The power of mountains and rivers is a pair of armbands.
In fact, the arm armor is a special weapon in the "Amber Sword". Although warriors, mercenaries, monks, and monks use it, compared to the latter two, it is used by soldiers and mercenaries. It is not common.
But this does not prevent Brando from becoming interested in the power of mountains and rivers.
If it comes to the God Envoy'Akemen', the first thing that makes players think of it should be the'Power of the Mountain' which is the top value on the drop list, or the'Thunder Slashing Sword' that is completely dropped. . Of course, Brando didn't want to delusion. As a 67th-level divine envoy, he should have the power of the corresponding elements. To destroy them is just a matter of moving their fingers.
Don't look at the future great swordsman Buja who has civilized the elements at this moment, but humans and god-blood creatures are inherently short of several energy levels, unless they are perfected in the later stage and get the golden blood. Otherwise, as a lower race, human beings are inherently disadvantaged.
But not to mention the thunder-slashing sword of the 62nd-level mythical weapon, even the power of mountains and rivers is enough to make people eager to move.
As the highest-level fantasy weapon of the 45th level, Brando is not clear to what extent the Armor of the Power of Mountains is so strong. In fact, he only watched it once in a video. However, he knew very well that a forty-fifth level fantasy weapon was enough to exceed the thorn of light by seventeen, eight times, or even more from the index of damage magnification alone.
With this alone, it is enough to drive any player crazy.
Brando has not never seen players who have obtained mythological weapons and fantasy weapons that are not suitable for their professions before hacking and re-training. After all, the profession can be chosen by oneself, but not everyone can obtain weapons above the fantasy level. This is completely a matter of face.
Of course he can't do this now, but he is also completely willing to redesign his upgrade plan for a magic weapon. Anyway, this is a lucrative thing. Like a lion-heart sword, Eru has been searching for dozens of kings for nearly seven centuries, isn't it the same without news
The Lionheart Sword is nothing more than a fantasy weapon, a seventieth-level fantasy long sword.
Although he now has clues to the Lionheart Sword at hand, Brando, who has had a rich game experience, understands that having clues and completing the task are completely two different things, too illusory. If he can get the power of mountains and rivers first, then professional design must be the first fantasy weapon first.
Then he patted his forehead so that he realized that whether it was the Lionheart Sword or the power of the mountains and rivers, it was an imaginary at the moment. Not to mention that at this moment, the'Grey Wolf' mercenary group has not encountered the tree shepherd, and their agent, the'Card' mercenary group, is even more absent. In fact, it is nothing but Bouga and Makaro that can kill the gods. It was his wishful thinking.
All in all, safety is the first consideration, and then see if you can find a chance to make a fortune is the safe way. Once Brando enters the state, he will naturally apply the rules of conduct in the game to himself. Only at this time, any Madara, Lizardmen, Divine Envoys, and Tree Shepherds are not worthy of him. The opponent mentioned.
Divine envoys are terrible opponents, but they are nothing more than that. Brando himself had faced three of the tree shepherd’s twelve patriarchs and defeated two of them. Although the strength of the 130th level was not at this moment, his vision and experience remained at that height. superior.
Divine envoys are not without flaws.
"The power of mountains and rivers?" A trace of doubt flashed through Antitina's black jewel-like eyes, and she asked confusedly: "What is the power of mountains and rivers?"
"Uh... I just thought of a famous treasure in this area. Legend has it that it is in the ruins of the silver elves, but no one has ever seen it." Brando had to find a suitable excuse for his failure. He can't say that the power of mountains and rivers is actually a fantasy weapon with a golden label, and there will be a divine envoy named'Aikemen' who will bring it over soon.
He hadn't planned to leave a mentally abnormal evaluation in Antitina's impression.
But even so, his words still caused dissatisfaction with the noble daughter. Antitina glanced at him a little bit resentfully, and sighed, "Lord Lord, isn't it the time to think about this now?"
"Of course." Brando nodded with a wry smile: "It's just a momentary distraction."
But this can only deceive him, Antitina is so clever and keen, she glanced at him suspiciously. In the impression of a young girl, this shrewd and cautious young knight would never be distracted by something insignificant—Brando seemed to do something deliberately all the time, even though it seemed to do everything on the surface. There is no connection between the events, but in fact, it turns out that these are all arranged in advance.
Antitina wondered why a person could do this step. The plan was part of the plan, but Brando seemed to know that something would happen after all, waiting leisurely for the moment when it came to fruition.
Such people are either extremely confident. Either it is far-sighted and able to see the development direction of one thing.
Of course she didn't even think about it, a person can be a prophet.
Even those palace stars in the royal court that belong to the royal family are nothing more than predicting the direction of some major events through the lines and cards manipulated by the twins of fate. No one can predict the future in every detail. In her opinion, only the gods can do this. But since this era, even the gods have passed away. She obviously never thought that Brando was not a person in this world at all. .
"Wandering for a while?" Antitina frowned slightly, and she showed a slight dissatisfaction: "Lord Lord, if you don't want to tell me something, I won't ask—"
Brando felt that he was more wronged than Dou E. Although he had some secrets that could not be told to outsiders, it was also helpless. Martha is here, can he tell outsiders about these things? No one will believe it even if you say it, just leave the name of a lunatic. He wouldn't do such an uneconomical business.
He had no choice but to explain: "That's not the case, Miss Antitina..."
But before he finished half of his words, Miss Romance didn't know where she came back from wandering around again, and she promised him with a look of interest: "Brando's secrets, I won't ask! Roman promises!"
Brando glared at this guy fiercely. If anyone in the world is the best at showing a look that fears the world will not be chaotic, then this business lady will rank first.
But in the end he sighed, waved his hand and replied: "Forget it, let's talk about business. At night, your tent is tied up a little closer to me. Don't take off the outer leather armor, don't sleep too hard, understand?"
Antitina immediately glanced around alertly: "What?"
"I'll talk at that time." He turned his head, and immediately saw the merchant nod along with him, but the expression on his small face clearly said, "I didn't care at all." Brando's eyes squinted immediately. He knew the nature of this eldest lady, "Especially you—my Miss Romance, you stay awake for me. Don’t think I don’t know you will follow you as soon as you fall asleep. It’s like a pig, not Master Martha, I’m afraid no one will wake you up."
"But my aunt said that women will grow old quickly if they don't go to bed early."
"I haven't slept in Bouche for a few days and I haven't seen you die."
"But if you sleep at that time, you will be overtaken by Madara."
"It's the same now." Brando replied grimly.
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My hands are full of the smell of spices—
From the pungent scent, Eco distinguished the scent of fennel transported from the coast of Silver Sands and the cinnamon of Golan-Elson. He had practiced the relevant olfactory abilities in toxicology, and distinguished that the spice was only among them. It's just one door. But the strong scent in the air still pungent|stimulates the young man's nose and makes him want to sneeze fiercely. But at this moment, Eco couldn't even wait for his heart to stop, but unfortunately, the heart was still beating in his chest.
He closed his mouth tightly, trying to keep himself silent. Even if he was desperately trying to gasp for breath at this moment, his chest was painful, and his brain was attacked by waves of dizziness, but he could only hold back and let the sweat on his forehead flow down. He lowered his head and saw the sweat dripping onto the snow-white sack, forming a dark spot.
"Who are you?"
"What are you doing here?"
The young man can't see the person who is speaking, but he can tell who is speaking with the familiar voice. It was the captain of the second team, Kabo, and the friends he knew well. "Don't come over—" he thought to himself: "Don't speak, everyone, turn around and leave here. Those guys, don't make them suspicious." Staring at a few shadows on the opposite wall with wide eyes, for fear of missing a detail.
But occasionally he would close his eyes and pray reverently to Lord Martha, praying that Kabo and the others will leave immediately.
But he knew it was impossible.
Unless a miracle happens—
So he prayed for a miracle to happen—
He always knew that his adoptive father, Macaro, had left a man in the town just to monitor him. It’s better to say it’s surveillance than to take care of it. In addition to Buja and his adoptive father, Kabo was the person who cared for him the most in the mercenary group, and was also his first swordsman teacher. He also knew that the man called the "Maned Wolf" Macaro had always known that he had been hiding in the town all the time, and even if he sneaked back to the hotel, they should know this too.
Everyone is tacit.
They still treat him as a child, as if Eco is always a little guy who needs other people to take care of.
But this time is different. Those guys, those guys will definitely not be members of the "Card" mercenary group. What is the "Card" mercenary group. Is he afraid of an old enemy who sings against them all the year round, but is stubborn? Why can't the adoptive father think of this? He couldn't help but rubbed his forehead, but halfway through the action, he lowered his hands coldly.
"Can't let those guys find out."
"But Kabo and the others are still outside, they are not those guys' opponents."
"Those guys are demons who kill people without blinking."
Eco struggled, and several times he wanted to jump out to remind Kaber, loudly telling them to turn around and leave. Even if he knew that everything he did was useless, the young man's feelings for Kabo's mentor and friend in his heart urged him to fulfill this obligation. This is his duty, but he understands that he has more important responsibilities.
Can't let those guys succeed.
"Where is the young man you are chasing?" Kabo said again.
Ike's heart jumped.
"Hand in Eco, we have all seen!" This was another younger voice, even more impatient.
Chris, you impulsive bastard!
Eco cursed in his heart, his hand couldn't help holding his sword tightly, and his whole body couldn't help shaking. Then he heard the familiar laugh, it was as cold as ice needles on his back.
"Hahaha, it turns out that you really are with him—"