Brando ordered Lubis's mercenaries to throw the two stunned sergeants of the Silver Wing Cavalry into the corner of the room. Then he thought about it and thought that the swordsman might have chased him all the way. He covered his left shoulder - before
The wound left by the stabbing sword was burning and painful. With his current level of strength in front of a gold-level swordsman, even the slightest vacillation would be fatal: this is no better than fighting against the Crusader Executioner or the White Knight.
In Ebdon's competition, with a strength gap of nearly twenty times, the effect of experience is already minimal.
In other words, if Test goes all out, Brando's perception won't even be able to capture the opponent's movement trajectory.
He wiped his forehead that was covered with sweat and twitching, and he couldn't help but be filled with doubts. Although he didn't know what the other party was doing, the target they put on him as soon as they met made Brando wary. He thought
Is the other party a killer of the All Things Unity Association? Because the only thing he has offended now is this organization.
But it's not quite like it. The Wanwuguiyihui's style of conduct is low-key and secretive. Even if he wanted revenge, he wouldn't choose to do it in a public place like the auction site.
Unless they collude with Madara. But that is even more ridiculous. The All-Union Society believes in chaos and is a secret follower of the Dragon of Twilight. How can it be possible to mix with the order in the darkness - Madara. Brando shakes
Shaking his head to eliminate the messy thoughts in his mind, he pointed at his 'subordinates' and warned: "Six of you, run away separately." The top priority is how to save your life.
He issued this order, but immediately felt that it was unnecessary. Brando immediately had an urge to call them back, but after thinking about it, he forgot it. It was better to be prepared. Anyway, there was no difference between them and them.
Not much.
In the 'Amber Sword', if there are twelve warriors with the strength of the lower reaches of the black iron at his level, it would be a very happy thing. But in this cold world
, in the inhumane real world, there is now a swordsman who has activated the third level of power and seems to be planning to cause trouble for him, which makes people a little uneasy.
The average strength of a person who has turned on the third level of power is at least more than a hundred levels. Brando thought that the other party was a swordsman who used a thin sword that was not very common, so he must have taken the dexterous route of practicing elf swordsmanship. If
If he has a dexterity of more than one hundred and twenty energy levels, his reflex speed will be twenty-three times that of ordinary people, and his burst speed will be forty-seven times.
With the blessing of this ability, the opponent can reach a speed of more than 700 kilometers per hour when moving in a straight line, which is nearly twice the speed limit of a Formula One car, and is even close to the speed of an earlier generation of jet fighters. And his physique is also strong.
It is enough to support its advancement at this speed, counteracting the resistance wall and the pressure on the internal organs.
According to the calculation method in "Amber Sword", a character with one hundred and twenty energy levels of dexterity should have a physique of at least sixty energy levels. The defensive power generated by such a person's skin alone can be comparable to that of
More than 200 mm of sloped armor. Brando thought about what kind of damage one of his strongest attacks, the 'wind bomb', could cause to a 200 mm sloped steel plate——
It's probably just a dent at most.
In other words - a swordsman with level three strength is almost a humanoid monster.
Brando couldn't help but think that if he handed over a sword to such a person, he would fly out and hit the auction house. If he wanted to, such a guy could kill him in a few dozen seconds.
The entire auction house was searched, so even if he sent all twelve people out, he would only be able to delay it for a few seconds at most.
A few seconds was nothing to him, but to the opponent, it was enough to kill him back and forth several times.
Brando took a breath. He thought that since he came to this world, everything has basically been within the scope of his design. He has been cautious just to avoid the existence of these high-level people. During the entire adventure,
, the only flaw can be said to be that he accidentally offended Wanwuguiyiji, but he always paid attention to avoiding the other party's eyes.
He just wanted to break his head, but he didn't expect that this was just a not-so-clever coincidence. He turned back and pulled out the sergeant's sword, then turned back and glanced in the direction of the door. The remaining Lubis mercenaries blocked the aisle.
The messy space in the corridor seemed to have been drained of air and filled with a dry, dead silence, which was disturbing.
Brando showed the Holy Sword card, spreading his snow-white wings, and a huge sword with mysterious golden patterns flowing on the sword appeared behind him; this was the third time he showed this card, and the honor surged on the sword.
The power seemed to be refracted into his body, as if he could destroy walls and break oars with a snap of his fingers. However, Brando understood that this was an illusion caused by a sudden gain of huge power. In fact, the Holy Sword Card was only strengthened in a compensatory manner.
This has improved his offensive ability - making him enter the middle level of Silver in some respects.
But this power can only give him the comfort of being able to hurt his opponent. In fact, he understands that if there is a real fight, he may not be able to catch the opponent's movements and will be stabbed through the throat. Of course, everything is not always the same, Bran
I think I don't have no chance at all.
At this time, he finally heard a few screams coming from the corridor, and the 'Mercenary of Lubis' card maintained on the secret ground of the Holy Tree was half dimmed in an instant.
Brando's heart tightened, and he raised his head, just in time to see the silver-haired young nobleman slowly walking out from around the corner - the man was wearing a short black cloak, with one hand hooked on the hilt of a thin sword, and a crystal-like sword hung on it.
There were a few traces of blood on it. Brando actually recognized the sword: the Sting of the Crystal Scorpion. In the 'Amber Sword', the damage of this sword is not even ranked among weapons above level 60, but the sword itself
Its toughness and strength were second to none. He remembered that when he was still a young man, he heard a veteran say that if someone was used to using such a sword, it at least meant that he was very confident in his own strength.
Brando didn't fully believe this judgment, but judging from the young man's previous performance, he did seem to be confident in his own methods.
While he was taking care of Test, the noble swordsman was also looking at him with glass-like purple eyes. The silver-haired young man's eyes first fell on the shadow of the holy sword behind Brando, and he squinted slightly.
, and then his eyes swept over the other people one by one. They were all black iron downstream. This young man had some capital, but in his opinion it was not a big deal. At this time, it didn't matter whether he showed his fangs or not.
If it can bring a deterrent to others, then it is better to put it away - so Test sheathed the sword and smiled slightly, this smile was as sweet as a woman's peaceful smile.
Then the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Where have I seen you?"
Brando didn't know what medicine he bought in the gourd, so he could only force himself to be calm, smiled disdainfully, and said straight to the point: "Of course, because you just stabbed me in the shoulder about a minute ago. And there.
I confirm that I have never seen you before, sir." He replied unhappily.
When he answered this, he quietly opened his property panel, and rows of data hung down like water, appearing in front of his eyes.
The first is idle experience: 4730.
After the series of battles, his reserve experience has once again increased. What's more, the acquisition of the Elemental Revelation Scroll not only saved him nearly 2,000 experience, but also crucially omitted the series of tasks to open the element pool. This is simply a waste for him who is pressed for time.
It's so important.
At this time, Test shook his head and was not angry at all: "No, that happened earlier. I confirm that I saw you at the cavalry headquarters."
"Cavalry Headquarters."
"Exactly."
"Who are you?" Brando suddenly realized something, but when he thought of this question, he relaxed and took a breath and looked at the other party calmly.
"My name is Test. This is the name I gave myself. It means 'tiryhd' in the ancient Cruz language, which means 'resistance'," Test replied with a smile: "If you ask
Identity, I am the deputy to the commander of the Silver Wings Cavalry Regiment, the third-level sergeant major of the White Mane Legion, and the Viscount Manowell of the Kingdom of Eruin. However, I still prefer my name to these lengthy titles.
, simple, and full of profound sacrificial meaning." Brando has rarely seen a person who can talk so rhetorically around his name with such a smile, but now he has seen one.
It turned out to be him. Brando suddenly understood. Could it be that what they did on Squirrel Street was known? But this is unlikely, unless the cripple sold them, but does the cripple have the courage? Bran
Shake your head more often and force yourself to calm down, so as not to be caught by the other party.
Viscount Test.
The illegitimate son of Archduke Golan Elson, Viscount Test of the Manowell region, was neither too conspicuous in the last short history of Eruin, nor was he as unknown as an ordinary person.
Brando's impression of him was limited to a tragic love story between him and a female bard - of course, that happened later.
But Brando knew this man’s character. Mr. Viscount was a person who was open-minded and informal on the surface, but was so meticulous in his heart that he was almost rigid. Although Brando once doubted Test’s role as the leader of the Blade Cavalry, Magsk.
The deputy may also have something to do with the Oneness of All Things. Moreover, this person’s mysterious whereabouts also confirmed this from the side. However, when he first met the historical Viscount Tester, he couldn’t help but take a bite.
Surprisingly, the other person does not appear to be psychologically distorted due to long-term exclusion and suppression as described in poems and novels. The other person's calmness is reflected on his face. Maybe he has bad intentions - but this kind of bad intentions
He is also very calm and does not make people think of derogatory terms such as 'hypocrisy' or 'hypocrisy'.
His smile is like a beautiful poisonous snake. You know the danger, but you still feel elegant and calm.
Tester held a sword in one hand - the sword was in a sheath like a cane - the threat was unspoken. But the silver-haired young man seemed to say: "There is something that needs to be resolved between you and me.
, I don’t rule out the possibility of stabbing you through with a sword, but other than that, there’s nothing we can’t talk about.” It’s as if for this kind of person, life and death have long been ignored, and he has his own attitude and attitude.
Pursue.
Seeing this, Brando knew that he could not find any flaws in such a person, but when he was a Sophie, he had a stubborn temperament that made him stronger when he was strong, otherwise he would not have fought with Madara.
Year. So now he calmed down and smiled coldly.
"I don't remember offending you before, Mr. Viscount."
Test's purple eyes flashed. He had always felt that this young man was not simple. Just now he made a sudden move, and the opponent, a swordsman with a black iron lower level strength, was able to escape calmly. This is enough to prove that the opponent has certain abilities.
ability. But now he further confirmed this.
A simple sentence, both a counterattack and a cliché. The other party seemed to have figured out his character. The silver-haired young man suddenly felt a little awkward. He couldn't help but touch his nose. Of course he didn't want to be led by the nose.
, but it would not work if he pretended not to hear it, his self-confidence would not allow it.
"That's good, but not everyone in this world has a choice," he replied.
Brando's eyes narrowed slightly. Test was soft and then hard. It seemed that things were not as good as he imagined. But it was probably impossible for him to hand over Antitina, he thought.
, while quietly allocating experience to the mercenary profession without reservation. The latter immediately crossed levels 11 and 12, making his total level reach level 20 for the first time.
At the same time, his power also broke through double digits for the first time, reaching 10 points.
Although this level of strength is still not enough for Test, it can still be regarded as entering the mid-range level of black iron strength.
"What do you want to say?" He suppressed the power of the holy sword with one hand, his palms were covered with sweat, but he asked calmly on the surface.
"Let's get straight to the point, what's your relationship with Leto?" Test seemed to have seen Brando's little move, but he didn't express anything, but asked calmly. However, his gesture made Brando even more embarrassed.
Facing a powerful enemy, as a veteran warrior, Brando could see the opponent's possible sword path from almost every direction in Test, which made him break into a cold sweat.
This Tester, on the surface, doesn't care, but in fact he is very wary of himself.
But what shocked him more at the moment was Test's question. In fact, Brando's face almost changed when he heard this question. Fortunately, he has experienced many battles, and at least his mental quality is not compromised. This is worthy of him.
He calmed down, took a breath without leaving a trace, and asked: "What Leto?"
Brando looked uninformed on the surface, but he was in a turmoil in his heart. From what camp did Test come from to ask him this question? Local nobles? White-maned legion? Or the unity of all things? Thinking about it, it seems that
It's possible, but each lacks core evidence to support it. But the key to the question is how much they already know.
Brando forced himself to stare into Test's eyes. This was his specialty. He had deceived countless top Madara players in the game, but it seemed to have lost its effect at this moment.
Test didn't catch a single clue from Brando, but it aroused his suspicion. He smiled: "Your answer doesn't mean much to me. Originally, for me, killing
It’s easiest to get you. But your performance made me love talents. I don’t mind what you said. You understand that it means nothing to me—”
He looked at him with glass-like purple eyes and said with a smile: "Your name is Brando, right? I just ask you one thing, are you willing to join us?"
At this time, Brando wanted to pretend to be stupid and ask: "You guys?"
But when he saw the opponent's hand holding the sword and the dark ring of the krait on his finger, he couldn't help but swallow. He knew that this was Test giving him an ultimatum, either agree or give up.
I can only report to Master Martha.
But joining the Union of All Things is a torture in itself. In the previous life, it was his life and death enemy second only to Madara.
And this is secondly, Brando knows that once he joins this notorious organization, he will be marked by it for life. This is not the path he wants to take. As long as he is not completely desperate, he does not want to go even a little bit towards this.
Consider the direction.
With the addition of the All-Union Society and Test's Sword, he now has to choose a side.
Brando couldn't help but stop working on the attributes...
