Vol 2 Chapter 68

Sixty-eighth Brando's swordplay (middle)

The silence in the hall continued. Brando looked at the incredible white-haired young man holding his wrist, and looked at the long sword that was still trembling on the ceiling, exhaling. He is not surprised by this result. After a blow, Brando has realized that this young man called Reddy is almost four to five times stronger than ordinary people, that is, he has just entered the black iron level, and He was at a level when he was in the Golden Devil Canyon.

This power can be considered outstanding at this age, but naturally cannot be compared with him. Brando thinks about his own strength. In this history, he really turned into a plug-in—a week of enlightenment of the first-level power, entered the middle of the black iron within a month, and entered the beginning of silver in the third month. No better than the natural choice, but it can be regarded as no one before.

As for whether anyone came later, Brando said badly.

The silver midstream has almost started at level 35 according to the calculation method in the past game. Brando's own militias are estimated to reach level 40, which is almost 600,000 points of experience. And he must have enough experience in the seven months, only in this way, will not miss the last train of Erouin's December civil strife.

He thought about it, but saw the crowd move apart.

Antitina snorted softly.

Brando was also a little stunned, and then his eyes fell on the two people behind the crowd. A man in front wearing chain mail and a blood-red cape walked ahead. He wore a tall hat with colored feathers on it, like an explorer from the Royal Society of Geography of the Lantonilan of Eruin-but the brooch he wore was not from the Geography Society of the Royal Family. Flame amber, but a simple wooden medal.

The medal was engraved with a kingfisher.

And the taller men in the back wear simple leather armor, which only protects the important parts, so that the knotted muscles on the arms are exposed. He carried a giant sword at least five feet long on his shoulders—a broad forehead, but his cheeks sunk like a knife, and he squeezed his thin lips to give people a first glance. Create the impression of not being angry.

Brando couldn't help but see this man.

Isn't that guy?

He couldn't help but have a doubt—because this man was tall and barbaric like a snowy man. When Brando saw the other person, he immediately sketched an image in his mind: 'Crosshand' Buga, a close friend of Archduke Luhn, Captain of the Guard at Lantoni Ranburg.

One of the three most well-known swordsmen of Anlek is one of the great swordsmen with the eagle Djal and the silver knight Sylvia.

Brando knows this guy, because the opponent has been a big character in past games. "Crosshand" Bugatti as the captain of Lantoni Ranburg is the initiator of Lun's main line mission "Courage", and Brando happens to be one of the few players who have personally experienced this series of tasks. He still remembers the shocking World War I.

He remembered--

That should be the last step of the mission, during which the player will assist Buga to kill one of the twelve herdsmen of the shepherd, the sad envoy ‘Fonika’.

The sad envoy 'Funika' ranks as high as 97, mastering the power of the highest element 'darkness', which has almost completed the bronze body. In fact, in the era when the player capped level was only 83, the shepherd The Twelve Patriarchs are simply one of the invincible nightmares.

That's how the story went.

Buga carried the great sword 'Legend of Aven' and took the player to the Shepherd's headquarters in the Principality of Lune-Taboo Forest, Knight Sword of the Sien School-and he was the only one who could master this at the time and thereafter. One of the legendary existences of the first-class 17-level sword skill (the player's 13-level cap)-just use four swords to kill the sad envoy 'Fonika'.

During the whole process of the mission, the player is like an audience, just need to help Buga to block the mobs from delaying time.

In fact, it was this battle that completely established the idea that Brando's line of warriors would go to the end. At first he was only seventy-two, but later he became one of the few pure warrior players with silver body.

Think about it, and look at Buga, who is still in his strong years and strong at the moment. Brando was a little hesitant for a moment. He didn't expect that he would meet each other here.

This is the future big sword Hauge.

Of course, at this time Brando was afraid to confirm whether the opponent already had the terrible strength later. But in his impressions, ‘Crosshand’ Buga, who was a tutor of knight swordsman of the Sean School at the age of seventeen, later met Grand Duke Lun, but how did he appear in this remote and remote place.

"Why is he here?" Brando had just come up with the idea and realized that the other person's eyes had fallen on him.

"The military sword you use?"

Buga's blue-gray eyes flashed a faint light, his eyebrows were thin and his eyes were dull. But judging from the appearance, this future sword lord has no so-called alien figure, but the momentum on him is all-inclusive-this ordinary-looking man is definitely a terrible beast.

The more sensitive you are, the more you will realize this.

Brando stood there. The perception of 3.7 energy levels was about the equivalent of hearing a whisper behind a wall through a wall and easily feeling the flow of air. But at this moment, Bujia felt like he was standing on the other side of a mountain, standing still, even letting the wind stagnate—

He clearly saw that the other person was just standing there, but felt like he was facing an airtight wall.

Brando swallowed a spit, and was a little surprised. In the past, the game had to be at least thirty levels in order to produce such momentum suppression. In this way, hasn't Buga at the moment become enlightened? So young? He was taken aback. Brando knew that Buga was not a candidate, but this achievement was going to shame some candidates.

A monster is indeed a monster.

"Are you in the army or a young man coming out of the guard somewhere? No one in the militia should have you." Buga asked, raising her brow slightly. Brando's reaction did not exceed his expectations. So far, he can stand still under his momentum, and only Ico can do it in the mercenary regiment.

That young man can indeed be said to be talented.

Thinking of Alco, Buga couldn't help but smile. But the smile had just surfaced, and it immediately converged, because Buga was still staring at Brando—there were only three types of people practicing military swordsmanship throughout Eruin. Soldiers, militia, or guards.

Most of the knights and nobles have their own family sword art, and even adventurers and mercenaries in various places, even if they come out of the army, sword art will add their own things after the battle of the battle.

The young man in front of him is clearly a student taught in the training camp.

Bugat's identity is unique, and he understands them well.

But I did not expect Brando to shake his head: "No, my ancestor was actually a Highland knight. But now I go out to work alone, without bringing obedience, you also see, I want to join you for a while, because This is good for both of us. I have no other purpose. If you have any ideas, that's all there is to it. "He thought for a moment, but still didn't directly point out the identity of Buga, so as not to cause suspicion on the other side.

The man with the explorer's hat standing next to Buga heard the answer, and a kind smile appeared on his face: "We would be happy to accept your proposal, but the mercenary regiment does not carry any burden, sir. You should understand. "

Brando glanced at Buga and understood 80% of it. "I understand, so please come forward, who do I want to fight with. I think I have defeated a person. According to the written rules, such tests should not be more than three times." As a player who travels all year round, Brando has written about written Is no less familiar than any scholar who has studied this code.

Macaroo and Buga glanced at each other.

Then the tall man took off the great sword and replied lightly: "Then let me try you, young man."

Sure enough! Brando couldn't help but take a deep breath. He looked at Buga, who had a thin face, but wasn't nervous, but was choked by an excitement. "Yeah, I don't know how powerful Buga is at the moment. But it is a good idea to test how strong you are at this moment with this future sword lord." Brando couldn't help eagerly trying it out. .

He raised his sword and felt that every cell in his body was burning.

Bugatti died long before he became a 130th-level fighter. In fact, Brando's great regret was that he had not been able to fight with the big sword lord in his mind before he grew up. Buga was once his target, although he also enlightened the silver body. , But ultimately missed the opportunity to fight with the sword master.

But he did not expect that when time returned to this moment, he accidentally won another opportunity like this.

Although it is true that he is not yet a swordsman with outstanding sword skill at the moment, Brando knows that his understanding of the fighting art of warriors will not be lower than anyone. Just like at this moment, he was once again his veteran soldier of level 130 and 30-Brando looked up, his eyes bright as if burning.

The sword in the hands of the young man was lifted.

The tenth-level military swordsmanship is not just a simple explanation of a high-level basic swordsmanship at this moment. The natural momentum has captured everyone around in an instant. Such a momentum, Brando was once in his grandfather I have seen it, of course, this momentum in him does not make people feel like suffocation like Linyuan Cliff.

But it was enough to shock the mercenaries around.

"Master-level understanding, okay, military swordsmanship." Buga's eyes glowed slightly. "I'm qualified to fight me."