The four-headed dragon hunting walked through the darkness, and the faint shadows crossed the valley like running water, and the lead rider raised his hand high. The knights stopped after a sudden stop, turned around neatly, and then rolled over and dismounted one after another. Brando was pressing the hilt of the sword with one hand, his thigh crossed the saddle made of leather, and when he landed on one foot, he heard Roman on one side swaying on the back of the dragon hunter and complaining to him:
"Brando, it's so uncomfortable to ride this thing—" the merchant girl said with one hand on her neck and frowned: "It's not irritating at all."
Brando smiled, and walked over to help this young lady get off the back of the hunting dragon, thinking that there shouldn't be a promise that would interest you—how can'our Lord Roman' follow me obediently; the hunting dragon is tied as two legs For reptiles, the spine will twist in an'S' shape when moving forward. It is strange that the rider riding on it will be better if he has not undergone special training. Otherwise, he would waste dozens of points of experience, learning this technique from the lizardman captives.
He had been fooled in the game in the past, how could he step into the same pit again? However, the young man saw his female partner's complexion not very good, and he was a little bit intolerable, and gently replied: "You go and rest." Anyway, Roman couldn't get involved in the next battle.
"Then I'll go to sleep—" Roman jumped off his arm and blinked at him: "I will pray for you, Brando."
"In a dream?" Brando asked grimly.
"Well, in a dream." The girl nodded earnestly, her bright eyes narrowed into an arc with a smile, she looked at him as if she had won a small victory, turned and ran away-and walked away from the forest. Rubis came out and passed by. Brando also smiled in his heart. What he likes is the businessman girl who can maintain an optimistic attitude no matter what kind of adversity he is in. At that time in Buche, Roman’s first move was deeply Attracted him.
It is undeniable that he inherited Brando's feelings, but this businessman girl conquered him as a modern person.
He took a breath, and the cold air in the night immediately seeped into his lungs, and his slightly hot mind gradually calmed down. The young man saw the tiger bird from the mercenary who came up again. He was taken aback, and immediately made a'go back' gesture to the experienced mercenary captain: "Go back and prepare. The enemy is less than five miles away from us. ! Speed, more than two hundred lizards, I want this experience to be kept alive. "Brando doesn't like to talk too much nonsense before the war starts. I have already made it clear. This is just a small one. Just an ambush.
Compared with the past in the game, even a slightly larger team activity can not match.
"Experience?" When Sanford turned over from Dragon Hunter's back in a daze, he only caught this vocabulary that he didn't understand. Huque glanced at the young man and curled his lips. In fact, he was already offended by the strange words that popped up from time to time among his lord's large population. Not only him, but also some people who have been with Brando for a while. Get used to it, and also learned a lot.
"I mean the enemy." Brando changed his words solemnly.
The silver elf commander glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth curled imperceptibly.
Brando's order was quickly implemented—
When the group returned to the forest on the hillside, the young man began to deploy tactics. Faced with cluster enemies in their early twenties, Brando still decided to adopt their most common method in the past games-divide and conquer. He hides among the woodland with the tiger bird and the silver elf commander, looking down at the silver elf guard and the mercenaries to enter the predetermined positions in turn-as the most professional warrior from the battle of the saints, the armors of the elf are used for the reason Experienced elven craftsmen have done a matte treatment, but they don't worry about reflections in the moonlight. The mercenaries are mostly wearing light leather armor, even the lock armor is painted black, let alone this worry.
The elves squatted down behind the bushes, pressing their double-headed swords with one hand, and out of the same concern, the swords were also buried with dead leaves. And about thirty feet behind them, the mercenaries nervously leveled the short bow or crossbow in their hands, and did not dare to take a breath. In fact, Brando didn't want any casualties in this battle, so he let the Elf Guards act as the melee striker, while the mercenaries were only responsible for long-range suppression and killing.
His subconsciously in order to reduce the loss of units, fell in the eyes of the newly joined Gray Wolf mercenaries, and became a sympathetic performance of his subordinates. Although the "Maned Wolf" Macaro in the past can also bring them victory again and again, as a commander of noble origin, their common problem is to regard the number of casualties of their subordinates as just a number. In Warnd, whose productivity far exceeds that of the earth's medieval era, the abundant population makes manpower a consumption figure in the eyes of commanders in wars.
However, Brando was born in the game. As a player, each of their NPC deployments are exchanged for real money, and some are obtained from special missions; it can be said that each is hard-won, naturally Reluctant to consume it like cannon fodder.
Of course, Brando didn't realize that his subconscious action had already mobilized the loyalty of the gray wolf mercenaries who had joined him. He just took out his pocket watch from his arms and slightly estimated the time:
There is at most one hour left.
He breathed out softly, shaking his body to make himself warmer in the cold forest before dawn. But I couldn’t help feeling a little bit funny in my heart. It was just small battles. I actually got a little nervous. Since he joined Grace’s Guild of God’s Forces to fight against Madara, that time was not a command of three or four. This group, what kind of big scene has you not seen? Even before he traveled to this world, he was still laughing at the shrunk novices, but he didn't expect that one day he would behave like a recruit who participated in the battle for the first time.
But I think so, but when I look through the woodland covered with gray-white moonlight, I still can't help but feel a little blood accelerating. This is indeed not his first battle in this world, but how long hasn't he been hiding in a forest all night, just to wait for the enemy/hostile guild members to pass by.
He watched the dark green numbers projected on his retina constantly change. He knew that thing. In the past games, they called it a distance plug-in. It was used to calculate the penalty value of casting and shooting distance, but it seemed so unreal at this moment. Brando was taken aback, and simply called out his attributes to familiarize himself:
Strength 19.4 (+0.1), Dexterity 10.9 (+1.1), Constitution 21.2 (+2), Intelligence 1.1, Will 3.6 (+1), Wisdom 3.9.
(*The attribute source of equipment or other ways in brackets has been included in the total attribute—)
The attributes are already infinitely close to the silver strength, as long as one level up, Brando is sure that he can enter that realm. But compared to his basic attributes, his skills are obviously stronger. The circumstances in this life are simply better than those in the previous life. The white crow swordsmanship and power burst can be said to be one of the most advanced skills in the early stage of the battle system. one. Now Brando can't imagine how he survived only relying on a few basic skills when he was more than 20 levels in his last life. Knowing that at this moment, with his experience and skills, it is almost easy to fight against enemies of the same level. He has estimated his true strength, even if he does not rely on those experience skills, he can reach the level of the silver downstream close to the midstream. Of course, if you use his experience in the past games, it will be impossible to measure. Facing different enemies-he may even be able to defeat the golden level, but for those particularly tricky, sometimes the experience and skills are of no use. .
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and asked: "Your combat skills come from the Holy Land, right?"
The silver elf commander was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at him with some caution.
"Don't worry, I know your rules. I'm not interested in your elven combat skills. I just ask casually." Brando thought I was of course interested, but I didn't have enough reputation.
"Even if I tell you, you can't learn it. The silver elves' fighting skills are tailor-made by my people, humans." The silver elves looked back indifferently.
Brando contempted the other person in his heart, thinking that the guy who seemed to be as cold as an iceberg would also speak lie politely. If he doesn't know it, it's fine. Unfortunately, the silver elf commander probably doesn't know. He has learned silver elf combat skills before, and there are more than one. But of course the young man would not say it, just smiled: "Don't say it so unfeeling, you call that Menis, right? You have experienced the war of the saints?"
The silver elf glanced at him, not understanding how the topic had changed, but nodded.
"Then have you learned dark combat skills?"
"No." Namenis replied categorically, and gave Brando a cold glance, his lips moved but still endured it. In fact, there is only one type of silver elves who have learned dark combat skills, and that is the dark elves legion that has been invested in the dark dragon. But although he thinks Brando is deliberately sarcastic, the silver elves commander thought for a moment. Tell yourself that the other party was unintentional.
Few people in this era should understand some of the secrets of that era.
But Naminiz didn't know that Brando was one of these few people. Although he himself didn't know his current state, he still wasn't considered a'human'. After all, there are no two souls in a person's body, and some strange numbers will appear on the retina. Na Menis was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Do you really want to learn things, humans?"
This time it was Brando's turn to be in a daze. He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer. Do you really want to teach? Are you playing with me
Brando clearly remembers that the reputation of the silver elves is the most difficult to rush—