"Ah!" the girl beside Ke Wen whispered.
But on the other side, a gleam of doubt flashed in Qian's eyes.
The old swordsman did not retreat but moved forward. He raised his sword in his right hand for the first time to face Evarian's huge warhammer. The sharp sound of'ding' pierced the entire arena, and everyone couldn't help subconsciously closing their eyes and covering their ears.
But the next moment, the teenagers in the cage were surprised to find that Kuran swept away the warhammer in Evarian's hand with a sword.
There is only one thought in everyone's mind: this is impossible!
Brando's heart was throbbing hard, he had expected Kuran to hide his power all the time, just waiting for the final blow. But what really surprised him was that when the old man made a backhand blow, only he and Metissa could see the blue light flashing on each other's right index finger.
Wind bomb!
Brando subconsciously glanced at the same ring on his right index finger. Although the fakes of the ring after the wind are all over Vaughan, this is too coincidental, isn't it
He lost his senses and missed the scene where Kuran quickly stepped forward and lifted Evarian's helmet and pierced into the opponent's throat. When he recovered, the corpse of the dwarf lord had turned into white light and disappeared. But the old man was uncomfortable. His eager sword sent him a punch in the chest. Evarian's hand armor was covered with metal spikes. The punch not only penetrated into and injured the lung lobes, but also He was beaten to blood on his chest.
But what was really terrible was physical exhaustion. After the old man won the victory, he was completely unable to support it. He supported it on the ground with a sword and took a long breath before he recovered.
Then Kuran pointed to the outside, and opened the door in one of the cages that held the teenagers.
"Come out, Joka, why are you here?" the old man gasped and asked.
"Captain Kuran?"
The teenagers were stunned. They were at a loss for a while, wondering why Kuran would save them first? But they didn't know that the guard captain was not in the same group as Brando.
The old man coughed. He was seriously injured. He would have died on ordinary people long ago. But he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, it was all blood, but he didn't care.
"Okay, stay here." He waved his hand to the teenagers: "What does this matter have to do with you, I will ask you later."
Joka and Mahelton were dumbfounded. Although Kuran rescued them, they were caught in two batches. Now Ke Wen and a few other companions are still locked in cages-but it seems that Kuran rescued them just to understand why the whole thing happened, and the elderly guard captain doesn't seem to be planning to take another challenge anymore. .
In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that the old man would not be able to continue fighting.
Even though Maher and Ke Wen often satirize each other, these teenagers have deep feelings for each other. It is a bit difficult for them to accept that they should just give up their companions.
What if it is difficult to accept? They can do nothing but stand there in a loss.
"You go first, Joka." There was not much panic on the thin boy's face, but he said to his companion.
"Kewen."
"As much as I can walk, I will figure out the rest for myself."
"What way?" Joka asked.
"I don't know." Ke Wen answered truthfully.
But Kuran didn't care what these teenagers were talking about. He knew Joka and Maher just because they were familiar. But in his eyes, this was just a group of gangsters in Shavlund, who really didn't see him.
"Mortal, do you want to continue to challenge?"
A huge and majestic voice billowed over the arena—
"Do not!"
The old man refused the next challenge. He limped to the side of the arena, and at the same time said loudly to Brando, "How about the Tobbs kid?"
Brando looked this way and shrugged.
But the old man walked over and threw the sword in his hand to Brando: "Next, I will lend you this sword-it's up to you next. Let me see if that old stubborn descendant has grown!"
Then he looked up and down Brando: "Are you his son?" He shook his head, "Not very much, it's a grandson? But you are only in your early twenties, and you have actually entered the golden realm. At this point, it’s as good as that guy—"
"There is no dog in the general door." Kuran shook his head, as if lamenting that he has no descendants.
Brando almost shook his hand and threw the sword that he had just caught when he heard this. What does it mean, "You have entered the golden realm. From this point of view, it is no different from your grandfather-"He never knew. My grandfather is a golden swordsman—no, wait!
It should be said that according to the other party's words, I am afraid it is far more than just the gold level! He knows his own affairs. In just half a year, he entered the gold from the white position. That was the reason for the plug-in, but if the grandfather entered the gold at the age of twenty, he must at least be an apocalypse!
Brando patted his forehead, this information made him a little unacceptable. In his memory of this world, his grandfather's generation moved to Braggs from a foreign city with his family. As for where he came from, he didn't know, and Brando hadn't asked.
I only know that my grandfather bought a piece of land in Bouche with the money he brought, and then built a mill on the outskirts of Braggs. Although he had no background, his life was not too tight.
Otherwise, a young man like Brando would either go to the field or become an apprentice at this age, and it would be impossible to travel to Buche to live alone.
Now that I think about it, my grandmother is indeed not like a girl in ordinary people, because my grandmother not only knows how to read, but also understands many things. And the mother is from Cadi Lei, born in a local noble family, the identity is even more prominent—
To be honest, Brando didn't have to wonder why a noble's daughter would marry her father. You must know that no matter how rich a miller is, the gulf of blood and identity is generally insurmountable.
Brando thought about it this way, and suddenly found that the soul in his body seemed to have never really understood his family and origin.
He pressed down on the doubts in his heart, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you know him?"
"After dealing with him for a while, the old man is stubborn," the old man replied: "Back then, I was just a young man about the same age as you. I came out of the countryside in Togge, saying that I was a knight, but I was actually just a wild boy. But your grandfather graduated from the Academy of Noble Non-commissioned Officers, and he was born in a regular academic class. He is not afraid of jokes. At that time, I was his subordinate for a period of time—"
He wanted to continue, but at this time a loud voice over the arena interrupted the conversation between the two:
"The next challenger!"
Kuran raised his head and glanced at the sky above the arena.
Brando also put his mind back, a person may encounter all kinds of people in his life, but often only a few people will leave an impression in your heart after a few decades, often through a subtle connection Will remember. He guessed that the relationship between this might not be as simple as Kuran said, not to mention that he looked at his right index finger, the two identical rings made him more suspicious.
At the beginning, he was puzzled in Boucher that the fake of the ring after the wind would not fall into the hands of an ordinary miller, and he later asked the lame about the ring, and the latter had a weird attitude. Also called him suspicious.
It's just that this suspicion was put on hold, but today it reappeared in front of him through the old man's reminder.
He looked at Kuran and thought that as long as the old man was still in his hands, he would have a chance to understand all this. It seems that I—or I should say Brando’s grandfather is really not a simple person.
Then Brando and Medissa looked at each other, and he said in his heart: "Go on."
The little silver elf princess replied in her heart: "Yes, Lord Lord."
The two of them then walked side by side on the field. With this walk, the whole arena fell silent.
Two people? Those teenagers were okay, but Uta and Kuran stayed at once, but they knew that Brando and Medissa were at least gold and above, which was not in compliance at all.
"You two?" The old man hurriedly stopped them from behind.
Brando did not answer.
And Medissa naturally wouldn't say a word, but followed the young man slowly to the center of the venue. After the two stood still, they waited there quietly.
But Kuran was only slightly startled to guess the origin of the little silver elf princess. He suddenly remembered that the elemental power that Metissa had shown when fighting him was clearly the'soul'.
However, there is only one type of existence in this world that uses soul as an elemental force, and that is the undead of Madara.
Undead!
The old man suddenly realized that it is no wonder that Medissa was so careless during the landslide, because the undead had no fear at all. But why this young man would have undead followers around him? The first thing he thought of was a necromancer, but this was obviously incorrect.
First of all, a golden necromancer said nothing to summon an undead of the same strength. Secondly, there was no purple or cyan light in Brando's eyes that represented the fire of the soul.
Kuran suddenly took a breath, "Heroic!" He immediately guessed whether Brando would be a trainee Flame Knight in the temple
The Flame Knight is the strongest combat power in the Temple of Flame. It belongs to the eleventh level. Every Flame Knight is accompanied by the soul of an ancient hero from the War of the Saints. These heroes have been followed The knights of the Flame King Gilt—The Poem of Blue records that the Flame King Gilt has 232 knights, so the rank of the Flame King's knights has never exceeded two hundred.
But he immediately shook his head. There was no silver elf among the knights following Gilt, Lord of Flames.
The old man is wondering, and the teenagers on the side of the arena are also whispering:
"It's over." Joka couldn't help sighing as soon as Brando and Medissa entered the arena.
"Can you say a few words of frustration, what's over, hasn't this been started yet?" Although he is not sure whether the other party will save Ke Wen, Maher wrinkled unhappily when he heard what his companion said. Frowned.
"Have you forgotten?" Joka turned around and said, "If you exceed that black iron level, you can't play with two players. What does this mean?"
Mahlton was suffocated, which of course shows that Brando is actually a guy with little strength! They couldn't help but cast their gazes at Ke Wen in the cage. There was no expression on the face of the thin young boy, but the girl beside him looked sad.
"Damn it, I didn't expect this guy to be an embroidered pillow!" Mahelton said angrily, "I don't think it works. I thought he was so good!"
"Don't you keep saying that he is not good, Maher?" some of the teenagers whispered.
But of course this sentence resulted in the big boy staring fiercely.