The Amber Sword

“Well, little guy,” Veronica looked at Brando with green eyes, and she got the answer she wanted from Brando, and the conversation didn't seem so purposeful: “I'll go west first, of course, and if I find anything, I'll let you know first," Little Lord ".” She grinned.

Brando pulled the corner of his mouth, and for some reason, Veronica seemed to have an unnamed tolerance for him. Something was wrong and he liked to whisper to him. However, without discussing the status of the Krutz, the goddess of war was still in a way that he admired. Besides, maintaining a personal relationship with an imperially powerful countess was not detrimental to him, except that, at the national level, the two men were destined to count against each other.

“As long as there is sufficient common interest, it is sufficient for the time being.” Brando needs a respiratory opportunity to grow, and now the deal with Veronica might help him do it. So in fact, they both got their most satisfactory results, and it was quite a pleasure to work together.

By that time, the Empire's Legion Commander had gracefully left the square with a little princess with a flower leaf collar. Before leaving, Brando saw her stop at Mayfister and didn't know what to say. The famous Grey Sword Saint actually looked back at him.

Andersa was naturally taken away, so there were only a few of them left in the square. Fania had been grabbing his hand quietly since before. In fact, she had always been a steady girl. Brando crouched down to help her clean up the dirt and stain some dirty faces. She looked at this little girl with a vine and draped her hair down her ankle. Suddenly, she was worried that she would grow up and become Cee.

Although silence is a cute spot, Sy's psychological state has always called Brando very worried. He looked back at the red-haired girl. That strange look even made Sy look a little strange. She quietly lowered her head and frowned, wondering if her face was dirty. Otherwise, why would Lord keep staring at herself?

Does he want to wipe her face too? She suddenly remembered Brando squatting next to Fania and carefully cleaning up the little girl's face. She couldn't help but feel a little restless and wondered if she wanted to accept or refuse.

But Brando just looked at her a little longer. There's Amman's body in the square. That's what he's interested in. Amman is dead and dead with no scum, so he doesn't count on the spoils of this corrupt priest - although Brando knows that a man of great weight like Amman must have a lot of good things converged on him, at least the equipment that kept him in instant high-ranking defensive theology was worth a lot of money in the game, but the power of chaos to wipe out the black hole had the properties of the law of annihilation, not even the blue of the sky, not to mention the rest - just that regret was pointless, and it wasn't up to him before, good thing that at least one thing was certain to remain.

That is the fragment of the Book of Mavicart.

Fragments of artifacts that are at least premium in the game.

The place where the black hole was previously destroyed now leaves a large pit that is deeply invisible, the bottom of the pit is still smoky, the surrounding silence is silent, after the BOSS war no player grabbed the routine bridge section of equipment, Brando is really a little uncomfortable, he slipped to the bottom of the pit three times, his eyes quickly jumped. In the dark smoke of the pit, a ray of black light was suspended in the air, and Brando, though he had not seen the fragments of the Book of Mavicart, recognized it at first sight.

The artifact is much stronger than ordinary equipment, even if it breaks the line of law attached to it when casting, that black light is the remnants of pure law, chaos, entropy, the power of freedom, in fact, all the shards of advanced equipment are the same.

As soon as he approached, the powerful breath swept in, and Brando didn't know how to handle it. In the game, he rarely had access to such high-end items alone, which were material, but the law of freedom was quite difficult to handle. Because it doesn't have an entity, it can't be placed in a backpack, unless there's something like a dimensional bag, something that's dimensional in nature Brando hasn't seen since it went through.

He thought about it, stretching out the silver right hand of the Bahamian shake and grabbing the black light. Bahamt's grip called the Dragon King's Blessing is also the product of the inheritance of the rule of power. When he grabbed the thing, he couldn't help but slightly lift his eyebrows. “Huh, this thing…” Brandoton was stunned and overwhelmed with ecstasy. He found that the Book of Mavicart was purely a remnant of the rules of order antagonism. This thing was extracted and the magic of the creation of magic was a thing.

The simple explanation is that he discovered he could convert this thing directly into an experience he could use! Brando almost screamed at me, because compared to the hierarchy of the rules of opposition to the Book of Mavicart, the monster beneath the general gold was a scum, which was treated as a BOSS, and close to the power of the demigod.

Experience with a level 160 + BOSS!

And this is not the age of demons walking around a hundred and twenty years after the Great Tide, the ranks of the world's leader BOSS are all running after 200 levels, but this is still the year the Black Rose War has just broken out, even a demigod in this era is a little BOSS, such as Andersa's old witch who is between the first line and the 890th level is the world's leader. “Martha's up, isn't she dreaming?” Brandoton had the feeling of being hit by a giant pie. He just pulled a little bit, gained 20,000 or 30,000 experience, and that black light seemed to be in a bad mood to reduce it by a little bit, and Brando roughly estimated that, to say nothing, there were tens of millions of experiences.

He couldn't help but scream a few shits, as if he had never been so lucky since he crossed. Is this the legendary great calamity that must be blessed? Of course, the experience of extracting this stuff is not that easy, because the law of an artifact is so tight that extracting power from it is tantamount to stripping the law from it. Brando felt resistant from the very beginning of the extraction, and although his lack of such resistance had little effect on him, it would take some time to fully absorb the experience.

He thought about it, decided to try to put it away first. It's a rare baby. Brando felt like he would wake up even if he fell asleep with it. The whole experience of the Mid-Tide World Leader was shared by him alone. It was something he couldn't even think about. But to put it away, the problem came back to where it came from ——

Where is he going to get a dimensional bag?

Dimensional bags are not rare in Warnde, but they are not cheap, and are definitely not affordable for the average person, but Veronica and Mayfist are definitely there. Brando thought about it and decided to bleed the Grey Sword Saint a little. Who wants to restore him? That's kind of early payment.

When he thought about it, he immediately climbed out of the pit and was ready to go to Mayfister to ‘borrow’ a dimensional bag, but at this time, a familiar voice sounded in his heart: "Oh, is this artifact fragment? How did you get it, little brother? ”

That's Otales' voice.

In fact, since his encounter with the residual will of the Dark Dragon Odin, Brando had felt that Otales had fallen asleep, almost thinking of what Dark Dragon had done in the dark - after all, Otales was a subordinate of the Four Wise, and the relationship between the two sides was a dead enemy. But I didn't think she'd wake up again.

“Otales, where have you been?” Brando immediately asked if he wanted to make sure Otales felt Odin's presence.

“To call my sister, little fool, of course I saw that guy, he must have felt like I existed too.” Otales hummed and replied softly in his heart.

Brando couldn't bear to grin.

“What about me...? ”

“You accepted his legacy, didn't you? I know that.” Otales' voice doesn't sound angry. Although they are always apathetic, Otales' emotions are remarkable. Brando can't hear what she means to be angry and knows that this big sister may not really mind. But he is a bit strange, according to the theory, the Four Wisdom series of people horses and the Dark Dragon are the absolute enemies. Otales gave him his own wind back ring, which means that he was chosen as heir. How could he not care at all about his acceptance of the Dark Dragon inheritance?

But the latter seemed to guess Brando's confusion, and said, "The power itself is not right or wrong. What matters is the person who manipulated it. You don't think I don't even have that chest? I look out for you, or I won't give you the ring. Besides, I'd love to know what the guy's legacy is--”

“Sounds like you admire that guy? ”

“Well," Otales said with a slight tone of memory, “he is, after all, our strongest opponent. Generally speaking, there must be personality charm for someone whose power reaches his level. It's just that we're not in the same camp after all, and the ideas we represent are different, so to speak, both right and wrong. It's just that now that we're all dead, the revenge of the past has long disappeared, and now there's nothing left but respect for our opponents--”

When I heard Otales say so, Brando couldn't help but be a little silent. Perhaps it is truly worthy of respect if one does not fight with personal vengeance, but with faith. But history is history, and not bystanders like him can be easy, because not in that era, perhaps they simply can't understand the ideas that belong to that era.

“What happened to you before? He didn't do anything to you?” Brando asked Otales that he didn't mind the Dark Dragon's actions, and now he's worried about the situation of this Elf Sister. After all, the other generation is famous for its existence in history.

The Elf Knight shook his head in his heart: "No, it's just that he gave me some information about the inheritance, and I didn't react for a moment. ”

“Heritage?” Brando wonders what the Dark Dragon inherited to communicate with his dead enemy? Though respectful of the opponent, after all, the dead enemy is the dead enemy. Is it true that the awareness of these two dialers has reached the level of legendary communism?

It's weird what you think.

But Otales didn't want to talk about it in depth, and she avoided it and changed the subject: “Say, dear little brother, that guy seems to have awakened some ancient blood in you, and I feel like you can learn some of my swordsmanship now. ”

“What?”

Brando felt another big pie drop in the sky knocking him out. (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.)