fears before the attack was that the cavemen trapped in the Bear Forest were a military organization of cavemen coming from the underground world to the surface world, possibly part of a plan to invade the surface of a large clan or even an underground city, which was not uncommon in Warnde. Sometimes the inhabitants of the underground also spy on the resources of the Earth's world, and while the resources underground are much richer, the victories and disadvantages are even more brutal. Another possibility is that this caveman's army has failed in the underground world and fled to the ground world to perpetuate its asthma, but both are much better dealt with than loose tribes.

A common monster area.

Brando has a heart for the cavemen in this forest. At present, they have identified these bodies as inferior cavemen in the outermost periphery serving as scouts, and possibly also cavemen fighters and ‘Kamulu’, who in their underground language mean ‘warriors’. The players used to call them elite cavemen, characters like sergeants, with the power of the Black Iron Peak. Apart from sacrifice, it can be said that cavemen are the strongest fighters.

But it wasn't enough for him.

The mercenaries quickly sieved the area like a net and found more than twenty bodies in total, in line with the experience Brando had gained. The bodies showed that most of the cavemen who had been attacked had not been able to react, and that their lives had burned out in a very brief moment under the attack of silver scale forces. The wind spider comes from the wind element surface - the storm stops, and although its own strength is less than black iron, its ability to control the flow of air is unparalleled, and is undoubtedly a natural rival to the caveman who relies on smell and hearing to distinguish the danger.

The eyes scattered around the forest were then pulled out one by one, and Brando and his hundreds of mercenaries led by the three great commanders of Utah, Vern and Kronsia marched more smoothly in the jungle than imagined - hundreds of warriors cautiously marching between the quiet afternoon woods, stepping on those bright green ferns to make a sandy sound, and even some of them were surprised to notice that the dead branches had been broken. But fortunately, when the warriors raised their heads nervously -- only some bird birds that could not be named were seen flying from the woods with wings.

But magicians protected in the crowd are even more incredible than warriors and swordsmen. As is customary, they must be the first target of those cold-gun arrows - anyone who understands the importance of a magician on the battlefield. However, for those who are the highest but have the status of formal wizards, or even most apprentice practitioners, their ability to defend themselves is disproportionate to the value they show on the battlefield, just as they themselves understand that they are one of their favorite targets of reprisal.

Another target is commanders in the army, but is often not as easy to obtain as lower-ranking impostors.

As a result, these mercenary magicians have become accustomed to being attacked; raids, sneak attacks, and cold arrows, especially in jungle fighting, are common practice, with almost everyone experiencing injuries and many seeing their companions die in front of them, even on the brink of life and death themselves. But it's nothing compared to the weirdness of what happened today, the rumours that the scourge of the cavemen seems to have disappeared, and watching the sun after noon spill through the gap between the leaves between these silent woods, and these magicians even wonder if this is a public tour or something?

But of course not, they all saw the bodies of the cavemen before.

All of this can only be attributed to the magic of that young lord, more rumoured to be a high-ranking summoner and possibly beyond the boundaries between gold and silver. For a wizard, however, since this mysterious technique was taught to mortals by the people of silver, respect for the strong has become a deep-rooted habit - not to mention the fact that his men and Charles, two gold-class wizards, have been privately referred to by the wizards of mercenaries as a two-man parliament. Because, in the custom of the Buga artisan wizard, the wizard council symbolizes the power of authority and leadership - so Brando's prestige is unwittingly established among these practitioners.

But when Brando watched mercenaries with long swords, tridges, or long bows, shields, and canes habitually split into teams, he had no sense of accomplishment at all. Though the wind spider has produced stunning results, it's not all for nothing, he silently calculates the consumption of spells: almost an hour has passed since he entered the forest, consuming 13 points of ground just to keep the sword card and an attack full. He checked his elemental reserves. At this point, the 32-grade pool of elemental elements was empty and there were only 7 left.

Brando frowned and immediately sent someone to call the guide.

The dressed man came to him and raised his head to see that the young man was not looking well. He thought he had done something wrong to upset the other party. Some of them asked anxiously: "Sir, what is it? ”

“How much longer?” Brando asked somewhat anxiously. In five minutes, he will have to give up the next maintenance charge to return the Sword card to his podium, because he will have to set aside the cost of presenting the card again, and the real battle will last until night or even early morning.

After listening, the guide relieved himself: "Be right there, my lord, you can see through the woods. The sawmill was built in the valley, and I --” He didn't finish his speech, and there was a grunt in front of him, which was a scheduled signal, and Brando raised his head and immediately saw the mercenary in front of him stop, squatting down. And he saw the soldiers on the edge of the woods looking back in that direction and giving him a gesture.

Brando recognized the gesture-- found the enemy.

However, the Windy Spider has not reacted, nor has it produced empirical cues, indicating that the number of enemies may not be sufficient for the Dragon Cavalry system to be able to kill a single shot - so he fell down in his second order of command. Brando flashed slightly and immediately turned his horse over and walked in that direction. Seeing his lords disembark, Utah, Vern and Kronsia in the back also looked down at the horses and climbed up, followed by Tiger Sparrow, Sy and Roman. As for the merchant, the young lady did not have a little caution in her eyes, but rather was filled with cautious curiosity.

The woods became sparse, and Brando quickly arrived at the edge of the woodlands.

“My Lord!” The mercenary, noting that Brando approached him and shouted respectfully, looked back and saw his past commander, Kronsia, nodded at himself.

Brando didn't say a word, and the woods formed a slope in front of him, below which the harvest in Cold Cedar City, the valley mentioned in the guide, was built by the river. Originally there was only one open space and a few wooden houses, and there was a larger sawmill, but now it's obvious that the cavemen have changed their appearance to a fortress. They use stone and wood to walk out of the wall along the beach barrier, and they also pile up lookout towers. The earth stone pile behind the barrier is rare, and Brando dots a little, inferring that there are probably more than 200 cavemen living there.

“So much, so tricky.” The red-haired female mercenary leader looked back and frowned. She looked at Brando and was afraid that the latter would order them to forcibly attack.

But Brando looked at several teams of cavemen patrolling along the beach, each led by a dark red caveman. Those are Muruk, and if they attack each other, they will probably shrink into the fortress, wasting the advantage of the raid for nothing. He looked back at Antina and the tiger, and said, "What do you think? ”

“Use our old mercenary methods.” Tiger Bird replied.

“The old way? ”

Brando raised his head. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)