The Amber Sword

Chapter 157: Perfect plot line

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Maybe it should be said.

The battle has not yet begun, it is over.

The high-ranking Black Fire Cultist of the silver ranks, in front of the Phoenix Guard Elf heavy infantry who has mastered the power of the elements, is almost as weak as a newborn chick. The silver elves are a proud race that highly respects combat skills in their long lives. Their heavy infantry is not just as simple as having excellent physical fitness and well-equipped equipment. You can imagine how helpless you are when fighting fighters with skill.

A look and a subtle movement are enough to betray all your intentions in the eyes of the silver elf's sharpest warrior. Brando saw that there were even high-ranking black fire cultists trying to show off their poor fighting skills in front of these elven warriors. They couldn’t help being funny, let alone these poor worms, even based on his experience, he would not dare to show off their poor fighting skills. Fighting in front of the machine-for the silver elves, fighting is an art and the supreme pursuit of beauty.

Crude, so crude.

The silver elves felt incredible. They did not expect that hundreds of years later, the servants of darkness would use such crude combat skills to fight them. We must know that seven centuries ago, the Dark Dragon, Miner and other servants were the most powerful enemies of all intelligent creatures, mastering the most advanced civilization, the deepest magic and the most amazing fighting skills. Not hostile to civilization, because the brutal and dark rule itself once represented the most advanced civilization in the world.

The fighting skills of the dark people were once so fascinating that many compatriots turned into the dark because of this. They did not expect that they would have regressed to this point after only a few hundred years. No, this is no longer a fighting technique.

It's just unbearable.

The Black Fire cultists obviously did not expect that they would explode with their last potential resistance, and instead aroused the anger of the silver elves. In fact, it's not just them. Except Brando, everyone present will be ashamed of the silver elves' opinions at the moment. Yes! After experiencing the war of the saints, civilization has not progressed, but is retreating. The supreme military power held by both sides in the past war has already become a legend in the myth at this moment.

But no matter what other people thought, the battle was still settled at the moment before it really started. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the Black Fire Cultists had already turned into cold corpses on the ground. The black blood flowed across the headless, cold bodies, spreading along the uneven ground in the forest, like a strip. A vein of growing black blood vessels.

The white-haired young man seemed to be nailed in place by an invisible force, his mouth opened wide, and there was a creaking sound in his throat, unable to say a word.

After a long time, there was a crisp sound on the scene. Everyone turned their heads subconsciously, only to see that the huge sword in the hands of the big man among the gray wolf mercenaries fell to the ground with a bang, and he himself seemed to be unaware, looking at those new ones with horror. Stopped the whole group of Elf Guards. Twenty Templars with the elements of civilization, Martha is on top, and Eluin’s power is nothing but so!

The gray wolf mercenaries couldn't help but look at Brando, and the shock in their hearts didn't stop at one end. Who could have twenty Templars as guards? Could it be that this young man is actually a certain prince of Cruz, who just passed by here by accident. Although this guess is a bit ridiculous, it seems that the former is more acceptable than the fact that twenty live Templars appeared in front of him. Some.

But when everyone was in a daze, the red-haired girl put down her spear and stopped between the silver elf warrior and the white-haired young man.

She meant very clearly, she didn't want these elves to kill Reddy.

The red-haired girl raised her head, her mouth pursed, her expression a little dignified. She already knew that she was definitely not the opponent of one of these elven warriors, but even so, this kind of recognition still couldn't let the fighting spirit in her eyes fade. Her center of gravity sank slightly, her body leaned forward, and she had put on a posture of preparing to fight—like a female leopard about to violent.

"Aki?"

This action of the girl was so familiar, it almost made Sanford and the others think that it was in the past, that Akane was willing to fight for anyone in the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group.

"Aki, that guy is a traitor! Why do you still protect him!" the big man couldn't help but shouted.

"Only this time—" the red-haired girl gritted her teeth, but she shook her head immediately, as if to throw the idea out of her mind: "Only this last time, I can't watch him die here."

"Qian?" Reddy was taken aback, this time even he seemed to see the original shadow of Qian from the girl's back.

"Hurry up!" the red-haired girl said angrily: "Go to Master Conard!"

Reddy stayed for a while, only then did he react, and scurried and ran back.

But when Brando saw this scene, a gleam of surprise flashed in his eyes. What a wealth of his knowledge, he caught the struggle of this'red knight' in an instant—rejection! This shows that the girl's own consciousness has not completely disappeared. The words she said before were completely based on her own consciousness. Otherwise, how could this indifferent and ruthless life form such as the gods take the initiative to protect others! So this shows that this divine envoy is still a nascent body!

Brando, who realized this, suddenly understood why the crimson knight Milfit turned into a ghost knight in the end. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart-bold! Even at the expense of existence to fight against the invasion of God's blood, this girl really has a very personality, thinking of this, he can't help but start to respect.

But sincere respect, that disgusting arrogance can't let go. Brando is not the one who likes to let go of the tiger. This guy made it clear that he was going to eat with him, who knows if he will transform into an Ultraman next time and come to trouble him? Even if the other party does not have the protagonist's halo, if he hurts Roman or other people around him, wouldn't it be beyond regret

He made a decisive gesture with a clear meaning: stun the girl and kill the bastard behind.

The elf commander beside Brando was taken aback for a moment. For the first time, he glanced at the young lord in surprise. Brando’s previous gestures were not simple. It was one of the gesture commands that the ancient commanders often used in the Battle of the Saints. These gesture commands have been developed to this day and have undergone considerable changes. Today, we know There are not many people who gestured seven centuries ago.

But surprise is one thing, the commander still conveyed the instruction quickly and professionally with a cold face.

no doubt-

Wanting to escape under the'care' of twenty Templar knights is obviously a whimsical thing. Even if there is a gold-level presence on the sidelines, there will be no change in the result.

Balrogan, the relic left by the silver elves retreat before the Glory Year—

The lizardman commander Heyukil occupies one of the largest halls in the ruins. This hall was probably used by silver elves for worship and important ceremonies in the past. However, like other buildings, it was abandoned. Centuries later, this once majestic hall is now equally dilapidated. And probably because of an instinct, or a manifestation of incomplete evolution-the lizard people still have not been able to break away from some of the habits of their close relatives, just like Heyukil himself still maintains a strong concept of territory-this hall has long been Considered by him as a private possession, anyone who dares to get involved is tantamount to challenging his authority position among the group of lizardman robbers.

But what makes Heyukiel proud is that he has always admired his own aesthetics. Compared with those stinky guys, he can naturally tidy up this hall like a real civilized person-the center of the hall is covered with a red carpet as it was hundreds of years ago, and there are some different styles around it. I don't know where I snatched all kinds of furniture. The pieces of furniture are not stacked on a regular basis, but Heyukil particularly likes this, he ordered his men to move these things and pile them together.

So that he can appreciate it every day.

When Conrad and the dark priest of the Black Fire Cultist opened the door and entered this hall, the three of them snorted coldly. The latter is because I don’t want to see these two annoying faces at all. The former is because I disdain the vulgar aesthetics of this reptile with underdeveloped limbs and an uncomplicated brain. At least this mercenary leader doesn’t look at it. What is the difference between this hall and the garbage dump

"Donald, I heard—Materis—you died there," Heyuki straightened the collar of his trench coat—he had snatched it from a passing nobleman, with a long, wrinkled face. The Shang was full of regrets and said: "It's a pity, fake news, that's one."

"One last reminder, my name is Conrad." The head of the mercenary was really in no mood to correct the strange Cruz grammar that the other party didn't know from there. He just woke up the lizard and don't deliberately use the tongue curl. Come and read his name.

"It's all the same." Heyukil glanced at the black fire priest behind him, and asked with a complacency: "I thought-won't come-you."

Conrad snorted coldly: "You are here to investigate the silver elves' cemetery. Actually, I think it's very comfortable to be a bandit." He looked around and said, "You grab these. Things are worth a lot of money?"

The lizard-man Heyukier wrinkled deeper, and shook his head, holding back, "No, no. Do business-I am."

"Then what did you find?"

"I found that there is a little. But-not much-progress." Heyukil kept shook his head: "We can't get close—the surrounding—the temple, but this thing—help me—can." It stretched out. A thin hand, holding a necklace, shook it: "Wizard, I need some."

Conrad and the dark priest glanced at each other. This lizard was here under the guise of investigating the king's graveyard as the emperor of the earth. Almost everyone thought so, but he didn't expect it to be really doing business here. But now is not the time to be in a hurry. The mercenary leader reorganized the content of his speech and said, "That is not a problem, but now we have one thing for you to help."

"One time—I have helped you." Heyuki said unhappily. He sent a message to attract the gray wolf mercenary group to come over, which has attracted the attention of other adventurers around him.

"It's good for you," the dark priest whispered.

"Benefits—how is it?"

"A big fish." Conard looked serious.

There was a muffled noise.

Brando severely grabbed the young man's white hair and pressed his head into the dirt, causing the other party to scream. Judging from the news revealed by Reddy, the facts are already obvious. Although Brando is most unwilling to accept this result, he still has to admit that the plot has changed here.

The other party is already eyeing him—

In fact, he should have thought of this long ago. He changed the steps to complete the task, and the whole plot naturally reversed. The previous strategy did not mention the betrayal of the scarlet ghost knight and Reddy, nor did it mention that Conrad, the leader of the solitaire mercenary group, would take the lead in going to the ruins of Barrogan. That is to say, the other party has completely abandoned the tracking of Buga and Macaro and his party, and has turned to search for his existence.

All this is a deliberate illusion created by that damn sly fox. Although Brando was itchy with anger, he had to admit that the other party's strategy was very successful and caused him a lot of trouble. It also made him angry with serious consequences.

After listening to Reddy’s description, Antitina didn’t say a word. It took a long time before she suggested on the side: “Should we retreat temporarily, Lord Lord?”

But Brando waved his hand.

If you trouble him, you must be prepared to pay the price. Fortunately, this plot seems to be the so-called final route of 100% completion. Instead, he calmed down at this time. He wanted to see how powerful these black fire cultists were. Isn't it the plot with the highest degree of completion? Brando said in his heart that I haven't experienced it before, and I'm going to see Master Martha how you plan to reward me with this degree of completion.

But he was going crazy, but Sandford leaned over carefully and asked in a low voice: "My lord, what will she do?"

Brando turned his head and saw that the future Miss Ghost Rider was lying on one side as if she was asleep, and a few elven warriors were guarding beside her-kill? This is obviously impossible, let's not talk about the thoughts of the newly joined Gray Wolf mercenaries, even he himself would not agree. Just kidding, Akane has already been in contact with Yongge Set Card. If her fate is irreversible, the best result will be the same as Medissa.

But because it was a newborn body god envoy, and according to Reddy's description, it seemed to be sealed by a lower-level priest, then maybe he was still saved. Brando wasn't a madman who wanted to be sealed as a card when he saw an individual. If he could rescue this very characteristic young lady, he would rather be willing. What's more, maybe you can have a subordinate with golden strength out of thin air.

So he replied without thinking about it, "Take it, after all, it's your companion, maybe it's still saved."

"Really!" Sandford was surprised, and then asked excitedly.

Brando nodded: "I can only try."

The young man nodded hurriedly. Of course he understood that Akane's state must be abnormal.

"Where is this guy?" Antitina looked at Reddy who was gnawing on the ground with a bit of disgust, and asked in a low voice.

Hearing these words, the white-haired young man seemed to regain his strength all at once. He struggled to raise his head, his face was full of tears mixed with mud, and he shouted with all his strength: "You promised, as long as I said it, you You won’t kill me—"

"I speak for words." Brando nodded.

He clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the silver elf beside him: "Commander, so please do it for you."