Vol 3 Chapter 8

Territory of Act Eight (2)

"It's more than important."

Brando said, taking the ring from Flo's hand gently. He carefully looked at the staggered sword pattern on the ring, his fingers rubbing against the cold brass edge, and he felt a slight touch in his heart—the secondary snake ring, the wind behind the ring, the flame ring and the warrior ring—on the three sides of the magic triangle area. The positions have been filled, and he remembers that in the past games, he has also completed this feat in the year of St. White Griffin (GP 378). The magical charms in the Amber Sword are so rare, even those legendary mb warriors may not have their own equipment until three months later.

In contrast, in addition to the weapon on hand, the remote spare weapon has a brass-grade shale bow and the matching soul vector. There are only ten magic ornaments, such as the Rock Corps necklace, the flame star, and the food. Ghost Necklace Three necklaces and four rings, in addition to Lion Heart Medal, Element Bracelet and three amulets, not to mention the soul diamond and black wood statues made by yourself, the magic item reserve is only the first Black Rose War In this season just now, from the player's perspective, it is not rich.

However, it was a pity that he had never obtained a core equipment in the true sense-such as powerful equipment that can change the role and composition of a character-but his own face was so dark that he could do it. This step knows enough to be proud. This is because of the presence of Furrow in the team. Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking back and glanced at the sister among the wild elf sisters.

"What?" Fro asked. "Lord Lord."

Brando shook his head without answering, and he had put the ring on the index finger of his left hand. After wearing the ring, the data on the retina is constantly changing. The three skills of Outburst, White Raven Sword Art, and Frontal Breakout all gain a +1 extra level, which is quickly fixed as: Power Outburst (10 + 1) level, White Raven Sword Art (5 + 1) level, and Frontal Breakthrough (5+ 1) Level, in which the power burst gains the master's bonus after the tenth level, the attribute has changed to consume three times the physical strength in the next action, gaining 10% and an additional 15 energy level bonus. The white crow swordsmanship and frontal breakthrough have both obtained expert bonuses-Brando waved a sword to the left, and the wind pressure 'was' to leave the sword, but after leaving the sword, it no longer forms a complete half-moon shape as in the past. Instead, they splintered into a giant net-it went forward, and the giant net 'brushed' through the center of the courtyard, and the fish-scale blades flickered as if reflecting the light in the air, sparkling, they ripped apart. The layers of air swirled, the sword wind swept through, and then both looked at the tree with so many holes, leaving only the bare trunk dazed.

The shredded leaves fell to the ground.

"Damn, a wide range of attacks," Brando cursed inwardly. "Why didn't I know that there was such a perverted sword, did the Eleuin court still have this inheritance--"

"Sir." Furrow held the book and blinked, "This is court swordsmanship?"

"It's a coincidence," Brando replied.

He closed his sword, but saw two red and white figures coming. Akane and Medina were resting in the next room, hearing the wind pressure explosion sound created by Brando, they saw Brando and Furuo standing in the corridor a little stunned, and each other I glanced at it and asked in unison: "What's wrong, Lord Lord!"

"Nothing, just practice swords," Brando replied.

The red-haired girl frowned and looked at the bare ancient tree in the courtyard-she liked the tree because she felt an inexplicable quietness in the courtyard. Just like the leaf on her head, it always gives her a sense of peace of mind-but she opened her mouth and couldn't blame Brando, only looking at the young man with a little dissatisfaction A glance.

Brando looked at the red-haired girl, not seeing the dissatisfaction in the other's eyes, but said, "Just right, Akane. Come out with me."

"Go there?" The spear in the red-haired girl's hand loosened and froze slightly.

"Go inside Fir City first, and then leave the city."

"Just us?"

"It's about taking them with Clenthia," Brando replied.

"What about me," said Mattissa, placing her hand on her chest, and asking seriously: "Shall I go with me, Lord, Lord?"

"You stay in the city, Matissa," Brando looked at her, shaking his head. "The undead did not stay away after I retreated. I will leave some people in the city to guard against them. Battle, but the situation on the battlefield changes, and I have to take precautions. You and Shire stay in the city, two people are enough to deal with it. "

The Silver Elf Princess was not surprised, she just nodded quietly and stood back again. Akane glanced at her and thought about something but hesitated before she spoke. She lowered her spear and walked to Brando: "So we go there, Lord Lord?"

"Dungeon."

"Dungeon?"

...

The fir dungeon of Firthenburg is in line with most people's imagination of this kind of place. It is dark and gloomy, and the air is permeated with a rotting odor. Occasionally a mouse runs across the uneven slate floor-often larger than a cat . The fir tree castle was established in the Green Years, about 240 years ago. At that time, Eruin had to deal with the threats on the border. Therefore, this dungeon was originally built to detain those captured during the war. Barbarian among the forest.

But today, it is more used against those who cannot afford to pay taxes. Poor people, poachers, and little nobles who have offended Gruding are all arbitrarily charged with a crime-sometimes even this step is omitted and thrown here. This dark day usually lasts for several years in jail. Eruin's criminal law was formulated in the most difficult period of the kingdom. The provisions for the people of the lower classes have been hardly revised for centuries, and thus appear harsh and abnormal.

In fact, in the environment of the fir castle dungeon, there are not a few of them.

However, after an overnight battle, Brando had ordered Antitina to release most of the dungeon farmers who could not afford to pay the tax. Therefore, the usual crowded dungeon seemed a little quiet at this moment. Footsteps traversed the darkness of the silence, occasionally hitting a chain hanging from the ceiling, crackling.

Bo Lu keenly captured the footsteps, "Someone is here again." The old man calmed his breath—the footsteps were steady and powerful, and he maintained an unhurried uniform speed forward; not like a jailer The scattered steps, and since last night, the jailer in this dungeon seems to have changed a group of people. The footsteps of the newcomers are not like this, they look more like soldiers from the battlefield, calm and capable, but there are some slight differences-he suddenly moved his brow slightly.

Footsteps were near.

In his half-life dealings with the soldiers, he had an almost instinctive keenness for those with a killing breath on his body. He heard footsteps stopping not far away, and then there was a rattling noise in the darkness-it was the other person opening the door. That door leads to this area. The old man knew that there was only one prisoner in the area. He couldn't help thinking that the other party was looking for himself?

His heart could not help beating violently.

With a click, the iron chain fell to the ground. Sure enough, it didn't take long before the first rays of light passed through the corner and fell in front of his cell. Burrow stared greedily at the beam of light, even though the light stabbed tears in his eyes, but he remained motionless. He remembered how long he hadn't seen the light, and he hadn't even known it since he was caught in it.

Is it a lord?

But there was something good about the people of the Dennell family, he couldn't help but snorted softly in his heart.

But the flickering light of the torch was finally cast in, and Burrow moved, and he dropped his head to let his messy hair cover his face, motionless. But after only a while, he heard the voice of a gentle young man, which sounded like a thunder that made him have to look up. "Bair Hughesto, Lord King City, Wang Dang, I remember that you have already died in the chaos during the Everton rebellion?"

The old man looked up as if in magic, looking stiff and pale looking at this young man he never knew. The light of the torch in the other's hand stabbed him, but he couldn't help but speak with a husky voice. "Who ... are you?" Asked the old man. Brando was not wrong. He was Baru Housto, Lord King City, because the Kings suffered a fiasco in the last fight, and even the Duke Everton, the highest leader of the Kings at the time, was equally affected. Implicated in jail, not to mention his small role. At the time, he was told to flee the capital and lied to the outside that he had died in the night's riots-but because he was not an important role in the royal party, he escaped.

Later, he came to the border area of ​​the kingdom, hiding incognito, waiting for the resurgence of Wang Dang. But he did not expect to offend Gruddin for a trivial matter and was thrown into this dark dungeon. He thought he was going to spend the next half of his life, because a little role like him would not be noticed at all. I just didn't expect that there would be such a day, in this black cell, people would call out their original identity.

Even Gruddin didn't know his true identity.

It wasn't just him. When Frodo spoke, even Fro and Akane looked at him in surprise. It's as if the young Lord Lord always gives them a curious glance. The doubt of the two girls is that it seems that there are people whom the Lord Lord knows everywhere. A person with extensive knowledge can say that he knows well. And the interpersonal relationship is so extensive. You must know that Brando is only in his early twenties, and they seem to be a little bit evil. Unless it is as Antitina guessed, there is a huge and unimaginable family behind this Lord Lord.

But Brando only smiled slightly. "It doesn't matter who I am. I'm neither the King nor the Grand Duke of Elenc," he laughed. "And, it has nothing to do with the Jean-Denel family."

The old man who sat in the cell like a beggar looked for a moment and looked at him doubtfully: "Then you are ..."

"You can think of myself as a party, Master Bailu," Brando took the water bag from the mercenary behind him and handed it to the other party: "But my goal is the same as yours."

The old man glanced at him gratefully, and Brando's move gave him some peace of mind. He took a sip of the water bottle and asked, "What do you mean?"

"ZTE Eruin."

"ZTE Eluin?" Buru looked at the young man with suspicion, and put his water-dropped palm down like a tree branch. "Why not join the royal party and help the Corcova royal family?" He stopped suddenly and looked at the young man carefully. "Or do you stand on the side of the Siphach family?"

Brando shook his head. "I have my position," he replied, "I also have my way of doing things, but this is not important. I came to you to ask you to join me."

"What can a bad old man do for you?" The old man's eyes flashed and asked keenly.

"Master Beru, you are the master craftsman of Eruin, who is good at armor making and forging, I'm right," Brando asked.

"You want to raise a private soldier?" Burrow's eyes sank.

"almost."