The silence in the hall continued. Brando looked at the white-haired young man with an incredulous expression on his wrist, then looked at the long sword on the ceiling that was still shaking until now, and let out a sigh of relief. He was not surprised by this result. After just a blow, Brando had already sensed that this young man named Reddy had about four to five times the strength of ordinary people, that is, he had just stepped into the black iron level. He was at a level when he was in the Golden Devil Tree Canyon.
This kind of power can be considered outstanding at this age, but naturally it can't be compared with his external plug-in. Brando thinks about his own strength. In this history, he has indeed opened a plug-in-one week of civilized first-level power, within a month to enter the middle reaches of the black iron, and the third month to enter the beginning of silver, although not comparable Chosen by nature, but also unprecedented.
As for whether there will be anyone in the future, this Brando can't say well.
According to the calculation method in the past game, the middle game of the silver starts almost from level 35. Brando himself is estimated to be at level 40 when included in the militia level, which is almost 600,000 points of experience. And he needs to have enough experience in seven months. Only in this way will he not miss the last train of Eruin's civil strife in December.
While he was thinking, he saw the crowd parting on both sides.
Antitina said softly.
Brando was also slightly startled, and then his eyes fell on the two people behind the crowd. A man in chain mail and a blood-red cloak was walking in the front. He wears a tall hat with colorful feathers on it, like an explorer from the Lantonilan Royal Geographical Society of Eruin-but the brooch on his chest is not the flame of the Royal Geographical Society Amber, but a simple wooden medal.
A kingfisher is engraved on the medal.
The taller man behind is wearing simple leather armor, which only protects important parts, so that the knotted muscles on his arms are exposed. He carried a huge sword that was at least five feet long on his shoulders-his forehead was broad, but his cheeks sank as deep as a knife. He pursed his thin lips, giving people a kind of feeling at first sight. Give the impression of not being angry and prestigious.
Brando couldn't help but stare when he saw this man.
Isn't this that guy
There was a question in his heart—because of this tall man, who looked like a barbarian from the high snow level, Brando immediately sketched out such an image in his mind when he saw the other man. Crosshand' Buja, a close friend of Grand Duke Luen, the captain of the guard of Lantoniran Fort.
One of Anlek's three most famous swordsmen, one of the great swordsmen who is as famous as the eagle Dejar and the silver knight Sivia.
Brando knew this guy because he was a big name in the past games. "Crosshand" Buja, as the guard captain of Lantoni Lancaster, is the initiator of Rune's main mission "Courage", and Brando happens to be one of the few players who has experienced this series of tasks firsthand. In fact, He still has a deep memory of that shocking battle.
He remembered—
That should be the last step of the mission. During the mission, the player has to help Buga kill one of the twelve patriarchs of the tree shepherd-the Envoy of Sadness "Funika".
The Sorrowful Envoy'Funika' has a level of 97, mastering the highest level power of the superior element'Darkness', and has almost perfected the bronze body. In fact, in the era when the player's top level was only 83, the tree shepherd The twelve patriarchs are simply one of the invincible nightmares.
The story at the time developed like this.
Carrying a huge sword "Legend Ivan", Buga led the player single-handedly into the head of the tree-herder in the Principality of Luen—Forbidden Forest, with the knight swordsmanship of the Sean school—he was the only one who could master this genre at that time and afterwards. One of the legendary existences of the seventeenth-level swordsmanship skill (the player's thirteenth level is capped)—the sorrowful envoy "Funika" was killed with only four swords.
During the whole mission, the player is like a spectator, and only needs to help Buga block the mobs from delaying time.
In fact, it was this battle that completely established Brando's idea of going to the end of the soldier's line. At first he was only level 72, but later he became one of the few pure warrior players with a silver body in Vaughan.
Thinking about it at the beginning, and looking at Buja, who is still in his prime at the moment, Brando was in a daze for a while. He didn't expect that he would meet each other here.
This is the future great swordsman Buga.
Of course, Brando didn't dare to confirm at this time whether the opponent already had the terrifying strength that came later. But in his impression, "Crosshand" Buja had been a teacher of knight swordsmanship in the Sean school at the age of seventeen, and soon got acquainted with Grand Duke Luen, but how did he appear in this remote place.
"Why is he here?" Brando just had this idea when he realized that the other person's eyes fell on him.
"What military swordsmanship do you use?"
Buja's blue-gray eyes flashed with a faint brilliance, his eyebrows were very sparse, and his eyes were dull and dull. But judging from his appearance, the future great swordsman does not seem to be a stranger at all, but the aura on his body illustrates one thing-this ordinary-looking man is definitely a terrifying beast.
The more sensitive you are, the more you can realize this.
Brando stood there, and the perception of 3.7 energy levels for ordinary people is about equivalent to hearing a whisper behind them across a wall, and can easily feel the flow of air. But at this moment Buja gave him the feeling that the opponent was a towering mountain, standing still, even letting the wind stagnate—
He clearly saw that the other party was standing there alone, but he felt like he was facing an airtight barrier.
Brando swallowed and was slightly surprised. In the past games, it had to be at least 30 levels to produce such a momentum suppression. In this way, isn't Buga at this moment already civilized? So young? He was taken aback. Brando knew that Buja was not the Chosen, but this achievement made some Chosen ashamed.
The monster is indeed a monster.
"Are you a member of the army, or a young man who came out of a garrison somewhere? No one in the militia should have your strength." Buja raised his brow slightly, and asked. Brando's reaction was not beyond his expectations. So far, he can stand still under his aura, and only Eco can do it in the entire mercenary group.
That young man can indeed be said to be a genius.
Thinking of Eco, Buga couldn't help but smile. However, this smile just appeared, and he immediately receded, because Buja was still staring at Brando-in the entire Eruin, only these three types of people practice military swordsmanship. Soldiers, militias, or garrisons.
Most knights and nobles have their own swordsmanship, and adventurers and mercenaries in various places, even if they come from the army, swordsmanship will add their own things after being tempered in battle.
And the young man in front of him, with a sharp glance, was obviously a student from the training camp.
Buja has a special status, and he knows all these things well.
But Unexpectedly, Brando shook his head: "No, my ancestors were actually a highland knight. It’s just that now I’m out to do errands by myself, and I didn’t bring my obedience. You have seen it too. I want to join you temporarily, because This is good for both of us. I have no other purpose. If I have any ideas, it will only stop there." He thought for a moment, but still didn't directly point out Buja's identity, so as not to cause the other party's suspicion.
The man with an explorer hat standing next to Buga heard this answer, with a kind smile on his face: "We are happy to accept your proposal, sir, but the mercenary group is not burdensome, sir. Should understand."
Brando glanced at Bougainvillea, and understood 80% in his heart. "I understand, so please suggest who I am going to play against. I think I have defeated a person. According to the written regulations, such tests should not exceed three times." As a player who travels all year round, Brando is very concerned about the written Is no less familiar than any scholar who has studied this code.
Macaro and Buga looked at each other.
Then the tall man took off the great sword and replied faintly: "Then let me try you, young man."
Sure enough! Brando couldn't help taking a deep breath. He looked at Buga with a thin face, not feeling nervous, but was caught by a kind of excitement. "Alright, I don't know how powerful Buga is at this moment. However, it is a good idea to test how strong I am at this moment on this future great swordsman." Brando couldn't help but eager to try. .
He raised the sword and felt every cell in his body burn.
When he became a one-hundred and thirtieth level fighter, Buja had long since passed away. In fact, Brando’s big regret back then was that before he grew up, he hadn’t been able to deal with the great swordsman in his mind once. Buja was once his goal, although he was also civilized with a silver body. , But in the end he missed the opportunity to fight the sword master.
It's just that he didn't expect that when the time returned to this moment, he unexpectedly won another opportunity like this by accident.
Although it is true that he is not a swordsman with excellent swordsmanship at this moment, Brando knows that his understanding of the fighting art of warriors will not be inferior to anyone. Just like at this moment, he was once again his one hundred and thirtieth level senior warrior-Brando raised his head, his eyes bright as if burning.
The young man lifted the sword in his hand.
Ten-level military swordsmanship at this moment is not just a simple explanation such as a high-level basic swordsmanship. That natural aura has captured everyone around him in an instant. With such a aura, Brando once played with his grandfather. I've seen it before, of course, this kind of aura in him didn't make people feel that kind of suffocation like Linyuan Cliff.
But it was enough to shock the surrounding mercenaries.
"Master-level understanding, good, military swordsmanship." Buga's eyes shone slightly: "It's qualified to fight me."