The Amber Sword

“That place...” Walt glanced at the place where the light column disappeared.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing." The elder half-man seemed to react, turning around and walking toward the half-man team. “What's the matter?” Antitina stood next to Brando and saw Ward react slightly strangely - she added a long shawl to protect herself from the cold just before the frost hit.

“That direction is Jomu Woodland, the home of many half-man Green Towers.” Brando replied.

“Ah -” the aristocratic lady looked sympathetically at the back of the half-man elder: “But how do you know, Lord? ”

“Didn't the Deadwood Guard guide say that yesterday morning?” Brando asks back.

“Seems like...” Antitina stunned: “But it seems to be just saying, my lord, do you remember?” She couldn't help but look at Brando with envy and surprise.

Brando hastily pretended to examine his sword before suddenly laughing at the noble lady as if she was serious. Bullshit, how can you remember that the problem is that these twelve outposts around the Green Tower (and then seventeen) are already famous online because of Valhalla.

It is simply not enough to be inhumane.

“Okay, let's go.” He interrupted the conversation and said to Antina.

“Hmm?”

“Here comes the wolf. ”

The forest is now completely dark, and the dim stars and moonlight are hidden behind the clouds. At the arrival of the demonic tide, the darkness between the heavens and the earth became painted, far from a single column of light in the mountains and forests seemed to be the only light left in the world.

Those columns are moving slowly.

This scene Brando seemed to have known before, the first wolf disaster he had ever seen on video - only a handful of the best players at the time were involved in the plot.

In the dark storm, a sparse number of players set fire to Valhalla - those few dozen columns of light seemed to be the last flame of hope to shake over a pale earth.

But they finally succeeded.

And whether or not you succeed -- Brando doesn't know. He looked up, and the mountains were already silver-grey under darkness, and with nearly 25 energy perceptions, he could see the white shadow in the woods a few miles away.

That's the Winter Wolf.

Half-man Elder Ward's scolding came from the front of the team, and the team began to move on.

After a nearly ten-hour journey, the team was close to the southern tip of the thorn ridge, and two staggered black ridges a few miles away constituted the entrance to the Kalanga Mountains like opposing guards, and the terrain became tumbling and steep in that direction, but just crossing there, even crossing the first level.

Depending on the speed of the team, we have an hour to go at most.

But it's called the narrow mouth of the wolf.

It is also the most dangerous part of the journey.

Brando looked up and saw more and more winter wolves in the mountains ahead, but he knew it was just the beginning. The next winter solstice group needed some time to assemble, and he took out his pocket watch, which indicated that the second wave of wolves had arrived less than 90 minutes away.

“Seems like it's just in time.” Brando conceived.

The team was slowly crossing the last undulating mountains of the thorny ridge, rushing out of the snow from time to time to greet their natural or half-man attack arrows - although Brando had a tight perimeter, the claw lizard, the shadow rock beast and the shadow wolf - although Brando called it the rock Gallux beast, unfortunately, Antitina, Kuran and Caglis even agreed that it was a rotten name, so they simply bypassed Brando's decision to call it the shadow wolf - in short, Brando arranged this cordon to actually prevent that mysterious lord-level monster.

As for the lonely winter wolf, he doesn't mind the fireclaw lizard getting him some exclusive experience, but if it's a slightly larger group, he orders his own summoning creatures to put them in.

Brando didn't want a gap on his cordon line, and half a man could pay for his casualties against the troubled Winter Wolf, but if that mysterious BOSS god snuck in unwittingly, it wasn't a question of escape.

As for the Winter Wolf itself, a monster of silver, they are like white ghosts, these white shadows accompanied by wind and snow howling and passing through the forest, each with a horse's size, fast lightning, and power beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The power of the Winter Wolf is a leader even in silver-class creatures, a black pine that can only be hugged by one person, it can only be broken by a gentle bump. Human silver-class soldiers are vulnerable to these terrible monsters as if they were ordinary people - for example, a winter wolf broke into the guardian knight of the Eruin mission and was bitten to death by more than a dozen silver-class knights.

But if it's just power, the winter wolf is not worthy of being called the ghost of frost and mist breathing in the forest. The really scary thing about winter wolves is that they are less than the golden class, but they are already part of the field of winter elements.

Their paws come with the most lethal cold damage, freezing you into ice with a light scratch on your armor, not to mention these monsters frosting and freezing your blood a few dozen feet away.

The only thing to be thankful for in the face of this monster is that Winter Wolf doesn't have a head wolf. Legend has it that the head wolf of the winter wolf was killed while competing for the throne with the scourge of the wolf, Esis, after which the king of the forest no longer allowed the head wolf to be possessed.

Every player in the Amber Sword knows that the Winter Wolf is only the Lord of Wolves, and it is these little BOSS that unite a small wolf pack to form a true wolf pack.

The winter wolves also seem to understand their shortcomings, so these biological activities, which live in the ice and snow, are also acted upon by at least four or five wolves.

Four or five wolves, hundreds of winter wolves, seventy-eight lord-class winter wolves, are a huge threat in any of Warnde's countries this time of year.

So as soon as they appeared on the outskirts of the forest, one third of the 34 or 40 columns of light went out for a moment.

It is self-evident what the column of light is extinguished.

Everyone gets a little worried in the snow.

Stress is also mounting ahead, with Winter Wolf being one of the most common threats on the northern border of Cruz, but not so common in the Black Forest in the south of Eruin. Semi-human elder guards are very uncomfortable fighting these unfamiliar enemies, sometimes passively choosing how to withstand the attack of Winter Wolf - hence the bloody and fierce battle.

However, this did not last long.

As soon as Count Odin spotted a problem with the tactics of the Centauri, he took the initiative to find Ward and Quinnier, hoping to take command temporarily on the grounds that he had some experience in fighting the Winter Wolf.

He had no extra thought at this time, and it was clear that if the half-man, the elf and Druid were crushed, they would not survive the fierce battle.

And Count Odin understands that throughout Eruin, a man who is good at fighting the Winterwolf can almost speak of Cape Phoenix; even him is only because he happened to have fought the Winterwolf once or twice during his cruise.

But things didn't go in the direction he imagined.

Because he quickly discovered that there was another person here who had more say in Winter Wolf.

That's the young guy who calls himself Baron Cold Cedar Collar...

Brando caught up from behind and took command without saying a word. Then he entered the front line of the battle with Sy and Kuran, as if it were just a moment, and the battle was reversed.

At that moment, according to Queeniel, the young man seemed to have a ruler in his heart.

Each time, Brando can calculate precisely what distance the Winter Wolf will strike, or breathe of jet cream, within ten feet of the error - every time the Winter Wolf stops, the young lord will lift his sword and give a loud order to half-man elder guards to stop, then throw a spear at these white ghosts to inflict serious damage.

Winter Wolf attacks, while outstanding, inherit the constant vulnerability of wolf demons - often killing them with only one or two serious injuries in the face of attacks that also come from silver superiors.

After a spear rains, a wolf pack tends to lose a quarter.

But if they hit, the half-man waited equally hard, and the half-man in the front row backed away, immediately revealing two rows of swinging spear walls in the rear row.

In the face of the same attack, it can be said that the first hand played a pivotal role in determining the outcome of the fighting between the two sides, but unfortunately the Winter Wolf had no right to speak first in front of Brando.

Brando pressed his sword with one hand, stood in the army of half-man looking at the white ghosts in the distance, thinking that he had nearly a million years of experience with these winter wolves at least, and he was about to brush up. If he couldn't fight such a battle, he could really go home and grow sweet potatoes.

Cruz, Eruin, and all these monsters around Grace, the Knight Nation, he knew all about it, and nearly a hundred years of experience in the game made him familiar with it.

Just in the game, that's what players living in these countries know, and Brando knows nothing about superiority.

But here, history is staggering, weaving another wonderful weave at Brando's feet.

The heavily traumatized wolves finally retreated far away, roaring maliciously in the forest, and Count Odin could no longer believe his eyes, not even realizing when his hand had left the grip of a sword he had been holding.

Isn't this the standard Krutz North Frosty White Corps tactic against Winter Wolf?

Count Odin almost remembered this moment the Cruz veteran who taught himself how to deal with these winter wolves, the same experience, but this young man was obviously doing much cleaner in front of him.

Count Odin just didn't know that at this time, on another hill a few miles away, someone was sighing exactly as low as he did.

“Cruz? ”

A sword with five or six feet long on its back, wearing a taupe brown robe and a fairly young look, but the long haired swordsman with a shawl will be standing in the thick woods on the mountain, watching the half horse battle with the winter wolf far away.

The man's grey-brown eyes moved and his eyes flashed a little confusion.

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