When the red giant fell, the wooden platform suddenly shattered, and the debris flew around. Brando covered his face with one hand and looked forward. Just in the smoke and dust, he saw a giant skeleton almost three people tall and wearing scarlet armor standing up-it was wearing a huge crusader helmet with a fiery red nine painted on it. Brando gasped at the sight of the snake head pattern.
This is Madara's general guard, a crusader servant.
Brando only felt his scalp numb, and that feeling was like being poured with cold water from head to toe, and even his heart became cold, not to mention the mood of fishing in troubled waters before—it’s also a little bit now. I can't take care of it anymore.
He almost didn't say anything-but he coughed, and he didn't dare to hesitate. He immediately said to the person behind him: "Stand back, back out, get out of here, and follow me!" His voice was rarely harsh. , Even when facing the undead army that day, he had never been so nervous.
If he could, he almost cursed. What are those bastard guards doing at Braggs? All this stuff is put in. Why don't they just surrender
Bartom and Antitina may have some puzzles, but Brando knows exactly what the crusaders are. In this place, it is probably not an exaggeration to say that it is a god of death. Because this is not a normal undead creature, it is not even an undead evoked by a necromancer. It is a nest creature. Madara has only one of several types of upper-level ground and entity undead, and the entity undead of the same level are in fact only flesh and blood puppets and black knights.
It is a high-level undead.
Silver midstream strength.
Brando saw that the crusader servant seemed to have not recovered from the impact of the fall for a while, thinking of nothing, and immediately dragged the others to the left and ran over. There was a small door leading to the backstage under the table over there, that was their goal.
Bartom and Shire also reacted quickly, and the mercenary who had been fighting for a long time felt the desperate breath exuding from the crusader's servants for the first time. It was an aura that was full of killing. Perhaps only a veteran like him could taste this taste. This giant skeleton wearing a fiery red armor and holding a giant axe is definitely not easy to provoke.
A group of people quickly passed under the platform, but the bad news was that the undead finally stood up, and the only enemy around it seemed to be their group.
Brando pushed Antitina and Roman into the door, then Charles and Bartom, and he looked back. Two groups of red soul fire in the eyes of the monster black hole had locked them, and it raised its axe and stood up from the platform swayingly, making a creaking sound.
"Brando?" Romain was puzzled.
"Don't talk, listen to me." Brando entered the door immediately, and then closed the door tightly-luckily, I don't know if it is for defensive and offensive purposes. This door is a thick and pure Iron gate, therefore, can support them enough time.
"Is that amazing? What should we do?" Bartom asked.
Brando calmed down and replied: "I think about it, I might have a way." While he said, he released the wind spirit spider calmly and let these little things crawl out along the cracks in the room. He had a confession in his mind for an instant, but he hesitated whether it was too dangerous to do so.
His biggest expectation was that the monster had better find other people, after all, there were so many people in the hall, it couldn't make it to chase them.
But before he could finish thinking about it, the iron gate shook suddenly, and the huge force in response from the gate made him jump forward. The others were shocked, Bartom and Shire rushed to resist the door. Brando also got up from the ground and returned to his original position. At this moment, he finally gave up all the fluke and made up his mind to say:
"There is only one way. You run first and separate. I'll hold this guy."
"Brando!" It was the first time that Roman saw the young man showing that kind of heartless expression, and the adventurous excitement in his heart suddenly seemed to be washed by water—her worry was the same as when she was in Buche's old house. It was exactly the same. The merchant wanted to stay and face a strong enemy with Brando, but this time the young man asked her to go first.
This is not her battle.
Brando knew that the Crusaders had close to 47 energy levels, and that it was by no means Bartom and Shire can compete. It is estimated that they can only be killed by a spike. Charles is okay. At most, he can't use the Highland Servant Card for a period of time. But Bartom, Cripple, Antitina and Little Roman are one of him. Can't afford to lose.
He had already figured it out in an instant that at this time only he could use his familiarity with this terrible monster to draw it away and seek a chance to escape. But he just turned his head when he looked at this head—the two red soul fires in the black hole's eye sockets had locked on the huge monsters of their party, and he had no confidence in his heart—after all, they were monsters close to the strength of the middle reaches of Silver, not zombies. The captain and Alberton of this era are not as good as silver, or the strength of the first silver rank.
Brando didn't think about giving up Bartom and the cripple, and even Antitina, and let these nominal subordinates buy time for him. He is fully capable of doing this, because they are not familiar with this terrible undead creature except him, and sometimes a small mistake of judgment is enough to change many things.
In fact, such a thought flashed through his mind, but the young man almost shivered and rejected this alluring thought. He could not tolerate that he would do this, and even thinking about it made him shudder. He thought that if he could violate his promise and give up Bartom, give up lame and even Antitina, then one day he can give up too. more people.
Freya, Roman, Her Royal Highness and everything he insisted on turned into a cold-blooded monster just for himself.
Brando shook his head and threw this cold thought out of his mind-just for a moment, he was sweating as if he had experienced a battle between heaven and man, and said in a deep voice: "You run first and leave separately. I'll come. Hold this guy."
Bartom's footsteps stopped: "My lord, you are the lord, how can we abandon you?" This has a fiery red beard, some good at observing words, and the experienced mercenary has completely replaced himself in the role of retainer at this moment. He didn't even notice this, naturally.
"Lord Lord, this is the general guard in the Madara Undead Army. You are not its opponent. Please let me buy time for you." Charles put his hand on his chest and replied seriously.
"Do you know it?" Brando was taken aback.
"Brando," Antitina took her hand out of Bartom's hand. She turned around and asked with a serious face: "We don't need you to be a hero. We put our ideals on you, at least we hope you Can think about the promise to a weak woman!"
"What are you talking about, Antitina." Bartom grabbed the girl's shoulder and became angry.
But the second shock came soon, and all three of them felt the terrible power on the door this time. Brando realized that time was running out. He waved his sword towards the back, and said in a deep voice, "When is it the woman's turn to interrupt the man's fight, Bartom, take her down."
"Mr. Brando, you." Antitina was taken aback, but she took a breath, as if she suddenly understood Brando's meaning. She stopped and glanced at the knight intricately.
"Brando, what about me?" Romain blinked and asked.
"Aren't you a woman?" Brando replied angrily.
"Oh—" Little Roman was disappointed.
Since it was an order, Bartom had no room for disobedience. He could only nod his head and lead Antitina and Roman away from the other side of the table. He turned his head and saw a small hidden door behind the curtain. Most underground auction houses have such an emergency passage leading directly to the showroom—sometimes manually or magically driven elevators—on the one hand to facilitate the transportation of goods. , On the one hand, it is also to deal with possible investigations.
Of course, the probability of the latter situation occurring is almost less than zero.
At the same time Brando also breathed a sigh of relief. If he dared to say that women shouldn't participate in the war in the "Amber Sword", the elder sister and regimental leader who had been carrying him would definitely beat him into a pig's head, but Before he knew it, it turned out that he himself had become a competent head. And the old players and seniors who had gone through ups and downs with him, instead left one by one, leaving him alone.
This is true in the game, and it is the same here.
Although Brando has confidantes like Roman and Freya, and subordinates like Bartom and Reto, there is also an outstandingly intelligent Antitina as his assistant. But I still couldn't help feeling lonely in my heart, I'm afraid no one would understand why he worked so hard—
He looked back at Charles.
The apprentice wizard still looked at him firmly. He replied: "Lord Lord, you understand my identity. In a sense, your safety is more important than my life. Because even if I disappear, as long as Lord Lord you If I’m still alive, then I may appear again. On the contrary, everything is meaningless to me."
"You persuaded me," Brando nodded. "In that case, you can stay."
The door finally opened with a click—a blood-red axe protruded from the back of the door with a blade tip—the door shook violently, and both Charles and Brando, who were pressing on the door, bounced back. But this time they did not block anymore, Brando beckoned to Charles and shouted: "Come on, let's go to the other side." After that, he stood up and dragged his squire, and looked back. Take a look, and then ran towards the door on the other side.
The crusaders struck again and finally broke in. It crawled in, just about to look around. A white light had hit its forehead—the spells fell apart in an instant—the terrifying undead turned his head and immediately saw Charles and Brando on one side, in fact young wizards. The apprentice maintained his gesture.
"Here, you mindless undead." Brando mocked.
The skeleton in the scarlet armor roared and chased here immediately. It straightened up, and the wooden and stone ceiling was smashed by it like tofu. The crusader's servants had 22 energy levels of dexterity, so although they looked huge and clumsy, they were actually surprisingly fast. As soon as it moved, accompanied by the cracking sound of'click, click,' the huge body had already arrived in front of Brando.
But Brando understood this earlier, so as soon as he saw that Shire's attack had no effect, he immediately dragged the latter to a roll, and rolled sideways behind the door. They had just got out, and the Crusader servants had already smashed the door frame with a bang—the monster stepped on stone chips and flew into the house, and saw Brando and Charles climb up on the other end.
Brando panted and stood up, but he was no longer as nervous as he was when Buche fled-on the contrary, there was clarity in his heart at this moment. He knew that he and Charles could not cause any harm to this high-level undead, but he was not lifeless. At least he knew that he still had two ways to go-the first was to persist until the Silver Winged Cavalry came. Although the head of the Silver Winged Cavalry was a running dog, he and Madara couldn't talk about it. Moreover, as a knight with the strength of the lower reaches of the gold, dealing with this monster is just a breeze.
He doesn't even need to go out in person. The Silver Wing Cavalry is the elite of the Whitemane Legion, and the squadron leaders are all silver and above. Any one of them can easily kill this mindless undead.
However, the crusaders' servants were on the opposite side. He wondered if he could hold on for that long. Maybe it would be impossible to split his family in the next moment. After thinking about it, Brando found that it was more realistic to rely on himself, so he could only choose the second way.
That is to find the scroll of elemental revelation.