The Amber Sword

Brando raised his sword...

Longhorn demons are some of the most intelligent high-ranking flesh-pull demons in the sulfur river. They look a bit like naked jackals, but they are much bigger than the latter. No one knows the exact origin of the Longhorn demon, the earliest of which appeared in the bloodshed beneath the Sulphur River and was said to have been promoted from there to what it is today among the little demons who have experienced hundreds of battles.

Certain features of the Longhorn Devil do retain the shadow of the Little Devil, whether it is the same purple red skin or sharp tooth claws. In fact, it itself looks like a little demon that has magnified several times, except that the flesh wings have degenerated and the tail has become thick and thick to maintain balance.

More importantly, each longhorn demon has proven to have a wealth of combat experience, almost no juvenile longhorn demons, and every longhorn demon found before and after the Temple of Fire is at least an adult individual, while adult longhorn demons have a power that is almost equivalent to element chemistry.

That means Brando had to deal with the three-headed Kaiju monster at the same time. He hasn't thought about it yet, and the three-headed longhorn demon has stepped up.

Brando pulled out the King of Cloaks' cloak from the dimensional hole and handed it to Antina beside him. The cloak of everything lasts only about four minutes a day, and this is the perfect time to give Antina the peace of mind to find the node of the portal as soon as possible.

Antitina took over the cape and she bit Brando in the lips and glanced at him. Since she already knew how to use the cape, she did not need Brando to repeat anything. A little pause had covered herself with the back cover and disappeared into the eyes of everyone the next moment.

Brando was the only one left by the portal.

“Antina, hurry up!” Brando shouted to the air.

He doesn't know if Antina heard it, but I hope she did. In a state of shelter, Antittina disappeared, which made Brando feel like he had no heart, but by this time he had no choice but to believe the noble girl from Pragues.

A flying claw broke his words - the three longhorn demons had come close to him, to be precise, the first to come was their relentless attack - and at least one of the three longhorn demons was a flame-related element, because Brando had seen its snow-white claws dragging three flame-length marks out of the air.

This is the power of the elements.

Brando's eyes even reflected the golden rule line that extended after the claw, and the heat waves swept in. But he dared not stiffen, his body backwards, like, a hot airflow rubbing his forehead sweeping past him, brown hair in front of his forehead immediately dry and curly.

After a claw.

It's the tail.

Brando went to capture the movements of the longhorn devil's tail subconsciously, and saw them on one side, and a whip had swept over. He was ready to roll forward from beneath the tail of the other side, while getting up gave the Longhorn Devil a sword behind his back with unparalleled fluency.

Unfortunately, however, the sword left only a shallow wound on the Longhorn Devil.

High defense, high attack, but slightly slow, just like Brando remembers. Slow movement is, of course, a relatively unclear category for ordinary people.

Two rounds of attacks were lost. The three-headed longhorn demons were also astonished that, although they had never dealt with humans, Brando's reaction had clearly gone beyond the general notion of speed. Something is wrong with their invisibility, as if they were the first enemies to confront each other, but as if they were facing a familiar old opponent.

The Longhorn Devil turned around.

Brando had already stood on the other side outside the scope of their melee attack and immediately launched an attack. At the same time, he looked in the direction of the portal and did not know where Antina was, but he would never dare let the demons leave.

After all, all the cloaks are just cloaks, not really out of the dominant material position. He had to find a way to get the monsters' attention. It wasn't an easy job, but Brando found a way.

He stared at a longhorned demon on the left and rushed up from the side. So the other two demons wanted to go around and surround him for at least one time, and he grabbed the sword of the earth in his hand and cut it off at the corner of the demon - the source of the power of the longhorn demon.

The Longhorn demon rushed his head away from Brando's sword while reaching out for a fight. But Brando roared, and the sword of the earth in his hand was the same black light. The sword blade suddenly disappeared from the Longhorn Devil's arm in front of him, and the next moment it was on the shoulder of the Longhorn Devil.

There was a loud bang, and the demon was directly struck out with his own companion.

But Brando immediately saw it climb up, with a deep bone mouth on his shoulder, but nothing else seemed to stand in the way. Demons have three hearts, four lobes, body functions that are not on the same level as humans, wounds that are at least severe on humans, but not even minor injuries for them.

Brando frowned and hurried back. Because the rest of the demon had swept over with a claw, and he turned his head back at the end of the day to avoid it, but it was inevitable that the wind pressure brought up by the blade cut out a mouth, a hot raw pain on his cheek.

He wiped it gently and had blood all over his face.

The smell of blood seems to be spreading, causing all three Longhorn Demons to get a little irritated. Brando rubbed his lips, in fact, knowing that the smell of blood would make the devil excitedly irrepressible, even high-ranking demons like Longhorn Demons could not avoid it.

Demons in a state of mania are more difficult to deal with than usual, but at least make sure that their way of thinking is not regained by reason, turning back to Antina's troubles.

Brando calculates the situation carefully as he retreats. Now everything is still under control, but there is still instability, and he bites his teeth and decides to light another fire on each other, completely forever.

“The skinned lizard. Is that all you got?” He mocked with contempt.

In fact, this phrase is often used by Dark Elves in the underground world to snub down the lines of Longhorn Demons. Since the loss of the point of ash, Dark Elves and Demons have long been indelible enemies, and dialogue between them naturally does not go anywhere.

If the ten most hateful sarcasms of longhorn demons are to be lined up, then they must be the most hateful ones to call them skinned lizards. Though they do look a bit like some kind of Dark Elf food.

When Brando said this, the three-headed longhorn demon uttered a vicious curse. In fact, they were trying to kill Brando first, and now they're dying.

As soon as the three-headed demon rushes up, Brando naturally doesn't fool around to fight. Instead, by retreating through the terrain near the portal, the Longhorn Demon is actually faster than him, but unfortunately sometimes it's not fast enough to catch up.

Especially for Brando, who is accustomed to intercepting them in either direction as they turn. If it was Amber Sword, the superb ‘kite technique' he was showing at this moment would have attracted the attention of the majority. Of course, that's a loss long before the fourth update of the game.

Because since then, players have eaten up the devil, and advanced infantry like the Longhorn devil is not difficult at all. Brando later even watched a video of a dozen or so level kite longhorn demons, and he didn't know it was the trumpet of the great god, and in fact, all he was doing now was crystallizing the wisdom of countless players.

But after all, reality is slightly different from the game, and each of these differences is a bloody wound on Brando. If he hadn't reacted in a timely manner, he would have been torn apart several times.

To be honest, don't say fate cards. If you have fanaticism, nine weeks after the wind, or one of the flashing swords, he is confident that singling out one of the longhorn demons won't take much to blow. Even in the face of three heads, the wind does not fall.

But now, unfortunately, he has nothing, and even his physical strength quickly goes into fatigue. Fortunately, he still has talent, otherwise the negative effects of fatigue alone are enough to make him drink hatred immediately.

Brando began to circle around the portal three times, clawed on his left arm and hit him in the back with blood all over his body. However, he also tried several times to return the hand. Unfortunately, the long horn demon skin was too thick. He estimated in the game that at most less than a third of the blood was lost.

Besides, the demon's self-resilience is extremely strong, and this may well be a good time to recover.

It's a long way off, but a minute later, Brando starts to feel the pressure multiply. No word from Antina, and Nicholas on the other side doesn't seem to be able to count on it for a while and a half. He estimated that he would have to hold on for at least another minute.

But this minute is enough to kill you.

This is not going to work.

Brando suddenly turns around and stops at the portal. The longhorn demons that came up in the back hurried to a halt. High intelligence also had this disadvantage. At least they knew which things were unbeatable. Although it was not so easy to break the portal, who could guarantee it?

If it's a retarded Hellhound or just one of them, hit Brando directly on the portal. But unfortunately the Longhorn devils didn't have the courage.

If it hadn't been for this portal, Brando would have been torn apart dozens of times.

He paused backwards and subconsciously stroked in his arms to see if he could find something to help him. But that touch only made him touch a dagger.

He took a moment to think of it as his hands-on work in alchemy. To be honest, there really isn't much use in such a battlefield.

But Brando stroked it out and threw it at the devil.

The Longhorn demon suddenly saw Brando's hand and couldn't help but panic, hurrying to the side to hide, but then saw that it was just a normal dagger. He couldn't help but scream in anger and Brando Haha laughed on the other side, not expecting the pen of God to accidentally help him with a small favor.

The devils came up again.

Brando back off, roll back. Another dagger was thrown at the longhorn demon. This time the demon said nothing to be fooled. He stopped it with his hand. The dagger flew out without even breaking his skin.

Brando immediately threw out the third dagger.

A dagger like this he did a lot when practicing, of course the material behind the work is quite ordinary, even far less powerful than the first one. The dagger he threw was no threat to the demons, and it became a purely naked mockery.

For a moment, the Longhorn demons were almost mad, and they were just a short distance from Brando. Two longhorned demons have even turned around to prepare to intercept Brando's retreat, while the rest of them have burst into the past with a roar.

Brando threw the dagger again.

The dagger is in the bosom of the devil.

It wasn't even going to look at it, and it was going to smash it open, and to be honest, it felt almost like a kid grabbing a handful of sand and throwing it away. Throwing it anywhere is worthless as long as you don't lose your eyes.

But this time it just hit the dagger and it felt wrong.

The first touch is slightly different...

It subconsciously lowered its head and was surprised to see Brando throwing not a dagger at all, but some sort of deformed cone. The Longhorn Demon, though extremely intelligent, never figured out what it was.

But it doesn't actually have to figure it out.

Because the next moment, a terrible pain has come from its chest. The Longhorn Demon sees the magic crumble on himself, the vast body breaks apart as if it had collapsed, and the dark magic surges out of the space that directly forms a black hole, suddenly screaming and pulling it back completely.

Retracted the sulfur river underground.

Only the last scream of the devil was left in the heavy rain.

Even Brando was frightened, and the nature he threw away was that horrible demon cone. Nor did he think, however, that for the existence of a demon that projected on the surface of the dominant material, it was not just a direct disintegration of its power, but even a denial of its very existence.

Brando, who witnessed it all, looked up in his gaze and understood for the first time why it had been called a nuclear weapon by the players of the day.

The guy with this stuff does have the potential to be a terrorist.

But there are two more ends, and Brando subconsciously wants to climb out of the ground. But the bones all over the body are as painful as a scaffold. He didn't even know if they would give him a chance. I don't think so. Longhorn demons aren't fools.

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