To achieve 100% mission completion, it seems that all enemies in the front must be uprooted. The difficulty of this task is far greater than Brando imagined. He originally thought that as long as the Gray Wolf mercenary group was saved, it seemed that this idea was a bit naive now.
The mission system of Amber Sword is really not easy to fool, even when it comes to this world, it still shows its true colors. Having said that, Brando greeted the members of the Torrential Rain task force a hundred times in his heart.
He tentatively calculated the enemies he was about to face. Including the more than one hundred lizardman robbers mentioned in the information provided by Chablis to the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group, but the mission strategy stated that the number is actually more than 1,000 or even more.
Then there are the black fire cultists, the number will not be less than two hundred, and the average strength is above the black iron, which is a big trouble.
Finally, there are more than 70 dark mercenaries under Conrad, whose strength is almost the same as that of the Black Fire Cult. The Solitaire Mercenary Group is also the only report with the most accurate number of people on the strategy. Ha, this is really good news. —
Then the lizardman's commander Heyukil himself has the strength of the silver pinnacle, and Conrad Gold is undoubtedly the rank. As for the earth god envoy Brando who accompanied the Black Fire followers, he didn't even want to mention it, and it was a headache to mention it.
But Brando still didn't know that there was a lower-level dark priest in the opponent, otherwise he would really scold his mother.
He thought for a while, then turned around and saw that the silver elves had dealt with the white-haired arrogance. The gray wolf mercenaries are treating their wounds with the help of their colleagues, the Rubes mercenaries who are also mercenaries. It is probably because of similar origins. The two groups get along very well.
"What are you going to do?" A voice rang beside him.
Brando was taken aback when he saw the silver elf commander with the golden helmet.
"If the human is not lying, the black fire cultists and the lizard people are confluence, they should be about the same speed as ours. When we arrive, we may not only face a mob of lizard people."
The silver elf commander seemed to be stating something that had nothing to do with him.
"Basically correct," Brando replied without even thinking about it. "But I guess Conard had already seen Lizardman Commander Heyukil by this time because he wanted to prevent us from slipping out from the north."
The silver elf commander looked at him silently. Although he and his men were still extremely tough at this time, as if pushing the Lizardmen flatly, Brando knew that it was far from the same thing.
He hasn't heard that the task of SSS completion can be completed by flat push.
"They should have released spies."
"He thought we would run away?" Brando smiled: "But just so, I want them to make mistakes."
Brando didn't guess wrong, that evening, lizardmen dragoon cavalry scattered from the lair in Barrogan.
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The next morning—
The dry bushes on the hillside made a rustling noise, and a human hand and another slender elf's hand separated them to the left and right. Behind the bush, Brando and the silver elf commander calmly watched the movement in the valley. The young man took a look for a while, and said:
"Dragon Cavalry."
"This is the third team since yesterday—" The elf commander's silver pupils reflected the look of the green valley below, and his eyes did not change at all. The speed and flexibility of hunting dragons in the jungle surpasses any cavalry mounts of this era, but they are still far inferior to the shadow knights of the Miner people. Passing in the gap, it was a pity that in the eyes of this silver elf warrior master, it was still a bit ridiculously slow.
"From this distance, it is already twice as long as the usual robber-like nest patrol range. Even if the opponent is under the tree shepherd, this is not normal..." Brando murmured, "It seems it is. Enter the story mode."
"What?" The silver elf commander looked back.
"No," the young man realized his mistake, and hurriedly changed his words: "It's just estimating the distance."
"Extraordinary." The Silver Elf Commander glanced at him. Since last night, this is not the first time they have done such a thing.
Brando nodded hurriedly: "It's really nothing to look at. Let's proceed according to the original plan." He turned around and shouted, "Sanford."
The original Gray Wolf mercenary, but the young man who is now his subordinate ran up from below panting, raised his head and looked at the two men above and asked: "Yes! Lord Lord, what's the matter?"
Although he has just joined, Brando has instructed Antitina to explain his'true identity' to them. Of course, it’s not a big deal for adventurers, travelers and even businessmen to use a false identity when walking outside, but these mercenaries are still very happy that Brando can trust them so much—not to mention a future compared to the identity of a business man. The identity of the lord is obviously more attractive to these mercenaries.
Compared with the life of wandering and unsettled, mercenaries are also more willing to be the followers of a nobleman, at least they can settle down. Especially from the description of the group of Rubis mercenaries, it is obvious that this young lord is different from most aristocrats’ self-serving and indifferent, disregarding the lives of their subordinates, even though they have just learned from the "maned wolf" Macaro. Learned a lesson-but born in this chaotic world, what can they do for these little people.
They can only work harder to attract the attention of this adult.
"Convey the order and prepare to do it." Brando replied looking down at the valley.
"No problem, I will go now." But halfway through, the young man turned around and asked in a puzzled manner: "Lord Lord, there is actually one thing I don't understand..."
"Yep?"
Sanford hesitated for a moment, but still plucked up the courage to ask: "I don't think it is necessary to spend so much time with your current strength. As long as we kill all the way, I believe those lizard people can't resist. You said that they had colluded with the Black Fire Cultists. As far as I know, even Eruin..."
He didn't say the second half of the sentence, "Even the royal family of Eruin may not be able to make up more than twenty Templars—" Yes, although the total number of Templars in Eruin may be far more than two. There are so many ten; but it must be understood that not everyone of these Templars serves the nobles, not to mention that even those who are loyal to a certain power are not all loyal to a certain power. .
But the subtext of this sentence sounds more like questioning Brando's identity, so Sandford closed his mouth abruptly.
But Brando still understood what he meant. He smiled and replied: "You may be a little disappointed by speaking out, because these elven allies are not my subordinates. They are fighting side by side with us only because they are with us. The common goal, and the other point is that they cannot leave the area too far, otherwise their strength will gradually weaken."
The young man was taken aback, and he didn't understand what Brando meant by weakening his strength. But he immediately replied loudly: "No, Lord Lord. You misunderstood, we will not be disappointed-you forgot, when we swore to follow you yesterday, it was not because of your strong strength. It was to repay you. Hand-in-hand, so no matter when, whether as a gray wolf mercenary or a former gray wolf mercenary, we will not violate our promise."
But he immediately asked again: "It's just that these elven allies are Templars, right? Even if their power is declining, is there such a strong effect...?"
When Brando saw Sandford's expression, he knew that this guy had something wrong with it. This is not to blame for him. Indeed, according to ordinary people's understanding, the strength of the Templars is as much as half of the decline and can be maintained at the peak of the Golden Order.
Twenty Golden Tier peaks are indeed enough to sweep this area.
It's a pity that things are counterproductive, and there is another thing in this world called a hierarchical system. If the strength is reduced by half, the level can only be reduced by one level, and the impact if the level is deducted by half can be greater. And unfortunately, this damn altar system really deducts strength in this way-the peak state of the Elf Guards is just a 60th-level ordinary unit, and half of it becomes a 30th-level ordinary unit, not to mention gold. The pinnacle of the rank, even the upper rank of silver strength, is difficult to maintain.
It's no problem to push the Lizardmen with more than 20 silver advanced units. The problem is that if you add the Earth Envoy and Conrad, the trouble will be big.
So he had to find a clever way.
But it was a bit difficult to explain, so he simply waved his hand and replied: "Don't worry, go and pass on the order. Trust me, I will bring you victory—"
The young man was taken aback, then nodded vigorously.
The silver elf commander watched Sanford's figure disappear in the woods, then turned his head and glanced at Brando with silver-gray eyes, and replied, "I can't tell, human beings, you are still very arrogant."
"It's self-confidence." Brando raised his head and seriously corrected: "Remember, this is not the battlefield of the battle of the saints. All of the tactics are eclipsed. Of course, maybe this continent will usher in that era again in the near future, but not now."
He raised his head, looked at the forest in the north, and replied word by word: "Now, here, I believe that no one has the ability to take victory away from me. I am with you as a senior group leader. Say these things, Commander, you can write it down."
The silver elf looked at him, then lowered his head and took off the helmet with the golden spire of flying wings. When he raised his head again, he showed a beautiful and indifferent face: "To be honest, I didn't understand." The other party replied.
"You said,'Perhaps this continent will usher in that era again in the near future.'" The silver elf turned his face to the side. The cold outline of his face was so beautiful that women would be jealous. He asked, "Yours. It means that the dragon of darkness will return to this continent again?"
"No, that's another matter."
"Are you so sure, human? Can you see through the future?" It was another cold question.
Brando suffocated, thinking how this guy catches bugs so badly, the game development team simply hires you to catch bugs. But he hesitated and said, "It's not a foresight, but a premonition. If you don't believe it, I will come back to this place to tell you what happened in the outside world and how-" he I don't know why I said this, but maybe some secrets have been held in my heart for too long.
This guy is just a ghost who can't leave here, he thought.
The silver elf froze for a moment, then smiled indifferently: "Naminis."
"Brando."
"Brando, then I will wait to see what you call a victory."
This bastard still doesn't believe it at all.
"Listen carefully," Brando replied gritted his teeth.