Don't go to the green village
That's impossible, Brando knows something, which will have a big impact on his future plans. Therefore, whether it is to store food or to verify the idea, he must go to the village that may have been occupied by Madara.
So he thought for a while, and asked in his spare time: "I'm not going, do you know how to start? Infiltration and search are not taken for granted. It requires careful planning and pre-investigation."
Dive and search in the past is the strength of those who have invested a lot of training in the shadows, such as nightingale and hunters. As a soldier, Brando didn't know much about them, but after all, he had teamed up with these people and went on missions. With this memory alone, he could be much better than these militiamen.
Freya shook her head. It's not that she doesn't understand, but Brando's injury is too serious: "You can tell us what we should do, and please leave the rest to us—"
Brando was not surprised by Freya's refusal. He knew that at this time he had to choose the persuasive method he was good at. For example, the wisdom of a senior soldier: "Roman."
"exist!"
"Give me your sword." He spread his hand to one side.
"No, Brando." Roman held the sword in both hands and handed it to him confidently.
"thanks."
Brando took the sword, took a breath and tried his best to adjust his state to the best. He is in a weak state below 40% of his life, and the carrion poison prevents him from flexibly using the other 20% of his power. In other words, the power he can use is only 0.6 energy levels at most.
Approximately equal to a fourteen-year-old boy.
"There is not much time. In order to prove that I am capable of participating in this expedition, we might as well use an ancient and traditional method to decide." He drew his sword: "The way of talking between fighters."
Our protagonist looked around and found that everyone had an expression that seemed to have been misheard. Martha is on top. Freya is the well-deserved number one in swordsmanship in this period of Buche's militia, even Essen is also her defeat.
Dude, do you really know how bad your state is now? They raised such a question unanimously in their hearts.
"Brando, don't be kidding." Freya said angrily. She is quite confident in her swordsmanship. If Brando defeated her in this state-did he think he was a veteran of the November War
Brando didn't say a word, only used his long sword to make a gesture of "please".
The ponytail girl almost turned black with anger. She thought that there should be a limit to life and death, but it seemed that the facts were not as she thought. She smashed a silver tooth and made up her mind to teach Brando a lesson with reality.
Freya straightened the sword, but it was a vertical cut without thinking about it. Her basic skills are very good, the sword is very stable, and brings a thin blade wind.
Brando blocked the sword, and the huge force from the sword almost dislocated his wrist. However, he immediately leveled the blade, and slashed it against Freya's blade; the young man's strength was not strong, but Freya was shocked-because she had not entered the attack range, the opponent's The sword was almost reaching her guard.
Although not reconciled, the female captain of Mawei only returned without success.
In fact, she is not wronged. Brando is very famous in the swordsmanship of warriors. It comes from Cruz's battlefield swordsmanship and is called Cato Fanqie in the game. This is advanced fighting swordsmanship, although Brando can only rely on the original swordsmanship of this body to use the gourd to show it, but it is completely enough to deal with the half-toned swordsman like Freya.
Brando remembers that this trick was learned from a mercenary after thousands of miles, and the price was two barrels of Madara's bone wine.
Now it seems that these two barrels of bone wine are worth it.
Freya backed away, in order to deal with Brando's ensuing attack, she held the sword in both hands and gritted her teeth and flattened the other's sword to one side. She reacted quickly, but she was not smart enough. Because Brando had already stepped back, when she reacted, the long sword in his hand was pointed at her chest.
Freya gritted her teeth, swung the hilt of Brando's sword outwards with her backhand, and then pursued with a sword. But for Brando, this sword is no longer a rule. It was done purely because he refused to admit defeat. He knocked gently, and the opponent fell to the ground because he lost his center of gravity.
dusty.
"It seems that I convinced you." Brando retracted the sword and replied lightly.
Freya raised her head, her expression in disbelief.
It's not just her. Among the nine members of the Butcher militia squad present, no one except Roman still took it for granted. Is that still the swordsmanship of the militia? Compared to the veterans in the regular army, it's not too much, right
"how come?"
"This is not surprising. I am the number one swordsman in the 33rd Braggs Militia." Brando replied casually: "Then you, little Phoenix, let us solve your problem."
Little Phoenix looked worried, and shook his head quickly: "I, I still won't go, you go."
This kid. Brando couldn't help but shook his head.
…
After arranging the time to return to the team and the meeting place with others, Brando, Freya and Essen quickly went on the road. Time was tight, forcing them to race against time.
The green village is about the east of Chehu Lake, and the distance is not too far, especially when the three of them go deep all the way, through the dense tree canopy, you can see the gray plumes of smoke in the sky towards the east. Deep-the horizon is getting dark, which doesn't seem to be a good sign.
According to Brando's memory and suggestions, they approached the area that Madara might occupy from the north of the village, and the facts proved that his guess was correct. The undead army had just swept past here, leaving only a piece of scorched earth.
Looking at the village below, with flames and smoke billowing in the embers, even though Freya was still shattered with the last ray of hope, Madara’s army did indeed appear to have come in front of them, so that they would catch up and arrive. Ridenberg has also become an extravagant hope. She couldn't help but glanced at Brando, wondering what the young man thought.
But Brando was hiding in a bush and staring at a line of skeleton soldiers passing by and carefully counting the trees in the bush in front of him. He counted to the twelfth tree and noted the appearance of that tree—
Green Village, the twelfth beech tree to the south in the undergrowth. He remembered very clearly that there should be a key buried under it. It was an independent task in the game and could enter a tomb in the village.
He remembers who should have unearthed the task, like a pastor? But this is not important anymore, because he knows that it is the tomb of a Templar knight. If everything is in line with the development of the game, there should be some good things in it. But his goal was the sword in the tomb-the thorn of light.
That was a sword infused with the power of light. His current level was equivalent to a small undead slayer. Of course, he just imagined the legendary artifact behind.
After confirming this, Brando turned his head and pointed to the outside of the woods and said to the two people around him: "Did you see it?"
"See what?" Essen and Freya were both taken aback.
"The number of bone racks on patrol, twice, four times, it seems that there are two units of Madara in the village." Our protagonist replied ably, "Twenty-two to twenty-four skeleton soldiers, two A corpse witch."
"So much!" Essen was startled.
"Fortunately, this is not the point. The point is that they control the cemetery and the square. The corpses left behind will definitely use spiritualism there, and they will be continuously supplemented with troops. This is where we must be careful." Brando continued.
"This is desecrating the dead!" Freya clenched a fist angrily.
"Indeed, but they have this right." He sighed, then pointed to the forest not far away and said, "Did you see that way, that pasture? You can sneak in with the shadow of those fences and bushes. There should be a cellar under the barn of that ranch. It shouldn’t be difficult to find, and it shouldn’t have been burnt down—you can hide there and wait until it’s getting late and we will come out again.”
The girl nodded subconsciously, but suddenly realized something was wrong: "How do you know?"
"I stayed here for a while." Brando replied smoothly. He didn't lie, but he was not in this world.
"Then, what are we going to do?" Essen asked.
"Wait for me there, and I will come to you in the evening. Those monsters should be focusing on arousing skeletons, and will not come to your troubles for the time being. If they really attract attention, you should pay attention to your breathing and heartbeat-the undead can See your vitality." Brand exhorted a little bit more.
"Wait, aren't you with us?" Freya keenly grasped this detail.
"I have my own business."
"You—" she was about to speak, but saw the young man pat his sword, meaning—don’t forget that you were persuaded by me. But how can it count? Freya opened her mouth to refute, but Essen on one side grabbed her and signaled her to be careful of the skeleton soldiers patrolling below Madara.
"Do you believe me?" Brando asked in a low voice.
Freya shook her head, but hesitated, then nodded.
"That's all right, now, you go quickly. Don't worry, I will come back safely." He replied seriously.
Freya glanced at him, then stopped talking. But in the end he was unwilling to be taken away by Essen. Brando watched them go through a dazzling wood and hide in the bushes below, and then walked along a fence past the long meadow, and finally sneaked in smoothly. In the pasture.
He just breathed a sigh of relief.
Brando turned his head and looked at the undergrowth below. A kind of tension immediately enveloped his heart. This will be the first time he has ventured in this world alone. It may seem no different from before, but there is no failure here, only death.
Speaking of which, he actually prefers to act with Freya and the others, but how can he explain the key? It can't be said that he came here to bury it before, this kind of clumsy lie is probably not even deceived by Essen, let alone Freya who is as careful as a hair.
After weighing, he decided to act alone.
"It doesn't make a difference, old man. Just cut it off and retrain." He rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but cheer himself up.