The Amber Sword

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“Charles! ”

Brando finally introduced those two giant activation spells, and countless luminosities emerged from the giant activation spells, making them look a little like stars in the dwarf phase - gravity can no longer constrain the gas burning around the stars, the inner layers begin to collapse, and the hot atmosphere begins to expand dramatically outward - these two light spheres, when they expand dramatically, occupy almost half the size of the square end, sparkling blue light inside the body.

The void between the two giant activation spells is only one carriage in size, and this interval is shrinking rapidly, and Brando is crazily accelerating, trying to pass through the middle before it's completely sealed. He activated his assault skills, jumping from the ground, and that narrow passage was almost right in front of him, but it was at this moment that a stream of light appeared on the body of the activated spell, which spinned like a star ring and crashed towards Brando.

At this time, countless curved lines of law emerged from Brando's side, forming two solid light walls forward, with streaming light heavily impinging on the light walls, and the lines of law violently shook up, flashing a dazzling light. At that moment, Brando's figure suddenly split a phantom forward, the light wall behind him quickly broke apart and swallowed it up, but he had settled steadily on the ground, looking back, the giant activation spell was behind him, and countless breaths of ice chased him into the star-like light, like a moth burst, leaving a bright spot in the expanding light sphere, and then disappeared.

Brando stopped for a little while, then put away his sword and ran to the east exit.

On the south side of the square, the entire Eternal Square changed completely. Cruz nobles were frightened and frightened. What was astonishing was Brando's strength, and what they feared was their arrogant attitude before. And Leonarette frowned low, without a word, and even Veronica picked an eyebrow. I had no idea Brando had really led so many monsters away, and even if she replaced Brando, she had to think about what to do.

“Count, he is so powerful...” The poet muttered incredibly.

“That's just technique," Veronica said and shook her head. That's a trick, but the question is how many people can see through the cracks between thousands of monsters gathered together, not even her, until they see Brando swimming in the monster's ocean with extra blades, and she doesn't follow that little guy's path to find that safe path, but she still doesn't know if that path is the only one or one of many, either, that's enough to surprise her. If it was the former, then she couldn't imagine how Brando would find this only way in between moments, and if it wasn't, it would mean that the monster's enclosure looked like a thorax to Brando, and it would take her a lot of time and consideration to find one.

Veronica looked at the north side of the square with some complexity, and even though she was reluctant to admit it, the young man's intelligence and courage amazed even herself, arguably a little disturbed. The young man was an Eluyn, and the most determined Eluyn she had ever met, and the leader of the women's regiment drowned her eyelids, only to think that if there were a lot of young people in the Cruz generation, compared to Brando, it would be like a moon versus fireworks.

“It would have been nice if there had been such a young generation among the Cruz.” She shook her head gently.

Brando certainly wouldn't have thought Veronica would have misunderstood his actions and overestimated his abilities. In fact, the cold breath trapped in the tide made him think too much, and he was starting to feel the problem was getting a little tricky.

In his view, the square gradually becomes a tall corridor leading to an unknown area, a direction that should be the Hallway of Rethinking, the exit of the central labyrinth, a very famous area of the Temple of the Hibernate. If he remembers correctly, there is an unknown lobby not far ahead, which is not much smaller than the Eternal Square, but rather expensive is the absence of wandering monsters, almost a natural place to move, where Brando intends to turn. But the problem was that he pulled too much weird this time, and before that, it could be said that no one had tried to pull all the cold breaths in the Hall of Eternity along with the two giant activation spells.

The more monsters there are, the slower they turn, and he doesn't want to turn around and stick one end in the monster's siege. But he can't find a reasonable way to avoid it. He doesn't want to use the flowing pointer. Although the gambling is over, it's not cheating, but burning experience still hurts. Especially if he just opened up the elements, and falls into the realm, that's not funny.

But Martha seemed to be on his side this time, and just when he couldn't find a clue, a little light suddenly appeared in the pitch darkness in front; Brando's heart moved slightly, and there was naturally no possibility of a player in this underground city, and the Black Firemen had not yet entered the Temple of the Hibernate, where all but they could be members of the return of all that was in Alex's line - just wondering who it might be. But whoever it is, it's enough for Brando.

He immediately had an idea.

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After receiving Anrek's orders, Dejar toured along the long hall with the knight of the black robe, a hall in this direction different from the Hall of Rethink, with nothing in the black hall, long arched windows embedded in the walls, small as ants as the teams passed through these giant arched windows, windows composed of 10,000 glaciers, dark blue light coming out from behind the ice wall, staggered inside the hall.

Just a few minutes ago, they turned a corner and saw this spectacular view. But as for where this is, nobody knows what this hall is called. The team proceeded slowly, passing between light and shadow, and the sound of footsteps interwoven across the hall into an echoing hollow echo, which rumbled in an open enclosed space. Just moments later, a black knight suddenly stopped and said, "What is that?!? ”

Everyone looked forward with his eyes, only to see a sudden burst of light in the darkness, which was gradually becoming bright, like a luminous giant beast waving its tentacles, hidden from the front corner. The tentacles slowly stretched forward, and then its body appeared in the sight of Dejar and the knights behind him, each with his eyes widened - they saw two giant light balls filling the corridor one by one, pressing it in this direction.

“It's an activation spell!” Dejar was quite knowledgeable and recognized each other's origins at first sight. Never heard of a revitalizing spell this big. He turned around and saw the knight around him panicking and pulling his sword. He hurriedly chopped his hand off the other sword and yelled at him: "What are you doing? Run!”

The general activation spells are mostly formed by spells between three and nine rings, and the activation spells composed of more than nine levels of spells are commonly referred to as loitering magic. Since they themselves are composed of pure and powerful spell forces, any magic except for magic and spell dismantling can only have therapeutic effect on loitering magic. In turn, activation spells are fictitious creatures with no substance and only energy forms. Physical attacks in the mortal world can only cause very limited damage to them. Therefore, loitering magic, although it is less powerful than the opening elements, is one of the scariest of the monsters at the gold peak level.

And in front of these two ends, it can no longer be called wandering magic. Even though Dejar has seen only two activating spells in his own life trajectory, he recognized them for the first time. This is a wandering magic lord made up of more than ten rings of magic, without any false elemental strength.

Only a wizard and an equivalent mage hunter can contend with it. They, the swordsmen or the knights of the Black Robe to whom all things return, can even serve more dishes. “Run, we run apart, they're on both ends, and one of us will always be able to return to the Grand Duke.” Dejar immediately yelled at the others.

The Black Robe Knight woke up dreaming and hurriedly scattered back. But Dejar's voice had just fallen, and the light of countless starpoints appeared in the darkness. “Sir, look over there.” Someone shouted, but no other Black Robe knight warned that Dejar had seen the scene, and countless breaths of ice appeared in the darkness, like a sudden tide of monsters.

“How is that possible!” The first reaction of Dejar was what trap they inadvertently set in motion, otherwise how could these activation spells in the Temple riot for no reason and rush straight to them? Until someone next to him reminds him... "Somebody!” The knight on his left suddenly shouted: “Someone is leading them! ”

The highlander's eagle swordsman reacted slightly to the meaning of the phrase, and he immediately looked in that direction, but he didn't look all right, but this look almost distorted his nose.

“It's you!”

Dejar shouted almost intolerably and immediately, and his expression seemed to see enemies who did not share heaven and were filled with resentment. Brando is also a little innocent in the face of such a eagle swordsman. He even thought it was a coincidence that when they first met, he cut off one hand from the other, and the second time they met, the guy almost died on the battlefield, and this time, obviously, something was going to happen that the gentleman didn't want to see.

Brando felt very sorry for this Highlander swordsman, but that didn't prevent him from saying what he was going to say: "Mr. Dejar, are you good? ”

“Count Tony Gale, you're dead!” Brando can feel this anger on Dejar's shady face that drips quickly into the water, and if that anger can be substantiated, he's already sore, but unfortunately, the Eagle Swordsman is far from developing the technique of conscious homicide a thousand miles away, so Brando can still jump alive for a while.

Of course, we cannot question Mr. Dejar's courage, and if he can, he will definitely take out his sword and unload Brando's eight pieces - or at least share them, in disgrace before the snow. But now Dejar just feels like he's got a root in his leg, weighing more than a kilo, let alone rushing to kill Brando, even if it's a step forward.

Because Brando is leading the two giant wandering magical lords behind him, as well as the tide-like activating spells - the breath of the cold coming straight to them, and as long as he's intellectually sound, he won't fail to understand what this Count Tonigle is up to - after all, it's not a great plot to bring this to water East.

But the problem is...

Dejar finds that there is only one way they can cope with this vile plot. “Dirty bastard!” He cursed to turn around and gave one of the most impeccable orders to deal with the situation: “Retreat! ”

Brando smiled, as Dejar realized, and as he had planned long ago, what both sides were going to do now was to run a painful race - no need to run fast, just faster than the others. However, it was not so easy for Dejar to take a step ahead of him. He shouted his fingers and drew a line in the air with his index fingers. Suddenly, the retreating knights of the black robe felt soft on their feet, as if the solid ground had turned into muddy ground.

Secondary quicksand technique, a cyclic series of terrestrial elements, has the only effect of making the ground softer, because the function of magic is to target the ground, not the people walking on the ground, so the knights of black robes do not even have the chance to resist the spell with magic resistance. Although, in general, the spell itself is unnecessary to resist, because it merely makes the ground softer and does not even allow you to slip into it like a real quicksand technique; it makes the ground softer, apart from limiting the cavalry on the battlefield - and even that role is minimal, because the scope of the spell is too small, and unless it is carried out by hundreds of wizards together, it is simply pointless on a battlefield that stretches for miles.

Hundreds of wizards, however, wouldn't it be better to do some other magic against the cavalry?

Even this spell works minimally for the Black Robe knights, and while their speed inevitably slows down on the soft ground, the speed change is minimal and does not hurt greatly. Dejar heard a slight whisper, apparently a little disdainful of Brando's childish trickery, and if he had the same idea in the first half of the morning - to use a circle of magic to counter the manifestation of elements? Isn't that fantastic?

But now he's got a big alarm in his heart. Will it be easy for him? Ask him about the scar on his arm.

What happened immediately proved what he thought.

Airflow stagnation, turbulent winds, secondary rust, ice feet, chains of flame, acceleration exhaustion, slight increase in gravity, one ring of spells falls on everyone's head, the effect of each spell is negligible, but victory does not require time to impose, Brando almost runs side by side without money to throw these low-level spells to the Black Robe Knight, without having to successfully break through the magical resistance of the Black Robe Knight every time, but once it takes effect, the high-ranking believers to whom all things return will slowly and irrepressibly slow down.

This slowdown is almost pointless on weekdays because of its short duration and equally time-consuming effort, but at this moment, it is a testament to all Black Robe knights. One by one, Brando crosses these knights slowed down by him, and the giant wandering magic lord behind him, with countless breaths of cold ice, swallows them up in an instant, as if they were stones thrown into the sea, a spiral in the tide of monsters, disappears.

“Despicable! ”

These are the most insidious, cunning, ruthless beings in the minds of ordinary people, but in their hearts Brando is the real demon at this moment. Nine Phoenix has an old saying called "making love to a tiger," and now Brando plays this role in their minds - if it's just Brando, they can easily defeat it together - of course, the Black Robe Knights think so. But, unfortunately, Brando obviously wouldn't give them that chance, and he'd just magic them one by one, and then let the cold breath behind him kill them one by one.

This is a bold fox tiger.

And of course, there are a few black robe knights who are humiliated, pull their swords back, and want to rush to the face and go home with Brando. But unfortunately, they soon realized this problem —— ‘Turns out this guy's a stubborn element, but swordsmanship is surprising.’ Then, with such a surprise, Brando swept into the monster herd nine weeks after the storm.

The knights diminished one by one, and soon there was only Dejar left in Brando's sight.

And the eagle swordsman was the heart of Alec. Brando felt what might have been a silent protective charm, or a secondary spell to resist a brooch or other magic equipment. One ring and two ring spells hit him and disappeared instantly. He tried to put a three-ring fire arrow on him, and he actually struck the other, leaving a coke black mark on his back. After all, it is a silent thought protector. Secondary spells resist brooches. However, Brando still shook his head. Tricyclic spells are only one type of fire arrow, and the power is not enough for him to reuse it. After all, it is a matter of heaven and earth to beat an opponent with an element of chemistry by the tricyclic method.

It would be nice to have a three-ring wind, if you could hold it off for a second, it would be enough for Dejar to suffer.

Brando had to face the reality that he was a third-class element, not to mention that he was struggling with instantaneous bicyclic spells, which thanks to the high will of the blessing, the tricyclic spells were to be forced instantaneously, it is really likely that he could not eat backphage. And if he stood still, he had to ask the Cold Breath army behind him if they wanted to stop and wait for him, and the answer was clearly no.

And now Brando has to face two problems:

First, Dejar ran faster than he did, and secondly, he seemed unable to slow down the other side.

Obviously, our Mr. Eagle Swordsman understood this after several attempts by Brando. He couldn't help but be proud of his face for the first time, but turned back and mocked Brando loudly: "You're crazy. Do you know what you're doing? Are you going to keep running? Ha ha, you're going to die before I do! ”

After Dejar shouted that sentence, he just felt like he was happy inside, as if it was the first time he had won the upper hand since facing Brando. It's just that before this happiness can be completely manifested from his divine colour, he's already dead, and even a little bit revealed, he's instantly solidified on his face - and he sees Brando looking at him with some pity.

If someone else looked at him that way, he would surely feel burned in anger, insulted and despised.

But Brando looked at him like that, and Dejar had a big alarm in his heart.

He must have conspired!

He must be planning on counting me!

Dejar was so familiar with this young man across the street that even after the Battle of Ambessel they knew who was the greatest beneficiary of the Ambessel and the Congregation, and the other planned their defeat with his own hands, as if he were an unobtrusive prophet, playing them - even the Duke, whom he respected - into applause. If there's anything else in the world that he can think of as a demon, then the other person's appearance must be the same as the face in front of him.

At that moment, Dejar felt his sweat rising, and he focused on Brando's every move, as if Brando had changed slightly, and he would immediately fight back in countless ways in his mind.

But Brando made only one move.

Said a word to him in his lips.

Our Mr. Eagle Swordsman said a little bit, not that he didn't understand lips, but that Brando spoke to him too strangely.

“Careful up front? ”

“Watch out for what? ”

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