Brando saw the riders bring the people who wanted to see him in the open field among the golden fir forests bathed in the sun after noon. No, not one, but a group. He slid down the hillside densely covered with fir trees along with the mercenaries who led the way. As soon as he walked out of the woods, he saw about a dozen haggard-looking people scattered in the forest clearing-two or three of them were carrying horses. , Some were bandaged, most of them wore thick leather armor or tight chain armor, and a colorful painted small round shield and long sword hung on the belt—it looked like a mercenary like Mano and others.
Standing with Ulliel not far away was their leader. Brando has to admit that he rarely sees such a burly person in the south of the Golan-Elsen province. It must be an Anlek from the north, or at least of this descent—the other person has a striking face. She has a brown-red beard, a square face, and a sword mark on the corner of her eyebrows. He was wearing a shirt with an open chest, his sleeves rolled above his elbows, revealing the knotted muscles underneath.
This person must be quite confident in his own strength, otherwise he would not just wear a simple leather shoulder pad, and there was no protective gear all over his body. His weapon is a string of hand axes hung on his belt. This is also a weapon commonly used by Anlek's local fighters. Not only can it be used in close combat, but it can also be thrown out to kill unsuspecting people at any time.
When this berserker-like man saw Brando, he took off his hat respectfully and lowered his head: "Honorable knight, hello, I only pay tribute to you on behalf of the Red Jackal mercenary. I am their leader. Bartom."
Bartom means'red, scarlet' in the Anlek language, and Brando further confirmed his origin. He put his hand on the sword, nodded without a trace, looked at each other, and waited for him to express his intention.
Brando’s identity at the moment is the noble knight handed down among the refugees. It is good for him to maintain this identity at this time-so Brando will neither admit it nor oppose it. On the contrary, he has to show a kind of letting people. A playful attitude, this sense of mystery helps him establish prestige among these people.
Brando didn't make a statement, but Bartom felt tangled. He asked cautiously: "Master knight, are you trying to take these refugees out of the pursuit of the Madara army?"
Brando glanced at him and nodded.
"Then dare to ask, are you still short of manpower?"
"Why, do you want to join us?" Brando was taken aback, and immediately realized that these mercenaries might have retreated from the Jianshi River Valley. These are people who are tired of horses and need someone to provide them with shelter.
In that case, the battle between the Whitemane Swordsmen and the "Dead Maggot" Margus has come to an end. Looking at this situation, Luc Besson should have been defeated.
Brando raised his head and looked through the layers of fir forest in front of him and fell onto the rolling hills outside. The refugees and the soldiers of the Whitemane Swordsman regiment who wanted to rout would probably arrive here, and the scale of the refugees would expand again.
Seeing the young nobleman pressing the hilt with one hand and staring at the front in a daze, Battom couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. He hurriedly nodded and replied: "Yes, Lord Knight, we only need a little bit of food and medicinal materials, and take a rest, and we can fight for you again."
"What's the situation before?" Brando asked suddenly.
Bartom was taken aback.
"I mean, how many Madara's undead armies are there in the Sharp Stone River Valley."
"Uncountable, my lord. The skeletal cavalry of the brigade has been chasing from the end at night, driving the refugees forward. The bastard of Luc Besson did not resist at all. He was chased all the way, and then encountered the monsters of the brigade. The ambush, almost the entire army was wiped out—"
Brando is not surprised by Luc Besson's performance.'Tiger' Luc Besson is indeed one of the best in the Whitemane Legion, but he can't escape this historical limitation. Failure is inevitable.
Brigade of Skeleton Cavalry, Kabais and the dead maggots are united? He suddenly thought of this question: "Brigade monsters? What kind of monsters?"
"They are about the height of a human being, with a smooth skin, a blue-black body, a long iron claw cover, and a stench. They jumped out of the rocks around the river valley and attacked us. We were caught off guard. Less than two or three out of ten people survived."
Ghoul, just don't know if there is a ghoul. Brando said nothing. What worries him most is the ghouls. These undead creatures come from the black frontier area. In Madara’s military sequence, they are one level higher than the skeleton cavalry and one level lower than the black warrior and the pale knight. , But it is the highest first-tier arms that Madara's low-tier arms can gather on a large scale in this era—
He wondered how many ghouls Margus had in the hands of the "Dead Maggot"? one hundred? two hundred? Ghouls are creatures of level 20, each with the strength of the Black Iron Downstream. It is only natural that the Whitemane Swordsmen group was defeated by them in a sudden attack.
"Master Cavaliers?" Bartom looked at Brando silently, a little confused.
Brando nodded: "If you want to join my team, you have to abide by my rules. I mean that I am hiring you. In addition to the reward, I will give you a place to rest. You follow him, he I will give you some food, herbs and bandages. After you rest, you will be ready to fight at any time."
As he said, he patted the mercenary next to him on the shoulder: "Take them over."
"Thank you for your generosity, Master Cavaliers." Bartom hurriedly bowed deeply. Brando's conditions have greatly exceeded his expectations. He has been to many places, but has never seen it. Such a generous nobleman.
But the rider who followed him asked, "How about you, sir?"
"You go back first, and let me be alone." Brando looked at the surrounding environment and felt that it was in line with his needs, so he replied.
Brando certainly didn't want to be alone for a while, but to complete an alchemy. Alchemy is not a mysterious skill in Vonde. The civilization of magic determines that many workshop craftsmen are more or less skilled in alchemy. But to raise it to the art of magic, it requires deep knowledge and long-term accumulation.
In the language of the game, the skill of alchemy is two skills before and after level 5. Before level 5, it looks more like chemistry. Craftsmen use this skill to obtain some different materials.
After level 5, it becomes a mysterious art. Wizards use high-level alchemy to extract pure crystals and magic materials, and even make magic potions and some natural magic items.
Combining it with the skills of forging, crafting, and enchanting is the legendary magical equipment making skills.
There are many craftsmen and workshop apprentices among the refugees. Brando is not difficult to learn alchemy. He only needs to find one to ask casually to start the'basic alchemy'. As a nobleman, naturally no one would doubt that he would steal his teacher and learn art—
But Brando happened to be stealing his teacher and learning art this time.
It takes 122 skill experience points to upgrade alchemy from level 0 to level 5, but this is not a problem for Brando now. After the previous night’s battle, he had a total of 967 experience points that was enough to allow him to raise his professional level to level 9 mercenary—so that the free skill experience would reach 164 points, which is more than enough.
It's a pity that alchemy is a mystical technique, so physics professions can only place it under the basic identity of civilians. Because the basic status is different from the profession, any skill under this status is considered to be one's own job-but because the basic status cannot be upgraded, a skill can only be upgraded to a fixed level under this status.
For example, civilians can upgrade alchemy to level 5, nobles to level 7, and alchemists to level 15. In fact, in the "Amber Sword", the combination of identity and occupation is a very particular skill. Sometimes in order to obtain the skills of the wizard, or the wizard player in order to obtain the skills of the warrior, if he does not want to waste experience and attributes part-time, he will think of changing his identity.
Brando's ideal state is to upgrade his alchemy to level 6 so that he can make magic potions, but at this moment, the conditions are limited.
He waited for Bartom and the others to follow the rider to leave, waited for a while, and after confirming that there were no people around, he came to the center of the clearing by himself, carefully swept out a clearing on the ground, and then drew his sword to paint on the clearing. A simple magic circle:
Energy Conversion Array—
The magic circle knowledge comes from level 4 alchemy, which is used by craftsmen to extract free energy from material entities and seal them in crystalline state.
Then there is the blood refining circle.
This is why Brando avoids others. The blood refining technique is actually derived from Madara's alchemy technique. It is one of the forbidden techniques strictly forbidden within the scope of the Flame Temple. This is mainly because the blood refining will cause harm to the caster itself, which does not conform to the basic doctrine of the Temple of Flame.
But I have to say that blood refining is a very practical skill, because it can ignore the alchemy equipment, so that the alchemist can complete some simple material synthesis under any circumstances.
To be honest, although the Temple of Flames strictly banned it, Eruin and Cruz did not use this skill for many players. Players only focused on practical results, but at most they were found to be down by one level.
Besides, it's generally not discovered, is it
But Brando is still a little nervous at the moment, for the player to drop one level, for him, it is a matter of losing his head. Although Charles had been helping him out, he really didn't dare to challenge the authority of the Temple of Flame so blatantly.
He took a breath, took out the teeth that had been pulled from the middle-level corpse of Ridenberg, and placed it in the center of the circle, then stood up and stabbed his finger with the tip of the sword, and a drop of blood leaked out. He placed his fingers flat, allowing blood to drip in the center of the circle, the circle flashed red, and the tooth immediately turned into a little finger-sized gray crystal.
The moment the alchemy was completed, Brando felt his heart beat slightly, and he had already suffered -1 backlash damage.
He wiped a cold sweat on his pale forehead, and then picked up the crystal, which was actually pure crystallization of soul energy. However, unlike the soul crystal, if this muddy soul energy is absorbed by someone, it might be poisoned and killed immediately.
But even though this thing is crude and small, it is one of his most important props tonight.
But he can't breathe a sigh of relief now, because he has more work to do. Thirty-two teeth and four fingers, Brando has already planned to squander his bottle of No. 5 holy water here. He can only hope that these investments can recover enough returns.
But he was only halfway through. About a quarter of an hour later, he heard Charles' voice outside: "Who?"
Brando squeezed in his heart, hurriedly smoothed out the magic circle on the ground, put away all the materials, and then grabbed the thorn of clear light and ran out. As soon as he reached the edge of the fir forest, he saw a middle-aged man standing opposite the Shire. He was shocked and found that this middle-aged man was the one he rescued last night.
Why did he get here
In Brando's memory, this middle-aged man was quite spine, and he dared to resist under Makov's guards. It just seems too unwise.
But what he didn't expect was that the first sentence that the middle-aged man saw when he saw him was: "My lord, are you using the blood magic circle, please take your body as the most important-"
This sentence is like a bolt from the blue, not only Brando, even Charles stayed. How did he know? Could it be that he has been here for a long time? impossible! Charles didn't believe that he couldn't even detect a civilian.
The young wizard was about to prepare spells subconsciously.
But the middle-aged saw their doubts and bowed deeply and said, "My lord, I haven't thanked you for your salvation last night. My name is Tamar, and I am an alchemist."
"Tamar?"
"You are Tamar!" Brando felt that the name was familiar at first, but then he remembered that this was not Madara's chief alchemy master after 380 years (the year of Venus)
He was almost shocked by the name for a moment.
He couldn't help looking at each other up and down, wanting to see if this was the Tamar. But it seems that it is probably that. It turns out that Tamar was originally not a Madara, and he must have been transformed into an undead during this war. If it is because of that bastard Makov, it is not impossible for him to hate this country. The reason for the hatred is the death of his son. Thinking about it this way, everything is a matter of course.
But what Brando really confirms is the opponent's keenness on alchemy, and he can tell that he is using forbidden arts only from the backlash effect, which is not something that ordinary alchemy talents can do.
Tamar in history is a strong man against the sky. Most of Madara’s high-level undead transformation results were completed by three ancient undead alchemy masters, Messat, and Serilando. . And Tamar’s most famous result is the black magic circle technology that directly transforms the skeleton soldiers from the corpse. This technology can be said to directly double Madara’s military strength—
But now, it seems that it is a bit difficult for Madara to achieve this result again. Brando looked at Tamar, who was still a human, and couldn't help but smile a little.
"My lord?" It didn't matter that he smiled, but Tamar was taken aback, and he asked if the knight master actually has a special hobby? He had heard the filthy rumors among the nobles, so even if he was nearly a year old, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
It was Charles who coughed ill-temperedly on one side, which made Brando wake up and hurriedly explained: "Are you the alchemy master of Ridenberg, Tamar?"
Master Alchemy? That is one of the top titles in the field of alchemy. Is he so famous? Tamar was taken aback, and shook her head hurriedly: "I'm just an obscure little alchemist, my lord, I've been working for the noble council before, with no results—"
Not famous yet? This time I found the treasure, Brando was overjoyed.