It can be said that there is not much time. But that's only relatively speaking. The activities of the Black Fire Cultists in this forest means that there will be danger at any time and place here.
But on the other hand, Brando can rest assured that he knows that the Black Fire Cultists are still looking for trouble with Macaro and Buga at the moment, and what they have to face on this side is just defending the emptiness of the lizard man's nest. Although a battle is inevitable, just as he knew that the lizardmen were gangs of robbers on the surface, they were actually a dark move of the tree shepherds—because the strategy was clearly written, the whole incident was a trap, even in the town of Chablis. Some officials on the site have been bought by the tree shepherd, and the pit is dug so that Macaro can jump down. Of course, the cunning fox is indeed well-deserved, and even under such circumstances, he still relied on his intuitive keenness to safely send the only son of Grand Duke Luen out, but he himself would have a bad luck.
But what does all this have to do with Brando. It is mentioned in the strategy that the Black Fire Cultists did not merge with the Lizardmen in the end, because the plot had ended before that, which meant that their only opponent was the bunch of reptiles that had not yet fully evolved. He only had to look at the twenty-odd elf heavy infantry soldiers behind him who were covered in silver armor and wing-shaped silver peaked helmets with only a pair of pale silver eyes outside, and he felt very confident. Those were the Elf Guards, the Phoenix Guards, the backbone of the land forces on the side of the Holy Alliance. Although the only commander of the Elf Guard with a golden helmet had clearly told him that after moving away from the altar, their strength was accelerating, but Brando was not worried. The distance between the lizardman’s lair and the altar was within two days. Within-not yet the half-life of the power of these elven imperial guards.
What's more, even after the half-life, even after the power decays by half, the elven soldiers of the Phoenix Guard are no weaker than the 30th level elite, and they can easily push the lizardmen. The only Black Fire Cult who is worth worrying about is playing hide-and-seek with Buga at the moment. When they come back to their senses, Brando thinks that he has gotten the sage slab and Medissa's necklace and flees away, but he can consider leaving it for them. The corpse of a reptile next to the ground.
Treasures, quest items, and experience are all indispensable.
Especially for hardcore players.
Even Brando has repeatedly considered whether to design well, how to use these'resources' that he has on hand, and how to kill the divine envoy who may exist as a level 50 BOSS. Using high-level NPCs to kill BOSS is the most exciting thing in the game. As for Conrad, the leader of the solitaire mercenary regiment, it should be a side dish for dinner.
Of course, in addition to these YY, Brando still has a headache.
Because most silver elves are silent and arrogant, they follow this team far behind—in fact, they just have to make sure that no one can bypass them at this distance to attack Brando, that’s enough. . Although humans are their allies, the silver elves consider themselves very high and are reluctant to walk with human mercenaries, which is reasonable. Of course, this "reasonable" is what they think. Brando's Lubis mercenaries have long been grieving. When have they been so despised
Tiger Sparrow looked back at these elf soldiers and couldn't help frowning; he knew how terrifying these guys behind were, so he didn't say much, just said: "Lord, the unicorn knight card is' The core card of Yongge's deck, only the second card in the set of cards that can be echoed with the core card—"
"Yes, yes," Brando interrupted the uncle in his heart: "You have said it six times. The main card is of silver quality, and the two second cards must also be of silver quality, right? I can recite. Of course I care about this, but you have also noticed that the card is getting closer and closer to us. I think there is something weird in it. How about we just wait for work?"
Tiger Sparrow smiled, why didn't he know this, but his Lord Lord seemed to always be indifferent to these important matters. You have to know that the stronger the Journeyman, the stronger their summoned creatures will be, but Brando doesn't seem to hear this. He hinted at him more than once that he should focus on the training and card collection of the traveling mage, but Brando still does his own way and follows the steps.
Although the mercenary captain was very knowledgeable, he didn't know what Brando was looking for at this moment. Is it just a prince who wants to be a partisan? In his opinion, this is a bit too meaningless, especially after contacting the world of Travelling Mage. A mortal is a mortal after all, and the ultimate goal of a traveler is to explore the true meaning of this world and seek a way to a higher level of existence.
Compared with this, is everything in the world really attractive? Tiger Sparrow couldn't help touching his unshaven chin, somewhat unable to understand Brando's thoughts.
But he probably didn't expect that Brando's thoughts at this time were actually more'easy to understand' than he thought, because he was drooling over a pile of trophies that might not exist at all. The attraction of BOSS to players will always exist, especially when you know that you have a chance to kill its explosive equipment. But when the young man was thinking about not being able to extricate himself, he suddenly felt someone patted behind him.
This shock was nothing short of trivial. Brando turned his head in a spirited manner and saw a golden helmet and a pair of silver-gray eyes underneath.
The elf commander.
Brando recognized the other person at a glance, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart, saying, eldest brother, you walk silently. He patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief, and asked, "What's wrong?" But the elf commander was actually a bit wronged. Although the Phoenix Guard is known as the most powerful heavy infantry in the mainland-of course, this was nearly seven centuries ago. index. But their strength lies in combat skills and equipment, not in stealth skills. The reason Brando was taken aback was simply because he had walked too hard before.
The elf commander did not feel any guilt because he scared the leader of the team. Of course, if the elf took off his helmet, he might be so handsome that Brando would be jealous to death, but this face There was no expression at all at the moment. He just made an indifferent gesture and whispered: "A group of people in front are escaping in our direction."
"Flee?" Brando noticed the other party's words after a daze. He thought that someone would flee in this direction at this time. In theory, Buja and his party should be in the south. This is clearly written in the strategy, and Brando is convinced, because since he arrived in this world to rely on, history has never seen the slightest deviation.
The elf commander glanced at him with silver-gray eyes, as if dissatisfied with his question, but the other party still nodded.
Brando knew that this wooden guy wouldn't make jokes with him—in fact, he had been wondering if these guys would make jokes, or that there was no meaning of the word joke in their dictionary at all? But it didn't matter, he immediately raised his hand to stop the others. Brando had already established prestige among the group of people (except for the silver elves), and with his gesture, the mercenaries stopped immediately.
Antitina and Roman, who were originally drowsy, were also agitated at the moment. The merchant girl raised her head and asked curiously: "What's the matter, Brando?"
Brando made a silent gesture, and soon, he heard the sound of rustling footsteps through the bushes. The footsteps were very messy, as if panicking, it was completely audible that a group of people were running for their lives. Brando looked at the elves around him, and couldn't help but admire him a little, thinking that he was a high-level NPC, and his level of alertness was not comparable to that of ordinary players.
He has seen many players go out on adventures like a spring trip, which is simply unsightly. Of course, the player's personal strength is strong, and sometimes even if he encounters the result of a surprise attack, he may write it upside down. This is another statement.
He listened, and he caught another sound source farther away—the chasing soldiers and the mounts.
Brando's expression immediately became serious, and there were only two forces that could use mounts to travel in this area. One is the lizardmen and their traditional dragon-hunting cavalry, and the other is the black fire cultists and their demons. It is difficult for war horses to exert their advantages in the forest, especially the forest in this hilly area. Brando has not yet I've seen someone so desperately galloping through the Maolin in the hilly area.
He immediately dispersed everyone, ready to fight.
But the next moment, the panicked refugees entered his field of vision. A group of six people, half male and half, all dressed like refugees in ragged clothes. The body was covered with all kinds of wounds, but fortunately, at least the weapon was not lost—not losing the weapon means that the fighting spirit was not lost. Under such conditions, it is enough to show that they are extremely good mercenaries.
Just like this, Brando has recognized the identity of these people from their attire: the mercenary of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group.
No, these people are not just mercenaries from the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, Brando squinted. The group of Jadlan mercenaries of these people, the rare heavy infantry in the Gray Wolf mercenary group, had just met these people before.
But he frowned immediately. It was not right. According to the strategy, the Black Fire Cultists and Gray Wolf mercenaries shouldn't appear in this direction. He thought for a while, and thought that there might be a few mercenaries who had separated from Buga and others. Although the possibility of being scattered differently seems a bit small, Brando is more willing to believe that this is the reason than another possibility. .
The men and women of mercenaries were obviously taken aback when they saw Brando and his group, and the expressions on their faces were almost desperate. But the next moment, one of them recognized Brando. In fact, Brando also recognized each other. It was the young man who had spoken to him with Reddy that afternoon. Of course, his impression of this young man is much better than that of the frizzy white-haired boy.
Does he remember the other party's name? Oh, right! Sandford!
"Mr. Brando, help us!" The young man named Sando saw Brando as if he had seen a savior. His whole body seemed to be exhausted. He knelt down and raised his head eagerly. Shouted.
Although Brando doesn't like to be nosy, he is not a person who can't save him. Moreover, he is holding the thick thighs of the Phoenix Guard. It is a good time for the fox to fake the tiger. He knows that the gray wolf mercenary group is goodbye, Marka Although Luo is sorry for treating them as cannon fodder by his old subordinates, this cannot change the fact that most of these people are experienced fighters—they are mercenaries and there is no other way out. In this case, young people can do it. Buy one to dig these people over.
Jadran, one of the best mercenaries. After figuring this out, Brando nodded immediately and ordered his mercenaries to protect these people. Of course, he also asked the question he was most concerned about at the moment:
"Why are you here?"
"We..." But it's a pity that Sandford hadn't had time to answer, and the chasing soldiers had already answered for him.
The woods not far away made a rattling noise, and the leaves were trembling, and then several knights riding on'wild boars' rushed out from behind. Of course it was not a wild boar. Apart from the wood elves in the back, Brando was probably the only one who knew what the Black Fire cultists were riding.
Inferior demon, a low-level demon that looks like a wild boar, but is full of spots in mixed brown and cyan, and has four pairs of fangs and four pairs of eyes. The inferior demon is one of the important components of the demon's lower-level cavalry. It is also a good match for these black fire cultists to be mounts, but Brando took a breath when seeing these black fire cultists dressing up.
"Mr. Brando, be careful... They are... a little weird," Sanford reminded in a low voice.
Nonsense, of course weird! Brando couldn't help cursing in his heart. The dozen or so Black Fire cultists on the opposite side are all high-level cultists who live to hell. Isn't this weird? This is the elite cavalry of the Black Fire cultists, why would they come to chase these five mercenaries who are ashamed as beggars
No, wait.
He suddenly drew the long sword. Brando realized that there was a problem. If you were serious about chasing it, Sanford and the others would never have a chance to come here. In other words, they were deliberately driven to this place, but what does this mean, to demonstrate? He stared at the black fire cultists on the opposite side, not daring to confirm whether these annoying guys were staring at his group, even though they seemed to have nothing to do with each other.
But at this moment, the elf commander suddenly said behind him: "There are still people in the forest."
Brando immediately looked in that direction-no one could be seen in the forest, he could only see the layered leaves of the shrubs in that direction, making up the mottled colors in the forest. But in the next instant, he suddenly felt a movement in his heart.
The card of the unicorn knight fluttered as if there was life in his hand.
Good guy, it's the card reaction again!
It turned out to be such a thing.