The battle is over before it starts—
Brando ordered the mercenaries of Lubbs to throw the two stunned sergeants of the Blade Cavalry into the corner of the room. Then he thought about it and thought that the swordsman might have been catching up all the way. He covered his left shoulder—the wound left by the stabbing sword was fiercely painful, and his current level of strength in front of a Golden Tier 1 swordsman, even the slightest vacillation is fatal: this is not comparable to the crusader's servant With the hand, or the White Knight Alberton's competition, with a gap of nearly twenty times the strength, the effect of experience has been negligible.
In other words, if Tester goes all out, Brando's perception will not even be able to capture the opponent's trajectory.
He wiped his sweaty and bounced forehead, and he couldn't help but doubt that there were a lot of sinuses. Although he didn't know the number of the other party, they put the target on him as soon as they met each other, which made Brando vigilant. He wondered if the other party was the killer of the unity of everything, because the only thing he had offended now was this organization.
But it's not very similar. All things in one will act in a low-key and secretive style, that is, to retaliate, and will not choose to be in a crowded place like the auction site.
Unless they collude with Madara. But that's even more ridiculous, all things will be Chongxin Chaos, the secret follower of the Dragon of Twilight, how can it be mixed with the order in the dark-Madara. Brando shook his head to get rid of the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He pointed to some of his'subordinates' and said: "You six, run away separately." The most urgent matter is how to save your life.
He gave this order, but immediately felt that he was a little unnecessary. Brando immediately had an urge to call them back, but after thinking about it, let's forget it, whether it is prepared or not, anyway, there will be no difference between them.
Putting it in the'Amber Sword', at his level, if there are twelve black iron downstream fighters who can come and go as soon as they are called, it must be a very cool thing. But in this icy, impersonal real world, there is now a swordsman who has activated the third level of power that seems to be making trouble for him, which makes people a little fidgeting.
People who have activated the third level of power have an average power of at least one hundred energy levels. Brando thinks that the opponent is a rare swordsman who uses rapiers, so he must have taken the dexterous route of elven swordsmanship. If he has a dexterity of 120 energy levels or more, his reflection speed will be Twenty-three times that of the average person, the burst speed is 47 times.
With the blessing of this ability, the opponent can reach a speed of more than 700 kilometers per hour in a straight line, more than double the limit speed of a Formula One car, and even close to the speed of an earlier generation of jet fighters. And his physique is also strong enough to support him to move forward at this speed, offset the resistance wall, and the pressure on the internal organs.
According to the calculation method in the "Amber Sword", a dexterous character with 120 energy levels should have a physique of at least 60 energy levels. Such a person can be comparable to the defensive power generated by the epidermis alone. Inclined armor over 200 mm. Brando thought about what kind of damage the "wind bullet", one of his strongest attacks now, can cause to the 200 mm inclined steel plate—
At most it is a depression.
In other words-a swordsman of level three strength is almost a humanoid monster.
Brando couldn't help wondering if he would hand in a sword to such a person, would the whole person fly out and hit the auction house in a pair. Such a guy could search the entire auction house in tens of seconds if he wanted to, so even if he sent out all the twelve people, he would only delay a few seconds at most.
A few seconds is nothing to him, but to the other party it is enough to kill him back and forth several times.
Brando took a breath. He thought that since he came into this world, everything was basically within the scope of his design. He has always been cautious, just to avoid the existence of these high-levels, the only flaw in the entire adventure process can be said to accidentally provoke everything to unite for a while, but he has always been careful to avoid the other's eyes.
It's just that he wanted to break his head, and he couldn't think that this was just a not very clever coincidence. He turned his head and drew the sword of the sergeant, then turned back and glanced at the direction of the door. The remaining Rubys mercenaries blocked the aisles, and the messy space in the corridor seemed to be drained of air and filled with a dry silence, which was disturbing.
Brando showed the card of the Holy Sword. The huge sword with its white wings spread out and the mysterious golden pattern flowing on the sword appeared behind him; this was the third time he showed the card of this chapter, the honor surging on the sword. The power seemed to be refracted into his body, as if he could break the wall and fold with his fingers. However, Brando understood that this was an illusion caused by suddenly gaining huge power. In fact, the Holy Sword Card only strengthened his offensive ability compensatoryly-making him enter the silver midstream level in a certain way.
But this power can only give him a solace that can hurt his opponent. In fact, he understands that if he really fights, he may not be able to catch the opponent's actions and he will be pierced by a sword. Of course, everything is not true, Brando believes that he is not completely without the opportunity.
At this time, he finally heard a few screams from the corridor, and the card of the'Rubys' Mercenary' that was maintained on the Secret Ground of the Sacred Tree was half dark in an instant.
Brando's heart tightened and raised his head, just to see the silver-haired young nobleman slowly coming out from the corner—the man was wearing a short black cloak, with the hilt of the rapier in one hand, and a crystal-like sword hanging from his body. A few bloodshots. Brando recognized the sword: the thorn of the crystal scorpion. In the "Amber Sword", the damage of this sword is not even ranked among the sixty and above weapons, but the toughness and strength of the sword itself Is one of the best. He remembered that when he was still a stunned young man, he had heard a veteran say that if someone used to use this type of sword, it at least showed that he was very confident in his own power.
Brando didn't dare to believe in this judgment, but judging from the young man's previous performance, he did seem to be confident in his own methods.
While he was taking care of Tester, the noble swordsman was also looking at him with glass-like purple eyes. The silver-haired young man's gaze first fell on the phantom of the holy sword behind Brando, squinting slightly. , And then his gaze swept over the others one by one. It is all the strength of the lower reaches of the Black Iron, this young man can be considered to have some capital, but in his opinion, it is not a problem. At this time, since showing or not showing the fangs can bring deterrence to others, then it is better to put it away-so Tester retracted the sword and sheathed it, and smiled slightly, which was as sweet as a quiet smile of a woman.
Then the young man raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Where have I seen you?"
Brando didn't know what medicine he bought in the gourd, so he could only force his composure. He smiled contemptuously on his face and said straightforwardly: "Naturally, because you stabbed a sword in my shoulder about a minute ago. And there. I’ve confirmed that I’ve never seen you before, sir." He replied grimly.
When he answered like this, he was quietly opening his property panel, rows of data hanging down like a stream of water, presented before his eyes.
The first is idle experience: 4730.
After the series of battles, his reserve of experience has once again climbed, not to mention that the start of the elemental revelation scroll has not only saved him nearly 2,000 experience, but the key is to omit the series of tasks to open the element pool. This is simply too important for him who is short on time.
At this time Test shook his head, not at all angry: "No, that was something earlier. I confirm that I saw you at the Cavalry Headquarters."
"Cavalry headquarters."
"Exactly."
"Who are you?" Brando suddenly realized something, but when he thought of this question, he relaxed and looked at each other calmly.
"My name is Test, and this is the name I gave myself. I took the word'Tiryhd' in the ancient Cruz language, which means'struggle'," Teste replied with a smile: "If you ask The identity, the next identity is the deputy commander of the Blades of Cavalry Regiment, the third-rank sergeant major of the Whitemane Regiment, and the Viscount Manowell of the Kingdom of Eruin. However, I still prefer my name to these lengthy titles. , Simple, and full of profound sacrificial meaning. "Brando has rarely seen a person who can talk so much around his name with such a smile, but now he has seen one.
It turned out to be him. Brando felt a real realization in his heart. Could it be that what they did on Squirrelman Street was known? But this is unlikely, unless the cripple sold them, but does the cripple have the guts? Brando shook his head and forced himself to calm down so as not to be caught by the opponent.
Viscount Tester.
Golan, the illegitimate son of Grand Duke Elson, and the Viscount Testor of Manoville is neither too prominent in Eruin’s last short history, nor is he as unnamed as a flat-headed citizen. . Brando's impression of him rested on a tragic love story between him and a female bard—of course, that was later.
But Brando knows the character of this man. The Viscount is a man who is open-minded and eclectic on the surface, but close to rigid in his heart. Although Brando once suspected that Tester, as the deputy of the Chief of the Silver Winged Cavalry, Magske, might also have an affair with the unity of all things. Moreover, this person's whereabouts are mysterious, also confirmed this from the side. However, when he first met the historical Viscount Tester, he couldn't help being surprised. The other party was not psychologically distorted due to long-term squeeze and suppression as described in poems and novels. It seems that the other person's calmness is shown on his face, maybe he is malicious-but this kind of maliciousness is also very calm, and it will not make people think of "smile but not smile", "hypocrisy" and other derogatory words.
His smile is like a beautiful poisonous snake. You know the danger, but you still feel graceful and calm.
Tester holds a sword in one hand—the sword is in a cane-like sheath—the threat is self-evident. But the silver-haired young man seemed to say: "There is a matter between me and you that needs to be resolved. I don't rule out the possibility of piercing you with a sword, but other than that, there is nothing we can't talk about. "It's as if for this kind of person, life and death have long been ignored, he has his own attitude and pursuit.
Seeing this, Brando knew that he could not find any flaws in such a person, but when he was a Sophie, he had a stubborn temperament when he was strong, otherwise he would not fight with Madara. year. So now he calmed down instead and sneered.
"I don't remember offending you before, Mr. Viscount."
There was a flash in Tester's purple eyes, and he always felt that this young man was not easy. He made a sudden move just now, and a swordsman of the lower Black Iron level of the opponent can escape calmly, which is enough to prove that the opponent has a certain ability. But now he further confirmed this.
In a simple sentence, it is both a counterattack and a cliché. The other party seems to have grasped his character. The silver-haired young man suddenly felt a little awkward. He couldn't help but touched his nose. Of course he didn't want to be led by the nose, but he didn't hear it. His self-confidence didn't allow it.
"Well said, but not everything in this world has a choice." He replied.
Brando's eyes narrowed slightly, Tester was soft and then hard, it seemed that things were not as good as he thought. However, it is probably impossible for him to hand over Antitina. As he thought, he quietly assigned his experience to the profession of mercenary without reservation. The latter immediately surpassed levels 11 and 12, making his total level reach level 20 for the first time.
At the same time, his power broke through double digits for the first time, reaching 10 points.
Although this strength is still not enough for Tester, it can be regarded as entering the level of strength in the middle reaches of the black iron anyway.
"What do you want to say?" He pressed down the power of the holy sword in one hand, his palm was full of sweat, but he asked calmly on the surface.
"To put it straightforwardly, what is the relationship between you and Reto?" Tester seemed to see Brando's small movements, but he didn't say anything, but asked in a leisurely manner. However, his posture made Brando even more like an enemy. As an veteran, Brando saw the opponent's possible sword path from almost every direction of Tester, which made him unable to resist a cold sweat. .
This Tester didn't care on the surface, but in fact he was very wary of himself.
But what he was even more shocked at the moment was Tester's problem. In fact, Brando almost changed his face when he heard this question. Fortunately, he has experienced a lot of battles, so the quality of his heart is not covered. Cai Kancan calmed down, let out a sigh of relief, and asked, "What Leto?"
Brando looked ignorant on the surface, but there was a storm in his heart. From what camp did Tester come to ask him this question? Local nobility? Whitemane Legion? Or will everything go together? It seems possible to think about it, but each of them lacks core support, but the crux of the problem is how much they already know.
Brando forced himself to stare at Teste's eyes. This is his specialty. He didn't know how many top Madara players he had deceived in the game, but it seemed to be useless at the moment.
Test did not catch any clues from Brando, but it was this that caused his suspicion. He smiled: "Your answer doesn't mean much to me. It was the easiest for me to kill you. But your performance made me love talent. I don't mind what you say. You know it doesn’t make much sense to me—"
He looked at him with glass-like purple eyes, and smiled: "Your name is Brando, isn't it? I just ask you one sentence, would you like to join us."
Brando wanted to pretend to be stupid at this time and ask: "You?"
But he couldn't help swallowing when he saw the other party's sword-holding hand and the dark snake ring on his fingers. He knew that this was Tester giving him an ultimatum, either he agreed, or he had to report to Master Martha.
But joining all things into one for a while, this in itself is a kind of torment for Brando. In the previous life, that was his life and death enemy second only to Madara.
And this is second, Brando knows that once he joins this notorious organization, he will be branded for a lifetime. This is not the way he wants to go, as long as it's not completely desperate, he doesn't want to think about it even a little bit.
Can join All Things Together and Test's sword, now he must choose one side.
Brando couldn't help but stop working on the attributes...
There was a dead silence.