The Amber Sword

Brando ignored the spoiled aristocratic gold and looked up carefully at the direction of the black-pressed wolves. Ward's men backed away, and the black wolves turned stupid.

It was only a moment before these beasts came up - and eleven black wolf lords roamed the distance like sharks in the black tide, and Brando saw that they were driving their own kind forward with the intention of surrounding them.

Brando was welcome, and initially, for less visibility, he hid the summoned windy spider in the woods on one side. But at this moment, more than 200 golden light spots immediately rose as dense as bombers from the forest, emptying and diving towards the black wolves, each diving being a golden column of light.

Brando did not retain his firepower this time, he emptied the entire attack directly, and more than a hundred light columns flashed in the night, each flashing turning several black wolves into ashes.

He looked faceless and saw the number of experiences on the retina flowing down like a waterfall, looking spectacular, but actually not much.

It's just that the origins of these experiences are actually on the battlefield, which is kind of appalling.

When the golden columns were most dense, they were almost woven into a mesh, and under Brando's command, the mesh stretched a little backwards and backwards. All the black wolves passing through the golden mesh immediately burned into a bright fire. At one time, the lights in the wolves rose and fell, and finally became a dazzling white spot.

The burning black wolf continued to advance, but with a few steps of inertia, it became an asphalt-like combustion, and countless black wolves repeated the process, and the optical net flashed slightly before disappearing.

The whole process lasted but a blinking moment.

And the next moment Ward stood at the same time as his half-man, the half-man elders guard who had seen the fiercest battles in the Black Forest, and they had even fought with the dragons, but this time they couldn't help but breathe in a cold breath.

stretching forward by nearly a hundred feet from where they stood --

The black wolf swarm, which was as dense as the original tide, was endless, leaving nothing but empty, scorching ashes.

As though it were just a breathing time, hundreds of black wolves would fly out of smoke, and even in the distance, black wolves as monsters would be deterred by this terrible offense and become hesitant.

5250 points of experience.

Brando didn't move, he paid two spots again to fill the holy sword, and the wind spider brightened up in the middle of the sky - seemingly waiting for the next move of more than a dozen black wolf lords.

But the black wolf still wandered.

“Hurry up!” Brando hears Walt commanding his men loudly in the distance, and indeed, this is a rare moment.

But Brando wasn't going to achieve that.

He raised his head and his eyes crossed a black wave outside the limits of his vision, a fog-ridden area on the battlefield.

Around him, Queenie, the elf chief, looked in that direction...

“There's a wolf.” Quinn said.

Brando nodded, and the reaction of the wolves made no difference. He didn't use jihadist swordsmanship to open a passage in a black wolf tide-like offense - that was the task of Paramount Elder Ward - but to see how the wolves reacted.

But the Black Wolf reacted fairly ‘reasonably’.

But Brando understood that the real monsters were not, and that they were magically distorted creatures, especially low-level monsters such as the Black Wolf, who were fierce and irrational, and who would never retreat from being attacked - rather than treating them as an individual, as a whole.

Wounded black wolves can only be more violent.

But they retreated.

This suggests that the black wolf is intentionally avoiding harm - and this can only be done if the male wolf, the head wolf in the wolf herd, is consciously ordering the wolf herd to reduce its losses precisely because it has the intelligence of an adult human being.

But this sensible reaction revealed the existence of a king among the wolves.

Just a moment later.

Suddenly there was a long wolf howl on the battlefield with the fog on it in the night. This was a different name from the average black wolf, loud and awesome, as if it were announcing something.

“It found out we found it.” Quinnier's face changed and he took off his long bow and whispered.

The black wolves began to flourish...

Brando nodded again, and the beast was cunning, guessing his intentions. This feeling is a little creepy, especially when you know that an animal is as intelligent as you are, counting on biting your throat.

Makes you unbearably feel like you have cold hair standing up behind you.

At least Brando sees Caglis, who's always fearless around him, change his face: “Is a beast that smart?” This aristocratic young man from the Mintai region cannot help but question.

The Tree Elf leader put his finger up against a silent gesture: "Shh.”

“That's a wolf, don't question its prestige, be careful it slits your throat in your sleep.” The Tree Elf whispered.

This time it wasn't just Caglis, this weird tone of voice that got him around both Jenos and Roland in a cold war.

Brando saw the scene, but it wasn't funny.

That's the Coyote.

In the Black Forest, there has been a legend:

Every hundred years, every bi-monthly glow - a year of tidal rejuvenation, during which young wolves born under the red moonlight eat their brothers and sisters, their parents, and then grow into giant wolves stronger, brilliant and more cunning and ferocious than ordinary wolves.

Male wolf.

Yet another legend mentions that the male wolf is the spouse of the wolf's scourge, Esis. They mate after the summer, and future generations walk like human beings, the night shadow, a scourge that has not been eradicated for a thousand years in the black forest.

Either way, it paints a colorful picture of the wolf's cunning and ferocious nature.

And that's exactly what happened...

Brando looked at the foggy battlefield and looked at it like it was going to penetrate the fog.

“Antina.” Then he said.

“Hmm?” The aristocratic girl took a breath and turned back and looked a little pale.

Antitina seemed nervous, and the low roar around her made her almost impossible to hear her heartbeat - surrounded by an endless wave of black wolves in the middle, as if it were a leaf boat in shock and terror, and could be overthrown by a wave at any moment.

In fact, all of us are almost there, and those young people don't look so good to see there either.

Besides, there is a burning smell in the air, and this noble lady from Prague can't help but nauseously resent her stomach when she thinks about how this smell came about.

But she held on to her vomiting desire, dragged her own skirt with one hand to avoid getting dirty things, followed Brando in a few steps and asked, "My lord, what is it? ”

“I think you have my refined potion, don't you? ”

“Yes.”

“Give me the gray one. ”

Antitina sniffed that she immediately opened a small purse in her waist, and Brando saw that the forest seeds of medicine were neatly at least inside, carefully categorized, he couldn't bear to raise his eyebrows, at least he couldn't do it himself.

Even if he was once a Class 130 veteran, Brando was still used to putting all the potion together randomly, as if there was a surprise when he took it out.

But most of the time in the game, you get the wrong bottle of medicine, which is fatal, especially when you want to find a bottle of No. 7 holy water when your life is in danger, and you turn it over for half a day and take out a bottle of tomato sauce.

You know how embarrassing that is.

But this illness has accompanied him for years, and Brando has never been willing to change, but now he finds himself with at least one assistant who can help him change that.

Antitina pulled out the third tube from the left, and the whole process lasted no more than a second, and the bottle was delivered to Brando.

“Antina.” Brando took the medicine and couldn't help but say.

“Hmm?” The aristocratic maiden froze slightly.

“I think compared to Dia,” he pulled out the cork from the tube and replied, "You and Flo are more like sisters —— but who's the sister and who's the sister? ”

Antitina glanced at him, but did not forget to fasten the purse carefully.

Brando looked up at the battlefield - and the fog seemed to have become more intense - as if endless black paint, wild beasts with red eyes were gushing out of the fog, and they began to approach again, and the situation on the battlefield was changing.

Is this wolf swarm a fog in front of you?

Brando knows that every male wolf has a unique name and unique abilities. Legendary male wolf fog howls can travel in the fog, taking the lives of travelers who have lost their way in the fog.

He frowned, and the natural male wolf was the hardest to deal with, and he was more willing to deal with the physics department than he was. Blood claws and frost bites, for example, are much simpler.

Too bad.

Brando scolded, and the cunning of the werewolves was unexpected. I didn't expect the Druids to make such a big position on the front, or didn't attract the two werewolves together, and even the opposite one of them looked very hard.

That's a male wolf.

The demon of the elements.

The fog is getting thicker and thicker, not just Brando, but everyone else has noticed it. Young people don't talk about it anymore, and strange changes in the surroundings make them nervous.

The Eruin envoy was also a little closer behind, and Brando could see those knights in blue armour approaching them through the fog.

He drank all the turbid grey liquid from the tube in his hand.

It's an eagle eye medicine that can increase the perceived properties of 20 energy levels in vision within an hour. It's made of eagle feathers and magic ferns. Both materials are priced for cabbage in the Green Tower, but the medicine itself is extremely useful, and Brando has made a lot of backups.

As soon as Brando drank the medicine, he felt his vision clear, as if the fog had faded into transparency, and he turned around and immediately saw a shadow the size of a mountain in the north.

“Shit,” Brando scolded. “That was quick. ”

He immediately raised his hand to show everyone - especially the half-man guards in front - to slow down. It makes no sense to accelerate out of here at this time, and if we don't kill the wolves, none of them will have a chance.

Weirdly calmed down around.

Then a sudden scream broke this brief silence--

That was the cry of man before he died.

……

(PS: Second, besides —— Rumor: A pit king is said to have reprinted, haha...)