Vol 2 Chapter 48

Act forty-eighth riots

In the darkness on Thursday and Monday--

The ladies screamed immediately. Brando and his sister-in-law had no time to look around and had drawn the sword from under the cloak. Bartom and Shire's response was only slow. The red-bearded mercenary lifted a gigantic sword with a wide chin from behind, and held one's shoulder not far away with one hand-for fear that this guy would play tricks, and then with young The wizard apprentice guarded the lady from left to right.

The sister-in-law snorted softly and didn't mind.

After the ladies were panicked, the voices of anger and questions from the men rang from above and above.

But on the contrary, the lobby on the first floor seemed quieter, because most of them were experienced adventurers or mercenaries. Most of them had gone through many battles, which was enough to calm down so that the riots did not expand further.

"Brando, is there something wrong?" Miss Merchant's voice asked curiously in the darkness, except there was no fear in her voice.

Antinina sat behind her, clutching the skirt on her knees nervously, her fingertips turning pale. But she narrowed her bright eyes and did not show the fear in her heart.

"Shh—" Brando said, and he had seen some frizzy young men, little nobles lighting matches or glowing gemstones on his cane not far away.

But some lights turned on again.

Elementary light spells are not uncommon in the ordinary people's life in Warnd. Even in some big cities, the street lights on both sides of the street are made of crystals enchanted with light spells.

Xunzi had a ring that could glow, but he didn't rush to polish it. Raising the light source in the dark can only be a striking target.

But sometimes things go wrong.

While Brando and his sister-in-law were not in danger around the guard, the sword in the young man's hand flashed, he stunned a little, and then watched the faint light in his sword.

At first, the light was like a layer of fluorescence attached to the blade of the sword, but the light appeared in the next instant, and the light emitted from the raised sword illuminated all white—

With this bright light, Brando and Xunzi had no time to be surprised, and saw four uninvited guests in cloaks quickly passing through the narrow aisle between rows of seats, rushing towards them.

They put their hands under the cloak, and that movement was obviously holding the weapon below.

Enemy and friend.

"Brando!" Bartom had already shouted from behind.

Brando didn't say a word, raised his left hand decisively, and shot a series of crossbows under the cuffs, heading towards the cape stranger immediately.

The all-steel crossbow has a huge impact at such a close distance. When the cape freak hummed and fell on his back, he rolled backwards, his companions turned away from the sides, and raised their heads. Look in Brando's direction.

Brando just saw a pair of burning orange-red flames hidden deep under their hoods.

"It's the undead ..." He hesitated for a moment, how did these hell-heavy things appear in this place, and at this time? But the situation no longer allowed him to think about it. The three cloaked strangers' hands that had been buried under the cloak stretched out-it was a dry, armor-attached hand-it was holding a strange one-handed sickle.

Brando actually didn't know whether that weird weapon should be called a sickle, because it looked more like a clear, semi-circular starfish, except that the barb and sharp blade above made people guess that this thing was obviously not A decoration is so simple.

The curse had only a weak effect on the undead, so the young man abandoned the intention of wasting the curse on the crossbow. He pulled Roman Jr. behind him, retreating between Bartom and his sister-in-law.

But the three cloak monsters had rushed away from the man in front of them, and their target was obviously Brando-the three single sickles waved at him without any hesitation.

Brando raised his sword 'Dang' to hold one of the cloak monster's sickle. The huge response from the sword almost made him back three or four steps, almost knocking the back seat down.

Little Roman screamed, but was already dragged by Antitina's hand. The aristocrat hugged the merchant lady, lowered her body, lay on the ground, and crawled in the other direction.

She was very nervous, but she knew it in her head as if she were acting subconsciously.

Bartom also extended a sword from behind to block a cloaker, but he moaned immediately, apparently not feeling well.

"Black iron upstream strength." Redbeard mercenary yelled.

"Spirit figurine!" Brando also recognized his opponent at this time.

The spirit figurine is a kind of cricket creature, but the undead sorcerer injects the warrior's soul into the empty armor, creating an evil creature. In the game, the 31-33 spirit figurines are the main force of the second line of Madara, but they have another identity as agile and concealed.

Assassin of Madara.

Brando felt that he was facing the spirit figurine at least at the captain level, and his strength was approaching the silver level. This is not a master in the second corps of Madara, but it is an elite corps in the undead army opposite Instaron opposite Braggs.

Their goal is him?

Brando was at a loss for some time, but the latent figure in the hall had begun to attack, and the panicked roar of the attacked mercenaries and adventurers suddenly sounded.

Brando felt that his strength was not as good as the other side, and he simply shrank back and pulled up the chair and smashed at the other side. The captain of the figurine waved the odd single sickle back—the chair was torn apart. But the young man has taken this opportunity to pierce his heart with a sword-also the core part of the soul fire of the spirit figurine.

The Captain of the Terracotta made a hoarse roar, and his eyes quickly grasped the elven sword of Brando. The silver-white flame rose immediately from its fingers, and the sting of the purifying fire deep into the soul and bone marrow made the undead scream.

Instead of letting go, however, he turned a sickle at Brando's arm.

"Good guy--" Brando gritted his teeth, and he didn't play against the spirit figurines in 'Amber Sword'. But that was already a very advanced thing, but even so the other's intimidation did not impress him-so the Captain of the Terracotta Army made him feel bad as soon as he grasped the bright sting in his hands.

He immediately let go of his hand and stepped back, letting the opponent almost hit him.

At such a close distance, Brando lost almost all the means of attack without the stab of light, and the ring after the wind can be used-but it is difficult for him to ensure that Roman and Antitina will not be hurt.

The Holy Sword card does not have enough land elements to pay, and energy loss is not useful. Fengjing Spider can be used, but at this distance, I'm afraid he hasn't waited for him to summon Fengjing Spider, and the other party has already unloaded him eight pieces.

Hesitation is just a moment.

Brando immediately buried his low center of gravity and leaped forward suddenly, holding his opponent's waist with both hands and slamming down. The captain of the figurine suddenly became unstable. When he was on his back with Brando, they crackled over three rows of chairs. Brando only felt his body pain as if he was about to fall apart, but his brain was sober, and he was almost with the Captain of the Spirit Figurine. Roll over and get up together.

Captain of the Terracotta Go grabs his single sickle.

Brando immediately held the elven sword that fell aside in his hand.

The Captain of the Terracotta seemed to be struggling to stand up and want to regain control of the initiative, but Brando was faster than it. He launched his charge skills and hit the undead chest. Ten times the speed of the force is terrible, the empty activity armor immediately flew out in the opposite direction-but even so, the captain of the terracotta warrior with near silver strength still backhanded a sickle to Brando's shoulder at the last moment .

"The trees are tough!" Brando yelled in his heart. His skin was rapidly lignified, but the sickle captain's sickle had broken through the faint blue light around his body before that—the magic protection provided by the conflict aura—and then cut deeply into his lignified skin.

Blood flew for a while.

Brando gritted his teeth and didn't scream, but he was sorely sweating in his forehead. He pulled out the sickle and threw it to the ground, then looked at the captain of the figurine that fell into the crowd, and did not dare to neglect, and immediately took the Fengjing spider card from his arms.

"Show, destiny card-Wind Spirit Spider."

A row of attributes immediately projected onto his retina:

Fengjing spider, 8 life, 4 mana, power 1.9, dexterity 2.7, constitution 1.0, the last three attributes are all '-', the attack method is bite (base damage 1-1), special ability is incorporeal .

Incorporating creatures usually attack only one-third of the damage. In this way, the captain of the terracotta soldier who has lost his weapon can hardly kill a spider with a single hit. But Brando knew that the opponent was not just a sperm spider.

But fifteen.

He pointed forward, and fifteen cyan swirls, large and small, immediately appeared behind him. Spiders with heads and teeth dancing and whirlwinds of half body shoot out from the vortex immediately. These little things are like a cyan light-a few turns on the ground and directed at the captain of the figurine who has just stood up.

One Fengjing spider has nearly two levels of power. Although the power of fifteen spiders cannot be simply added up, it is enough to hinder the action of a captain of a terracotta warrior with silver power.

They hung from it, biting desperately. The Captain of the Terracotta screamed angrily, and pulled the spiders from his body and tossed them to the ground, but its movement seemed somewhat futile. Because Brando has seized this opportunity.

When the Captain of the Spirit Figurine was distracted by the sperm spider, he struck up a sword and pierced the opponent's chest. The terrible undead wanted to resist at the last moment, but he was dislodged because of the spider's pull. Lando was so full of holes.

A sword penetrates the heart.

The captain of the terracotta warrior uttered an unwilling shout, and the heavy damage to the vital parts caused the purification fire on the thorns of Zhanguang to cause almost four times the lethality. Brando almost watched the undead swing into a pile of gray-black armor wrecks in the pure flame.

Start with 700 points.

He looked back and saw that Bartom, Shire, and Xunzi joined forces to retreat under the attack of two spirit figurines, while Antitina had pulled Roman away in the other direction.

Then there was a loud noise above the auction floor-

Brando looked up and saw a dark shadow fall from the box above, crashing to the ground. There was a moment of silence in that direction, and then there was a scream.

"Sir Rosal!"

"Martha is on, Mr. Rosal, deputy captain of the security cavalry!"

"They killed him!"

Brando heard a tense heart here, and it didn't look like these **** armored frames were all directed at himself. Instaron wants to attack the top of Braggs. What does he want to do? No such thing has been recorded in history.

He was wondering, but suddenly he saw the doors on the trapezoidal upward side of the ‘theater’ suddenly opened together—a total of five doors, rows of white bones and racks of bows and arrows came out of the door.

The young people's pupils narrowed in an instant.

So many undead? What are auction managers doing? What are the police cavalry doing? What are the Silver Wings and the Guards doing?

How did they come in?

Brando wanted to scold his mother at this moment.