He turned his head and saw the white-haired young man's face covered with frost.
The next thing that entered his field of vision were more than a dozen Jadran heavy infantrymen behind the forest. The Jadran were one of the most common mercenaries in Eruin—just as the inhabitants of these deep sea areas were professional soldiers. In fact, this tradition has its origins. The eleven port city-states in the Jadran area have been fighting for years, and frequent wars have given birth to the profession of mercenaries.
A typical Jadran mercenary should wear at least a fine, heavy scale armor, with a flame-steel spear on his back, a half-person high shield covered on the spear, and a long sword and hand axe hanging from the waist—that’s where they eat. The tool, every Jadran has inherited this only wealth from their parents.
Brando doesn't even need to remember the background in these past games, he is already familiar with it.
"What's the matter?" He pulled the reins to slow the horse down, as he asked.
"Those are obviously heavy infantry, sir," Antitina's beautiful black jewel-like eyes had a keen vigilance hidden in her eyes—she turned her head back and replied: "They put the heavy infantry behind, obviously still don't believe us. "
Brando took a look behind him, and suddenly there was a hint of enlightenment. He smiled and said, "It is normal not to believe us."
"But."
The girl's questioning caused the gray-haired young man to grunt dissatisfiedly.
Brando glanced at this guy and asked, "Then what do you mean by putting these Jadlan mercenaries behind?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Reddy replied cleanly.
"Sir, they are walking too slowly in the forest." Instead, I saw the thin young man pulling his sleeve on one side in the morning and replied: "Mr. Macaro placed them in Here, it is also to prevent emergencies, not to believe you."
"It kills two birds with one stone, so it turns out." Brando showed a clear look, but he didn't forget to tease: "Compared to you, some of your companions are not very good at talking."
Reddy's face immediately turned cloudy, and he left without a word, leaving the thin young man with a wry smile. Brando looked at the young man and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Sandford."
"Sanford, doesn't it sound like a local name?"
"Because I was originally Bragg's bread apprentice... Of course, that was before I became a mercenary." The young man looked at them and asked, "Sir, listen to your accent, it seems that you are also from there?"
"I'm not, but they are." Brando chinned Antitina and Miss Romance Nunu.
Sanford smiled shyly and looked at the girl riding side by side behind Brando. But Antitina turned her head and didn't look at him. After all, she was still a nobleman-even though she was down, she still had the blood of the arrogant Eruin nobility flowing in her bones. She didn't want to deal with an ordinary person more. . But Roman had no such worries, and the merchant girl blinked at the young man. She was from Butcher, and she was considered a fellow countryman.
"That said, it can be explained that it is correct. But bringing heavy infantry in the forest is not a good idea." Antitina turned her head and looked at the Jadran people at the edge of the woods and said.
But as soon as she spoke, she immediately drew rebuttal.
"Madam, sir, you can't say that. This person lives in this world but wants to eat. Mr. Macaro kindly takes us in, we naturally have to act loyally. Look, but you have never heard of it. Mercenaries will stay away from leaving their partners in danger, but they will leave far by themselves."
There was a sudden sound in the forest. An unshaven Jadland mercenary came out of the woods behind with a dark guy on his shoulder with a hand on his shoulder. With a smile on his face, he shook his head and sighed with a deep deep sea accent.
Brando, Antitina and Roman looked back at this man together. The young man squinted his eyes. At this time, people who can move around freely won't have a low status in the mercenary group.
"Frank, commando captain." The Jadlan mercenary touched his nose and introduced himself.
"What's that?" Brando's gaze fell on the thing in his hand.
"Flintlock, this is my baby." Frank patted the dark guy and smiled.
Brando knew that kind of thing, using discarded magic crystal splinters as the primer, and using active element probes to hit the splinters to ignite the gunpowder as the "hot weapon of this world". The Ovranes began to install musketeers as early as thirty years ago, and also formed two Flintlocker regiments; the dwarves were earlier, and their history of using arquebuses goes back to the Silver Year.
Firearms are extremely powerful at close range. The best quality flintlock muskets can damage almost the same level of brass-labeled weapons within 50 steps. Moreover, the tactics of intensive use of firearms have also been very mature in this era, but compared with the same mature enchanting projection units, it has no decisive advantage.
However, he knew that many mercenaries like to use firearms, especially hand guns, but only a few use rifles-you know, there are no bayonets in this era. Brando took a look at this guy, thinking that firearms in the magical world did not change the subsequent war so profoundly as in his world. Gunpowder weapons were not popular, so he didn't bother to study how the bayonet works. of.
Antitina's face was a little hot on one side, "vulgar mercenary—" she thought to herself, but she still asked vigilantly: "What did you mean by that?"
"I mean, the style of play you mentioned is something that the regular army has to worry about. We are bitter mercenaries, and we naturally have our own style-whether it is heavy infantry or light swordsman. Fortunately, no matter what the environment is, everyone must fight side by side. Your statement is correct, but you must also consider the reality..." Frank replied respectfully. But although on the surface it is respectful, but it is not difficult to hear the inadvertence in the words.
Antitina choked, knowing that her knowledge is superficial after all from books, but the eldest lady who was taken for granted in person was still a bit annoyed. The golden lady glanced at Brando, then turned her head, the vigilance in the bright eyes had not subsided, but instead she asked in a low voice: "You believe what they said, Mr. Brando?"
Brando looked at Frank and nodded.
"But."
"But what?" he asked rhetorically.
"You really believe—" Antitina looked at him and asked with her eyes.
Brando smiled, said hello to Frank and Sanford, and then asked the horse to speed up. He did not answer, but left a back view of the noble daughter. But Antitina has always been a reluctant temper. She also chased after her, coughing and asking: "My lord, I don't think they are normal."
"why?"
"intuition."
"What about Little Roman, what do you say." Brando asked without looking back.
"I don't know," Roman shook his head aside, "but my aunt said that the explanation is too general and too detailed, it is a symbol of a guilty conscience!"
Brando smiled slightly, turned her head and scratched her nose, and smiled: "I know, but I have to go around a corner. What a cunning little fox."
"Really, I really don't know!" Roman raised a pair of small eyebrows and hurriedly defended.
Antitina was too embarrassed to know what to do next to the flirting dog men and women, but she finally wanted to figure it out. Brando is not clear at all, but too clear. It seems that he has long doubted the motives of these guys. It sounds like an excuse to say that heavy infantry walks slowly, so they are placed behind the team. She was relieved to think of this.
"In that case," the noble daughter glanced at Roman and Brando, and asked with a flushed face: "What should we do?"
"It's fine to adapt to the situation," Brando replied.
At this moment, he had fully remembered the plot mentioned in the guide, but thought that as long as these deliveries were not for himself, then everything was easy to say. It's just that this matter itself had some troubles, and he couldn't help but get a headache. He originally wanted to reduce some troubles. But I didn't expect to be involved in a new trouble again. To blame, I can only blame Macaro and Buga for getting into such a tricky opponent.
Said it was a competition between two mercenary groups, but it would be better to say that the black hand behind the mercenary group named "Card" was eyeing the gray wolf mercenary group.
He couldn't help but look at these people around him, and he was not worried about the fate of these people in his heart, but was thinking about how to get out of this trouble. But then again, a small mercenary group will attract the attention of those guys, which is a bit unusual in itself.
Hey, shepherd—
Compared with the tree shepherd, the apprentices who all belong together are like good citizens who abide by laws and regulations.
It's just that the tree shepherd has any attempt to target the'grey wolf' mercenary group? Although he didn't want to cause trouble, Brando subconsciously used the player's way of thinking to think about the whole thing. The task process was given in the strategy, but the specific details were very rough. Not to mention the background, the background was not mentioned in the original strategy.
He knocked on his forehead, thinking about finding a way to get out before the'Grey Wolf' mercenary group fights the tree shepherd. The mission boss of this mission is the God Envoy "Ekmen". The root of the word Ekmen is born out of the word "Eaam" in the rune language family-a spell that symbolizes the vast mountains and the boundless ocean. In the ancient times, there was also a giant beast called "Aikemen". However, whether it exists in Cruz’s mythology or in the legends of mountain people, it symbolizes walking between mountains and forests-huge, Living and moving mountains.
The giant beast'Aikmen' is the descendant of the mountain giant personality witch. Legend has it that only if it is connected to the earth, it has endless life.
For Brando, the God Envoy'Ekmen' is more like the name of a symbolic monster. Divine envoys are nothing more than monsters cultivated on animals and human bodies by tree shepherds with the blood of gods. Although it has such a sacred title, it itself is the same as the golden magic tree, which is a product of distorting nature and blaspheming the spirit.
Brando couldn't help remembering his previous experience with the god of heaven "Amar" and the god of darkness "Black Lotus". The former is almost level 50 in the form of an incomplete body. He was in Freeport Ampasser. An underground copy of Er’s random encounter neutralized his teammates and fought against it, and finally won after a hard fight. And the latter is the true full body magician, the sixty-seventh-level leader elite, the final boss of the "perfect" main mission of the hero of Deldtar-at that time they formed two regiments to destroy the monster.
The divine envoy is so terrifying, even the fiftieth-level immature body has the strength of the golden midstream, Brando has no idea of wanting to fight it at all. However, he still has to take advantage of it. He looked at the Buga and Macaro in front of him-the actual history of the "Grey Wolf" mercenary group should have been destroyed in this battle, but Macaro and the swordsman Buga did. Not dead, which in itself shows some problems.
As for what the problem is, it depends on personal opinion.
Brando's mind was active anyway.
Because you have to know that there is the spear of the sky-Fana in the drop list of the god of the sky. It is one of the most advanced fantasy weapons at around level 50. The special attributes of ignoring all physical defensive capabilities make it famous for a while. And in the drop list of the Dark God’s Envoy, there is the "Dark Side of the Moon" that has made countless Judge players crazy—the Dark Side of the Moon, a mythical weapon. According to legend, this sickle is a weapon used by Descartes, the god of death. The attributes all imply this.
Beheading, with a 1% chance to ignore all the horror attributes that protect against 50% of the true damage to the current life of non-leader units.
Obliterate, suppress all healing effects (10%) with the damage caused by weapons with this attribute.
All in all, although the divine envoy is powerful, it also has another name-treasure house. The tree shepherds are really rich, and only Martha will know how they get so many rare equipment. Of course, this is not the most outrageous. "The blood of the gods of heaven comes from the god Gammas on the clouds, the blood of the gods of darkness comes from the goddess of the abyss Elaine, and the blood of the earth comes from the co-lord of the mountains, flowing with the blood of the gods. The giant character witch. Martha is here, how did they get the blood of the gods that have long since disappeared." Brando shook his head and muttered to himself.
After the dark years, the gods in the sky have long since passed away and become stars. This is the era of mortals. Except for the only god Martha, this world is no longer dominated by powerful forces with will.
Those who are now called gods are either false gods or the many stars in the sky called'rules'.
"What are you thinking, sir?" Antitina saw his distraction from a side.
Brando shook his head and blurted out: "The power of mountains and rivers."
"The power of mountains and rivers?"