The Amber Sword

The fog surrounded the mountains, and after the fighting, there was an unusual tranquility in the forest.

Hundreds and a half of the horses were scattered between the woodlands for a brief rest after the battle was under way. Almost everyone from Eruin was wounded and the elves were not able to get there. After killing a bloody path from thousands of wolves, everyone felt a fatigue from the depths of their bones.

This exhaustion is like a pair of dying claws grabbing your nerves and dragging you into a sleepy abyss. No one dares not fight even if they fight in the upper and lower eyelids.

Brando sat on a dead tree that fell across the floor - a broken tree that was no longer known to have been the product of that era, with empty trunks growing on dense layers of moss and a string of mushrooms underneath - and one hand covering his wounded cheek, biting his teeth to allow Merliah to perform healing prayers on herself, despite the pain.

Fortunately, the cure was as powerful as it was in the game, and Brando felt a slight itch in the wound, but soon healed and lost his pain.

However, fatigue due to excessive blood loss still persists, and therapeutic techniques can accelerate metabolism, but not generate energy empty-handed.

Merliah finished her last spell and took a small piece of dry food out of the bag and handed it over: "Eat something, Mr. Baron, it'll be better.” Her voice was a little small, but it was lovely.

“Have you ever been to war?” Brando asked.

“Participated as a clergyman in the actions of the Order.” Merliah answered with her head down.

“Clean up the bandits? ”

Merriam nodded.

“Have you ever seen a dead man? ”

“I have. ”

“No wonder," Brando exclaimed secretly that he had found the treasure, an experienced alternate cleric, who had not yet held a temple position, and placed it in NPC. It was really Phoenix Horn.

It's just that the other party doesn't seem to have much sense of belonging to themselves as a group. He implicitly feels that the apprenticeship cleric has some insights, and most people with insights have opinions, and it's harder to ignore them than the average person.

Is it just that these insights come from books, or are they personal?

Brando asked, "Do you like that guy? ”

His voice had just dropped, and he heard a cough coming from behind him, and Brando didn't have to look back to know whose voice it was. But Merliah also blushed so badly that she lowered her head and did not answer.

Brando smiled, thinking that although you didn't answer, I had an answer. As long as he holds onto Caglis, he won't be saddened that the clergyman stays.

At the same time, he confirmed Merriam's gender.

Antitina sat next to Brando and couldn't help laughing. Brando's thoughts could not escape her thoughts, but the lord asked so implicitly or made her laugh.

Since the lord is not good at these things, let her come, the noble lady cannot bear to think.

“Lord, when do we leave?” Caglis noticed this strange atmosphere, and Merriam's red face made him uncomfortable, so he coughed and hurried forward to interrupt.

“Let's go?” Brando asked with some laughter that he put his hands down and had a pale white scar on his left cheek that was different from the color of his skin elsewhere: “What's the rush? ”

Earlier, when the black wolf lord bit at him, his fangs were like a dagger that cut across his cheek, leaving a long wound - one that stretched from his forehead to his cheek, fortunately blocked by the frontal bone, or, according to Merliah, his left eye could not be preserved.

For this reason Brando was well blamed by Antina, and only then did the noble girl know that Brando had to do it.

“Cough,” Caglis coughed again, knowing Brando's intentions: "Of course it's urgent, Lord. Didn't you say we only have a few hours? ”

Though it has only been less than a month, Caglis has become familiar with the character of his lord - and, to be honest, if not somewhat disgusting and unnamely fond of criticizing the aristocracy of Eruin - Brando still fits the best of his kind.

“That's not false," replied Brando, "but not in such a hurry that everyone needs to rest.” He lifted his eyelids and looked at Caglis: “Isn't someone heartless? ”

Caglis coughed heavily and simply stopped answering.

Brando smiled and then removed a dark, shuttle-shaped pointy stone from his backpack. Previously, the first war was considered tragic, and his youngsters lost four, the first time they had lost since entering the Black Forest.

In addition to those who died, there were also serious injuries, and it can be said that Brando personally trained enough people to lose their fighting power on the battlefield for the first time, under the cover of a half-man and a tree elf.

He was satisfied, however, that the deaths and injuries of his companions had not defeated those young people and that, while morale was inevitably low, at least no one was desperate and collapsed as a result.

This means they are already qualified fighters.

All you need is more training and practice, and Brando believes these youngsters of his own can be the seeds of excellence. Not to mention as evil as the players of the past, but at least it's a step up into the floods of this era.

Under his player management--

Some of these young people may be injured and die as a result, but in any case, they will be the first beneficiaries of the Great Tide - a treatment that would otherwise have been enjoyed by the bright genius of history.

To think that he couldn't help but turn around consciously, the injured horses on the other side of the forest were resting, and the worst loss in the battle was them, at least a third of whom, according to Paramount Elder Ward, had withdrawn from the battle sequence.

Most of them were torn to pieces by black wolves into wolf tides.

Of course, the Tree Elves and Druid have some losses, but they're just not half as miserable as horses. Now he's got about 400 half-man elder guards, median silver fighting power.

And then there were over 200 Tree Elf shooters —— to be honest, as a remote unit of silver, Brando couldn't help but throw this Tree Elf army into the war of attrition, and he YY would put these Tree Elves into Tonigal's battlefield for a while.

Unfortunately, the vast majority of these tree elves are destined to fall into this forest tonight.

Finally, dozens of young men under his command, as well as more than a dozen remaining Silver Order knights in the Eruin Mission. But Count Odin, the knight, is unlikely to give command to him, so Brando automatically ignores it.

He looked at the aristocrats, and Odin and Robert were all right in the previous battle, but the aristocratic scholar had died on the battlefield.

Brando couldn't help but sigh, and he saved the scholar's life earlier - for the Reverend Rantoniland's sake - unfortunately once and eventually twice.

It made him very impressed.

Despite the heavy toll of casualties, the fruits of the war remain glorious. Killing a werewolf is already impossible in almost everyone's eyes except Brando's - the ability the werewolf finally demonstrated has shown its rank.

Element development.

Someone with a little insight here understands what that means, and Brando, Queenie, and Sydney have killed it with the power of the Golden Subordinate - thanks in large part to Brando, of course.

Everyone saw the last scene, Brando's spell of guiding the direction of the fog howl sat on his spell sword dual cultivation identity.

In addition to the male wolf, there were more than three black wolf lords who died under Brando's first sword alone, and countless black wolves were swept twice in a row.

Brando didn't pay attention at the time, but after the fight, he was shocked by the experience of the ascent.

In addition to the 35,000 points of experience in killing the fog howl itself, the experience of killing the Black Wolf and the Black Wolf Lord alone is as high as 23250 points.

This hit generated nearly 60,000 experiences, and since then nearly 12,000 experiences have been recorded with previous' formation models' or ‘regimental models', more than 70,000 in this battle Brando alone.

Brando converted that number, which means they killed at least nearly 10,000 black wolves.

The only regret is that the number of wolves is too large, and that the fall of the Black Wolf Lords is almost entirely wasted. To think that Brando looked at the cold stone shuttle on his hand and was fortunate enough to get this thing, just one, worth the fare back.

“What is this?” Sitting beside the Spear of Thunder, Sy watched Brando take that thing and she kept quiet, and she endured and endured - unfortunately not as well cultivated as Antina, she finally couldn't bear to reveal her little tiger teeth and ask.

Brando looked up and smiled mysteriously: "Is that what you're saying? This is good stuff. ”

“Lord, please don't sell the closet,” Caglis couldn't help but turn a white eye: “Tell me, I want to know what it is, it looks like it's worth a fortune? ”

Worth it?

This time it's Brando's turn to roll his eyes, thinking about the young man, you should know that this thing in past games called RMB can't buy artifacts, countless guilds are crazy for it, you should know that it's not just worth it.

In other words, it seems unlikely that they will know what RMB is.

He replied, "This is the heart of Essex's evil. ”

“The heart of Essex's scourge? ”

“The head wolf, Essex?” Antitina asked.

“Ah, pretty much. But it's not the heart of Essex, it's a magical object. Legend has it sealed the soul of a male wolf, imprisoned with fierce magic and chaos. ”

“Magic and chaos?” Caglis asks inexplicably.

Brando nodded his head and looked at the long stone shuttle on his hand, which was the source and core of the male wolf's power, or it was nothing short of a male wolf —— the man who owned the shuttle was the head wolf!

“What's the use of it?” The young man asked again.

“You'll see soon enough.” Brando replied that the Heart of Disaster is in fact a talisman, but it is used in a way that is somewhat different from the general talisman.

As for how to use this...

He raised his hand and put the stone shuttle flat on his forehead. Then everyone saw the stone shuttle on his hand vibrating, constantly glowing red, and then suddenly softening, strangely blending into Brando's forehead.

The stone shuttle kept going deeper and the red light penetrated his skin, spreading around like a pattern, then forming an abstract thorn-like texture within the forehead range, then the red light slowly faded away and the color of the texture gradually turned to gray.

The process lasted more than 10 minutes before it subsided.

Then Brando raised his head, and the stone shuttle had turned dark red, reflecting a strange aesthetic under that circle of texture. And that grey white wound continued from his forehead to his cheeks, and dulled the evil.

The combination of the two makes people lose sight of each other for a while.

“So,” replied Brando, looking up, "even if it's done. ”

“Ah?” Everyone was stunned.

Antitina was even more stubborn when she saw Brando's strange appearance and couldn't speak for a while.

And Brando's voice just dropped, and he saw a green web of light weaving a series of data on his retina, as if it were made up of no numbers, and these green dots were regrouped into text:

“Search the nest lord system, neural connection--”

“Connection completed. ”

“Will immunity pass--”

“Acquired as a ‘wolf leader'. ”

With a glimmer of green light, Brando felt a lot of familiarity in the surrounding forests. The furthest is miles away, and that's a sporadic pack of wolves that they threw away.

He read his mind and immediately sent a sensation to one of them. For a moment, that strong, horizontal breath began to move quickly in their direction.

Silver peak, smart at least 100 energy levels, moving fast, expected to reach the place in a few minutes at most.

A fairly mature black wolf lord, Brando immediately concludes--

Everyone looked at him, but he didn't say a word until not far away Queenie suddenly stood up from the bushes and looked vigilantly at the side of the woods ——

He immediately made a gesture to the others - the black wolf caught up.

Everyone changed their face, and they immediately turned their eyes to Brando - a young lord who had sworn to them that he had lost the Black Wolf.

But Brando stayed the same, just looking in that direction.

For a moment.

With a loud 'boom’, a big black wolf lord jumped out of the bush and landed heavily on the ground. That almost carriage-sized body landed with a slight jump on the ground, but the beast did not attack immediately after it landed.

Instead, he looked up at Brando with his blood-red eyes, bewildered.

Sy around Brando had a gun in his hand almost instantly, trying to stop it. And Queenie, the elf leader on one side, raised his long bow, aiming at this black wolf lord.

If Brando hadn't raised his hand and told them to stop.

Then he raised his head and looked into the eyes of the black wolf lord, who hesitated for a moment and finally slowly came over. But instead of taking any aggressive steps, it stopped not far from Brando and sniffed Brando with a big head.

And then I rubbed it, and I rubbed--

Almost everyone stayed at that moment.

Caglis first responded: “This… this is what this thing does!?” He could hardly believe his eyes if he hadn't seen them himself.

But Brando reached out and touched Lord Black Wolf's furry nose, and then he turned around and laughed proudly: "What do you think is the problem? ”

“No… no… it's not…” Caglis' eyes suddenly lit: “Lord, how much can you control? ”

Brando thought, "Now the system defaults to me being a small pack of wolves, controlling two lords, 200 black wolves is the limit. But this thing also has the value of growth, which is why it's called an artifact. ”

“System?” Kaglis stunned.

“Cough, it's just a name.” Brando realized that he seemed a little oblivious, but it wasn't his fault, that Essex's heart of disaster was so evil, that only one player in the game had the power to sweep it.

But it's also unlikely to be gained by a player, mostly owned by those big guilds. Because it's really fascinating to have this thing in one's possession, you know, in a game, the character's death is bound to fall.

And it's set on the forehead, and it's noticeable.

He remembers that the first heart of the Achilles disaster was also in this wolf tide, but was it just a fog howl? Brando thought, "Is this really possible?" So this thing is actually a fixed drop?

He couldn't help but scratch his head. At first, he thought he had been infected by Red Handed Soft Sister Flo, and the black halo that had lasted decades in the past had finally been broken. But now it doesn't seem that way.

However, if the fog howl is a fixed dropped list, it means that other male wolves should do the same, or that the monster tide itself is so set.

Brando couldn't help but think back to the wolf tide when all those good things came out, besides the heart of Essex's scourge, it seemed like there was a waking claw, a fang beast protective charm ——

Brando was a little moved, but he knew very well that he was not in a position to reap the benefits of the wolf tide. If he was late, it might not be necessary to bury him in the wolf belly, so he could only bear to spy on the legendary equipment.

Be knowledgeable - Brando is so comforting in his heart, after all, it was a surprise to get the heart of Essex's scourge. The Heart of Disaster, the Claw of Awakening, the Heart of Disaster itself is the best of the Tooth Beast Guardian.

And more importantly...

Here, he's the only player, and there won't be any club of players to bother him.

Moreover, the so-called fall of death is not a punitive attribute for him?

Brando's heart was so dark that Essex's heart of disaster was something he didn't even dare think about in past games. In fact, he never paid attention to it. At best, he knew a name.

You made a lot of money this time!

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(PS: I was feeling a little better today, I wanted to take a day off, but I felt better at night, so I tried to size a chapter, and it turned out to be 5,000 words a yard, so let's send it together. That's 5,000 words for this chapter today, and it's back to normal tomorrow.

Also, the two days of the bubble forum saw some exciting news, in a nutshell:

The DRC became more powerful, and Midi lost his life in Afghanistan; the maid country sold adorably, and the little white rabbit fell into the dark.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)