Vol 2 Chapter 90

Scene 90: The Dead and the King (5)

The captain of the mercenary noticed Brando's movement and froze a bit: "Master?"

"I go around behind it." Brando interrupted him and replied.

Although the ghost knight is an undead, the wisdom has approached normal humans. It wouldn't stay here all the time to let those vulnerable rat generations drag him to death, as long as it had about 10% of its life left, it would retreat decisively. But of course Brando would not allow the ducks to fly.

"No, that's too dangerous." The tiger bird froze. He guessed about what Brando was going to do, and stopped quickly: "I'll go for you."

"You know what I'm going to do?" Brando asked back. In fact, he didn't want to do this. Although every time this unlucky ending thing was done by himself, he must know that the other party is a ghost knight, and even a mistake in this world is intolerable. thing.

That's not as simple as hanging up a level, but losing your life. In the face of such a situation, I am afraid that my heart will pound.

His only reliance is on unyielding talent. As long as he protects his heart and head, he can at least guarantee that he will not hang like a passerby-at least he can write a will.

"You can tell me what to do, Lord Lord," the mercenary captain replied, "After all, we are your subordinates. You don't have to give everything."

"I also hope to save trouble," but Brando smiled and took out the previous rope: "Unfortunately, you can't learn this thing."

"what's up?"

"Do you know alchemy?"

His words suffocated the tiger sparrow. Would he use alchemy as a mercenary? The middle-aged mercenary could not help rolling his eyes.

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The battle didn't come to an end so fast. The ghost knight's defense ranked among the 35th-level elites and even the 40th-level monsters. Not to mention that the glittering spirit body armor can greatly increase Most attacks are blocked.

The four-armed crossbow provided by the army to soldiers with black iron strength is widely circulated among mercenaries. Although it is a contraband, in most areas nobles open their eyes and close their eyes. But the power of this crossbow, which can only be twisted by people with strengths of 5 or more levels, is scary in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is almost as tickling to a ghost rider.

Only occasionally hitting the crossbow of the vital part can effectively damage it, but at most it is only a few points. Moreover, the ghost knight is not a stake. Although its dexterity has fallen sharply and there are wind-bound bounds in the limit range of the altar, the power gap is there, and it is extremely flexible to avoid it.

This has not calculated the 40% chance of a physical attack losing to the spirit.

But Brando is not in a hurry. The tiger bird has four ice cracking vectors and six wind binding vectors, plus the remaining duration can last at least ten minutes, more than ten minutes, and more than ten blacks. The siege of mercenaries with the strength of the middle reaches of the iron, it is estimated that the boss at level 35 can also drop a layer of skin.

Not to mention a small elite.

When Brando rides the ghost rider to focus all his attention on the gopher-mocking activity, he quietly walks around in a large circle to the wood behind him, not far away, almost half Playground distance. Even closer, the undead might be aware of it, and the accuracy of bows and arrows fell away, and he couldn't stand it.

After all, he is not the one-thirty-thirty-level soldier who would shoot your right eye and not hit your left eye at a distance of a few hundred meters, a weapon master, it is better to be safe.

But he didn't come here to put a cold arrow from the back. This might work, but the effect is not great. Unless he has entered the first level of silver, and just happened to learn a skill in archery, maybe an arrow hits a critical strike directly to take away the ghost knight's 10% of life for seconds or something, it is possible.

But obviously not now.

He glanced at the battlefield far away, where the fierce battle over there was a sharp contrast to the silence over here. Brando took a deep breath, parted the bushes on the ground, and drew an alchemy array on the sand with his sword.

If Tamar knew here that his previous advice was in vain, because Brando drew another energy injection method and then a blood training method. Obviously, he already intends to carry forward this ban. Already.

Then he threw the rope to the center of the circle, and threw the soul crystal that he had obtained from the intermediate corpse witch while in Rittenburg. To be honest, he has a little pain, and the soul crystal of the intermediate corpse witch is not so easy to get at this time, especially Madara has now negotiated with Eruin, and I do n’t know how many years to wait in the next war-if not There is really no better substitute at hand, and he really does not want to waste this precious material here.

Of course, life is more important than that.

He turned his sword and cut his finger, a drop of blood fell into the circle, and his heart tightened suddenly. Brando immediately felt that his life had been exaggeratedly brushed away by more than a third. The higher the material, the greater the energy demand. Although he had expected it, he was surprised.

He couldn't help smirking for a moment, thinking that the only material on his hands wasn't the heart of a dragon or something, otherwise he wouldn't be able to **** him out. Of course, this is just thinking about it. He really needs the heart of the dragon. He simply went to find the emperor of Cruz to change to a duke king.

But thinking of the rare materials, he couldn't help but jump in his heart, and remembered the thing that had been in his backpack all the time. He couldn't help but unconsciously opened his backpack and glanced at it. A golden light was reflected in the eyes of the young man, and the light was like a life beating-very rhythmic, like a heart.

Brando took a breath, a secret he hadn't told. Without him, because it is too important, of course, he has almost determined who put it in it, but he does n’t understand it is just one side, the other party does not seem to have this reason to do this thing?

What motivation?

To blame? Still tempting?

Brando wasn't happy when he thought about it. To be honest, this thing is important to some people, but it doesn't help him much. He can start the second talent with four levels, but he has a goal, not rely on this thing. He thought for a moment, but still had no clue, so his mind quickly returned to reality.

At present, his biggest trouble is the ghost knight, and other things are better left for the time being.

He glanced at the finished alchemy product in the magic circle, which was originally an ordinary rope, but now it has become as black as ink throughout the body, exuding a faint black light all the time. This thing looks imba incomparable, and it has a little style of immortal cord-of course, compared with the glittering sherd immortal cord in many self-cultivation novels in terms of color, it may need to be changed to a name called the magic cord.

Brando ridiculed himself, knowing that this thing was actually a crude alchemy product that could no longer be crude, he simply injected the energy of the soul crystal into the rope. But what made him cried and laughed was that the raw materials were a bit too high-level, so this ordinary rope was made into this virtue.

He wanted Tamar to know that he was so violent, and he might give him a soulwalker.

Oh, right. In this history, the future master of alchemy had not made the sickle known as a semi-artifact, and Brando immediately realized this and corrected his thoughts.

He picked up the rope and looked at the other end of the battlefield, quietly waiting for the moment when the battle was over.

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The Ghost Rider is working in vain, and its Spirit Gun hit a few people at the beginning-but it was just a hang wound caused by wind pressure. But soon the mercenaries became more cautious, and the fierce undead immediately exposed the nature of its paper tiger.

Although the undead creatures were fearless and unhappy, they gradually became a little impatient. Especially the evil spirit mount on which it sits, has been unable to bear the irritability to lift and fall four hoofs.

Facing this scene, Tiger Bird was still a little worried at first. He was mainly worried that the Ghost Rider would strike again with a thousand troops, but this guy would endure well after eating a dark loss, after all, it might take him directly after another shot.

The ghost knight has the computing power and naturally does not make such low-level mistakes.

Of course, it may not understand that it has been making another low-level mistake.

The mercenary captain fired the last ice crack, and after fighting for nearly ten minutes, the ghost knight finally couldn't hold it. Its upper body covered with a thick layer of frost made a rattling sound, and then began to retreat .

This undead retreated at an extremely fast speed, almost beyond everyone's imagination. They thought that after hitting so many ice cracking targets, they would at least have some restrictions on its ability to move, but it did seem to be just a little bit.

The tiger bird responded quickly, and he immediately made up for the wind-binding force-unfortunately, the effect was not great.

The mercenaries exclaimed, some were ready to catch up, but the tiger bird stopped them immediately. Just kidding, if the ghost knight kills a return carbine, they don't have to explain it all here.

They explained here that if Brando were to hang up, it would be impossible.

The tiger bird looks into the forest, and he knows what the mysterious Lord Lord will think of at this time. Unwittingly, these mercenaries had developed a trust in Brando who called them.

But sure enough.

Two silvery arrows appeared in the dark forest one after the other, as if they were two white lines extending forward against a black background—

So striking.

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