The Amber Sword

“But you can do me a favor.” Brando turned around and said to Faina. “Help?” Faina looked at him in a puzzling way.

“Analyze the spell on Amman and tell me about the defense-related spell segments. ”

“Are you going to deal with Amman first? ”

“Bullshit, persimmons of course have to pick soft pinches first.” Brando stared at Amman's back not far away - he actually had another option, controlling Valhalla's hub when Andersa was fighting Mayfist and Veronica - but he chose to stay for two reasons.

- Naturally because Sy, it's not a short distance from here to Valhalla Central, but Mayfister is clearly not Andersa's opponent, and it doesn't seem wise to leave Veronica and Sy here.

But the more important reason is that he discovered the opportunity, that both Andersha and Amman, the herders of the trees, once they belong to the world, and the world of all things, are infiltrated deeply into human society, and that the herders are a bunch of lunatics, and that Brando doesn't want these guys to come back to the civilized world to fight him in secret.

The only way to do this is to get rid of these two people here, so that everything that happens here will remain hidden in the black forest forever, forever.

That's why he encouraged William before. Unfortunately, the archmage of the Silver Alliance was cautious and didn't let him take advantage of it at all; but now the advent of Mayfist gives him a second chance. Brando knows that Andersha's most headache in the battle was in her field of erosion, but this Grey Sword Saint is able to contain it.

As a result, Andersa was exposed to weaknesses that had been well concealed.

“Well, I'll try.” Faina replied, "But he's too high for me, and I'm not sure I can make it. ”

“Rest assured,” Brando consoled, “he has now become a dead spirit, and the sacrament itself will become ostracized and dominant in his body, not as difficult as you might imagine. ”

Faina nodded.

Ms. Qing Zhi came not far from Amman, the priest, and she stood and looked at each other: “Amman, now it is too late to look back at your personal friendship with me at the imperial level, I do not want to take action against you. ”

“Turn around?” Amman grins: “Will the temple accept a dead spirit as their priest? Besides, you haven't heard the magic of resurrection, have you, Veronica? ”

Veronica was not surprised by Amman's answer, she was simply trying to shake each other's minds, but the dead spirit's will was as cold as steel, with no effect whatsoever on this fallen cleric.

So she stopped talking, and the sword shook in her hand, and a series of blue flying birds suddenly diastolic their wings out of the blade, jumping from both sides around a beautiful arc to Amman.

Amman fingered a little, “The golden flame gave me a strong shield," several golden shields appeared and disappeared, each side colliding with a bluebird, a spark erupting in the middle of the sky.

“Flame blessing.” Faina said.

“This spell is an active protective skill, but if the operator can't detect it, it won't help. Continue.” Brando held the sword of the earth and stared at Amman's back void and said.

“There is also a mental barrier, which is a passively triggered protection. ”

“This only protects 180 degrees ahead. What else? ”

“The Secret Armor. ”

“Predict the attack. ”

“A little trouble, no? ”

“Seems... gone. ”

Brando nodded and lifted his cape with one hand. At this time, Amman and Veronica were at war, and he had no idea that three people were hiding behind him less than ten feet away, and it was impossible for him to have anyone lurking at that distance, unless they were ten times stronger than him.

But then again, a man ten times stronger than him sensed and didn't notice the difference. Besides, Amman would never think that a man ten times stronger than him would hide behind him.

I don't need it at all.

The moment Brando lifted the cape, the predicted attack on the priest immediately gave him a warning sign, except that he and Veronica had no time to turn back. And the warning signs from the spell are not strong enough to suggest that those who are hostile to him are a short way from here.

What Amman did not know, unfortunately, was that Brando knew exactly how to predict the attack, and he let his breath flatten from the start, making the killing less obvious; as a true old player of the Amber Sword, Brando had a lot of experience, even more dangerous than those magician hunters.

And the moment he showed up, Veronica saw him with the faina behind him. The lady's eyes were very different, and she wondered why Brando was here, and at such a short distance she had not been noticed by Amman.

But despite the doubt in her mind, the divine colour on the woman's face appeared so calm that Amman didn't even notice - as a woman general who was passing through hundreds of wars, not being shocked was the most basic qualities.

Brando was also well aware of this, and he trusted that the Cruz goddess of war would not disappoint him; indeed, Veronica not only did not reveal his presence, but immediately understood his tactical intentions and began to attack one step further.

“Hey, you noticed reinforcements coming? But it doesn't work. That kid should be far from here. That's enough time for me to deal with you, Veronica.” Amman is still talking to himself.

“Amman, did I not know that decadence can also make people arrogant?” Veronica smiled slightly.

“Behind you, you fool!” At this point, Andersa's sharp cry suddenly came from above.

Amman suddenly shocked. But by this time Brando had made a move - the ‘Secret Armor’ held in Amman was a trigger-type systemic protective spell and the most advantageous instrument used by wizard characters to counter burglar attacks - the combination of the 'Secret Armor’ and ‘Predictive Attack’ spells was a consistent choice for all high-end wizard players in the pre-game period, and once the Nightingales complained.

But after all, its applicability is only early, the player's creativity is endless, and the struggle between spear and shield can never end with the ultimate victory of one side.

Brando didn't stab the sword directly behind Amman, he lifted his right hand and said, "OSS! ”

A storm burst out, hitting Amman in the back. The secret armor on Amman reacted immediately, and a silver-white, square-shaped spot of light appeared on the back of him like a scaly layer, eliminating the lethality of the wind bomb as soon as the layer unloaded.

But soon after the appearance of the silver light, the 'Secret Armor' could only block the attack once in a short time. Brando knew this very well. He seized the opportunity to deceive the spell protection and immediately cut off a sword.

After breaking the layer of magic protection that the practitioner is proud of, Amman, although emptiness has the power of elements, is not much better than ordinary people in front of Brando at this moment, which is the greatest weakness of clerics and wizards - too weak in physical strength! The sword of the earth cuts into Amman's back like tofu. The great cleric screams forward, Veronica pierces his belly with a sword, and Amman moans again.

But even then, the dead spirit was not fatally wounded, and it retreated and drew its sword, turning royally to flee.

“Huh, zombies?” Brando: “Cut off his head, Ms. Veronica. ”

“Never!” Amman moaned poisonously, raising his hand and bursting ‘bang’ a red bracelet in his hand. He was wrapped in a circle of white light and the whole person disappeared in place, but when he reappeared, he fell 100 meters away with a feather arrow behind him.

“Cut," Brando sipped, looking in that direction and dropping the shale bow in his hand: "Isn't that an arbitrary door? You think I can't tell your direction? ”

Veronica stood there and looked at him with a smile: "Brando, where did you get all this fighting experience? In Cruz, the best young knight I've ever met is not as good as you, little guy. ”

“I am a descendant of the Knight of the Highlands, and fighting the Mage is just a gift I inherited from my bones.” Brando answered casually, returning the blue dome to the lady: "To deal with Andersa, I have a way to kill her. ”

The lady looked at him curiously.

Brando dumped the dirty blood on his sword and looked up at Andersa not far away. Andersha has been watching the battle here, and seeing Amman fail, she can't help but stare at Brando poisonously.

It's just that at this moment, this woman has turned into a giant black dragon, and she's wrapped around the building, like a giant beast lurking in the shadows.

Although she herself constituted that shadow.

Now that the battlefield has become a three-to-one situation, Andersa still doesn't look like she's going backwards. The shepherd's chief had her pride, not to mention Brando and Veronica, who had no idea what threats those two too many people could pose to her.

“What you're going to do with that woman, she's extraordinary.” Veronica looked at Brando and asked.

“I have my own way. ”

“Actually, I'd suggest you take Faina and Cee out of here, Brando, and Andrea's not so good at it, and I convinced Mayfist to stall that woman--”

“What about you?” Brando looked back at the lady.

“Me? As an empire general, death in battle is not a disgrace.” Veronica laughed: “Faina is special and I have to protect her. ”

“It's not that serious, and while Andersha is now a dragon, she has the physical protection and strength of the only race that inherits the golden bloodline.” Brando retrieved the sword of the earth and walked in the direction of Andersha: “What makes the Dragons really powerful is the magic that flows through their bodies. You should know that silver, man and elf, all their magic knowledge comes from the Dragons, right? ”

Veronica nodded.

“So Andrea's strength still has its weaknesses," Brando lowered her voice: “After all, she's a Druid, and she's useless as long as she's disconnected from the forces of nature. ”

“That's not easy. ”

“But it's not like there's nothing you can do.” Brando said, "If there's anything in the world that can best break a region's connection to nature, it's the Golden Demon Tree. ”

“Golden Demon Tree? ”

Brando nodded and wondered if Andersa was going to inject the blood of God into herself or whether it was a self-digging tomb.

(PS: A classmate told me yesterday that it didn't go yesterday, and I just realized that it didn't go yesterday, all kinds of waterfall sweat, which was yesterday, and today.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)