Four hunting dragons were walking through the darkness, and their faint shadows were like running water across the valley. When the leading rider raised his hand high, the knights stopped after a sudden stop, changed direction uniformly, and then turned over and dismounted. Bran
An extra hand was pressing the hilt of the sword, and his thigh crossed the saddle made of unknown leather. When he landed on one foot, he heard Roman on the side shaking his body on the back of the hunting dragon and complaining to him:
"Brando, it's so uncomfortable to ride this thing -" the business girl held her neck with one hand and frowned, "It's not exciting at all."
Brando smiled, and walked over to help the young lady get off the back of the hunting dragon. He thought that if there was no promise that could interest you - how could 'our Lord Roman' follow me obediently? As a two-legged dragon, the hunting dragon
The side-by-side reptiles will twist their spines in an 'S' shape when moving forward. It would be strange if the rider riding on them had no special training. Otherwise, how could he waste dozens of experience points and get the lizard man captives from him?
Learn this technique.
He had been fooled once in the game before, how could he step into the same pit again. However, the young man saw that his female companion did not look good, and he felt a little bit sad, so he replied gently: "You go and take a rest.
Let's go." Anyway, Roman can't get involved in the next battle.
"Then I'll go to bed -" Roman jumped off his arm and winked at him: "I will pray for you, Brando."
"In a dream?" Brando asked angrily.
"Well, in my dream." The girl nodded seriously. When she smiled, her bright eyes narrowed into an arc. She glanced at him as if she had won a small victory, turned around and ran away - and from the forest.
Lubis walked out and passed by. Brando also smiled in his heart. What he liked was the business girl who could maintain an optimistic attitude no matter what adversity she was in. On that night in Butchi,
Roman's first move attracted him deeply.
It is undeniable that he inherited Brando's feelings, but this business girl also conquered his modern side.
He took a breath, and the cold night air immediately penetrated into his lungs, and his slightly heated mind gradually calmed down. The young man saw the tiger bird among the mercenaries coming up again, and was startled for a moment, and immediately went to
The experienced mercenary captain made a 'go back' gesture: "Go back and prepare, the enemy is less than five miles away from us! Speed up, there are more than two hundred lizards, I want this experience to be retained.
." Brando doesn't like to talk too much nonsense before the war starts. He has already made everything clear. This is just a small ambush.
Compared to the past games, it can't even compare to a slightly larger-scale team activity.
"Experience?" When Sanford got off the back of the hunting dragon dizzily, he only caught this word that he didn't quite understand. The tiger glanced at the young man and curled his lips. In fact, he was very proud of his lord.
Some strange words popping up from time to time have long been used to it. Not only him, but people who have been with Brando for a while have actually gotten used to it and have learned a lot.
"I mean the enemy." Brando changed his words seriously.
The silver elf commander glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Brando's order was quickly implemented——
The group returned to the forest on the hillside, and the young people began to lay out tactics. Facing the group of enemies in their early twenties, Brando decided to use the method they most commonly used in past games-divide and conquer. He and Hu
Que and the Silver Elf commander hid in the forest together, looking down at the Silver Elf guards and mercenaries entering the predetermined positions one after another - as the most professional warriors from the War of the Saints, the elves' armors were all made by experienced
The elf craftsmen have done a matte treatment, so they don't worry about reflection in the moonlight. Most of the mercenaries wear lightweight leather armor, and even the mail armor is painted black, so they don't have to worry about it.
The elves squatted down in rows behind the bushes, holding their double-headed swords with one hand. Out of the same concern, the swords were also buried with dead leaves. About thirty feet behind them, the mercenaries each
He nervously leveled the short bow or crossbow in his hand, not daring to let out a breath. In fact, Brando didn't want any casualties in this battle, so he asked the Elf Guards to serve as melee strikers, and the mercenaries
It is only responsible for long-range suppression and killing.
His subconscious behavior to reduce the loss of the unit, in the eyes of the newly joined Gray Wolf mercenaries, became a sign of caring for his subordinates. Although the "maned wolf" Macaro in the past could also bring them victory again and again,
However, as a commander with a noble background, their common problem is to regard the number of casualties of their subordinates as just a number. In Warnd, whose productivity far exceeds that of the medieval era on earth, the abundant population allows manpower to always be the commander in war.
It’s just a consumption figure in the eyes of officials.
However, Brando was born in the game. As a player, each of their NPC deployments were obtained in exchange for real money, and some were obtained from special tasks; it can be said that each one is hard-earned, and naturally
I can't bear to consume it like cannon fodder.
Of course, Brando didn't realize that his subconscious move had mobilized the loyalty of the new Gray Wolf mercenaries who joined him. He just took out his pocket watch from his arms and briefly estimated the time:
At most there's still an hour.
He exhaled softly and shook his body to make himself warmer in the cold forest before dawn. But he couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart. It was just a small battle, and he was actually a little nervous.
Get up, since he joined Grace's God's Martial Arts Guild to fight against Madara, he didn't command three or four regiments at that time. What kind of big scene has he not seen? Even before traveling to this world, he was still there
He laughed at those timid novices, but he never expected that one day he would behave like a recruit participating in the battle for the first time.
Although he thought so, when his eyes passed through the forest covered with gray-white moonlight, he still couldn't help but feel his blood flowing faster. This was indeed not his first battle in this world, but how long had it been since he had fought?
Hiding in a forest all night, just waiting for the enemy/members of the hostile guild to pass by.
He watched the green numbers projected on his retinas keep changing. He knew that thing. In the past games, they called it a distance plug-in. It was used to calculate the penalty value for spell casting and shooting distance, but at this moment it seemed
It was so unreal. Brando was stunned for a moment, and simply called up his attributes to get familiar with them:
(*In parentheses are equipment or other sources of attributes, which have been included in the total attributes——)
The attributes are already infinitely close to the silver strength. As long as he improves one more level, Brando is sure that he can enter that field. But compared to the basic attributes, his skills are obviously better. The situation in this life is simply better than the previous one.
There are too many. White Crow Swordsmanship and Power Explosion can be said to be one of the skills that have greatly improved the combat profession in the early stage. Now Brando simply cannot imagine what he did with just a few basic skills when he was over 20 levels in his previous life.
Those who have survived must know that at this moment, with his experience and skills, it is almost easy to fight against enemies of the same level. He has estimated his true strength. Even without relying on those experience skills, he can still reach the lower reaches of Silver and close to the middle.
Level. Of course, if you use his experience in past games, it is immeasurable. Facing different enemies - he may even be able to defeat gold level one, but for those that are particularly difficult, sometimes experience and skills are all that matters.
It has no effect anymore.
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and asked: "Your combat skills come from the Holy Land, right?"
The Silver Elf Commander was stunned for a moment, then looked at him warily.
"Don't worry, I know your rules. I'm not interested in your elf combat skills. I'm just asking casually." Brando thought to himself, of course I am interested, but if I don't have enough reputation, you won't be interested in me.
"Even if I tell you, you can't learn it. The fighting skills of the Silver Elf are all tailor-made for my people, humans." The Silver Elf turned back indifferently.
Brando despised the other party in his heart, thinking that a guy who looked as cold as an iceberg would tell lies sanctimoniously. If he didn't know, it would be fine, but it was a pity that the silver elf commander
The official probably didn't know that he had learned the Silver Elf's combat skills before, and there were more than one. But of course the young man wouldn't say it, he just smiled: "Don't say it so heartlessly, your name is Menis, right? You guys
Have you ever experienced the Saint’s War?”
The silver elf glanced at him and didn't understand why the topic turned to this, but nodded anyway.
"Then have you ever learned dark combat skills?"
"No." Namenis replied categorically, and glanced at Brando coldly. His lips moved but he endured it. In fact, there is only one silver elf who has learned dark combat skills, and that is
He joined the Dark Elf Legion under the command of the Dark Dragon, but although he thought Brando meant to ridicule him, the Silver Elf commander thought about it and told himself that the other party was just an unintentional mistake.
There should be very few people in this era who know some of the secrets of that era.
But Namenis doesn't know that Brando is one of these few people. Although he himself doesn't know whether he is still a 'human' in his current state. After all, there are not two souls in a person's body.
Some strange numbers will appear on the screen. Namenis was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Do you really want to learn something, human?"
This time it was Brando's turn to be in a daze. He opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Do you really want to teach me? Are you kidding me?
Brando clearly remembers that the Silver Elf's reputation is the most difficult to gain -
