The huge bone frame raised the battle axe one step forward. Although it was still behind a wall, the experienced Brando knew that he had been shrouded in the attack range by the opponent, and he couldn't help but feel chills in his heart. He could hardly think of any way to resist this blow for a while, and his only chance was to give up a hand to save his life.
He had already gritted his teeth and made a choice.
But at this time, a young man with silver hair and purple eyes, twenty-five or sixteen years old, with an unusually handsome face, just walked out of the corner with a gloomy face and ran into Brando. Behind him were two sergeants wearing dark blue knight uniforms, silver breastplates, long swords on their waists, and silver scales on their epaulettes-they were the uniforms of regular cavalry of the Silver Winged Cavalry.
This young man is one of the deputy commanders of the Blades of the Cavalry, the master sergeant of the Blades of the Cavalry, and the illegitimate son of the Duke of Golan-Elson, Viscount Teste. He was stunned when he saw Brando, as if thinking of something, but his face quickly became gloomy. Apart from anything else, he pulled out the rapier from his waist and stabbed Brando into his left chest.
The speed of his shots is extremely fast, the sword is accurate and ruthless, and ordinary people's vision is difficult to capture, like a thin silver line drawn. But Brando was so clever. He knew that he was an enemy or not a friend as soon as he saw the opponent's face, but he didn't know the opponent's strength, and when he was unarmed, he could only subconsciously protect the vital parts and step aside.
Viscount Teste was startled slightly. He didn't expect an ordinary mercenary with strength from the Black Iron Downstream to be so alert. After a miss, he finally adjusted his attack angle, but the rapier finally passed through like a poisonous snake. Brando carried a blood arrow on his shoulder.
Brando snorted, turned over and fell to the side. But in his heart was a big horror-he could see clearly the moment Tester took the shot, the mid-level knight swordsman, the person who shot at least had the strength above gold. Fortunately, the opponent was a little absent-minded when he shot, otherwise he would be a cold corpse now.
He couldn't think about when he got in touch with a super master who opened up the third level of power, and he was still such a young master, this guy must be a reveler in Nian. In fact, Brando didn’t guess wrong. His opponent, Viscount Teste, was not only a revelator, but also the Son of All Things (*Candidate for the elders of the Twelve Rings of All Things into One Society). Therefore, compared with most of his peers, this young man has enough capital to be proud.
It’s just that this kind of pride has encountered Brando’s second setback. Tester has never missed anything like this before, but the disappearance of Borg Nesson’s daughter has kept him a few days ago. Upset: They have received news that the family of Borg Nesson may be related to the Sifah dynasty more than a hundred years ago. This is related to a huge secret, but he originally concluded that a noble daughter played Without any tricks, he didn't expect this certainty to disappear under his nose. He has always been frivolous on the surface, but cautious on the inside, but this incident made him taste the bitter fruit of failure for the first time.
And the young man in front of him.
All the intelligence in the past few days has pointed to a mistake in their previous information collection. According to the news gathered from all sides, the unit of All Things in Braggs can conclude that there is a leader on the red bronze dragon Leto. By. It was a young man, so Teste immediately turned his suspicion on Brando who appeared with Bartom that day.
Of course this was just an idea, Tester himself didn't care about it, but he didn't expect that he would meet Brando in such a place. The moment he saw Brando, he thought of temptation, but his temptation was to kill someone, anyway, even if he kills the wrong person, it doesn't matter.
It was just an unknown mercenary.
But he didn't expect that Brando gave him a surprise immediately. A big surprise.
When Brando fell and passed between Tester and the two soldiers, he took advantage of the momentum to roll and came behind the three of them. Our Mr. Viscount couldn't help being stunned, and was about to turn his head to make up a sword, but the wall in front of him suddenly cracked-the crimson-topped helmet of the crusader's servant came out from under the small door first. Then it stretched forward, and the giant axe lifted the entire wall and suddenly collapsed to this side.
Tester was taken aback, and bounced the great axe away with a backhand sword-the sword wind erupted from the sword caused the cracked wall to fly back, but he also lost his voice: "The servant!"
That huge frame of bones won’t be merciful just because he is the backbone of the unity of all things. Its burning eye sockets first reflect the thin sword that Tester is holding his great axe, and the fire of the soul flashes slightly. , The right bone claws stabbed over and pointed directly at the ribs of the Eruin nobleman.
If this happens, most people will probably explode the upper half of their body. But Test did not hurriedly stretched out his left hand to support the attack of the Crusaders' servants. His movements were not large, but under the grasp of his left hand, the right claw of the giant skeleton couldn't penetrate.
"Go and catch that young man!" The crusader's servant is not famous for his murder. The strength of this monster Silver Midstream even dare not despise him even if he is a novice swordsman of gold level, so he can only speak to himself in a deep voice. He gave orders to let them stop Brando.
It is a pity that Brando is far more shrewd than he thought. In fact, he had already considered making the crusaders collide with this guy while rolling forward. And before the giant skeleton attacked, he had already thrown off these people and fled. The Elemental Inspiration Scroll is in the room outside the door.
If the Wind Spirit Spider didn't find it wrong.
Brando banged the door open, and the first thing he saw was a set of mana potions on the table-he certainly recognized these things because he and Tamar made these potions together. Then these are the mana potions he sold to the auction house, Brando couldn't help feeling cold.
Still looking for the wrong one.
But he was startled, and then he saw the box on the side of the chair. The young man's breathing couldn't help but he saw the familiar piece of burnt yellow parchment lying quietly in the box.
That's it, that scroll that might save his life. If the second level of power is turned on through the'Holy Sword' card, even temporarily, Brando is confident that he will not fall behind in the face of the gold level of power, at least-there is no problem to escape. He immediately rushed to grab the scroll, then bit his finger and smeared his blood in the center of the scroll.
The element contract is so simple—
The scroll lightened slightly, and then began to burn from the edge. It is different from the fire of the mortal realm. It is the fire of the element from the fire elemental realm—the fire of the deep abyss of the Jiao prison Babatal, and it is also the fire of the contract. In Warnd, both the angels in the heavens and the demons in the world below use elemental fire to portray the mark of the contract. This tradition originates from the first contract between Martha and the Fire Elf King in the early days of the birth of the world. In fact, this kind of tradition is not encouraged throughout history, and even merchants in the human world used the method of imprinting on parchment to determine contracts before the era of chaos. It is also affected by it.
After the fire contract was established, the same pattern on the scroll randomly appeared on the back of Brando's hand. This is the pattern of the elements, the symbol of the elemental envoy.
Brando carefully confirmed his elemental pattern and found that it was the most common fire pattern in Eruin. He couldn't help but sigh. Originally, he thought that he should have something special. Not to mention the six-element holy pattern of Tumen, at least a three-line or four-line texture is good. The single element can be said to be the least promising. An element makes it.
But fortunately, he was not for the purpose of changing the elementary ambassador.
The reminder of the contract was projected on his retina as before, with a faint line of green characters. Then his element pool was formed, each element had six volumes, fire element seven, and there was no light or dark element pool. Seeing this scene, Brando once again confirmed that this body did not have the potential to become an elemental envoy.
Player elemental use, with 17 grids of each element, has a complete pool of light and dark elements. Even so, it is just the qualification of the reveler.
Of course, at least he is much better than Brando.
If you have to use any description to compare Brando's state, it is that ordinary people who are least suitable to be wizards and elemental envoys have picked up shit and opened a scroll of elemental enlightenment. Brando remembers that to cast a Fire Arrow requires three fire elements, which means that if he is an elementalist—his element pool is only enough for him to cast lesser spells twice a week (*outside the twelve-level spell system) , Spells that are not counted in the ring are called secondary spells. Shire’s magic arrow is a typical secondary spell).
Although he had no intention of becoming an elemental envoy, Brando was still a little bit dumbfounded when he saw this nondescript element pool.
He coughed, and suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. I don't know if it is the young man of golden strength, he is tight, and subconsciously wants to grab the mana potion on the table. But this time he grabbed an empty space. He just reached out his hand and found that he didn't seem to be in that auction room anymore.
He found himself in an endless darkness—
The room, the table, the mana potion, and all the sights that should have existed disappeared, leaving only the vastness of darkness that had never been seen before. No, Brando suddenly remembered that he had seen such darkness in the game-that was when he died. He couldn't help being shocked, could it be that he was already dead
But this is not a game—
So what's the situation
He couldn't help looking around, the first thing he thought of was whether he had fallen into a illusion. But let's not say whether this is unnecessary, at least there is no such thing in the illusion that he has heard of. Unless it is an illusion that directly affects the mind, but that kind of illusion will inspire unyielding talent, and he can't be aware of it at all.
But the next moment, Brando was stunned.
He saw a young man with black hair and shawl and a pair of ghostly blood-red eyes came out of the darkness. The young man looked at him and smiled slightly, his hands as delicate as a woman gently brushing his body. Wearing a silver robe, and then smiled: "It looks like you are very puzzled?"
Brando knew the robe on this young man, the Master Elemental robe, but the four interlaced blood patterns on the sleeves of the robe made him startled slightly. Among the high-level elemental envoys, the one who masters the twelve-ring spell becomes the elf envoy, that is, the envoy of the elf king, and there is a pattern on the robe of the elemental master.
The person with the two patterns is the great tutor of the Throne of Elements.
The three-patterned monsters are those monsters that have long been called sages.
What is the four-stripe pattern
Brando only thought of one name, Elemental Emperor, Tumen. This young man indeed fits the description of the Miner in the myth, with black hair and blood pupils, and a follower of the Dark Dragon. But he hesitated for a long time, and didn't dare to confirm whether this young man was the legendary character. Tumen had been dead for thousands of years, right
But the young man seemed to see the doubt in his heart, smiled and nodded: "I am Tumen."
"Are you Tumen?" Brando was so surprised that he even forgot his own situation: "Why are you here."
"That's not important, Brando." Tumen replied, "My last contractor passed away almost three hundred years ago, and the last person with these cards did not want to give up his path of knighthood. I didn't expect that in just a few decades, there would be a new successor."
He paused for a while and said with a smile: "I mean, would you like to stop for a while and listen to the story about the traveling mage."
"Master Traveler?"
Brando was startled slightly.