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Brando turned his head and let the bone rack pass over him. He almost forgot the skeleton in the meditation room, but now he is no longer the same as before. His hand rests on the hilt of the sword–
The light of the sword flashed, and a layer of shining white light appeared on the body of the stabbing sword of Zhanguang. Half of the skeleton’s body had already flown into the air. Brando glanced at the skeleton that gradually turned into ashes, and the sting of the light was indeed a sword born in the light, even with its own purification effect.
A bit of golden light shot into his chest–
A weapon with a purifying effect would cause double damage to the undead. No wonder he felt that there was no sense of obstruction when his sword cut through the bone shelf, as if a hot knife cut through butter.
Artifact.
Brando only had such an evaluation of the sword at this moment, even though it was not an artifact, but in such an environment they were inseparable.
But he was more anxious about the safety of Freya and Essen. He immediately pushed away the crumbling bones and ran out. The 2-level dexterity finally broke out at this moment. At this time, he faced himself even though It turns out that the world-class athletes in that world will not be inferior at all-even they will surpass in balance explosive power.
With the support of the stab of light and the ring after the wind, his strength, physique and dexterity are completely broken. If Brando appears on the earth at this moment, there is only one explanation in the eyes of ordinary people-Superman, except that he cannot fly. .
Brando returned in the same way. The winding path in the dark had not hindered him. He jumped out of the shattered wall of the shrine, and his strong breath of life immediately caught the attention of the wandering undead nearby. Two skeletons, one from the left and the other from the right, made a rattling noise, and came to him with a shake, but waiting for them were two silver sword lights.
Brando took the two lessons into his pocket and immediately looked up towards the ranch. His pupils immediately shrank slightly—in that direction, the flames were already soaring into the sky.
In his vision, hundreds of skeletons were slowly encircling in that direction. He understood that these low-level undead would never act autonomously, which must indicate what the corpse witch behind had noticed–
“Freya, Essen!” Brando sank in his heart, but he was about to rush over there, but heard a sharp, sinister voice behind him:
“There’s a human being there, kill him—!”
Brando looked back and found that a corpse witch on the street was directing six skeleton soldiers in a row to approach him slowly.
The corpse witch raised the bone stick in his hand–
But Brando was faster than it, the charge ability started instantly, and he seemed to be approaching in a row. “Stop him!” The witch was startled and screamed hysterically.
The leading skeleton soldier raised his sword, but it welcomed the young man’s cold face. Brando suddenly flashed a word in his mind, and it was so clear that it seemed to contain all the feelings of the original owner of the body:
“Madala bastards, it’s your turn now–“
He was disdainful of the technique at all, and hit the sword directly with the elven sword. When a long metal chirp pierced through the eardrum, the steel sword in the hands of the skeleton soldier bent backwards under great force, and then suddenly broke.
As Brando moved forward, the skeleton soldier with his entire skeleton and the sword split into four sections behind him. At this moment, there was no barrier between him and the corpse witch.
The horrible undead opened his leaky jaw dullly, leaving nothing left on his dry face.
“This sword is for Brando.”
He spoke, the sword pierced through the left rib of the corpse witch, and penetrated between the third rib behind him. The light of the sword blade of Zhanguang was faint, and Brando stared at the burning green eyes of the opponent, so said. He waved his sword from front to back–
The soul fire flashed in the corpse’s eyes, then faded instantly. With a bang, his arm holding the bone stick flew far away, and was burned to ashes by the fire of purification.
Three points of golden light rose from the night sky and blended into the young man’s chest.
He turned around, and the two skeleton soldiers had been left and right. When Brando lifted his sword, the first bone-framed arm immediately went to heaven, the sword turned again, and the skull grunted. He pushed forward, and the spare ribs were immediately thrown at his companion.
The skeleton soldier immediately wielded his sword to block, but his movement of lifting the sword stayed in half, a shining sword light had already entered the situation, and it was divided into two halves forever—’Wa ‘ The metal armour of the lowest-level undead soldier splashed like a scattered flower on the ground.
Two points of gold flashed away.
Brando immediately meditated on the properties panel, and ghost-like data immediately appeared in rows on his retina. He chose one of them and said in his mind: “Career and experience-“
A piece of faint green data:
xp: 11 (civilian level 1:-, militia level 2, 6/10, mercenary level 1, 0/10)
With a backhand sword, he blocked the attack of the skeleton soldier on one side, and said in his heart: “11 points experience, improve the mercenary rank.
The data changed immediately:
xp: 0 (civilian level 1:-, militia level 2, 6/10, mercenary level 2, 11/30)
Brando raised his sword and pushed the bone back with his strength. Then he glanced at his attributes, and his strength and physique increased by 0.2 energy levels, and his dexterity and perception increased by 0.1 energy levels each. But the key is 25 points of skill experience, which alone is enough to make the militia profession lose its existing value.
He took a breath.
Well, now he has 2.3 level power, 2.1 level dexterity, 2.2 level physique, and absolute power 8.0. It has fully surpassed the player’s initial attributes, and has begun to move towards the first level of power.
At this moment, Brando’s heart suddenly calmed down, he looked at the three skeleton soldiers in front of himself, as if looking at a piece of air.
Yes, he’s back, and finally—
…
Ten minutes was enough to clear up a smoke of smoke, and the sound of horseshoes came from far to near the end of the street, two horses.
Two young riders on the long street were standing side by side on horseback. They stopped the horse, looked around, and looked at the remains of the bones in a bit surprised, but they were speechless for a moment.
“Zeta, did you see it?”
“There’s only one person, isn’t Ridenburg’s guard?”
“There is a corpse witch over there, Martha is on! Zeta, can you fight with one enemy?”
“No, I can’t. This is a veteran.” The slightly thin young man on the horse looked silently around him, an incredulous expression gradually appeared in his expression: “Lyans, here are six skeleton soldiers-“
Quiet all around.
“Seven?”
“Seven.”
“We have to tell the deputy captain about this, you guess what it is? Regular? Or a travelling knight?” The young man named Lanes turned back immediately, he stared at his companion and asked.
“I can’t guess, Lanes, but I agree with you.”
…
When Brando arrived at the ranch, it was already in a sea of fire. The burning buildings formed a bright background, and the sound of occasional building collapse came not far away-but he did not see the undead army surrounding him. Chasing Freya and Essen.
Instead, he saw many newly awakened skeletons fleeing wildly in the burning flames. The bright flames are almost the natural enemies of these subordinate undeads, making their weak soul fire tremble under the strong light and almost to be purified into a pile of ashes.
This is not a blue fire. In the game, Madara’s army will only use the cold soul fire. Brando immediately realized that the fire was not undead. Is it Freya and Essen? He shook his head. He didn’t think the two men were so decisive.
He turned his head sharply in one direction, just to see a team of skeleton soldiers chasing in one direction. He narrowed his eyes, clearly seeing a layer of flashing black light from those bones and shelves-darkened, with a necromancer nearby?
Brando immediately pulled out his sword, and a glimmer of light appeared on the sword of Zhanguang. As he walked in that direction, several reckless low-level skeletons passed by him-soon our hero started with 7 points of experience.
But before the young people had time to approach, suddenly a loud noise came from the front corner-countless bone fragments and metal armor rings scattered from that direction, and accompanied by two or three skeletons flying high and falling Not far from the sea of fire.
Brando was startled–
This was the first level of power (3oz ~ 20oz), and he immediately realized it. Who is behind the sea of fire? Humanity? Regular army in Ridenburg? But historically they have not appeared here.
He subconsciously put on a defensive posture and raised his head, just to see a team of knights rushing out of the sea of fire, like a torrent, swept out of the flames instantly. The leading rider turned to him immediately, and he held up his long sword—a row of riders behind him pulling the reins at the same time—the entire team went together.
“Who are you?” The rider asked coldly, listening to his voice as a young man. But the other party immediately hesitated, holding Light Brando to see his expression, but he could feel that person knew him. No, it should be said to know the original Brando.
Then he heard the whispers of the riders behind:
“I bet, it’s a militia.”
“I know him.”
“But you’re right, it’s really just a militia.”
Brando frowned slightly, and when his eyes gradually adjusted to the bright light, he finally saw the costumes of these people. Thick blue woolen top, dragon scale breastplate, shiny white iron helmet and cavalry sabre, and the silver and white epaulette with black pine leaf mark-
Butch’s guard.
“Brando, why are you here?” The leading rider asked in a condescending tone.
“I have the same problem.” Brando came up with this person’s name from his memory: Bryson, who is also a Bragg towner like him, was selected to the guard for his excellent performance in militia training, and was subsequently selected. Sent to the Butcher border to exercise …
Of course, this is just a superficial problem. Because no matter how good Breson is, he can’t exceed Brando, the first swordman in the same period, but there is a dad from a local chief, and the story behind is naturally much smoother.
He knew the grievances of the two men, of course, they could not talk about grievances, at most they looked down on each other.
Sure enough, Bryson immediately said: “Minuteman, as the deputy captain of the Butcher Security Force, ask you to report to me immediately-why did you appear here?”
There was a snicker of laughter among the knights, and they all knew that Bryson was just trying to trouble his fellow people. As for reporting, it was just an excuse.
Brando looked up–