The Ghost Rider had already noticed the movement here. It turned its horse's head silently and pointed its spear. The air that seemed to be wrapped in a layer of icy mist under the dark of night immediately rolled up to both sides, forming a vacuum belt-shaped area. Brando immediately pushed the tiger bird away, and rolled himself to the other side with three loud bangs, bangs, and bangs. The vacuum area moved forward, and the tall trees blocking it exploded in turn—like an invisible sword. It splits through it, and the sawdust is flying.
The Ghost Rider lowered his hand, and a path more than ten feet wide appeared in the forest. There was no barrier between Brando and it.
Spirit gun.
Damn, do you need to zoom in as soon as you come up! Brando couldn't help cursing. He wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, thinking that thanks to his knowledge, he saw that the ghost knight raised his right hand and noticed something was wrong-the spear of the spirit had defensive properties, and His white crow sword has the ability to increase the range of attack. If they didn’t dodge in time before, it is estimated that he and Tiger Sparrow would only have two cold corpses left. That's it.
Tiger Sparrow was also very nervous. He had only heard about the terrible ghost rider in the legend, but when he really faced it, he found that the other party was more difficult than he imagined. He couldn't help but spit, thinking that he was about to be middle-aged but still had to fight like a hairy boy. The world is really changing fast. He couldn't help but glanced at Brando, but saw the young man's face resolute, as if unmoved by the sharp attack of the Ghost Rider, he couldn't help taking a breath.
"We can't beat it." After all, Tiger Sparrow is an old mercenary with rich combat experience. He knew the contrast between enemy and us in an instant, and then lay on the other side and shouted at Brando.
But Brando only gave him a quiet gesture.
He held up the short bow with both hands—the young man could already see the terrifying undead at this moment—it resembled a classical knight walking down from the scrolls of the modern masters of Vaughan, wearing Gothic plate armor and full body Shrouded up and down in a layer of hazy fluorescence. Even the seated war horse is no exception, but it is not a horse, but an evil spirit. The gun in the knight's hand is like a long silver shuttle, which is held tightly in the middle of the hand, and the long tip points to the ground, as if a transparent silver thread extends from the end.
That is the visual error caused by the soul element lingering on the spear.
After contacting the Golden Tier, whether it is a warrior, a wizard, a knight, or other professions, they begin to show the power of the elements more or less.
Tiger Sparrow got up from the ground and tried to stop Brando's next move, trying to pull him back. In the eyes of this mercenary captain, his lord or the summoner is crazy, they are not the opponent of that monster at all. The strength displayed by the ghost knight has far exceeded his understanding of the general golden subordinates.
But Brando turned a deaf ear to his shouting, and the young man put a silver arrow on it, aimed a little, and then let go of the string.
The Arrow of Ice Crack drew a jaw-dropping arc over the ghost rider's head and exploded with a bang behind it, but a cloud of silver ice mist only slightly brushed the monster's left shoulder, where a piece of hoarfrost was condensed. . Brando couldn't help blushing, and coughed to conceal his embarrassment—he then remembered that he now only has one weapon proficient, and he is no longer an expert-level warrior with more than forty levels of archery skills in the past. . However, even the blasted ice arrow slowed down the Ghost Rider's movements a bit. Although it was extremely limited, the spear that it swung for the second time was missed as a result. A silver ribbon of light passed over the heads of the two, and the tiger bird followed. I turned my head back-I saw the tree canopy behind disappeared without a trace for an instant, leaving only the bare tree stumps.
He opened his mouth, almost unable to breathe. Rubis mercenaries are brave and good at fighting, but this battle has exceeded his knowledge. Is this a humanoid self-propelled gun
Three seconds.
Realizing that Tiger Sparrow didn't care about his shooting problem, Brando breathed a sigh of relief. The Spirit Spear consumes the soul fire extremely, and the Ghost Rider will enter the cooldown after casting it twice in a row. It is not the first time that he has fought against this kind of undead, so he can calm down if he knows it well. He flattened his short bow, this time prolonging the time of aiming. This action looked like death in the tiger's eyes, but Brando was half kneeling on the ground like a stone statue-motionless.
He has three seconds.
The second ice-cracked arrow came out, but still missed, the third arrow hit the ghost knight's waist-after the silver crushed ice powder exploded, the gray mist enveloped half of its body. Brando saw from the readings on his retina that he had caused 13 points of damage, which was almost equal to fur for the Ghost Rider, but the frost covered the armor made the delay of the undead's shot and termination each prolonged by 12.5%.
Brando breathed a sigh of relief as the effect of the Ice Cracked Arrow was the same as in the memory. Although the Ghost Rider is a spirit body, the Arrow of Magic is not a physical attack, so it does not suffer the penalty of loss. It's a pity that a pair of elements makes the sisters themselves too low-level, otherwise the opponent's shot rate will at least be reduced by more than half. But enough, there are still four arrows in hand anyway.
"It actually works?" Tiger Sparrow is also very sharp-eyed, although he can't see the data as intuitively as Brando, but the ghost rider's movements are a little slower, and he immediately sees the clues.
"Nonsense." Brando said irritably, knowing that this guy can only hold back himself if he stays.
"But even so, we are still not its opponents, Lord Lord."
"So what?"
"Let's retreat. Compared to this guy, I would rather go and fight the Black Fire Cultist!" Huque shouted.
Brando didn't bother to pay attention to him, and simply stretched out his hand and threw another bundle of cyan magic arrows to Tiger Sparrow. The mercenary captain took it subconsciously, froze for a moment, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nonsense, of course it's for me. Did you stay with soy sauce?"
Although Huque didn't know what it meant to use soy sauce, he could guess that Brando was dissatisfied with his previous performance. This mercenary captain was rarely blushing, but he couldn't help but slander. He thought to himself that everyone is like you, Lord Lord, who can face these horrors to death, and the guys like human-shaped self-propelled guns face to face with one ear without changing their colors. He doesn't know if this is bold or stupid.
But I think so. The Rubis who have been mercenaries for generations still worship the brave and brave warriors. Regarding this own summoner, he didn't say anything, but he naturally came up with convincing thoughts in his heart.
At this moment Brando had shot the fourth arrow of the ice crack within three seconds, and this one hit the ghost knight's right shoulder, causing its armor to be covered with a thick layer of ice crystals. The efficiency of the Ghost Rider's action has been reduced by more than 30%. At this time, most people may be happy to beat down the dog, but the young man kept silent and dragged his mercenary captain away.
As soon as he walked on the front foot, the ghost rider and its evil spirit mounts turned around and began to accelerate—not a normal accelerated pursuit, but the most commonly used skill of knights and warriors—charge.
Brando also activated his charge skills.
One person and one undead is like a black thread and a silver thread chasing each other in the forest. Although it is only a moment, the scene is really beautiful and almost weird. It's as if on a still dark canvas, a striking silver-white straight line extends infinitely along a black straight line. The picture is still, time is still, everything is still, but the two lines are always moving forward.
One chase and one escape.
When Brando stopped, Tiger Sparrow was almost speechless: "Lord Lord, that's..."
"Charge, a knight's required skill." Brando glanced at him: "As a Rubis mercenary who has experienced many battles, I don't even know this."
"No, I mean, sir, how did you know that it would charge at that time..."
"Ah, I'm in the mountains of Olkhash. The main opponent of the cavalry is the ghost rider. Haven't I told you this story?" Brando replied absent-mindedly. In fact, he was so nervous that he didn't even know himself. What he was talking about, a battle that would kill him if he was not careful, to be honest, his heart was throbbing with fear. He turned his head and saw that the Ghost Rider stopped at almost the same moment—the beautiful monster that was gracefully close to purity, its slender silver-clad gloves tightened its reins, and two pale clouds lit up under the mask. Flame, look in this direction.
That look seems to be also a question-who are you? Looks like a tricky opponent? Where are you from
Before the two started chasing and fleeing, they were almost 100 meters apart, but at the moment it was only 50 meters. Brando found that the error of his estimate was not more than one meter.
He was almost fighting by instinct.
The warrior's instinct.
…
In fact, it wasn't just Tiger Sparrow who didn't believe him. When two straight lines divided the forest into two, Antitina couldn't help but whispered. The mercenaries behind her were silent-Brando and the Ghost Rider acted and judged exactly the same, as if the latter couldn't escape the eyes of the former in every move. In fact, when this scene happened almost a second before they realized how thrilling what happened before.
Roman pursed his lips, looked at that direction with shining eyes, a small light of excitement flashed in his eyes.
"If this is the case for the younger generation of Highland Knights in Karasu, then Eluin would have long been a first-class power!" The noble daughter took a short breath: "This liar..."
But in fact, Brando is not as optimistic as she is. The speed of the ghost knight is very fast, the opponent's charge still has one minute to cool down, and the soul fire is becoming vigorous again, not to mention its big move is far more than that. As soon as the young man stopped, he made a gesture to Tiger Sparrow to let the latter follow. The two quickly circled to a lowland in the middle of the valley. The interlaced rocks made it impossible for the Ghost Rider to take advantage of horseback riding.
But Brando did not blindly retreat. The effect of the Arrow of Ice Crack is to buy time for him, and now he needs to use the time he bought—
"Tiger bird."
"exist."
"Use the arrow of the wind."
"what?"
Brando made a gesture, the latter was taken aback, and then he understood.
Although the mercenary captain has been opposed to fighting this monster, at this moment, he found that he seemed to have subconsciously integrated into the battle.