Vol 2 Chapter 157

Day 157: Daybreak (10)

The violent flashes even penetrated the enchantment formed by the power of the soul, as if the whole space was shaking, the sound of thunder was rolling, and an electric ring swept across in all directions-

There was a sound of electric current, and he suddenly felt strangely to the young man who was the undead Lord Kabais. He looked down at the fluffs on his woolen coat and raised his head again, on the black trench coat On the streets and even on the buildings and ruins on both sides, an arc suddenly appeared and then disappeared. The blue and white electric sparks extended along all the conductors, making a crackling crackle.

Brando froze slightly, feeling instinctively wrong.

He looked back, but there was still calmness in the fog ahead, but this strange silence gave him a hint of vigilance. He walked forward, and as soon as he moved, Carbice followed, and the tall bones clawed out of the ruins and stopped in front of him. Brando raised his eyelid and glanced at the guy, and asked angrily, "Why, haven't you learned enough?"

Kabais cracked the jawbone and smiled silently. "Maybe give it a try."

The young man's face sank, and a long sword popped out of the sheath. This was Akane's sword, and he felt a little lighter. But even so, his mere sword-out action forced Kabais to take a step back. It can be seen that the undead lord was very taboo about his weird elements, but decided to leave him here.

Brando frowned, and Carbice's slyness was beyond his expectation. He was really afraid to attack without being sure what was going on ahead. There is a white deer statue in his hand that can be used to detect, but the undead wizard Roscoe, who is hidden in the dark, is far deeper than him in magical accomplishments, and playing this kind of trick in front of the other party may not be good .

Why didn't Medisa report the situation?

The induction in Brando's mind turned to the front, but it was as if his gaze entered the mist, without any response. He took a breath, and at this time, a familiar, weak voice finally sounded in his heart:

"Lord Lord, time is limited, I'll make a long story short. There is also an undead general, very strong, cough ... he's called Bai ..." This was the voice of Matissa.

But the sound stopped abruptly.

White?

The name made a loud noise in Brando's head. Why is this guy here? When he thought of the cold metal mask behind the name, the cold hair behind him couldn't help standing upright. If he was not wrong, only one of the generals in Instaron's camp would be called like this: the black knight, one of the four knights of the apocalypse, and the judge, Bai Tiamas Juyue. But this guy is Targus's deputy, shouldn't Targus and Madara fight the southern legion of Eruin further south? What is going on here?

If it was just to sign a covenant with Grudin and even let Denel, there is no need for such a heavyweight figure, what kind of conspiracy are these conspiracy undeads planning here?

Brando flashed countless thoughts in his head for a while, and the appearance of Bai made him a little overwhelmed, but the young man at least remained apparently calm. He raised his head, looked at Carbais coldly, and then approached with a long sword—the light of the pale yellow soul fire flashed in the eyes of the tall skeleton, it didn't seem to understand why Brando suddenly changed. You have to be impulsive. But its only task is to stop this young man.

Carbius was slightly stunned, and he had grasped the short spear in his paw.

Facing this difficult guy, Brando grinds his teeth. Now the situation is reversed. He has no time to entangle with this guy here. He lowered his face and said coldly, "Kabais, if you still want to return to the hills of the dead to run your own territory, I will give You have a chance. "In a hurry, Brando didn't mind calling out the boss.

The flames flashed in Kabaisi's eyes: "Are you familiar with us?"

As if Brando hadn't heard it, he threw the sword away; ‘when’ a sound of metal colliding with the ground, and then the young man looked up at the opponent and said nothing.

Seems like looking at a dead object.

Kabais cracked the jawbone and smiled sarcastically, "Why, young human, do you want to surrender?"

"Kabais, you idiot, watch out--" Roscoe's voice came from the street.

"how?"

"Be careful, he has magic waves!" The young undead wizard reminded indignantly.

Carpaths froze and couldn't help looking at the immobile Brando. But while guarding against the opponent's sudden shot, he stretched out the fingers with only the knuckles left and pointed forward: "You mean, this young man in his early twenties is not only a gold-level swordsman, he is also a wizard Roscoe, aren't you studying psychics and being stupid? "The tall bone skeleton asked in a playful tone.

Rothko's voice went silent, in fact he felt a little impossible. Because even if you are a natural candidate, you can never do everything. Some people may be gifted, but time is always limited. A gold-level swordsman in his early twenties also comes with a wizard's identity, which is nothing short of horrible. I am afraid that only those sages in the battle of the saints had such strength.

But what kind of existence does the sage have?

The King of Fire, Gilt, Saint Osor after the Wind, Grand Priest Faenza, Saint Elanta, the four sages who led the tribe to defeat the Dark Dragon in the Battle of the Saint, which was not the one who ruled True king. Even the Loki, the eternal prince who unified Madara with a mercury rod, could only bow his head in front of these people, and it was difficult to look down on him in terms of strength and reputation.

Only Rothko and Cabez did not guess, they did not read it wrong, but the magic wave of Brando did not come from the wizard--

It's a travelling mage.

Brando lowered his eyelids and silently retrieved his own element pool. In fact, since he first opened the element pool, his element pool has basically not changed: ten elements of fire, eight elements of other elements, and still no light and dark elements. Pool. Looking at such an almost semi-disabled pool of elements, the young man couldn't help sighing secretly-relying on such a meagre power, he couldn't change the situation at all-Brando closed his eyes and exhaled for a long time.

So, there is only one way left.

And at the same time. When Carbais saw Brando close his eyes and stood still, instead of taking the initiative to attack, he stepped back a little bit, with some uncertainty; in the previous battle between the young man and him, That weird element caused the psychological shadow of this tall skull to be too deep. Although the undead did not have the emotion of fear, they also did not have the habit of sending the door to teach each other.

Especially the high-ranking undead lords such as Kabais, first of all, the conservative nobility of the dark aristocracy did not allow it to do so.

"The magic is converging, Kabais." Rothko finally couldn't help but speak. The magic that surrounds Brando has broken the limit of the magic that a middle-level wizard can have. He goes straight to the advanced level, and sees that he will break the boundary between black iron and silver. Kabaz made a rattling sound in his chest, and he answered angrily: "I know, I feel it too, don't worry--"

Indeed, the silver first-level wizard had nothing to worry about.

However, a gold-level swordsman, and also a silver-level sorcerer, such a scene still made this pair of undead partners for a moment wonder what language should be used to describe their ideas. Rothko even wondered if the trouble of coming here to find this young man was a wrong choice, the potential is unlimited! He couldn't believe that he could really witness the birth of such a genius.

But Brando finally opened his eyes again, and his light brown eyes were calm. At that moment, Rothko and Cabez felt keenly that the young man's momentum had changed. No longer is the coldness brought about by the factors, but a state of containing everything-

"At four o'clock, the Matatanians called it: dark and dormant, a stage where everything is rested," Brando raised his eyelids and glanced at the tall General Skeleton: "I remember correctly, The undead call it the midnight day, the darkest hour of the day. I'm not mistaken, Kabais? "

"what?"

Kabais held his spear tightly in his hand, and made a meaningless syllable from his chest.

"It's nothing," Brando shook his head. "I just want to say that the world is indeed dark before the sun grows—" He raised his hand and threw it forward--in the eyes of Cabaz et al. One thing, but Brando really seemed to have thrown a shimmering card of destiny: "But darkness is also good for me!"

The cards landed on the ground.

"Destiny Card: Rubis's mercenary, discard the library, reset it into play!"

The Wind Elemental Pool was emptied in an instant. Then in the shocked eyes of Kabais and Roscoe, twelve mercenaries appeared along with twelve French arrays showing the streets one after another, and the newly recruited Rubis mercenaries looked at each other and didn't understand it What exactly happened. But only the tiger bird responded first, and he immediately asked in his heart:

"Sir, what's the matter, have you reset the deck?"

Brando nodded.

But Kabais glanced over these mercenaries one by one, and the fire of soul in his eyes shook slightly: "I didn't expect you to be a summoner, a young human. With the strength of the silver ranks, summon 12 black I have never seen such a summoning spell on an iron-tiered combat creature. You are really not an ordinary person, Brando, or Viscount Gunstein. But— "The tall bones turned sharp, and it was hoarse and low. "Isn't it that you can change the situation by adding 12 more Black Iron combat forces?"

Kabais shook his head and sneered silently.

It's just that the young man didn't seem to hear it. He had a long time in his mind, and he turned his head, his eyes fell on the sisters of the wild elves--