"Metisha." Brando made a gesture to the silver elf girl beside her.
The princess of the Hayalan Empire held up the silver helmet with wings in both hands, put it on firmly and turned on the horse, put down the face shield covering the upper half of her face with one hand, and replied crisply: "Yes!" Her snow-white chain mail The glove'Kaka' gripped the silver shuttle-like spear, and the tip of the gun stretched out into the sky. The pale cherry-colored lips on the half of the little face exposed under the mask tightened-the girl's aura became awe-inspiring in an instant.
The unicorn stomped, and it was also fully armored. The silver chain armor of the elves is exquisite and complicated in workmanship, but it has incredible protection against slashing and piercing damage. A layer of snow-white battle robe was draped outside, and the national emblem of the elven empire lily was painted on the battle robe. The same is true for Metisa. She is dressed in snow white, and her silver armor gleams with dazzling brilliance under her battle robe, so that people think it is the holy white knight in the fairy tale. Change.
"let's go!"
The girl nodded, and the unicorn began to accelerate as she sat down, and one person appeared on a trot all the way around the broken wall and appeared on an open road. In the past era, the silver elves were used to complete the rituals—the path for the noble priests to take the elves monks and the holy objects of the elves goddess Saya. Hundreds of years of time passed by, although the grass has flowed over the white marble used to pave the road in the past, history seems to be silently settled in this piece of land that cannot make any sound or words to describe everything that has been experienced in the past. In the ruins, the girl knight swept across the road, as if the elven ceremonial cavalry of the year passed this avenue again, conveying the will of the goddess with a solemn, low voice—
Silver Elf!
Conrad, who was far behind the lizardman, narrowed his eyes. He turned around and grabbed Yukhkiel's neckline, and roared, "You bastard, what did you do! That's the silver elf! Haya!" Lan’s silver elves! How did you provoke them!"
Yukhki was also taken aback. He has been here for several years to fight the King’s Cemetery of the Silver Elves. At first, he was cautious, for fear that the legendary elves who dared to sing hymns to charge against the phalanx of the Dark Legion of hundreds of thousands would one day kill the door. , But as the days went on, nothing happened. The hidden silver elves seemed to really abide by their promise and no longer appear on the mainland. What's more, the lizardman leader wondered if this haughty race had been extinct for some unknown reason.
The so-called Great Escape is probably nothing more than a lie.
But as it calmed down, its courage was getting bigger and bigger every day, and it was getting closer to the cemetery of the Elf King every day. The silver elves finally appeared again. Although Yukhkiel’s eyesight was not as good as Conrad, who possessed the strength of the gold rank, but the silver armor with white helmet and the armor leaf full of artistic atmosphere were as beautiful as It's a one-piece handicraft, except for the silver elves in the entire Vonde Continent-there is no longer such a brave warrior.
It took a breath of air and air, and then it was so called by Conrad's collar, "Donald, Nian, young man—that...that—look over there!"
Conard looked back—
When he turned his head, he happened to see Brando and Qian appear from one side to the other. They separated behind the elf knight, as if two flames of silver and red had burst. After the two flames separated, they paused for a while, and shot into the battlefield in a blink of an eye. The speed was so fast that they were almost impossible to catch—when Conrad locked onto them again, a silver sword and a crimson spear would have carried two billows. The head of a flying lizardman. "Damn..." Conard dropped Yukhkiel, his eyes were so harsh, he could tell at a glance that Medissa and Shee were better than him, and although the young man had only the first silver rank, he could still see the hand. Not a messy guy. Although he didn't know where these mighty enemies came from, he recognized the girl with red hair and ponytail-he killed Akane with his own hands that night, even though the dark priest used God's blood later. Forcibly rescued her, but shouldn't this woman become a divine envoy
But at this moment Conard let out a sigh of relief and calmed down instead. At least he had already determined that the Black Fire priest who succeeded in failing more than succeeded might be more ill-fortuned, and only uncertain things are worth fearing.
"Leave it to me over there. You'd better take your lair back before I solve the problem." He took a cold look at Yohkir next to him, then took off a pair of dark steel gloves and put them on. The lizardman bandit leader did not dare to respond. He knew that Conrad was on the verge of an outburst of anger at this time. If he was not careful, he might really kill him. He usually dared to confront the target at this time. I don't want to touch the mold.
But seeing Conrad turned around and wanted to leave, it stammered and asked: "Silver... Silver Elf?"
"Do it yourself."
Conard snorted without looking back. If the silver elf was really caused by this brainless lizard, he didn't need to go to the muddy water. Although the tree shepherd, as a huge organization, is not necessarily afraid of the Silver Elf Empire Hayalan—not to mention that the opponent has been hidden for so long, a race that has long been forgotten. But after all, it is the sacred warriors mentioned in the legend, and no one is willing to touch them if there is nothing wrong.
This stupid lizard is nothing more than a guy who can be abandoned at any time. In fact, he was more worried about how to explain the "sacrifice" of a lower-rank dark priest than the trouble of Yukhkiel. Compared to these brainless reptiles, the Black Fire Cultists have a much higher status among the tree shepherds. Although their leader, Gu Worm Lord Mayad, is only one of the twelve patriarchs, he is also the four giants. One of them, the power is extraordinary.
The deaths of those dozens of high-ranking believers can still be covered-after all, this time the action is not small, and the task even involves a grand prince of the kingdom. But something like the loss of the lower-ranked dark priests happened—at least it hadn’t happened in the organization for ten years, and Conrad got a headache when he thought of it.
He raised his head, his cold eyes fixed on Brando, Medissa and Qian. In his opinion, the only solution now is to find the heir of the Duke of Rune first and then look at it one step at a time.
…
"Drive these lizardmen from the central battlefield!" Brando slashed over a lizardmen warrior facing him with a sword, and then turned his head and shouted to Akane beside him. The red-haired girl nodded, her flaming pony tail flicked and turned around, and the halberd in her hand swept back-a bow-shaped lightning'Zila' swept out. The lizard people immediately retreated, retreating a little slower, and immediately turned into coke, and then blasted away into ashes.
"Good job!" the young man praised without hesitation.
Although the lizardman is only about level 20, it can't hold up the large number. His own men and Namenis have a total of 21 silver intermediate elven guards, and there are seventeen mercenaries from the upper and middle reaches of the black iron—but here is enough. There are five or six hundred lizardmen, not counting Conrad's more than one hundred dark mercenaries. If one swarms, the consequences can be imagined.
Therefore, he must try his best to reduce the lizardman's offensive surface, limitlessly reduce the opponent's advantage in numbers, and increase his own advantage in personal strength.
The method is simple-he, Medissa, and Akane firmly hold the center of the battlefield.
It's just that Brando didn't expect that he had not had time to explain his thoughts. The red-haired girl seemed to be connected with him, already understood what he meant. Such a tactical vision is not like being cultivated by a mercenary group. However, his compliment made Akane turned her head and glanced at him questioningly, "Why praise me?" The red-haired girl asked, "Want to please me?"
"Huh-did a good job, do you need other reasons?"
Brando grabbed a spear stabbed by a lizardman and chopped it over with a backhand sword. Then he took a breath and replied.
"It's up to you." Qian glanced at him, then turned around. She used to fight for the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps. She has no relatives, and everyone in the regiment is her relative. She wants to guard her home, but now the home is gone, and all that is left is hatred. She always likes to do more and less talk. She is a little taciturn girl. She only knew that she should have done this, praised, as if she had never done so.
Because everyone's eyes were on Eco, the leader, or everyone else. Even her is the same.
But Brando's ideas are different from hers, he doesn't like to think about too complicated things. He only knows that Qian now has the strength of the gold rank, and that the gray wolf mercenary group that she used to have a foothold no longer exists. Since she has the opportunity to not take the opportunity to draw the opponent into her camp, it is really a fool. He has his own bottom line on certain things, but he is not a pedantic person.
Moreover, by coincidence, his subordinates Akane, Medissa and even himself have mastered the means of long-range attacks before the elements of civilization. Therefore, although the three of them are silver, gold, and gold, they are integrated to kill on the battlefield. The force is terribly large. Fortunately, Qian, all of his skills were acquired through resonance with the elements of the Thunder Spear, and going back and forth was actually a Thunder Arrow Slash. As an elf princess, Metisa would only practice the basic sword skills of the elf holy land before she became an adult, but after being ghostly knighted, she learned the charge, the spear of the spirit, and the attack of a thousand troops. It is simply a mobile world. cannon. He himself is even more perverted. Although he is only the silver elementary level, the combat skills in his hand are estimated to make anyone vomit blood-charge, power burst, white crow swordsmanship, frontal breakthrough, which is not the dream skill of the warrior profession.
Not to mention the conflict halo attached to the badge, and the fireball technique of the wind bullet and flame ring that comes with the Ring of Queen of the Wind. At his level, Brando can no longer imagine a stronger treatment. After all, no matter how good the equipment is, there is still a limitation of will. He thinks that those RMB fighters back then were nothing more than that.
With such three people on the field, the combat effectiveness of their own side has been improved thousands of times. What's more, the luckiest thing is that whether it is Metis or Akane, although strong, in fact, they are just little girls who have not been involved in the world. And Brando went around to pull the famous players around in order to form a team. He had already practiced a three-inch tongue and tricked the two little girls-oh, no! It should be said that it is really a simple problem for him to win into his camp.
But compared to this, what makes him more puzzled now is-he has already taken a posture here, and his tactical intentions are already clear. Why is that Conrad still reluctant to show up? You must know that at this time the lizardmen army has been forced to the sides by the three of them, so that with the strong personal strength of the silver elves, they can completely guard the narrow openings on both sides, and even replace them with mercenaries to maintain their physical strength.
The other party shouldn't look | through this.
But what is going on
He raised his head, looked around, and wondered whether the other party had already found out that he was not Eco, so he gave up? Or is there another conspiracy? However, this question was quickly answered. Just as he and Akane were repelling the lizardmen who had attacked the fifth wave, they suddenly heard Medissa shouting to them from the left wing:
"careful!"
A strong wind came from behind.
Hell, the enemy is underground!