Brando turned his head and let the skeleton pass him by. He almost forgot about the skeleton in the meditation room, but now he is no longer what he used to be. His hand is on the hilt of the sword——
The sword light flashed, and a layer of gleaming white light appeared on the sword of Zhanguang. Half of the skeleton's body had already flown into the air. Brando glanced at the skeleton that gradually turned into ashes. The Thorn of Zhanguang was worthy of being born in
The sword in the light actually has its own purification effect.
A little golden light shot into his chest——
Weapons with a purifying effect would cause double damage to the undead. No wonder he felt that there was no hindrance at all when his sword cut through the skeleton, as if a hot knife had cut through butter.
Artifact.
Brando only had this opinion about this sword at this moment. Even though it was not a divine weapon, it was still the same in such an environment.
But what he was more anxious about was the safety of Freya and Essen. He immediately pushed away the collapsed skeleton and ran outside. At this moment, his level 2 dexterity finally burst out. At this time, even though he was facing himself
It turns out that the world-class athletes in that world are probably not inferior at all—even surpassing them in terms of balanced explosive power.
With the support of the Thorn of Light and the Ring of the Wind Queen, his strength, physique and dexterity were completely broken. If Brando appeared on the earth at this moment, there would be only one explanation in the eyes of ordinary people - Superman, except that he could not fly.
.
Brando returned along the original path, and the winding corridors in the darkness no longer posed any obstacle to him. He jumped out from the collapsed wall of the temple, and the strong breath of life on his body immediately attracted the attention of the undead wandering nearby.
Two skeletons on the left and right made a clicking sound and staggered toward him, but what awaited them was two silver sword lights.
Brando put the two points of experience into his pocket, and immediately raised his eyes to look in the direction of the pasture. His pupils immediately shrank slightly - there was obviously a fire in that direction, and a blaze of fire almost dyed half of the night sky red.
In his field of vision, hundreds of skeletons were slowly surrounding them in that direction. He understood that these low-level undead would never act on their own, which must mean that the corpse witch behind him had noticed something——
"Freya, Essen!" Brando's heart sank, but just as he was about to rush over there, he heard a sharp, gloomy voice coming from behind:
"There is a human there, kill him——!"
Brando turned around and found a corpse witch at the other end of the street commanding six skeleton soldiers lined up to slowly approach him.
The corpse witch raised the bone staff in his hand——
But Brando was faster than it, and the charge skill was activated instantly. He was approaching like an afterimage of an explosion, "Stop him!" The Corpse Witch was startled and screamed hysterically.
The leading skeleton soldier raised his sword, but what he saw was the cold face of the young man. A sentence suddenly flashed through Brando's mind. The sentence was so clear that it seemed to contain the secret of the original owner of the body.
All feelings:
"Bastards of Madara, now it's your turn to be unlucky——"
He didn't bother with skills at all, and directly struck with the elf sword. When a long metallic sound pierced the eardrum, the stainless steel sword in the skeleton soldier's hand bent backwards under the huge force, and then broke with a clang.
Brando moved forward without hesitation. Behind him, the skeleton soldier was divided into four parts along with the entire skeleton and sword. At this moment, there was no longer any barrier between him and the corpse witch.
The abominable undead opened its jaws sluggishly, with only astonishment remaining on its withered face.
"This sword is for Brando."
He opened his mouth, and the sword penetrated under the corpse witch's left rib, and passed out between the third rib on the back. The sword of Zhanguang was filled with dim light, and Brando stared at the opponent's eyes burning with green light, and said so.
He swung his sword from front to back——
The soul fire in the corpse witch's eyes flickered for a moment, and then dimmed instantly. With a clang, its arm holding the bone staff flew far away, and was then burned to ashes by the purifying fire.
Three points of golden light rose from the night sky and merged into the young man's chest.
He turned around, and two skeleton soldiers were already flanking him on the left and right. Brando raised his sword, and the arm of the first skeleton immediately rose to the sky. The sword turned again, and the skull rolled down. He followed the trend and
Pushing, the redeemed ribs were immediately thrown towards its companion.
The skeleton soldier immediately waved his sword to block, but the movement of raising the sword stopped midway. A shining sword light had already flowed in and divided it into two halves forever - with a 'swish', Madara
The metal armor rings on the lowest level undead soldiers were scattered all over the ground like a goddess scattering flowers.
Two dots of golden light disappeared in a flash.
Brando immediately recited the attribute panel in his mind, and ghost-like data immediately appeared in rows on his retinas. He selected one of them and said in his mind: "Profession and experience——"
He blocked the attack of the skeleton soldier on one side with his backhand sword, and thought in his mind: "11 points of experience, improve the level of the mercenary soldier."
Brando stood up his sword and pushed the skeleton back with his strength. Then he glanced at his attributes, strength, and physique, which were increased by another 0.2 levels, and his dexterity and perception were also increased by 0.1 levels each.
.But the key is still 25 points of skill experience. This alone is enough to make the militia profession lose its value.
He took a breath.
Okay, now he has 2.3 level strength, 2.1 level dexterity, 2.2 level physical fitness, and absolute strength of 8.0. It has completely exceeded the player's initial attributes and has begun to move towards the first level of strength.
At this moment, Brando suddenly felt at peace in his heart. He looked at the three skeleton soldiers in front of him as if he were looking at a piece of air.
Yes, he is back again, finally——
…
Ten minutes was enough for the smoke to clear. At the end of the street, the sound of horse hooves came from far to near, two horses.
Two young riders rode side by side on the long street. They stopped their horses and looked around. They looked at the remains of bones lying on the ground with some surprise. They were speechless for a moment.
"Zeta, did you see that?"
"There's only one person. Is he a member of the Lidenberg garrison?"
"There's a corpse witch over there, Martha on top! Zeta, can you fight one against four?"
"No, I can't. This is a veteran." The thin young man on the horse looked around silently, and a kind of disbelief gradually appeared on his expression: "Lines, there are six skeleton soldiers here -"
Be quiet all around.
"Seven?"
"Seven."
"We must tell the deputy captain about this. What do you think this is? A regular army? Or a traveling knight?" The young man named Lines turned back on his horse and stared at his companions.
"I can't guess, Lynes, but I agree with you."
…
When Brando arrived at the ranch, it was already engulfed in flames. The burning buildings formed a bright background, and occasionally there was the sound of collapsing buildings not far away - but he did not see the undead army surrounding him as he expected.
The scene of chasing Freya and Essen.
On the contrary, he saw many newly awakened skeletons scurrying away in the blazing sea of fire. The bright flames were almost the natural enemies of these lower-level undead, making their weak soul fire tremble under the strong light, almost to the point of being destroyed.
Purified into a pile of ashes.
This is not blue fire. In the game, Madara's army can only use cold soul fire. Brando immediately realized that this fire was not set by the undead. Could it be Freya and Essen? He shook his head, he didn't
I think those two people are so decisive.
He keenly turned his head in one direction, just in time to see a group of skeleton soldiers chasing in a certain direction. He squinted his eyes and clearly saw a flickering black light from the skeletons - the darkness was purified, and there were people nearby.
Corpse witch?
Brando immediately pulled out his sword, and a dim light immediately appeared on the Stab of Light. As he walked in that direction, several reckless low-level skeletons passed by him - and soon our protagonist
Start with 7 experience points again.
But before the young man had time to get closer, suddenly there was a loud noise from behind the corner - countless bone fragments and metal armor rings flew out from that direction, and along with two or three skeletons, they were lifted high and fell into the air.
In the sea of fire not far away.
Brando was shocked——
This was the first level of strength (3oz~20oz), and he realized this immediately. Who were the people behind the sea of fire? Human beings? The regular army of Rittenberg? But they did not appear here in history.
He subconsciously assumed a defensive posture, raised his head, and saw a group of knights galloping out from behind the sea of fire. It was like a torrent, sweeping out of the flames in an instant. The leading rider immediately turned to him, and he
He raised his sword high - a row of riders behind him pulled the reins at the same time - and the whole team stopped in unison.
"Who are you -?" the rider asked coldly. The voice sounded like that of a young man. But the other person was immediately startled. With his back to the light, Brando couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but he could feel that the person knew him.
He. No, it should be said that he knew the original Brando.
Then he heard clearly the whispers of the riders behind:
"I bet it's a militiaman."
"I know him."
"But you guessed it right, it is indeed just a militia."
Brando frowned slightly. When his sight gradually adapted to the bright light, he finally saw the attire of these people clearly. Blue-bottomed thick woolen jackets, dragon-scale breastplates, shiny white iron helmets and cavalry helmets.
The sword, and the epaulette with a silver background and a black pine leaf mark——
Butch's Guard.
"Brando, why are you here?" The leading rider asked in a condescending tone.
"I have the same problem." Brando found this person's name from his memory: Brayson, who was also from Prague like him, was selected into the police force because of his outstanding performance in militia training, and then
Sent to the Butchi border for training...
Of course, this is only a superficial problem. Because no matter how outstanding Brayson is, he cannot surpass Brando, who is the best swordsman in the same period. However, when the father of a local governor speaks, the subsequent story will naturally become much smoother.
He did know about the grudges between the two people. Of course, it couldn't be called grudges. At most, they looked down upon each other.
Sure enough, Brayson immediately said: "Military, as the deputy captain of the Butchi Guard, I ask you to report to me immediately - why are you here?"
There was a burst of snickering immediately among the knights. They all knew that Brayson just wanted to cause some trouble for his fellow countryman. As for the report, it was just an excuse.
