"The arrow of magic!"
Brando gritted his teeth, and let the flame rub against his chest—the skin there immediately stung like a fire. The young man knew that it was the pain caused by the erosion of dark elements, but In any case, it is easier than breaking two ribs. He sighed secretly, forgetting that the dark priest's camouflage casting skills were extremely high. In the past games, this game was to let the knights, judges, and other meat-shield professions to resist, but Brando believed his reaction, and he did not let him down. Come down and eat a set of spell combo; although it won't be killed|killed, but definitely don't think about it in a day or two.
The most important thing is that if you have such a chance to eat alone in the future, you will probably be stopped by Huque and others.
Fortunately, almost as expected. Since the dark priest's strategy did not work, then it was his turn to counterattack next. Brando's figure flashed, and he had already circled behind this guy.
Another sword—
The dark priest of the Black Fire Surely waved his hand back, and the black light shield that was in front of him immediately went around a half circle to face Brando's sword. At the same time, another appeared in his left hand. Group of black flames. Brando snorted coldly, thinking that you are still here-the lower dark priest's "Shield of Light" is only 10 points of hardness, and the sword he just now has been destroyed by at least 1/3-but this guy seems to really think He needs at least three swords to break through this magic line of defense.
He wasn't impatient, so he jumped back and let go of the second magical arrow thrown by the opponent. At this moment, the two rounds of fighting between the two were no more than a blink of an eye. At the same time, the lizardman warriors on the periphery didn't realize that they had lost Brando until this moment. They were taken aback and turned around one after another. But the first thing they saw was this scene:
The young man stepped back slightly, and after avoiding a black flame, he immediately attacked again—
His sword is glowing.
At the moment when Brando retreated, he had already called up the attribute panel and easily upgraded the newly acquired skill to level 5. After the "frontal breakthrough" reaches level five, the weakening immunity has been increased to 10. In fact, this skill is the nemesis of all heavy armored warriors and enchantment wizards, not to mention the "light shield of a small dark element". '-After the sword began to vibrate at a high frequency, the blade's edge refracted the moonlight, and it looked like it was coated with a layer of fluorescence from a distance.
Sword forward.
The power exploded and the frontal breakthrough, Brando felt as if half of his body's power was swung out with this sword.
But the result did not disappoint him. The dark priest almost couldn't believe he watched his "shield of light" turned into a black fragment, and the unpretentious-looking sword cut into him like that. Abdomen. Brando immediately released his sword, and his whole body had flashed behind this guy. As soon as his front foot moved, the dark priest screamed—eye sockets, nostrils, mouth and wounds ejected a large amount of black flames in front of him, this flame But the flames of the arrow of magic power were much more gorgeous, at least ten times more than that, even if Brando stood behind the dark priest, he could feel the tingling of the dark elements in the space that caused his skin.
Burning half of the life value to activate the elements, instantaneously, this is the last means of self-preservation for each element. It's just that only the dark priest of the Black Fire Cult is so crazy, knowing that he has lost more than half of his life, he dares to cast this spell and want to die with him. If Brando hadn't suffered the same loss before, it is estimated that he would have been recruited with one step of attention just now, even if he was immortal, he would have to peel off his skin in the end.
But in any case, his reasonably well-made white long sword is considered to be reimbursed. Unless it is a magic item, few things can survive the transpiration of the elements-Brando is not sure that the sword will be returned. He didn't plan to see how many remains could be left anyway.
He turned his head and smiled at the lizardmen who were about to surround him.
Brando thought that this smile was amiable, but it looked like a devil to the lizard people. How strong the dark priests are, they have seen them just now, but they were killed by this young man in the blink of an eye-they are just a few small people, what else can they do? These lizardmen warriors couldn't help but glance at each other, and then simply turned around and ran. As a mob of bandits, this behavior was in line with their nature.
From their point of view, about the only thing to be thankful for is that the young man doesn't seem to be going after them.
Of course, what they don't know is that Brando will be in a state of disengagement. In the last blow, he used both power burst and frontal breakthrough techniques. It is important to know that the consumption of skills is multiplication rather than addition. That is to say, the sword just now consumed fifteen times of the normal state in an instant. physical strength. Although he wouldn't be able to drain all his stamina with a single sword, it was normal to lose his strength for a while after a huge consumption.
Anyway, the battle is coming to an end—
He retrieved the experience first, and killing the dark priest gave him a full 4200 experience. Although he has just upgraded, his experience has now become 5645/13600, and this number is still changing rapidly—he raised his head, and the silver elf guards have completely separated the lizardmen on both sides and separated them. Catch up on small slopes with complex terrain. When the dark priest was killed, the lizardmen could hardly organize a counterattack. They began to retreat and were able to maintain their formation at the beginning, but gradually evolved into a debacle.
The rest seems to be harvesting experience.
Brando simply sat down next to the dark priest's corpse, and didn't move the opponent's things. He knew the extent of his black hands, and thought he would wait for the elemental sisters to come. He took out the fluorescent crystal from his arms, ignited it, and threw it out. This was a signal. Now it is no longer necessary for the mercenaries to continue to support with long-range strikes. Let them get down first. But this period of waiting time made him a bit boring. Brando looked at his attributes under the boredom, his strength and physique had reached more than 25 energy levels, and his dexterity had also increased by 3 energy levels. He couldn't help holding it. I shook my right hand—saying to myself in my heart, this is the power of silver.
Although still inferior.
But in terms of actual combat effectiveness, it is already close to the upper ranks.
"It's only been two months, do you believe it, Brando. You have gone from being an incompetent militia to a quasi knight with silver strength. The garrison you once yearned for now doesn't seem to be a big deal, believe me , We still have a long way to go—" Brando couldn't help but smile, pressing one hand on his chest, and said to himself in his heart. He was a little bit emotional, he knew that this emotion came from his side of the world.
Because to Sophie, level 25 is really nothing.
He raised his head and saw that the mercenaries had gradually come out of the forest. The gray wolf mercenaries among them are obviously more excited, because compared to Tiger Sparrow and others, their knowledge of the Lord Lord is still very shallow, although Brando said that they will bring them victory, but when the victory is really achieved They discovered that this battle was so easy-zero casualties!
Even if there are more than 20 gold-level elven warriors as allies, but after all, there are more than 30 people facing each other with a team of more than 200 people, and there are also black fire cultists, who are also silver-powered. The devil and the dark priest who had brought them a nightmare experience.
So that Sanford was a little agitated even when he ran to Brando, he couldn't help but asked impolitely: "Lord Lord, did you break through?"
Brando nodded.
"Twenty-year-old silver rank strength," Sandford and the other gray wolf mercenaries looked at each other, and couldn't help but sighed: "It's lucky, we have the honor to witness the birth of two geniuses."
"two?"
"There is another member who was once in our regiment, and his name is Eco."
"So it was him." Brando raised an eyebrow. But now he didn't care about this issue. His eyes patrolled among the mercenaries, and finally fell on the two wild elf sisters who were walking in the back. He immediately beckoned over there, "Come on, Red Hand and Soft Girl, come and help me drive the corpse!"
This sentence surprised everyone present—
Everyone followed Brando's gaze, hesitated for a long time, and finally fell on the sister of the pair of wild elves elemental envoys. The girl was taken aback for a moment. She looked at the other people, and then hesitantly pointed her finger at herself and asked, "Me?"
"Of course, didn't I say that?" Brando pointed to the corpse of the dark priest behind him, and replied: "You come to open the corpse... No, I mean to tidy up the spoils."
The pretty brows of the wild elf girl wrinkled, she couldn't help biting her lip, staring at Brando fiercely, and said, "My lord, my name is Flor, not something red... Red-hand soft girl!" She almost bit her tongue in an elf language before finally uttering this sentence, and then looked at Brando coldly, thinking that this guy was always making trouble for her.
Brando coughed and explained without changing his face: "Well, Flor, in fact,'Red Hand Soft Girl' is a compliment in our hometown."
But he immediately saw the other person looking at him suspiciously.
"Lord Lord, I also go to Karasu, but the locals don't seem to have such a saying..." Sanford also reminded in a low voice.
"No, this is just black words between wizards." Brando reacted quickly.
"what does that mean?"
"It means that a person is lucky, soft, and a girl."
Although I don't understand what it means to be soft, the sister of the two sisters still understands the meaning of one girl. She couldn't help but glanced at this own lord, secretly disdainful, thinking that human beings are indeed some frivolous guys. But considering the relationship between herself, especially her younger sister, and the other party, Flor did not look at Brando anyhow, she nodded and decided to do what she said.
But at this time, almost everyone heard a series of dull noises coming from the east of the valley. The sound was a low rumbling rumbling at first, and then gradually turned into a crisp sound of something cracking from the inside. The continuous rumbling seemed to be coming from the ground, making the ground where everyone stood shuddering.
Brando saw that the stones on the ground seemed to come alive-or danced as if they had been infused with magical power. He first glanced at his feet subconsciously. But he suddenly reacted. How could this sound be so familiar? It sounded like the crackling sound caused by the disintegrating crystal that appeared in the early stage of the Second Black Rose War. Speaking of it, in the past, he hadn't heard such a similar sound in at least decades in games, and it was really familiar...
But wait!
Brando's complexion suddenly changed, he immediately turned his head, and he saw that the cliffs on the east side of the valley were disintegrating in a rising cloud of smoke.
Everyone fell into the same sluggish state—
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