The violent flash even penetrated the barrier formed by the power of the soul, as if the entire space was vibrating, thunder rolled in, and an electric ring swept across in all directions——
There was a "crackling" sound of electricity, and the young man who was quietly confronting the undead lord Kabasi suddenly felt something strange. He looked down at the velvet on his woolen coat, and he raised his head again. , on the streets and even on the buildings and ruins on both sides, electric arcs suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. Blue-white electric sparks extended forward along all conductors, making crackling explosions.
Brando was slightly startled, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.
He turned back, but there was still calm in the mist in front of him, but this strange silence made him feel a little wary. He walked forward, and when he moved, Kabasi also moved, and the tall skeleton rattled. Walking out of the ruins, he stopped in front of him. Brando raised his eyelids and glanced at this guy, and asked angrily: "What, haven't you learned enough lessons?"
Kabasi opened his jaw and smiled silently: "You might as well give it a try."
The young man's face darkened, and the long sword popped out of the sheath with a clang. It was Akane's sword, and he felt a little lighter when he took it. But even so, his mere action of drawing out the sword still forced Kabasi to He took a step back. It was obvious that this undead lord was very taboo about his weird elements, but he still made up his mind to keep him here.
Brando frowned. Kabasi's cunning was beyond his expectation. He really didn't dare to attack rashly when he was not sure what was happening ahead. He did have a white deer statue in his hand that he could use. To investigate, but the necromancer Roscoe hiding in the dark opposite him has a much deeper knowledge of magic than him. If he plays such a little trick in front of him, he may not be able to gain favor.
Why hasn’t Medisa reported the situation yet?
The feeling in Brando's heart was projected forward, but it was as if his eyes were entering the fog, without any response. He took a breath, and it was at this time that a familiar, weak voice finally sounded in his heart:
"Lord, time is limited, I will keep my story short. There is also an undead general who is very strong, ahem...his name is Bai..." This was Medisa's voice.
But the sound stopped suddenly.
white?
This name made Brando's mind buzz, why is this guy here? When he thought of the cold metal mask behind the name, the cold hairs behind him couldn't help but stand up. If he hadn't If you guess wrong, there is only one general in the Insta Dragon camp who will be called this, and that is the Black Knight, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Judge, White Tiamas Qiu Yue. But this guy is Tower Aren't Gus's deputies, Tagus and Madara, supposed to be fighting against Eruin's Southern Army further south? What's the situation?
If it were just to sign an alliance with Grudin or even Denel, there would be no need for such a heavyweight to intervene. What conspiracy are these damn undead plotting here?
Countless thoughts flashed through Brando's mind. Bai's appearance caught him a little off guard, but the young man at least remained calm on the surface. He raised his head, glanced at Kabasi coldly, and then Approaching with a long sword - the tall skeleton's pale yellow soul fire flashed in its eyes. It didn't seem to understand why Brando suddenly became impulsive. But it had only one mission, and that was to stop him. This young man.
Kabasi's body was slightly stooped, and he had already grasped the short spear in his paws.
Facing this difficult guy, Brando gritted his teeth. Now that the situation was reversed, he had no time to struggle with this guy here. He lowered his face and said coldly: "Kabaisi, if you still want to
If you return to the Hill of the Dead to run your own territory, I will give you one last chance." In desperation, Brando no longer minded calling out the opponent's background.
Kabasi's eyes flashed with fire: "Are you familiar with us?"
Brando didn't seem to hear it. He threw the long sword away; there was a sound of metal colliding with the ground, and then the young man raised his head and stared at the other person without saying a word.
It's like looking at a dead thing.
Kabasi cracked his jaw and smiled sarcastically: "Why, young human, do you want to surrender?"
"Kabais, you idiot, be careful-" Roscoe's voice came from the street.
"how?"
"Be careful, he has magic power fluctuations on his body!" the young necromancer reminded angrily.
Kabasi was stunned and couldn't help but look at the motionless Brando. But while it was wary of the other party's sudden attack, it stretched out its fingers with only knuckles left and pointed forward: "You mean, this is only two
A young man in his early ten years is not only a gold-level swordsman, but he is also a wizard? Roscoe, are you stupid for learning necromancy?" The tall man with a skeleton asked in a joking tone.
Roscoe's voice fell silent. In fact, even he himself felt that it was a little impossible. Because even if he is the chosen one, he will never be able to do everything. Some people may have outstanding talents, but time is always limited. A twenty-year-old
It is simply a fantasy that a gold-level swordsman in his early years also has the status of a wizard. I am afraid that only the sages in the War of Saints have such strength.
But what kind of existence are sages?
King of Fire Gilt, Queen of the Winds Saint Osor, Great Priest Faenzan, Saint Airanta, the four sages who led the various races to defeat the Dragon of Darkness in the War of Saints, which one is not the dominant one?
The true king. Even Loki, the Lord of Eternal Death who holds the mercury staff to unify Madara, can only bow his head in front of these people. No matter in terms of strength or reputation, it is difficult to compare with them.
It’s just that neither Roscoe nor Kabasi guessed it. They were not wrong, but the magic fluctuations in Brando did not come from the wizard——
But a planeswalker.
Brando lowered his eyelids and silently searched his elemental pool. In fact, since he first opened the elemental pool, his elemental pool has basically not changed at all: ten cells for fire elements, eight cells for other elements, and still no light and dark elements.
Chi. Looking at such an almost semi-disabled elemental pool, the young man couldn't help but sigh secretly - relying on such meager strength, he had no ability to change the situation - Brando closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
So, this is the only way left.
At the same moment, when Kabasi saw Brando closing his eyes and standing there motionless, instead of taking the initiative to attack, he took a step back slightly with some uncertainty; before, the young man and its
During the battle, the strange elements cast a deep psychological shadow on the tall skeleton. Although the undead did not have the emotion of fear, they also did not have the habit of taking the initiative to teach the other party a lesson.
Especially for an undead lord with a high position like Kabasi, the conservative honor of the dark nobles does not allow him to do this.
"The magic power is gathering, Kabasi." Roscoe finally couldn't help but speak. The magic power surrounding Brando had broken through the limit of the magic power that an intermediate wizard could possess, and went straight to the advanced level. He was about to
Breaking through the boundary between black iron and silver. Kabasi made a clicking sound in his chest, and he replied angrily: "I know, I feel it too, don't worry -"
Indeed, Silver level wizards have nothing to worry about.
However, the sight of a gold-level swordsman and a silver-level wizard still made the undead pair feel a little confused for a moment about what kind of language they should use to describe themselves. Roscoe even
Doubtful, doubtful that it was a wrong choice for them to come here to trouble this young man. The potential is endless! He couldn't believe that he could actually witness the birth of such a genius.
But Brando finally opened his eyes again, and his light brown eyes were calm. At that moment, Roscoe and Kabasi both felt keenly that the young man's momentum had changed. It was no longer the coldness caused by the elements.
Rather, it is a state that embraces all things——
"Four o'clock, the Matatanians call it: Dark Slumber, which is the stage when everything and everything rests." Brando raised his eyelids and glanced at the tall skeleton general: "If I remember correctly,
The day that the undead call midnight is the time of day when the power of darkness is strongest. Am I right, Kabasi?"
"ha?"
Kabasi held the short spear in his hand tightly and uttered a meaningless syllable from his chest.
"Nothing," Brando shook his head: "I just want to say that before the sun grew, the world was indeed dark -" He raised his hand and threw it forward - in the eyes of Kabasi and others, it was clearly empty.
It's a thing, but Brando seems to have really thrown out a card that shines with the glimmer of fate: "But the darkness is also good for me!"
The card fell to the ground.
"Destiny Card: Lubis's Mercenary, discard it back to the card library, reset it and enter the field!"
The wind elemental pool was emptied in an instant. Then in the shocked eyes of Kabasi and Roscoe, twelve mercenaries appeared along with twelve first-layer magic circles on the street, and the Lubis mercenary who had just entered
The soldiers looked at each other in shock, not understanding what happened for a while. However, only Huque was the first to react, and he immediately asked in his heart:
"Sir, what's going on? Did you reset the deck?"
Brando nodded.
But Kabasi's eyes swept over these mercenaries one by one, and the soul fire in his eyes swayed slightly: "I didn't expect that you are still a summoner, a young human. With the strength of the silver level, you can summon twelve black men at once.
I have never seen such a summoning spell for an iron-level combat creature. You are indeed not an ordinary person, Brando, or Viscount Gunstine. But-" The tall skeleton changed the subject, and spoke in a hoarse, low voice.
He asked in a loud voice: "Do you think that adding twelve more black iron-level combat capabilities can change the situation of the battle?"
Kabasi shook his head and sneered silently.
It's just that the young man didn't seem to hear its words. He had already made up his mind. He turned around and his eyes fell on the wild elf sisters——
