The Amber Sword

“Amman, stop him! ”

Veronica saw Brando run further and further away, knowing that she could not stop Brando, she shouted at Amman not far away. But at the same time, she frowned and felt that the fogging saint's dragon had already struck her from one side through the forest, hurrying to turn and cut off two giant heads in front of her.

The blue sky brings up a spectacle and heavily splits in the middle of the first head and nose of the foggy saint's dragon, but the white fog just fell backwards, and then returned to the status quo ante. Instead, the resulting thrust pushed the Kurdish goddess of war backwards by nearly 10 meters.

Veronica retreated and the second head dived again, and she snorted and could only run aside from the guy's attack. The white fog rolled over from the forest floor, hitting the surrounding black pine east to the west, as if the wind was passing through, blowing the sword holy blue hair over her eyes.

She couldn't help but look over her head and saw the reserve knights on the other side of the temple blocking the other two heads at the cost of their lives, lined up in two rows in front of Amman to buy time for the clergyman to perform his spell.

Amman climbed up hesitating to stop Brando first or to cope with the Foggy Saint's Dragon. Only once, if he chooses to fight Brando, I'm afraid none of his knights will survive.

But eventually greed for the sword of the earth prevailed over reason, and Amman raised his right hand and drew a holy flame crest of the temple of fire with an onion ring on his forefinger: "In the name of the flame, you fled, but you could not escape -” he pointed to Brando: “Prayer of the flame, come back! ”

Brando, who was running outward, heard the spell almost black in front of him, and the flaming prayer was part of the High Sacred Word, which was used by this priestly lord from Eink against such a small character as him. It is well known that more than seven rings of Holy Words in Warnde are mastered by only two professions - witches and clerics. And the witch's spell, the prophecy of the priest, is called the proximity word, and it is absolutely like the Great Killer in many spells.

Especially for low-will, pure warriors, Brando, despite the elements that make the rank too low to influx. He felt only that Amman's spell had just stopped and that the flower in front of him appeared in a circle of fire.

“Damn it!” Brando scolded, and he immediately turned around and looked at Amman with a grin in his face. Almost grinding his teeth and saying, "Looks like the Lord Cleric is staying here! ”

“Nature,” replied Amman.

“I hope Your Excellency will not regret it!” Brando didn't do much flying flowers either, reversing the blade directly, holding the sword of the earth in his hands and stabbing Amman with one sword.

“arrogant.” Amman's face cooled down, and ordinary people might hesitate and fear against the Temple of Fire, but Brando's determination challenged his authority. The clergyman raised his left hand coldly: "Strong wall! ”

A golden hexagonal light shield opened around his palm, causing Brando's sword blade to crash onto it and pull out a long spark.

Brando knew it was not magic, but the power of Amman's elements. And the other side's spell was only about to be completed at this time, only to see a flaming red light over this guy's clergyman's robe, and Amman was holding himself by the sacred spell.

“I advise you to just grab it.” Amman scattered his hexagonal shield in front of him while raising his hand and grabbing the sword of the earth in Brando's hand - he held the blade by the mouth of a tiger, making a sound similar to a metal crossing puncture when his skin intersects the sharp surface of the metal.

Holy Magic - Iron Fist, Holy Power.

Holy magic was held by the clergy himself, and the ability to fight close to him was no less than that of a heavily armed fighter. At this moment, although Amman had only carried out two sacred spells, Brando felt that the other party's power was no less than that of himself in a state of non-full-blown eruption.

Amman grabbed Brando's sword and smiled low: "Though the Baron is heretical, the temple of the sacrament and flame has not yet been turned into a state of war. According to the rules between the nobles, the Lord should believe that the temple represented below does not easily harm a respected nobleman, and the Baron can still pay ransom for himself -"

This Einker cleric took the time to look at his knights who couldn't resist the foggy Saint Dragon while laughing low and opening conditions to Brando.

This guy's laughing a little familiar.

Such an idea flashed through Brando's mind, but only for a moment, and the fact that he was still in battle made Brando dare not be lazy. He secretly bit his teeth and tried to draw back the sword - Amman held the blade of the sword of the earth firmly, making him feel that he would not have been able to draw back the sword from the other side if he had not done all he could.

After confirming this, Brando breathed a sigh of relief, humming softly and smiling coldly: "Oh? So what do I have to pay to redeem my life? ”

“The sword of the earth, lead the way for the Commander of Veronica. Is that all right?” In Amman's view, killing Brando was the safest option, but Veronica disagreed, and he had no choice but to step back.

But having Brando hand over the sword of the earth is basically an impossible thing, let alone lead Veronica. He looked into the clergyman's eyes and took a deep breath.

Amman.

One of the Temple's leading regional clerics, though not the highest, is definitely one of the most difficult in Brando's mind. Amman's element is‘ sturdy wall ', which belongs to the lowest level of micro elements, but the Amber Sword is not really about prime hierarchy that determines everything - the miscellaneous element is a mess, and the power of existence is absolutely invincible, something that doesn't exist.

Higher elements represent more possibilities, and lower-level elements can be as powerful as appropriate, as exemplified by Amman.

Relying on the ‘firm wall' element as his backing, he just compensated for the weakness of the magic that a cleric needed to buy time for himself when he was single on one side, while a cleric in complete condition dared not say he was a warrior, not even a wizard to positively its flash.

In Warnde, the full-state cleric is called Melee, and in Brando's impression, the only one who can confront the clerical profession in this state is probably the mad warrior in the state of rage with some special advanced profession.

Not to mention that Amman himself is a few steps higher than he is, and it is estimated that this guy only needs about a third of the BUFF to beat him to the teeth.

This gap in absolute power silenced Brando for a moment until Amman spoke again:

“Want to delay, Baron?” Amman laughed low: “Perhaps you have some bullying, Lord Veronica won't kill you, but that doesn't mean that other people are treated the same way. ”

Brando snapped.

“Your loyal man is hiding not far from here, but does it look like the beautiful lady is more like Mr. Baron's girlfriend? I'm sure Mr. Baron wouldn't like to see his date with a slightly worse pool? ”

Amman looked at the forest.

But Amman did not know that his words immediately ignited the anger in Brando's heart, and if there was such a bottom line in Brando's heart, it would be all those associated with him; perhaps because of the heavy history of the past, witnessing the death of the goddess of martial arts, Princess Regent, and too many stories of loss and sadness.

Brando knew that if he wanted to break away from such a heavy chain, he had to break the history and use the power at his disposal to change it, so he would never allow anyone to threaten him with such means.

He made his decision instantly.

Brando shook his sword's arms and his power erupted, pulling the blade of the sword of the earth back from the other side. Amman took off his sword blade and couldn't help but take a step back unconsciously, but when he did, Brando immediately put it on.

In Amman's view, Brando was relying on it to prevent him from opening the 'hard wall' element again, but at this moment the cleric from Einker was somewhat surprised - at such a close distance he could not open the 'hard wall' element, but Brando was equally unable to escape his attack.

Remember, clerics are more than just possessory spells.

“Keep your head to the end.” Amman grinned, stretching out five fingers forward, each with a cross shaped halo. “Holy Strike! ”

He shouted and five flash shells were fired - Amman had not done everything he could, and he was well aware that a simple blow with his opponent's strength would not hurt him, so he was ready for a second blow.

In his view, Brando needs to avoid these five holy knockouts, but only on one side. But Amman raised his hand after a blow, and a holy mantra • bondage was already waiting for Brando on the scheduled route.

It's just that what happens next almost leads the clergyman to throw away the spell in his hand, causing the spell to regurgitate ——

Because he didn't wait for Brando.

He saw Brando go straight for the five holy strikes he threw away. You know, even if he didn't do everything in his power to hit a man with only the power of the gold field, it would be just as fatal!

Is this guy crazy?

Amman stayed there and watched his holy knock take five lights and hit Brando in the shoulder and stomach, but without any joy —— let alone Veronica's trouble, the key is ——

The young man, who was already covered in blood, was still moving forward.

“How is that possible! ”

Amman almost couldn't react for a while, all he knew was that Veronica had eaten herself and had to lay down badly right away, but how did this guy act like he was okay?

Crazy warrior?

But Brando's eyes were calm and sober, telling him otherwise.

With such hesitation, Brando had rushed into his closeness. Amman believed that if the other party attacked him with a sword, the robe with a defensive spell would also help him - the sacred robes of the clergy were handed down from generation to generation and his defenses were staggering. He had even resisted the attack of the fogged Saint Dragon with the sacred robe, and he was sure to defend this young man from attack.

But what Amman didn't think of was Brando hugging himself.

“Bastard, let go!” Amman hadn't thought of a gold-grade swordsman in the hall holding himself like a gangster, but he soon found out that it was a really effective solution, because after his hands and feet were tied, he found himself incapable of practicing.

As a respected cleric, Amman was the first to encounter such a thing, and he was busy with his hands and feet for a while, feeling Brando pushing himself in one direction.

But Brando is softly familiar with driving, and the player has always fought at all costs. How can he restrict a wizard or cleric? He is too clear.

While that was not entirely effective, at least he believed that Amman would never be able to react.

Just a few seconds, that's enough.

Brando was right, Amman had no idea how to cope with such a ridiculous tactic for a while, and while he was panicking, he suddenly heard Veronica behind him warn: "Careful! ”

Amman turned back subconsciously.

He then turned pale and found that his knights in that direction had become irresistible, and the giant head of the Foggy Saint's Dragon was ramming through several people over there and sweeping this way.

“This boy is not going to drag me home with him! ”

Ammanton's face changed dramatically, guessing Brando's true intentions.

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(PS: Today's the day! In addition, two acts 163 were sent earlier. One chapter is actually Act 164. The title or something, you can do it yourself.

Some of my classmates are asking me when I'm going to recover, and I'm going to make it easier for a few days, and I'm going to make sure it keeps getting better. It'll be back soon.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)