Vol 3 Chapter 193

Final moment of Act 193

"But you can do me a favor," Brando said, turning to Faina. "Help?" Faina looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Analyze the mantra on Amman and tell me the protection-related mantra."

"Are you going to deal with Amman first?"

"Nonsense, of course, the persimmon must be softened first." Brando stared at Amman's back not far away and said-he actually had another choice, and played against Memphist and Veronica in Andesa. To control the center of Valhalla from time to time-but he chose to stay for two reasons.

One is naturally because of Akane, it is not a short distance from here to the Valhalla center, but Mephiste is obviously not an opponent of Andesa. It is not a wise move to leave Veronica and Akane here.

But the more important reason is that he discovered the opportunity. The two people, Andesa and Amman, are the shepherds, and belong to the Oneness of All Things. A group of lunatics, Brando doesn't want these guys to secretly enemy him in the civilized world.

The only way is to get rid of these two people here, so that everything that happens here will be lost in the Black Forest forever, and will never suffer later.

So he only encouraged William before, but unfortunately the silver mage was very cautious and did not let him take it at all; but now the appearance of Mephisto gave him a second chance, Brando knew that The most headache for Desa in the battle is her erosion field, but the Grey Sword Master can just restrain it.

In this way, Andesa's weakness, which had been well concealed, was exposed.

"Well, I'll try," Fayina replied, "but he has too many high-levels, and I can't promise it."

"Rest assured," Brando comforted. "He has now become an undead. The Holy spell itself will repel and manifest his body, which is not as difficult as you think."

Faina nodded.

Ms. Qing Zhi came not far from the priest Amman, and she stood and looked at each other: "Master Amman, now it is too late to look back. Seeing your personal friendship at the empire level, I don't want to hit you."

"Look back?" Amman sneered: "Will the temple accept an undead as their priest? Besides, haven't you heard of the resurrection spell, Veronica, don't make a fuss here, you know it's nothing to me usefulness."

Veronica is not surprised by Amman's answer. She was just trying to shake the other person's mind. The undead spirit was as cold-hearted as steel, and did not affect the fallen priest at all.

So she said nothing more, the sword trembled in her hand, and a string of cyan flying birds flew out of the blade, spreading a beautiful arc from both sides towards Amman.

Amman pointed his finger, "The golden flame gave me a strong shield," and several golden shields appeared and disappeared, each side just colliding with a blue bird, and a spark burst in the air.

"Blessing of flames," Faina said.

"This spell is an active protection skill, but it will have no effect if the caster cannot detect it," Brando said, holding the sword of the earth and staring at the gap in Amman's back.

"There is also a mental barrier, which is passively triggered protection."

"This only protects one hundred and eighty degrees ahead. What else?"

"Mysterious armor."

"Foresight attack."

"A little trouble, is it gone?"

"It seems ... gone."

Brando nodded and raised his cloak with one hand. At this time, Amman and Veronica were fighting fiercely. He had no idea that three people were hidden less than ten feet behind him. It was impossible for anyone to lurk to this distance with his ability. He had not discovered it unless he came. The person is ten times stronger than him.

But then again, there is no difference between a person ten times stronger than him who notices it and an unaware one. Besides, Amman will never think that an existence ten times stronger than him will hide behind him and attack him.

No need at all.

The moment Brando lifted his cloak, the predicted attack blessed on the priest immediately gave him a warning sign, but he was fighting with Veronica and had no time to turn back. And the warning signs from the spell didn't seem to be strong, indicating that the people who were hostile to him were still some distance away.

Unfortunately, what Amman didn't know was that Brando was also very aware of the way the attack works. He calmed down his breath from the beginning to make the killing less obvious. As a true old player of the Amber Sword, Brando has rich Experience is even more dangerous than those of mage hunters.

The moment he appeared, Veronica saw him and Faina behind him. The lady's eyes were brilliant, and she was curious as to how Brando was here, and she and Amman were not aware of it at such a close distance.

However, despite the doubts in her heart, the look on the lady's face seemed calm and did not make Amman aware of it. As a battle-hardened female general, it is the most basic quality to be calm.

Brando was also very aware of this. He believed that the Cruz goddess of war would not let him down; sure enough, Veronica not only did not reveal his existence, but immediately understood his tactical intentions, and started one step forward. Attack.

"Well, you also find reinforcements coming? But it's no use, the kid should be far from here, this time is enough for me to deal with you, Veronica." Amman still said to himself.

"Master Amman, I didn't know that corruption would make people arrogant?" Veronica smiled slightly.

"Be careful behind you, stupid!" At this point, Andersa's shriek came suddenly from above.

Amman stunned, suddenly surprised. But at this time Brando had already shot-the 'Mystic Armor' blessing on Amman was a trigger-type full body protection spell, and it was also the most beneficial weapon for wizard-like characters to fight the thief's sneak attack-'Mystic Armor' and ' The "Forecast Attack" spell combination was the unanimous choice of all high-end mage players in the early stage of the game, and it once caused nightingales to complain.

However, its applicability is only the early stage, and the player's creativity is endless. The battle between spear and shield can never end with one party's ultimate victory.

Brando did not hold the sword directly behind Amman. He raised his right hand and said, "oss!"

A grenade burst out and hit Amman's back. The mysterious armor of Amman's body reacted immediately. A layer of silver-white square-shaped light spots appeared on the back of the attacked layer like fish scales. After a layer of unloading, the lethality of the wind bomb was eliminated.

However, the silver light faded quickly after the emergence. ‘Mystic Armor’ can only block an attack for a short time. Brando knows this. He seized the opportunity to deceive the spell protection and immediately cut it off with a sword.

After removing the layers of spell protection that the pride is proud of, although Amman has the power of elements, he is not much better than ordinary people at the moment in front of Brando. This is the biggest weakness of clergy and wizards-the melee ability is too weak! The earth's sword cut into Amman's back like a tofu. The great priest screamed and rushed forward. Veronica pierced his belly with a sword, and Amman mourned again.

But even then, the undead was still not fatally injured, he pulled back his sword and pulled out, and hurriedly turned to run away.

"Well, zombies?" Brando snapped. "Cut off his head, Ms. Veronica."

"Don't think about it!" Amman mourned in a vicious voice. He raised his hand, and a red bracelet on his hand exploded. A circle of white light immediately wrapped him, and the whole person disappeared, but when it appeared again, a feather arrow was planted behind it and fell a hundred meters away.

"Cut," Brando took a sip and looked down at the shale bow in that direction. "Isn't it just an arbitrary door, thought I couldn't figure out your direction?"

Veronica stood and looked at him with a grin: "Brando, where did your combat experience come from? In Cruz, the best young knight I have ever met is not as good as you."

"I am a descendant of the Highland Knight. Fighting with the mage is a talent I inherited from my bones." Brando replied casually, as he returned the blue sky to the lady: "To deal with Andesa, There is a way to kill her. "

The lady looked at him curiously.

Brando shook the filthy blood on the sword and looked up at Andes not far away. Andesa has been watching the situation here, and seeing Amman fail, she can't help looking at Brando bitterly.

But at this moment the woman had become a black dragon, she was entangled on the building, just like a giant lurking in the shadow.

Although she itself constituted that shadow.

Now that the battlefield has become a three-on-one situation, Andersa still has no point to look back. The leader of the shepherd has her pride, not to mention that Brando and Veronica were not in her eyes. She did not think that these two people who were too weak for her could pose a threat to her.

"How are you going to deal with that woman, she is extraordinary." Veronica asked looking at Brando.

"I have my own way."

"Actually I recommend you take Faina and Akane out of here, Brando, Andesa is not so easy to deal with, I persuaded Mephisto to hold the woman-"

"What about you?" Brando looked back at the lady.

"I? As an empire general, it is not a shame to die." Veronica smiled. "Faina is special, I must protect her."

"Not so serious. Although Andesa is now a dragon, she only has the physical protection and strength of the only race that inherits the golden blood." Brando took back the sword of the earth and asked the one where Andes was. Going in the direction: "The real power of the dragons is the magic flowing in their bodies. You should know that all the magical knowledge of silver humans and elves comes from the dragons, right?"

Veronica nodded.

"So Andesa's strength still has its weaknesses," Brando lowered his voice. "She is a Druid, after all, she's useless if she cuts off her connection with the power of nature."

"That won't be easy."

"But it's not impossible." Brando said, "If there is anything in this world that can best block the connection between an area and nature, it is the golden magic tree."

"Golden Magic Tree?"

Brando nodded, thinking that Andersa had poured the blood of God into himself, wondering whether it was a self-digging grave.

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