The Amber Sword

Chapter 17: Guard team

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Brando turned his head, letting the bone frame pass by himself. He almost forgot the skeleton in the meditation room, but now he is no longer what he used to be, and his hand is on the hilt of the sword—

The sword light flashed, and a bright white light appeared on the thorn sword of Zhanguang, and half of the skeleton's body had already flown into the air. Brando glanced at the skeleton that was gradually turning into ashes. The thorn of light was worthy of being a sword born in light, and it even had its own purifying effect.

A little golden light shot into his chest—

A weapon with a purification effect would do double damage to the undead. No wonder he felt that his sword had no sense of obstruction when it cut through the bone frame, as if a hot knife had cut the butter.

Artifact.

Brando had only such an evaluation of this sword at this moment, even if it was not a divine weapon, it was still the same in such an environment.

But he was more anxious about the safety of Freya and Essen. He immediately pushed away the collapsed bone frame and ran out. At this moment, the level 2 dexterity finally broke out. At this time, even if he was facing himself It turns out that the world-class athletes in the world may not be inferior in the slightest-even in the balance of explosive power will fully exceed.

With the support of the thorn of light and the ring behind the wind, his strength, physique and dexterity are completely broken. If Brando appears on the earth at this moment, there is only one explanation in the eyes of ordinary people-Superman, except that he can't fly.

Brando returned the same way. The twisty walkway in the darkness did not pose any obstacle to him. He jumped out of the collapsed wall of the shrine, and the strong breath of life on his body immediately attracted the attention of the wandering undead nearby. The two skeletons on the left and the right made a creaking sound, and walked towards him swayingly, but two silver sword lights were waiting for them.

Brando put two points of experience into his bag, and immediately raised his eyes to look towards the ranch, his pupils immediately shrank slightly-the direction was obviously already blazing, and a glow of fire almost dyed half of the night sky.

In his field of vision, hundreds of skeletons are slowly surrounding in that direction. He understands that these low-level undead will never act autonomously. This must indicate that the corpse witch behind has already noticed something—

"Freya, Essen!" Brando's heart sank, but he was about to rush over there when he heard a sharp, ghastly voice from behind:

"There are humans there, kill him!"

Brando turned his head and found that a corpse witch on the other side of the street was directing six skeleton soldiers in a row to slowly approach him.

The corpse witch raised the bone staff in his hand—

But Brando was faster than it, and his charge skills were activated in an instant, and he approached continuously like a burst of afterimages, "stop him!" The corpse witch was startled and screamed hysterically.

The leading skeleton soldier raised the sword, but it greeted the young man with a cold face. Brando suddenly flashed a sentence in his mind now, that sentence was so clear, as if it contained all the feelings of the original owner of the body:

"Madala bastards, now it's your turn to be unlucky—"

He didn't bother with skill at all, and directly fought with the wizard sword. When a long sound of metal pierced the eardrums, the steel long sword in the hands of the skeleton soldier bent backwards under the tremendous force, and then broke openly.

Brando moved forward, and the skeleton soldier was divided into four parts with the entire skeleton and sword behind him. At this moment, there was no barrier between him and the corpse witch.

The detestable undead opened his jaws dullly, leaving only stunned face on his dry face.

"This sword is for Brando."

He opened his mouth, and the sword pierced under the corpse witch's left rib and passed out between the third rib behind his back. The blade of Zhanguang's Thorns was filled with gloomy light, and Brando stared at the opponent's burning green eyes, and said. He swung his sword from front to back—

The soul fire in the eyes of the corpse witch flickered, and then dimmed in an instant. With a bang, it flew away from the arm holding the bone stick, and then burned into ashes by the fire of purification.

Three golden lights rose from the night sky and merged into the young man's chest.

He turned around, and the two skeleton soldiers had doubled from the left to the right. Brando raised his sword, and the arm of the first bone frame immediately went up to the sky, the sword turned again, and the skull fell down. He took advantage of the trend, and the spare ribs that had been overrun were immediately thrown towards his companion.

The skeleton soldier immediately swung his sword to block it, but its movement of raising the sword only stopped in half. A shining sword light had flown in from it and split it forever into two halves-with a'wow', Madara was the lowest. The metal armor ring on the body of the undead soldier was like a goddess scattered flowers on the ground.

Two points of golden light are fleeting.

Brando immediately muttered the attribute panel silently in his mind, and rows of ghost-like data immediately appeared on his retina. He chose one of them and said in his heart: "Occupation and experience—"

A piece of dark green data:

XP: 11 (civilian level 1: -, militia level 2, 6/10, mercenary level 1, 0/10)

He blocked the attack of the skeleton soldier on one side with a backhand sword, and said in his heart: "11 points of experience, raise the level of a mercenary."

The data changes immediately:

XP: 0 (civilian level 1: -, militia level 2, 6/10, mercenary level 2, 11/30)

Brando raised his sword and pushed the bone frame back with his strength. Then he glanced at his attributes, his strength and physique increased by 0.2 energy levels, and his dexterity and perception also increased by 0.1 energy levels. However, the key is still 25 points of skill experience, which alone is enough to make the militia career lose its value.

He took a breath.

Well, now he has 2.3 energy level strength, 2.1 energy level dexterity, 2.2 energy level physique, and absolute strength 8.0. Has fully exceeded the player's initial attributes, and began to move towards the first level of strength.

At this moment, Brando's heart suddenly became calm. He looked at the three skeleton soldiers in front of him as if looking at a piece of air.

Yes, he is back, finally—

Ten minutes is enough for a battle to dissipate. At the end of the street there is a sound of horseshoes coming from far and near, two horses.

Two young riders on the long street stepped out side by side on the horse. They stopped the horse and looked around. They looked at the remains of the bones in a place with some surprise, and they couldn't speak for a while.

"Zeta, have you seen it?"

"There is only one person, isn't it Ridenburg's garrison?"

"There is a corpse witch over there, and Martha is on it! Zeta, can you fight one against four?"

"No, I can't. This is a veteran." The thin young man riding a horse looked around silently, an expression of disbelief gradually appeared in him: "Lynes, here are six skeleton soldiers—"

Quiet all around.

"Seven?"

"Seven."

"We have to tell the deputy captain, what do you think this is? A regular army? Or a traveling knight?" The young man named Lions turned his head immediately and asked, staring at his companion.

"I can't guess, Lions, but I agree with you."

When Brando rushed to the ranch, it was already plunged into a sea of flames. The burning buildings formed a bright background. The sound of building collapsed not far away was occasionally heard-but he did not see the undead army chasing after him. The scene between Freya and Essen.

Instead, he saw many newly awakened skeletons fleeing hurriedly in the burning sea of fire. The bright flames are almost the natural enemies of these lower-level undead, making their faint soul fire tremble under the strong light, almost being purified into a pile of ashes.

This is not a blue fire. In the game, Madara's army will only use the cold soul fire. Brando immediately realized that the fire was not set by the undead. Is it Freya and Essen? He shook his head. He didn't think the two men were so decisive.

He turned his head keenly in one direction, just in time to see a group of skeleton soldiers chasing in a certain direction. He squinted his eyes, and clearly saw a layer of flickering black light from those bone shelves—the darkness was refined, and there was a corpse nearby

Brando immediately drew out the sword, and a gleam of light immediately appeared on the thorny sword of Zhanguang. As he walked in that direction, several reckless low-level skeletons passed him-soon our protagonist started with 7 points of experience.

But before the young man had time to approach, suddenly there was a loud noise from the corner ahead-countless bone fragments and metal armor rings flew out from that direction, and accompanied by two or three skeletons were lifted up and fell into the sky. In the distant sea of fire.

Brando was surprised—

This is the first level of power (3Oz ~ 20Oz), and he immediately realized it. Who is behind the sea of fire? Humanity? Ridenberg's regular army? But they didn't appear here in history.

He subconsciously assumed a defensive posture and raised his head, just in time to see a team of knights galloping out from behind the sea of flames. It was like a torrent, instantly swept out of the flames. The lead rider turned to him immediately, and he held up his sword—a row of riders behind him pulled the reins at the same time—and the whole team halted.

"Who are you—?" the rider asked coldly, listening to the voice of a young man. But the other party was startled immediately, Brando couldn't see the other party's expression, but he could feel that the person knew him. No, it should be said to know the original Brando.

Then he heard the whispers of the riders behind:

"I bet it's a militia."

"I know him."

"But you guessed it right, it's really just a militiaman."

Brando frowned slightly, and when his eyes gradually adjusted to the bright light, he finally saw the costumes of these people. Blue thick woolen coat, dragon scale breastplate, shiny white iron helmet and cavalry saber, and the silver and white colored epaulettes with black pine leaves—

Butcher's garrison.

"Brando, why are you here?" The lead rider asked in a condescending tone.

"I have the same problem." Brando found out the name of this person from his memory: Bresson, who is also a native of Braggs, was selected into the garrison because of his outstanding performance in the militia training, and then Send it to the border of Buche to exercise...

Of course, this is only a superficial problem. Because no matter how good Bresson is, it is impossible to surpass Brando, the number one in swordsmanship in the same period, but when a local chief's father speaks, the following story will naturally be much smoother.

He knew that the grievances between these two people, of course, could not be said to be grudges, at best they looked down upon each other.

Sure enough, Bresson immediately opened his mouth and said: "Militia, as the deputy captain of the Butcher Guard, I ask you to report to me immediately-why are you here?"

There was a snicker among the knights. They all knew that Brayson was just trying to make trouble for his fellow countryman. As for reporting or something, it was just an excuse.

Brando raised his head—