Vol 2 Chapter 105

Chapter 105: The Snake Out of the Hole (4)

The four-headed hunting dragon walked through the darkness, and the faint shadow crossed the valley like running water, and the headed rider raised his hand high. The knights stopped after a sudden brake, turned their directions neatly, and then rolled over and dismounted. Brando pressed his hilt with one hand, his thigh crossed the saddle made of leather, and when he landed on one foot, he heard Roman on one side shaking his body on the back of the dragon-hunter and complained to him:

"Brando, it's so uncomfortable to ride this thing--" said the merchant girl frowning with a hand around her neck. "No excitement at all."

With a smile, Brando walked over and helped the lady come down from the dragon hunting, thinking that there would be no promise that would interest you—how could 'our Lord Romance' follow me obediently; dragon hunting as a biped Side by side reptiles, the spine will twist in an 's' shape when advancing. Riders riding on it will be better off if they have not undergone special training. Otherwise, he would waste dozens of points of experience and learn this technique from the lizard captives.

He had been fooled once in the game, would he step into the same pit again? However, the young man didn't look good at his female companion, and he couldn't bear it. He gently replied, "Go and take a rest." Anyway, in the next battle, Roman could not get involved.

"Then I'll go to sleep—" Roman jumped from his arm and blinked at him: "I will pray for you, Brando."

"Are you dreaming?" Brando asked angrily.

"Well, in the dream." The girl nodded earnestly, her bright eyes narrowed into an arc, and looked at him as if she had won a small victory and turned away-and from the forest Rubis came out side by side. Brando also smiled in his heart. He liked the optimistic attitude of a businessman and a girl regardless of adversity. At the time of the night in Butch, Roman's first move was deeply Attracted him.

It is undeniable that he inherited Brando's feelings, but the merchant girl conquered him as a modern person.

He took a breath, and the cold air infiltrated into his lungs immediately under the night, and a little bit of a hot head gradually calmed down. The young man saw the tiger finch again from the mercenaries he met. He froze and immediately made a 'go back' gesture to the veteran mercenary captain: "Go back and prepare, the enemy is less than five miles away from us. A little speed, more than two hundred lizards, I want this experience to be left intact. "Brando didn't like to say too much nonsense before the war started, and it has been made clear to speak, this is only a small one It's just an ambush.

Compared to the past in the game, even a slightly larger team activity is not comparable.

"Experience?" When Sandford rolled back from the dragon-hunting dizzyly, he only caught the word he didn't understand. The tiger sparrow glanced at the young man and froze his mouth. In fact, he has long been surprised at some strange words that pop up from time to time in his lord population, not just him, but some people who have been with Brando for a long time. Get used to it and learn a lot.

"I mean the enemy," Brando replied solemnly.

The silver elf commander glanced at him, his corners twitched slightly.

Brando's order was quickly executed--

The group returned to the forest on the hillside, and the young man began to deploy tactics. Facing the clustered enemies in their early 20s, Brando decided to adopt the method they used most in the past game-divide and conquer. He hides in the woodland with the tiger sparrow and the silver elf commander, and looks down at the silver elf guards and mercenaries in order to enter the predetermined position in turn-as the most professional warriors from the battle of the saints, the elves have their armor Matte processing by experienced elven craftsmen does not worry about reflecting in the moonlight. Most of the mercenaries are dressed in lightweight leather armor, and even the chain armor is painted black, let alone this worry.

The elves squatted in rows behind the bushes and pressed their two-headed swords with one hand. For the same reason, the swords were buried with dead leaves. About thirty feet behind them, the mercenaries each leveled the short bow or crossbow in their hands nervously, and they dare not speak out. In fact, Brando did not want any casualties in this battle, so he let the Elf Guard serve as a melee striker, while the mercenaries were only responsible for remote suppression and killing.

His subconscious behavior in order to reduce the unit loss, in the eyes of the newly joined gray wolf mercenaries, has become a sympathetic performance. Although the past "Maned Wolf" Macaroo can bring them victory again and again, as a noble commander, their common problem is to treat the number of their own casualties as just a number. In Warnd, whose productivity far surpassed the earth's medieval era, ample populations would always be a consumption figure in the eyes of commanders in the war.

However, Brando was born in the game. As a player, each of their npc deployments was exchanged for real money, and some were obtained from special missions. It can be said that each of them was hard-won, naturally. Can't bear to consume it like cannon fodder.

Of course, Brando didn't realize that his subconscious move had mobilized the loyalty of the new wolf mercenary who joined him. He just took the pocket watch out of his arms and estimated the time slightly:

At least an hour.

He exhaled softly, shaking his body to make himself warmer in the cold forest before dawn. But I couldn't help but have some funny, but it was only a small battle again and again, he even got a little nervous, since he joined Grace's God of Arms Guild and battled Madara, that time was not commanding three or four What kind of big scene have you never seen before? Even before crossing into this world, he was still laughing at the shrinking novices, but he did not expect that one day he would behave like a recruit who joined the battle for the first time.

However, if I think about it this way, I can't help feeling a little blood speeding up when I look through the woodland covered with gray and white moonlight. This is indeed not his first battle in this world, but it has been so long since he has been hidden in a forest all night, just to wait for the enemy / hostile guild members to pass.

He watched the dim green numbers projecting on his retina constantly changing. He knows that thing. In the past games, they called it the distance plug-in, which is used to calculate the penalty value of casting and shooting distance, but at this moment it seems that it is not true. Brando hesitated, and simply tuned out his attributes and familiarized himself:

Strength 19.4 (+0.1), dexterity 10.9 (+1.1), constitution 21.2 (+2), intelligence 1.1, will 3.6 (+1), and perception 3.9.

(* The source of the attributes in the brackets or other channels is included in the total attributes-)

The attribute has been infinitely close to the silver strength. As long as he raises one level, Brando is confident that he can enter that field. But he is stronger than the basic attributes. Obviously, his skills are much better in this life than in the previous life. The white crow swordsmanship and the burst of power can be said to be the most advanced skills in the combat system. One. Now Brando can hardly imagine how he survived by relying on only a few basic skills when he was in the 20th level of the last life. At this moment, with his experience and skills, it is almost easy to fight against enemies at the same level. He has estimated his true strength, and even if he does not rely on those experiences and skills, he can still reach the level near the middle reaches of the silver downstream. Of course, if you use his experience in the past games, it will be impossible to measure, facing different enemies-he may be able to beat even the golden level, but for those particularly tricky, sometimes experience and skills are not useful Already.

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned back and asked, "Your combat skills come from the Holy Land?"

The silver elf commander froze slightly, then looked at him with some vigilance.

"Don't worry, I know your rules. I'm not interested in your elf warfare, just a casual question." Brando thought that of course I was interested, but you wouldn't fool me if you didn't have enough reputation.

"Even if I tell you, you can't learn it. The silver elves' fighting skills are tailored to my people, humans." The silver elves turned indifferently.

Brando scorned the other person in his heart, thinking that the guy who was as cold as an iceberg on the surface would tell the truth. If he does n’t know, it ’s fine, but unfortunately the silver elf commander probably does n’t know, he has learned the silver elf's combat skills before, and there is more than one. But young people certainly wouldn't say it, just smiled, "Don't say it so ruthlessly, you call that Mines, right? Have you experienced the battle of the Holy One?"

The silver elf gave him a glance and didn't understand how the topic turned to this, but nodded.

"Have you learned dark combat techniques?"

"No." Namenes replied decisively, and glanced at Brando coldly, moving his lips but still holding back. In fact, there is only one type of silver elves who has studied dark warfare, and that is the Dark Elf Legion that has been put into the Dark Dragon. Although he thinks that Brando deliberately ridiculed him, the Silver Elf commander thought about it, Tell yourself that the other person is just accidentally lost.

Few people in this era should know some of the secrets of that era.

But Namenes didn't know that Brando was one of those few. Although he didn't know his current status, he was still not a 'human'. After all, there will not be two souls in a person's body, and some strange numbers will appear on the retina. Namenes was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "Do you really want to learn, human?"

Brando's turn was dazed this time, and he opened his mouth, for a moment he didn't know how to answer. Do you really want to teach? Aren't you playing with me?

Brando clearly remembers that the reputation of the silver elves is the hardest to beat-