The mercenary captain noticed Brando's movements, and he was shocked: "My lord?"
"I went behind it." Brando interrupted him and replied.
Although ghost riders are undead, their wisdom has approached that of normal humans. It wouldn't stay here forever to let these vulnerable Rats drag him to death a little bit, as long as it waited until about 10% of its life remained, it would retreat decisively. But Brando certainly wouldn't allow the duck to fly.
"No, it's too dangerous." Huque froze, he guessed what Brando was going to do, and hurriedly stopped: "I'll go for you."
"Do you know what I'm going to do?" Brando asked back. In fact, he didn't want to do this. Although he had done every unlucky ending in the past, he had to know that the other party was a ghost knight, and even a little mistake in this world would be intolerable. matter.
That's not as simple as dying one level, but losing your life. Anyone who faces such a situation may be throbbing with nervousness.
His only reliance is his unyielding talent. As long as he protects his heart and head, he can at least guarantee that he will not be like a passerby—at least he can write a will without any problem.
"You can tell me what to do, Lord Lord," the mercenary captain replied, "after all, we are your subordinates. You don't have to do everything by yourself."
"I also hope to save trouble," Brando smiled, and took out the coil of rope before: "But unfortunately, you can't learn this thing."
"what's up?"
"Do you know alchemy?"
His words suffocated Tiger Sparrow. Should he still be a mercenary if he knows alchemy? The middle-aged mercenary couldn't help but roll his eyes.
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The battle did not come to an end so quickly. The defense of the ghost knight ranks among the 35th-level elites and even the 40th-level monsters. Apart from anything else, the glowing psychic full body armor can greatly Most attacks are blocked.
The four-armed crossbow provided by the army for soldiers with the strength of black iron is widely circulated among mercenaries. Although it is a contraband, the nobles in most areas turn a blind eye. But the power of this crossbow, which can only be twisted by people with a power level of 5 or more, is terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is almost as tickle for the ghost rider.
Only a crossbow that occasionally hits a vital part can cause effective damage to it, but at most there are no more than a few. What's more, the Ghost Rider is not a wooden stake. Although its dexterity has dropped drastically in the limit range of the altar, and it is restrained by the arrow of wind, the difference in strength lies there, and it is still extremely flexible to dodge.
This has not yet calculated the 40% probability of physical attack on the spiritual body being lost.
But Brando is not in a hurry. Tiger Sparrow still has four ice-crack arrows and six wind-bound arrows, plus the remaining duration can last at least ten minutes, ten minutes, more than ten black The siege of mercenaries with strength in the middle reaches of the iron, it is estimated that even the thirty-fifth level BOSS can also lose a layer of skin.
Not to mention a small elite.
When Brando took the ghost rider to focus all his attention on this wholesome activity of hitting the mole, he quietly walked around in a big circle to the woods behind him, not too close, almost half a distance. The distance to the playground. The undead who got closer might be aware of it, but he couldn't bear the drop in the accuracy of the bow and arrow far away.
After all, he is no longer the one-hundred-thirty-level fighter who wants to shoot your right eye at a distance of a few hundred meters, but won't shoot your left eye. Weapon master, it's better to be safe.
But he didn't come here to release a cold arrow from behind. This might be effective, but it's not very effective. Unless he has already entered the Silver Tier 1 and has just learned an archery skill, maybe a critical strike will take away 10% of the ghost knight's life and take it in seconds, but it is possible.
But obviously not now.
He glanced at the battlefield not far away. The hot battle over there was in sharp contrast with the silence here. Brando took a deep breath, separated the bushes on the ground, and then used a long sword to draw an alchemy circle on the sand.
If Tamar must know here that his previous advice was in vain, because Brando drew another energy injection circle, and then drew a blood refining circle, it is obvious that he has already planned to carry forward this door control technique. NS.
Then he threw the rope to the center of the circle, and then threw in the soul crystallization from the intermediate corpse witch when he was in Lidenburg. To be honest, he is a little bit painful, the soul crystallization of the Intermediate Witch is not so easy to get at this time, especially since Madara has negotiated with Eruin, and I don’t know how many years will be waited for the next war-if not at hand. There really is no better substitute, and he really doesn't want to waste this precious material here.
Of course, fate is more important in comparison.
He turned his long sword and cut his fingers, a drop of blood fell into the magic circle, and his heart suddenly contracted. Brando immediately felt that his life was exaggerated by more than one-third, and the higher the material, the greater the need for energy. Although he had expected it, he was still surprised.
He couldn't help but smirked, thinking that the only material in his hand was not a dragon's heart or something, otherwise he would not be sucked into a man. Of course, this is just to think about it. If you really want to have the heart of the magic dragon, he simply went to the Emperor of Cruz to exchange for a duchy king Dangdang.
But thinking of the rare materials, he couldn't help but think of the thing that had been in his backpack. He couldn't help but subconsciously opened the backpack and took a look, and a golden light was reflected in the young man's eyes, and the light was beating as if there was life—very rhythmic, like a heart.
Brando took a breath. This was a secret he hadn't told anyone. No one, because it is too important. Of course, he has almost determined who put this thing in it, but he doesn't understand that it is just one side. The other party does not seem to have this reason to do this
What is the motivation
To blame? Or temptation
Brando couldn't be happy when he thought of this. To be honest, this thing was important to some people, but it was of little use to him. He still has four levels to unlock the second talent, but he has a goal long ago, rather than relying on this thing. He thought for a while, but still had no clue, so his mind quickly returned to reality.
Currently his biggest trouble is the Ghost Rider, and other things are better left alone for the time being.
He glanced at the finished alchemy product in the magic circle. It was originally an ordinary rope, but now it has become as black as ink, and it emits a faint black light all the time. This thing looks very IMBA, very demeanor of Xianxian-of course, from the color, compared with the golden Xianxian in many cultivation novels, it may have to be renamed as Xianxian.
Brando laughed at himself, knowing that this thing was actually a crude alchemy product that couldn't be more crude. He simply injected the energy in the soul crystal into the rope. But what made him dumbfounded was that the raw materials were a bit too advanced, and that's why he made this ordinary rope into this kind of virtue.
He wanted Tamar to know that he was so violent, and he might use Soulwalker to give him a look.
Oh, right. In this history, the future alchemy master has not yet made the sickle called a semi-artifact. Brando immediately realized this and corrected his thoughts.
He picked up the rope, then looked at the other end of the battlefield, quietly waiting for the moment when the battle was over.
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The Ghost Rider was showing off in vain, and its spirit spear hit a few people at first—but that was just a wound caused by wind pressure. But soon the mercenaries became more cautious, and this fierce undead immediately exposed the nature of its paper tiger.
Although the undead creatures are not afraid or happy, they gradually become a little impatient. Especially the evil spirit's mount it was sitting on, could not help but irritably lifted and dropped four hooves.
Facing this scene, Tiger Sparrow was a little worried at first. He was mainly worried that the Ghost Rider would make another attack with a thousand troops, but after this guy suffered a dark loss, he endured it well, after all, it might take him away directly after another shot.
The ghost rider has the ability to calculate, so naturally he will not make such low-level mistakes.
Of course it's just that it may not understand that it has been making another kind of low-level mistake.
The mercenary captain shot the last arrow of the ice crack. After the battle lasted for nearly ten minutes, the ghost rider finally couldn't hold it. Its upper body almost covered with a thick layer of frost made a creaking sound, and then began to retreat. .
This undead retreated extremely fast, almost beyond everyone's imagination. They originally thought that after hitting so many ice crack arrows, it would at least have a little restriction on its ability to move, but it really seemed to be only a little bit.
Tiger Sparrow reacted quickly, and he immediately made up a wind-bound arrow-unfortunately, the effect was not great.
The mercenaries let out an exclamation, and some were about to catch up, but the tiger sparrow immediately stopped them. Just kidding, if the ghost knight kills a carbine after catching up, then they don't want to explain it all here.
They confessed here that it would be nice to say that if Brando died, it would really be overwhelming.
Tiger Sparrow cast his gaze into the forest. He knew that the mysterious lord at this time would definitely think of something. Unconsciously, these mercenaries have developed a kind of trust in Brando who summoned them.
But sure enough.
Two shiny silver arrows appeared in the dark forest one after the other, like two white lines extending forward against a black background—
So eye-catching.
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