Chapter 13

Episode 13 Brando's Starting Point ()

Not going to Qingcun?

That was impossible, Brando knew something, and that would have a big impact on his future plans. So whether to store food or verify the idea, he must go to a village that may have been occupied by Madara.

So he thought for a while, and then asked in a leisurely way: "I don't go, do you know how to start? Infiltration and search are not a matter of course, and require careful planning and prior investigation.

Sneaking into and searching for the past were the strengths of those who put a lot of training in the shadows, such as nightingales and hunters. As a fighter, Brando didn't know much about them, but after all, he also teamed up and played missions with these people, and he could be better than these militia by this memory alone.

Freya shook her head. She didn't understand, but Brando's injuries were too serious: "You can tell us what to do, please leave us the rest-"

For Freya's rejection, Brando was not surprised. He knew at this time that he had to choose the kind of persuasion he was good at. For example, the wisdom of a veteran warrior: "Roman."

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"Give me your sword." He spread his hand to the side.

"Noah, Brando." Roman held it with confidence in his hands.

"Thank you."

Brando took the sword and took a breath to try to adjust his condition to the best. He is in a state of weakness below 40% of his life, and Carrion Venom prevents him from flexibly using the other 20% of his power. In other words, he can only use at most 0.6 energy levels.

About the same as a fourteen year old.

"There is not much time. In order to prove that I am capable of participating in this expedition, we may wish to use an ancient and traditional method to decide." He pulled out his sword: "The way of talking among warriors."

Our protagonist looked around and found that everyone was a suspected expression. Martha is on top, Freya is well-deserved number one in Butch's militia, even if Essen is her defeat.

This man, do you really know how bad you are now? Such a question was invariably raised in their hearts.

"Brando, don't make a joke," Freya said angrily. She is quite confident in her sword skills. If Brando defeats her in this state-does he think he is a veteran who has experienced the November war?

Brando didn't say a word, and only used a sword to compare his posture with a "please".

The ponytail girl was almost so angry. She thought that there should be a limit to life and death, but it seemed that the facts were not what she thought. She took a bite of silver teeth and decided to teach Brando a lesson with reality.

Freya straightened her sword and thought it was a slash. Her basic skills are very good, her sword is stable, and she has a thin blade wind.

Brando countered the sword, and the huge response from the sword almost dislocated his wrist. However, he immediately passed the blade and cut it against Freya's edge; the young man was not strong enough, but Freya was taken aback because she had not entered the attack range, the other party Sword is about to reach her guard.

Although not reconciled, the ponytail captain of the female team only returned without success.

In fact, she is not wronged. Brando's trick is very famous in the warrior's swordsmanship. It comes from Cruz's battle swordsmanship and is called Cato Fanqie in the game. This is advanced fighting swordsmanship. Although Brando can only rely on the original swordsmanship of the body to paint the gourd in the same way, it is enough to deal with half-toned swordsman such as Freya.

Brando remembered that he had learned this trick himself from a mercenary last year, at the cost of two barrels of Madara's bone wine.

Now it seems that these two barrels of bone wine are worth it.

Freya stepped back. In response to Brando's ensuing attack, she held the sword in both hands and gritted her teeth and pressed the opponent's sword to one side. The response was quick, but not smart enough. Because Brando had stepped back a long time, and when she responded, the sword in his hand had pointed at her chest.

Freya gritted her teeth and slashed the sharp edge of Brando's blade with the hilt of her backhand, then pursued with a sword. But in Brando's case, the sword was no longer a rule. It was purely because of dissatisfaction. He hesitated lightly, and the opponent fell to the ground because of losing center of gravity.

dusty.

"Looks like I convinced you." Brando retracted his sword and said lightly.

Freya looked up, her face unbelievable.

It's not just her. Nine members of the Butch militia team present, except for Roman, who is still taken for granted, did not show a dull look. Is that still a swordsman of the militia? Compared to those veterans in the regular army, right?

"how come?"

"It's not surprising. I'm the first swordman of the 33rd Militia in Braggs." Brando casually replied, "Then you, Phoenix, let us solve your problem."

Little Phoenix looked stunned, and quickly shook his head: "I, I still won't go, you go."

This kid. Brando couldn't help shaking his head.

...

After agreeing with others on the time of return and the meeting place, Brando and Freya and Essen were on the road very quickly, forcing them to race against time.

Qingcun is about east of Chehu Lake, and the distance will not be too far away, especially when the three of them go all the way, through the dense canopy, you can also see the color of several gray smoke columns on the eastward sky. Deep-the sky is getting darker, and it doesn't look a good sign.

According to Brando's memory and suggestions, they approached the area that Madara might occupy from the north of the village, and it turned out that his guess was correct, and the army of undead had just swept through from it, leaving only a scorched soil.

Looking at the village below where the flames rose and the smoke billowed in the embers, even though Freya was dying with her last hope, Madara's army did seem to have come before them, so they had to catch up Rittenberg has also become a luxury. She couldn't help looking at Brando, wondering what the young man thought.

But Brando hid in a bush and stared at a team of skeleton soldiers outside the wood and carefully counted the tree in a small wood in front of him. He counted to the twelfth and wrote down the look of the tree— —

Green village, twelfth beech tree southwards in the bush. He remembered very clearly that there should be a key buried underneath, which was an independent mission in the game and could enter a tomb in the village.

He remembered who had unearthed that task, as if it was a priest? But it doesn't matter, because he knows that it is a tomb of the Templar, and if everything matches the development of the game, there should be some good things in it. But his goal was the sword in the tomb-the sting of the light.

It was a sword infused with the power of light. Now this level is equivalent to a small undead slayer. Of course, he only imagines the artifact in the legend behind.

After confirming this, Brando turned back, pointing to the two people around him, pointing out of the woods, "Did you see it?"

"What do you see?" Essen and Freya were stunned.

"The number of bone racks on patrol, twice, four times, it seems that there are now two units of Madara in the village." Our hero replied skillfully: "Twenty-two to twenty-four skeleton soldiers, two A corpse witch. "

"So much!" Essen was startled.

"Fortunately, this is not the point. The point is that they control the cemetery and the square. The corpses left behind will definitely use spiritualism there, and they will be supplemented by a steady stream of forces. This is where we must be careful." Brando continued.

"This is blaspheming the dead!" Freya fisted angrily.

"Yes, but they have this right." He sighed, then pointed to the forest not far away and said, "See that side, that pasture? You can sneak in with the shadow of the fences and bushes. There should be a cellar under the barn on that ranch. It shouldn't be difficult to find, and it shouldn't have been burned down-you can hide there and wait until it's getting late before we go out.

The girl nodded subconsciously, but suddenly realized it was wrong: "How do you know?"

"I've been here for a while," Brando replied smoothly, he didn't lie, it was just not in this world.

"Then what do we do?" Essen asked.

"Wait there, I will come to you in the evening. Those monsters should be focused on arousing skeletons, and will not come to your trouble for the time being. If it really attracts attention, you should pay attention to your breathing and heartbeat-undead You can see your vitality, "Brando said a little bit.

"Wait, aren't you with us?" Freya keenly grasped the details.

"I have my own business."

"You—" She was about to speak, but saw the young man pat his sword, meaning-don't forget that you've been persuaded by me. But how can it be counted? Freya opened her mouth and wanted to refute, but Essen on the side held her and motioned her to be careful of the skeleton soldiers patrolling below Madara.

"Do you believe me?" Brando whispered.

Freya shook her head, but hesitated and nodded again.

"That's it, now, you go quickly. Rest assured, I will come back in peace." He answered seriously.

Freya glanced at him and stopped talking. But in the end, Essen was unwilling to be taken away. Brando watched them go through a colorful forest to hide in the bushes below, and then passed a long fence along the long meadow and finally sneaked in. In the ranch.

He was relieved.

Brando looked back and looked at the undergrowth. A tension suddenly enveloped him, this would be the first time he had ventured alone in this world, and it might look the same as before, but there was no failure here, only death.

Speaking of which he actually prefers to act with Freya, but how can he explain that key? It can't be said that he came here and buried it before. It is estimated that such a bad lie can't even lie to Essen, let alone Freya, who is so careful.

On balance, he still decided to act alone.

"It doesn't make any difference, old man. Just cut and re-train." He rubbed his forehead and couldn't help cheering himself up.