To achieve 100% mission completion, it seems that all enemies standing in the way need to be uprooted. This mission is far more difficult than Brando imagined. He originally thought that as long as he saved the Gray Wolf mercenaries
That would be enough, but now it seems that this idea is a bit naive.
The mission system of the Amber Sword is really not easy to fool. Even after entering this world, it still shows its true character. Having said that, Brando still greeted the members of the torrential rain mission team a hundred times in his heart.
He calculated on his fingers the enemies he would face, including the more than a hundred lizard bandits mentioned in the information provided by Chablis to the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, but the mission guide stated that the actual number was in the thousands.
More than 1,000 people, even more.
Then there are the Black Fire Cultists, whose number will not be less than two hundred, and whose average strength is above Black Iron, which is a big trouble.
Finally, there are more than 70 dark mercenaries under Conrad, whose strength is almost the same as that of the Black Fire Cultists; the Card Mercenary Group is also the only report on the guide with the most accurate number of people. Ha, this is really good news.
——
Then, the lizardman commander Heyukiel himself has the strength of Peak Silver, and is undoubtedly the level of Konrad Gold. As for the Earth God Envoy Brando who accompanies the Black Fire Cultists, he doesn’t even want to mention it because it gives him a headache when he mentions it.
But Brando doesn't know yet that there is a lower-level dark priest among the other party, otherwise he would really scold his mother.
He thought for a while, turned around, and saw that the silver elves had already dealt with the white-haired arrogant maniac. The gray wolf mercenaries were treating the wounds with the help of their colleagues, the Lubis mercenaries who were also mercenaries.
Because they have similar backgrounds, these two groups of people get along very well.
"What are you going to do?" A voice sounded beside him.
Brando was stunned for a moment when he saw the silver elf commander wearing a golden helmet.
"If that human being didn't lie, the Black Fire Cultists and the Lizardmen are converging, and their speed should be about the same as ours. When we arrive, we may have to face more than just a ragtag group of Lizardmen."
The Silver Elf Commander seemed to be stating something that had nothing to do with him.
"Basically correct," Brando replied without thinking: "But I guess Conrad has already met the lizardman commander Heyukier by this time, because he wants to prevent us from sneaking out from the north first."
The Silver Elf commander looked at him without saying a word. Although he and his men were still extremely powerful at this time, and it seemed that they could easily push the lizard men evenly, but Brando knew that this was far from the case.
He has not heard that the SSS completion task can be completed by flat pushing.
"They should have sent out spies."
"He thought we would escape?" Brando smiled: "But it's just right, I want them to make mistakes."
Brando did not guess wrong. In the evening of that day, the lizardman dragon-hunting cavalry dispersed from their lair in Balogan.
…
The next morning——
The dry bushes on the hillside made a rustling sound. A human hand and another slender elf hand separated them to the left and right. Behind the bushes, Brando and the silver elf commander looked calmly.
Watching the movement in the valley, the young man wondered for a while and said:
"Dragon Hunter."
"This is the third team since yesterday -" The elf commander's silver pupils reflected the scenery of the green valley below, and his eyes did not change at all. The speed and flexibility of the hunting dragon in the jungle exceeds that of any kind of cavalry in this era.
Mount, but compared with the Miner Shadow Knight, it is still far inferior. The hunting dragon leaps forward in the forest, and its swift figure passes through the gaps between the tree crowns from time to time. Unfortunately, this silver elf warrior master
His eyes were still a little ridiculously slow.
"From this distance, it is already twice the normal patrol range of the general bandit lair. Even if the opponent is under the tree shepherds, this is not normal..." Brando murmured to himself: "It seems that it is indeed
It’s time to enter plot mode.”
"What?" Silver Elf Commander turned around.
"No," the young man realized his slip of the tongue and quickly corrected himself: "I'm just estimating the distance."
"It's unnecessary." The Silver Elf Commander glanced at him. This was not the first time they had done this kind of thing since last night.
Brando nodded quickly: "There's really nothing to see, let's proceed as planned." He turned around and shouted: "Sanford."
The former Gray Wolf mercenary, but now the young man who was his subordinate ran up from below panting, raised his head and looked at the two people above and asked: "Here! Lord, what's the matter?"
Although he has just joined, Brando has already instructed Antitina to tell them his 'true identity'. Of course, it is not a big deal for adventurers, travelers and even businessmen to use a false identity when walking outside.
thing, but these mercenaries are still very happy that Brando can trust them so much - not to mention that the identity of a future lord is obviously more attractive to these mercenaries than the identity of a businessman.
Rather than living a wandering life with no fixed abode, the mercenaries are more willing to become the followers of a nobleman, so that they can at least settle down. Especially from the descriptions of the group of Lubis mercenaries, it is obvious that this
The young lords are different from the stubbornness and indifference of most nobles, who ignore the lives of their subordinates. Although they have just learned a lesson from the 'Maned Wolf' Macaro - but living in this chaotic world, they are little people.
what else can we do.
They can only work harder to attract this adult's attention.
"Transmit the order and prepare to take action." Brando replied looking down the valley.
"No problem, I'll go right away." But halfway through, the young man turned back and asked with some confusion: "Lord, actually there is one thing I don't quite understand..."
"kindness?"
Sanford hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to ask: "I think based on your current strength, sir, there is no need to go to such trouble. As long as we kill all the way, I believe those lizard people will not be able to resist, even if
It's the same as what you said about them colluding with the Black Fire Cultists. As far as I know, even Eruin..."
He did not say the second half of the sentence, "Even the royal family of Eruin may not be able to gather more than twenty Templars-" Yes, although the total number of Templars in Eruin may be far more than
There are so many twenty; but one thing that must be understood is that not every one of these Templar knights serves the nobles, not to mention that even the remaining ones who are loyal to a certain force are not always loyal to a certain one.
power.
However, the subtext of this sentence sounded more like questioning Brando's identity, so Sanford stopped abruptly.
But Brando still understood what he meant, and he smiled slightly and replied: "You may be a little disappointed to say it, because these elven allies are not my subordinates. They fight alongside us just because they have a relationship with us.
A common goal, and the other point is that they can't leave the area too far, otherwise the power will gradually weaken."
The young man was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Brando meant by the weakening of power. But he immediately replied loudly: "No, Lord. You misunderstood, we will not be disappointed - you forgot, yesterday we swore to follow you
It is not because you have great strength. It is to repay your kindness. Therefore, no matter when, whether as Gray Wolf mercenaries or former Gray Wolf mercenaries, we will not violate our
promise."
But he immediately asked: "It's just that these elven allies are Templars, right? Even if their power declines, will they have such a strong effect...?"
When Brando saw Sanford's expression, he knew that there was something wrong with this guy's understanding. It's not his fault. Indeed, according to ordinary people's understanding, the strength of the Templars could be reduced by half and still remain at the level of gold.
The pinnacle of the level.
Twenty gold level peaks are indeed enough to sweep this area.
Unfortunately, it backfired. There is another thing in this world called the level system. If the strength is reduced by half, the level will be reduced by one level, and if the level is deducted by half, the impact will be huge. Unfortunately, this damn altar system really does this.
In terms of strength - the Elven Guards' peak state is just an ordinary unit of level 60, and if half of it is deducted, it becomes an ordinary unit of level 30. Not to mention the peak of gold level, even the upper level of silver level of strength is difficult to maintain.
There is no problem in pushing the lizardmen flat with more than 20 advanced silver-level units. The problem is that if you add the Earth God Envoy and Conard, the trouble will be big.
Therefore, he had to find a way to defeat the enemy through ingenuity.
However, it was a bit difficult to explain this thing, so he simply waved his hand and replied: "Don't worry, go ahead and pass on the order. Believe me, I will bring you victory——"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
The silver elf commander watched Sanford's figure disappear into the woods, then turned around and glanced at Brando with his silver-grey eyes, and replied: "I can't tell, human, you are still very arrogant."
"It's self-confidence." Brando raised his head and corrected seriously: "Remember, this is not the battlefield of the War of Saints, nor is it the era where the stars shine when you are in. Many talented commanders make everything routine.
All the tactics have become eclipsed. Of course, maybe in the near future, this continent will usher in that era again, but not now."
He raised his head, looked at the forest in the north, and answered word by word: "Now, here, I believe that no one has the ability to take victory away from me. As a senior regiment leader, I agree with you
Say these words, Commander, and you can write it down."
The silver elf looked at him, then lowered his head and took off the golden peaked flying-winged helmet. When he raised his head again, he revealed a handsome and indifferent face: "To be honest, I didn't understand." The other party said.
replied.
"You said, 'Perhaps in the near future, this continent will usher in that era again.'" The silver elf turned his face sideways. The cold profile of his face was so beautiful that even women would be jealous. He asked: "Your
Does this mean that the Dragon of Darkness will return to this continent again?"
"No, that's another matter."
"Are you so sure, human? Can you see into the future?" Another cold question.
Brando was suffocated, thinking how could this guy be so good at catching bugs? The game development team might as well hire you to catch bugs. But he hesitated and said: "It's not a foresight, it's just a premonition. If you don't believe it,
, when that time comes, I will return to this place to tell you what happened in the outside world, how-" He didn't know why he said this, but maybe some secrets were held too deep in his heart.
long time.
This guy is just a ghost who can't leave here, he thought.
The silver elf was startled for a moment, then smiled coldly: "Namenis."
"Brando."
"Brando, then I'll wait to see your so-called victory."
This bastard still doesn't believe it at all.
"It's up to you." Brando replied through gritted teeth.
