Vol 2 Chapter 88

Episode 88 The Dead and the King (3)

The Ghost Rider has already noticed the movement here. It turned the horse's head silently, pointed a spear, and at night it seemed like air wrapped in a layer of ice and mist rolled immediately to both sides, forming a vacuum banded area. Brando immediately pushed the tiger finch away, and rolled over to the other side, banging, banging, and banging three times. The vacuum area moved forward, and the tall trees blocking it burst in sequence—like an invisible knife. Splitting it out, sawdust flying.

The Ghost Rider dropped his hand, and a path more than ten feet wide appeared in the forest, and there was no barrier between Brando and it.

Spirit Gun.

I'm relying on it, I need to zoom in as soon as I come up! Brando couldn't help cursing. He wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, thinking that he was so knowledgeable. He saw that the ghost knight raised his right hand and found that it was wrong—the spirit gun has a defensive attribute, and Like his Sword of White Ravens, it has the ability to increase the attack range. If they did not dodge in time before, it is estimated that he and the tiger sparrow will only have two cold corpses. As for the stranger, they are entitled to be one. Just a joke.

The tiger sparrow is also terribly nervous. He has only heard about the terribleness of the ghost knight in the legend, but when he really faced it, he found that the opponent was more difficult than imagined. He couldn't help but spit, thinking that he would fight like a hairy boy in his middle age, and the world was really changing fast. He couldn't help but take a look at Brando, but saw the young man's resolute face, seemingly unmoved by the sharp attacks of the ghost knight, and could not help taking a breath.

"We can't beat it." After all, the tiger bird is an old mercenary with rich experience in combat. He instantly discerned the contrast between the enemy and me, and then lay on the other side and yelled at Brando.

But Brando only gave him a quiet gesture.

He raised his short bow with both hands-the young man could now see the appearance of the terrible undead-it was like a classic knight coming down from the scrolls of the masters of modern Warnder, wearing Gothic plate armor , The whole body is shrouded in a layer of fluorescent light. Even the sitting horse is no exception, but it is not a horse, but an evil spirit. The gun in the knight's hand was like a long silver shuttle, which was held tightly in the middle by the hand, the long tip pointed to the ground, and it seemed that a transparent silver thread extended from the end.

That is the error caused by the soul elements lingering on the spear.

After coming into contact with Jin Zhijie, whether warrior, mage, knight, or other professions, they began to show more or less elemental power.

The tiger sparrow rose from the ground, trying to stop Brando's next move, trying to pull him back. From the point of view of the mercenary captain, the lord or summoner is crazy, they are not the monster's opponent at all. The strength shown by that ghost knight has far exceeded his knowledge of ordinary gold inferiors.

But Brando turned a deaf ear to his shout, and the young man put on a silver vector, aimed slightly, and then released the string.

Frost cracked a stunned arc flying over the ghost knight's head and slammed behind it, but a sliver of silver mist just rubbed slightly over the monster's left shoulder, where a hoarfrost condensed . Brando couldn't help but blushed and coughed to conceal his embarrassment-he remembered that he now only has one weapon mastery, and he is no longer an expert warrior who used to take more than 40 bows Already. However, even though the exploded Bingya still slowed the ghost knight's movements, although it was extremely limited, the spear it swayed for the second time was still off. Looking back-I saw the tree crown disappearing behind for a moment, leaving only the bare stump.

He opened his mouth and could barely breathe. Rubis mercenaries are brave and good wars, but this battle has exceeded his knowledge. Is this goods humanoid self-propelled artillery?

Three seconds.

Realizing that the tiger bird wasn't paying attention to his shooting problem, Brando was relieved, and at the same time he meditated in his heart, and put his fingers on the short bow again. The Spirit Gun consumes the soul fire extremely. The Ghost Rider will cool down after two consecutive casts. This is not the first time that he has dealt with this type of undead, so he knows well before he can calm down. He straightened his short bow, and this time extended the aiming time. This behavior seemed to the bird's **** to be dead, but Brando was half-knelt on the ground like a stone statue—not moving.

He has three seconds.

The second ice cracking vector came out and still missed. The third one hit the ghost knight's waist-after the silver crushed ice powder exploded, the gray mist covered its half body. Brando saw from the readings on his retina that he had caused 13 points of damage, which was almost equivalent to fur for the ghost rider, but the armor was covered with frost, which prolonged the undead's firing and closing delays by 12.5% ​​each.

The effect of Ice Breaking Ya is the same as in memory, and Brando breathes a sigh of relief. Although the Ghost Rider is a spirit body, Magic Vector is also not a physical attack, so it does not suffer the loss penalty. Unfortunately, a pair of elements makes the sister itself too low, otherwise the opponent's shot rate will be reduced by at least half. But that's enough, anyway, there are four points in hand.

"It turned out to be effective?" The tiger bird is also old-fashioned, although he can't see the data as intuitively as Brando, but the ghost knight moves slowly, and he immediately sees the clue.

"Crap." Brando said angrily, and he knew that the guy who stayed could only hinder himself.

"But even then we are not its opponents, Lord Lord."

"So what?"

"Let's retreat. I'd rather go play a match against the Blackfire than this guy!" Huque shouted.

Brando didn't bother to care about him, he just stretched out his hand and threw another bundle of cyan magic vector to the tiger bird. The captain of the mercenary took it subconsciously, took a moment and asked, "What?"

"Crap, of course, help me. Are you staying for soy sauce?"

Although the tiger bird doesn't know what it means to soy sauce, it can also guess that Brando is dissatisfied with his previous performance. This mercenary captain has a rare blush, but he can't help but feel defamatory. He thought that everyone is the same as Lord Lord, can you face these horrors and die, and the guys like humanoid artillery can't change their ears face to face, and don't know if this is bold or foolish.

However, if you think about it this way, the Rubis who have become mercenaries for generations still adore the brave and brave warriors. He didn't say this about his caller, but naturally he thought of convincing himself.

At this moment Brando had fired a fourth ice split in three seconds. This one hit the ghost knight's right shoulder, causing its armor to be covered with a thick layer of ice crystals. The efficiency of the ghost knight has been reduced by more than 30%. At this time, most people may be gleeful to shoot the water dog, but the young man silently dragged his mercenary captain and ran.

He had just left his front foot, and behind him the ghost knight and its evil spirit mount turned and accelerated after a turn—not a general acceleration pursuit, but the most commonly used skill of knights and warriors—charge.

Brando also launched the charge.

One person and one undead is like a black line and a silver line chasing each other in the forest. Although there is only a moment, the scene is really beautiful. It's as if a striking dark white canvas stretches indefinitely along a black straight line on a still dark canvas. The picture is still, time is still, everything is still, but the two lines are always forward.

One chase and one escape.

When Brando stopped, Tiger Sparrow was almost speechless: "Master, that's ..."

"Assault, a knight's required skill." Brando glanced at him. "As a battle-hardened Rubis mercenary, I don't even know this."

"No, I mean, Lord, how did you know it would charge at that time ..."

"Ah, I'm in the mountains of Olkash, and the main opponent of the cavalry is the ghost rider. Haven't I told you this story?" Brando answered absently, in fact he was so nervous he didn't even know he What he was talking about was a life-threatening battle. To be honest, he was scared to his heart. He turned his head and saw that the ghost knight stopped at almost the same time--the beautiful, elegant and nearly pure monster, his slender, silver-clad gloves tightening the reins, and two pale lumens under his mask. Flame, looking at this direction.

That look also seemed to be an inquiry-who are you? Looks like a tricky opponent? Where are you from

Before the two started chasing and escaping, they were almost 100 meters apart, but at this moment it was only 50 meters. Brando found that his expected error was no more than one meter.

He is almost fighting by instinct.

Warrior instinct.

...

In fact, it wasn't just Tiger Tiger that didn't believe him. When two straight lines divided the forest in two, Antinina couldn't help whispering. The mercenaries behind her were silent—Brando and the Ghost Rider acted exactly the same as they judged, as if the latter could not escape the eyes of the former. In fact, they reacted almost a second after this scene happened, how thrilling everything happened before.

Roman pursed his lips, his gaze stared in that direction, and a small layer of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"If the young generation of the highland knights of Karasu are like this, then Eruin is already a first-rate power!" The nobleman took a short breath: "This liar ..."

But in fact Brando is not as optimistic as her, the ghost knight is fast, the opponent's charge still has a minute to cool down, and the soul fire is also becoming vigorous again, not to mention its big move is far more than that. As soon as the young man stopped, he immediately made a gesture with the tiger sparrow and let the latter keep up. The two quickly circled into a lowland in the middle of the valley. The staggered rocks prevented the ghost rider from taking advantage of riding.

But Brando did not retreat blindly. The utility of Ice Break is to win time for him. Now he needs to use the time he has won--

"Tiger."

"in."

"Use the wind."

"what?"

Brando made a gesture, and the latter hesitated, immediately comprehending it.

Although the mercenary captain had been opposed to fighting this monster, at this moment, he found that he seemed to be subconsciously involved in the battle.