The Amber Sword

It was a small surprise to Brando to see a presence of extreme power next to the lord of a small place like Rosalind. Although that man's strength did not reach the extreme plain entirely, and should have wandered at the last stage of the peak of the law - sort of like St. Mayfist the Grey Sword at the Ring of the Wind, it could be said that only half a foot had entered the polar realm, but even that half foot was enough to prove that the other party was the real Polar Powerful.

The knights beside the lord of Rosalind had also seen that personal strength was relatively strong and of a high average, much higher than that of the great lords of Eruin Anlek and Sifah, but barely on the line with the Kruz Empire.

But places like Rosalind can only be roughly equivalent to remote areas like Anzeruta, where the same folk style is strong and the same power is unevenly distributed - the level of power of ordinary people is similar to that of most places in Eruin, but the strength of knights and adventurers is considerably higher.

But even in places like Anzeluta, he never heard of a lord who could be followed by the extreme, not even the semi-polar.

First of all, how can the local lord, Hood, let the mighty serve them? The entire empire has no more than two hands, counting those who are invisible, no more than twenty, and how many lords are there in the empire? Excluding jazz with a few knights' salaries doesn't count, not to mention hundreds of thousands.

Secondly, most people cannot support a very strong man, who would need to consume countless resources if he were to continue on this path, as he himself would not have done if he had not been fortunate enough to have undergone the baptism of the Great Tide. But outside of the Tiamat rule, how much pure magic is brought about by the tide caused by the sea of magic? If converted into magic crystals and other similar products, how many pieces of crystal ore do you need to own in Warnde to sustain this consumption?

Needless to say, just his nominal teacher, St. Mayfist the Grey Sword, consumes a fifth of the magic crystals produced in the Black Forest every month.

And the same amount is almost half the cost of the entire Valhalla fleet, and one person equals half of the floating fleet, and several more lords can afford it. Without Brando's ability to work with the Druids to exploit resources in the Black Forest, I'm afraid Cold Cedar Collar wouldn't be able to retain his nominal teacher for long.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some of the most powerful people are the protectors of a smaller principality or kingdom, or simply the royal members of this kingdom and the principality, or family members, who may have to remain in a barren land for long periods of time, even if this choice is not conducive to his quest for law and power, because of the need to protect their descendants and foundations, but such people have often given up on * * continuing along this path, putting more of their minds into the quest for secular power, making it harder to gain strength.

After all, the polar realm is followed by an indefinite path, and hardly anyone has been able to reach the realm of sainthood further since the Battle of the Saints, so there are indeed a number of people who have chosen this path.

It's just Brando doesn't feel like he's in front of this middle-aged man.

First of all, he had nothing to do with the Rosalind family, because he didn't look like a Rosalind native in any way, to be exact, he was a foreigner: a light brown long hair, pale blue eyes, deep orbits, tall noses, fair skin, and at first glance a standard Vaughn.

And Brando also judged that the other side should come from the south of the Cruz Empire, descended from the Grey Mountains along Anzeruta and Grey Mountains, where the Eruin race formed a special race because of its long-standing mix with the Empire.

How could such a man be with Lord Rosalind?

He suddenly remembered that Sin had said that Rosalind's number one captain was a foreigner, claiming to be from Cruz, like Boban or something. But Brando didn't think it sounded like a Cruz name, more like an alias.

As soon as Brando saw the man, he let go of the oppression of the knights in front of him, and it was not wise to open the plains in front of opponents of the same rank, and he did not want to be as stupid as Williams. Often, only the wizards will take the initiative to pull their opponents into their extreme plains, which are only a means of building home strengths for the wizards, who rely more on their magic, which is the means of victory.

All of a sudden, the Rosalind knights felt bound by their own power, unable to prevent them from falling off the saddle seat of the Wingless Dragon, almost out of balance - if not tied together with the strap and saddle seat on their legs - but even so, the knights were frightened to lie on the saddle, not as if they were masters of the golden class, but as if they were ordinary people who had never ridden a horse.

These knights were sweaty and a little hard to look at because they understood that Lord Rosalind was looking in that direction and were clearly rather dissatisfied with their performance from the other side's somewhat gloomy face.

Good thing Boban stopped his lord.

He was also measuring Brando, in fact the captain of the guard was not as calm inside as he appeared to be, and at a moment when Brando let go of his oppression on those knights, he realized that the strength of the young man might be a little scary.

This horrible means beyond his imagination.

A real Polar Powerful, probably not even early in the polar world, because Brando didn't see the Polar Plains as they unfolded. Integrating the polar world with the physical world is something that can only be done in the later stages of the polar world.

But the post-polar period is a broad one, and it is hard to say to what extent the post-polar period has reached.

There is some certainty in Bobang's mind about the average polar strongman, and even in the latter part of the polar world, he is not powerless to fight. Don't look at him now, he's only half the strength of the polar world, but that's just because the years and the wounds left a mark on him, and at his peak, a young man like Brando at best surprised him.

However, in this era there is such a genius, there is still a little emotion in Bobang's heart.

He thinks the wind and clouds he's been through are already the most glorious period for Vaughn. In the decades that followed, the names of the past passed away, and several empires seemed to have fallen into a long period of depression. Before the war, the big, hearty era was gone, and all that remained was memories of the past.

He thought that after that the kingdom of mortals would sink for a long time, and he did not expect that only half a century had passed before such a genius was born on the land again.

And there's not just one.

The two spirits behind Brando, and the little girl standing next to them, were all in his blindfold. The talents of Installon and Tagus, though only as brilliant as Brando's open-handed strength, are still at the top of the list among ordinary geniuses, especially Lord Black of Madara, who, though dead, is actually just the same age this year as Brando.

As for Phoenix Fire, not to mention Brando felt that if he didn't have the system to endorse himself, he would probably be thrown out dozens of blocks.

Before seeing these people, Boban thought he should have lost everything from the past. He left Warnd to go to Kyufeng and left the land where his soul was dreaming to come here for almost half a century, and old Lord Rosalind pulled him in at his most desperate hour, and he always thought he would be guarding this already somewhat broken family because of this grace - at least in his view.

Until a hundred years later, he left the world with his own secrets.

But today, the young man who stood before him seemed to have regained his desire for the truth. He understood that he had not had much time, but that moment in his heart actually sparked the idea of becoming a dead spirit.

The shock in his heart did not come from Brando's strength and talent.

It's the other face.

It's a typical Eruin face, slightly handsome, but it's not worth mentioning when you put it next to Instarone and Tagus, who are known to be one of the three handsome guys named by future generations of players, Tagus and Redios, respectively.

So by their side, Brando seemed a little dark.

“Mr. Boban, the little girl next to this young man should be the one the ghost car is looking for, and they should have an accomplice who doesn't know where to go.” Lord Rosalind is not really stupid, he knows in his heart the level of strength of his knights, and Brando can fool these people like a monkey, obviously out of proportion to how young he is.

He also understands that he has a few pounds or two of his own, so even if Boban doesn't stop him, he won't move lightly. His knights are not worth mentioning, but the Rosalind family has not been able to come up with a more convincing force, which is indeed an established fact since his father placed the head of the family in his hands - or since the Rosalind family moved here after the failure of the Swallow Plains.

Fortunately, however, he had one more person to rely on. He knew how good the nominal captain of the Guard was beside him. The other party was not actually a member of the Rosalind family, but had stayed here to look after his descendants with all due diligence, thanks to the grace of his father.

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