The mercenary captain noticed Brando's movements and was stunned: "Sir?"
"I'll go around behind it." Brando interrupted him and replied.
Although the Ghost Rider is an undead, its wisdom is close to that of a normal human being. It will not stay here forever and let these rats that it sees as vulnerable drag him to death bit by bit. As long as it has about 10% of its life left, it will
Retreat decisively. But of course Brando will not allow the duck he got to fly.
"No, that's too dangerous." Huque was stunned for a moment. He roughly guessed what Brando was going to do, and hurriedly stopped him: "I'll go for you."
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" Brando asked. In fact, he didn't want to do it. Although he had done it himself every time such an unfortunate ending happened, you must know that the other party is the Ghost Rider.
, and even a single mistake is something that cannot be tolerated in this world.
It's not as simple as failing level one, it's losing your life. Anyone faced with such a situation would probably be so nervous that their heart would be pounding.
The only thing he can rely on is his unyielding talent. As long as he protects his heart and head, he can at least ensure that he will not be like a passerby - at least he can finish writing a will without any problem.
"You can tell me what to do, my lord," the mercenary captain replied: "We are your subordinates after all, you don't have to do everything ourselves."
"I also hope to save trouble," but Brando smiled and took out the previous roll of rope: "But it's a pity that you can't learn this."
"What's up?"
"Can you do alchemy?"
His words made Huque choke. If he knew alchemy, would he still be a mercenary? The middle-aged mercenary couldn't help rolling his eyes.
…
The battle did not come to an end so quickly. The Ghost Knight's defense was ranked among the best among level 35 elites and even level 40 monsters. Not to mention, the fluorescent ectoplasm full-body armor could defeat all monsters.
Most attacks blocked.
The four-arm crossbow provided by the army to soldiers with black iron strength is widely circulated among mercenaries. Although it is contraband, in most areas the nobles turn a blind eye. But this kind of crossbow is only
The power of the crossbow, which can only be cocked by those with a power level of 5 or above, is terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people, but to the Ghost Rider, it is almost like tickling.
Only crossbow bolts that occasionally hit vital parts can cause effective damage to it, but only a few points at most. What's more, the Ghost Knight is not a wooden stake, although its dexterity has dropped significantly at the extreme range of the altar, and it has the wind-bound
Although the arrow is restrained, but the difference in strength is there, it is still extremely flexible to dodge.
This does not include the 40% chance of losing physical attacks to the spirit body.
But Brando is not in a hurry. Huque still has four Ice-Cracking Arrows and six Wind-Bound Arrows in his hand. With the remaining duration, he can last for at least ten minutes. For more than ten minutes, more than ten black arrows.
Under the siege of mercenaries with mid-range strength, it is estimated that even a level 35 boss can lose a layer of skin.
Not to mention a small elite.
When Brando took the Ghost Rider and focused all his attention on the wholesome activity of playing whack-a-mole, he quietly made a large circle and came to the woods behind it. The distance was not close or far, almost half a mile.
The distance of the playground. If it were closer, the undead might notice it, but if it was further away, he wouldn't be able to bear the decline in accuracy of the bow and arrow.
After all, he is no longer the 130th-level warrior who would shoot you in the right eye from a distance of several hundred meters without hitting your left eye. He is a weapons master, so it is better to be safe.
But he didn't come here just to shoot cold arrows from behind. This may be effective, but it won't be very effective. Unless he has reached the first level of Silver and happened to learn a bow skill, he might hit a critical hit with one arrow and directly bring down the enemy.
It's possible to use 10% of Ghost Rider's health to kill him or something.
But that's obviously not possible now.
He glanced at the battlefield not far away. The heated battle there was in sharp contrast to the silence here. Brando took a deep breath, separated the shrubs on the ground, and then used his long sword to draw an alchemy on the sand.
Magic circle.
If Tamar is here, he must know that his previous advice is in vain, because after Brando drew another energy injection circle, he also drew a blood refining circle. It is obvious that he has planned to carry forward this forbidden technique.
Already.
Then he threw the coil of rope into the center of the magic circle, and then threw in the soul crystal he got from the intermediate corpse witch when he was in Lidenburg. To be honest, he was a little heartbroken. The soul crystal of the intermediate corpse witch was not available at this time.
It's so easy to get, especially since Madara has now negotiated peace with Eruin, and the next war will have to wait for who knows how many years - if it weren't for the fact that there was no better substitute at hand, he really didn't want to give up this precious
Material is wasted here.
Of course, life is more important in comparison.
He turned the long sword and cut his finger. A drop of blood fell into the magic circle, and his heart suddenly tightened. Brando immediately felt that more than one-third of his life was exaggeratedly wiped away. The higher the material, the more energy it has.
The demand grew bigger and bigger. Although he had expected it, he was still surprised.
He couldn't help but giggle a little, thinking that the only material he had was not a dragon's heart, otherwise he would have been sucked into a human being. Of course, this was just a thought, he really wanted to have a dragon's heart.
, he might as well just go directly to Cruz's Emperor and exchange it for the King of the Principality Dangdang.
But when he thought of the rare materials, he couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat, and then he thought of the thing that had been in his backpack. He couldn't help but subconsciously opened the backpack and took a look, and a golden light came into the young man's eyes.
There is life beating - very rhythmic, like a heart.
Brando took a breath. This was a secret he had told no one. No one else, because it was too important. Of course, he was almost sure who put this thing inside, but he didn't understand that it was just a one-sided conversation.
It's just fate, the other party seems to have no reason to do this?
What's the motive?
Putting blame on someone? Or a temptation?
Brando couldn't be happy when he thought about this. To be honest, this thing is important to some people, but it is not of much use to him. He still has four levels before he can activate his second talent, but he already has a goal, and
Not relying on this thing. He thought about it for a while, but still had no clue, so his mind quickly returned to reality.
At present, his biggest trouble is the Ghost Rider, and it is better to leave other things alone for the time being.
He glanced at the finished alchemy product in the magic circle. It was originally an ordinary rope, but now it has become as black as ink, and it is emitting a faint black light all the time. This thing looks extremely imba,
It has a bit of the style of the Immortal Binding Rope - of course, judging from the color, compared with the glittering Immortal Binding Rope in many cultivation novels, it might need to be renamed the Demon Binding Rope.
Brando laughed at himself, knowing that this thing was actually an extremely crude alchemical product. He simply injected the energy from the soul crystal into the rope. But he couldn't laugh or cry.
Yes, the raw materials are a bit too high-end, so this ordinary rope was made into this kind of material.
He thought that if Tamar knew that he was so wasteful, he would probably use the Soul Walker to give him a try.
Oh, by the way. In this history, the future master of alchemy has not yet refined the sickle, which is known as a semi-artifact. Brando immediately realized this and corrected his thinking.
He picked up the rope, then looked at the other side of the battlefield, quietly waiting for the moment the battle ended.
…
The Ghost Rider was showing off its power in vain, and its spirit spear hit a few people at first - but those were just injuries caused by wind pressure. But soon the mercenaries became more cautious, and this fierce
The undead immediately revealed its nature as a paper tiger.
Although the undead creature was fearless and joyless, it gradually became a little impatient. Especially the evil spirit mount it sat on could not help but raise and lower its hooves irritably.
Faced with this scene, Huque was a little worried at first. He was mainly worried that the Ghost Rider would strike again, but this guy tolerated it very well after suffering a dark loss. After all, it might kill him directly with another attack.
Take yourself away.
Ghost Rider has computing power, so he will naturally not make such stupid mistakes.
Of course, it may just not understand that it has been making another stupid mistake.
The mercenary captain fired the last ice-breaking arrow. After the battle lasted for nearly ten minutes, the ghost knight finally couldn't hold on any longer. Its upper body, which was almost covered with a thick layer of frost, made a clicking sound, and then began to retreat.
.
This undead retreated extremely fast, almost beyond everyone's imagination. They originally thought that after being hit by so many ice-breaking arrows, there would be at least some restrictions on its ability to move, but it seemed that it was only limited.
Just a little.
Huque reacted quickly and immediately added a Wind-Bound Arrow - unfortunately, the effect was not great.
The mercenaries let out an exclamation, and some were about to catch up, but Huque immediately stopped them. Just kidding, if Ghost Rider kills a carbine when they catch up, then they don't have to explain everything here.
They explained here that it was easy to say that if Brando died, it would be a disaster.
Huque cast his gaze into the forest. He knew that the mysterious lord would definitely think of something at this time. Unknowingly, these mercenaries had developed a trust in Brando, who summoned them.
But sure enough.
Two shining silver arrows appeared in the dark forest one after another, like two white lines extending forward against the black background——
