Vol 3 Chapter 63

Act Sixty-three King of the Underground (fourteen) (second more) (please support, ignore no one.)

"Ah!" The girl beside Ke Wen whispered.

But on the other side Akane's eyes flashed a doubtful light.

The old swordsman did not retreat. He raised his sword in his right hand for the first time and slammed against Evarian's huge warhammer. "Ding" A piercing, sharp sound pierced the whole arena. Everyone couldn't help but subconsciously closed their eyes and covered their ears.

But the next moment, the juveniles in the cage were surprised to find that Kuran swept away the warhammer in Evarian's hand.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind: this is impossible!

Brando's heart was a heavy jump. He had expected that Couran had been hiding power, and he waited for the final blow. But what really surprised him was that when the old man hit backhand, only he and Matissa could see the blue light flashing on the other's right index finger.

Wind bullet!

Brando subconsciously glanced at the same ring on his index finger of his right hand. Although the fake of the ring after the wind spreads across Warnd, but it is also a coincidence?

He was a little lost, and missed a scene in which Kuran took a quick step forward to lift Evarian's helmet and pierce his opponent's throat. By the time he returned to God, the body of the Dwarf Lord had disappeared into white light. But the old man was also uncomfortable. The sword he was eager to achieve made him punch each other in the chest. Evarian's hand armor was full of metal spikes. That punch not only penetrated and injured the lungs, but also damaged His chest was bewildered.

But what really killed him was his physical exhaustion. After the old man won the victory, he couldn't support it. He supported it on the ground with a sword, and he recovered for a while.

Kuran then pointed outside and closed the door with one of the teenagers.

"Come out, Joca, why are you here?" The old man gasped.

"Captain Kuran?"

The teenagers were stunned, and they were at a loss for a moment, wondering why Kuran would save them first? But they didn't know that the captain was not in the same group as Brando.

The old man coughed, and he was badly injured. He died on the average person long ago. But he wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, all blood, but he didn't care.

"Well, stay aside." He waved to the teenagers. "What does this matter have to do with you, I'll ask you later."

Choka and Maherton were dumb. Although Kuran rescued them, they were seized in two batches. Now Ke Wen and several other companions are still being kept in cages--but it seems that Kuran rescued them just to understand why the whole thing happened, and the elderly security captain does not seem to intend to carry out the next challenge. Already.

In fact, everyone knows that the elderly can no longer continue to fight.

Even though Maher and Ke Wen often sneer at each other, these teenagers have a deep relationship with each other, and it is a bit difficult for them to give up their companions.

What's hard to accept? They can't help but stand there in a panic.

"You go first, Joca." The thin teenager didn't have much panic on his face, just said so to his companions.

"Cowen."

"How much you can do is counted, and the rest, I think of it myself."

"What is it?" Joka asked.

"I don't know," Ke Wen answered truthfully.

But Kuran didn't care what these teenagers were saying. He knew Joca and Maher just because he was familiar. However, in his eyes, this was just a group of unscrupulous businessmen in the town of Shaflund, which really did not reach his vision.

"Mortal, do you continue to challenge?"

A huge and majestic voice rang in the air over the gladiatorial field--

"Do not!"

The old man refused the next challenge, he limped towards the gladiatorial field, and said loudly to Brando, "How about the boy of the Tobs?"

Brando looked here and shrugged.

But the old man came over, and threw the sword in his hand to Brando: "Then, this sword is lent to you-it's your turn. Let me see if the old stubborn descendant has grown!"

Then he looked at Brando up and down: "You are his son?" He shook his head, "Not quite like, grandson? But it looks like you are not too early in your twenties, and you have already entered the gold field. From It's not too bad for that guy to be-- "

"There is no dog in the gate." Kurland shook his head, as if lamenting that he had no descendants.

Upon hearing this sentence, Brando almost shook his hands and threw out the sword that he had just caught. What does it mean that he has entered the golden realm, and from this point, he doesn't hesitate to let your grandfather do --- He never Knowing that my grandfather was a golden-level swordsman-no, wait!

It should be said that according to the other party's words, I am afraid that it is far more than just the gold level! He knew his own affairs. It was the reason why he entered the gold from the white position in just six months, but if his grandfather also entered the gold around 20 years old, then he must be at least an apocalypse!

Brando patted his head, and the message made him a little unacceptable. In his memory of this world, his grandfather's generation moved to Braggs from a foreign family. As for where he came from, he didn't know, and Brando never asked.

All I know is that my grandfather used the money he bought to buy a piece of land in Butch, and then built a mill on the outskirts of Braggs. Although he had no background, his life was not so tight.

Otherwise, a young man like Brando, at this age, would either go to the field or be an apprentice, and he would not be able to travel to Butch to live alone.

Now that I think of it, my grandmother really doesn't look like a girl in the ordinary family, because she not only reads, but also knows a lot. The mother is a Cartier brother, born in a local noble family, his status is even more prominent-

To be honest, Brando wasn't wondering why a noble daughter married his own father. It must be known that no matter how rich a miller is, the gap between bloodline and identity is generally insurmountable.

Brando thought for a while, and suddenly found that the soul in his body didn't seem to understand his family and background at all.

He pressed the doubt in his heart, and raised his eyebrow slightly: "Do you know him?"

"Having dealt with him for a while, the old stubborn," the old man replied, "I was just a young man about the same age as you, and only came out of the countryside of Togo, saying that he was a knight, but he was actually a wild boy. Your grandfather, however, graduated from aristocratic non-commissioned colleges and came from a regular science class. He was not afraid of jokes. At that time, I had been a subordinate of him for a while— "

He wanted to continue, but at this time the huge voice over the gladiator field interrupted the conversation between the two:

"The next challenger!"

Kuran raised his head and glanced over the gladiatorial arena.

Brando also put away his mind. A person may encounter all kinds of people in his life, but often only a few people will leave an impression in your heart after decades, often remembered through a small connection . He guessed that the relationship between them was not as simple as Kuran said. Besides, he looked at his index finger on his right hand. The two identical rings made his doubts deepen.

At the beginning, he was puzzled in Butch. The fake of the ring after the wind is no longer ordinary and will not fall into the hands of an ordinary miller, and when he asked the sister-in-law in Prague, the latter had a strange attitude. Also called him suspicious.

It was only that this doubt was put on hold, but today, the reminder of the old man reappeared before him.

He looked at Kuran, thinking that as long as the old man was still in his hands, then he had a chance to understand all this. It seemed that himself—or rather, Brando ’s grandfather—was not a simple man.

Brando then met Metisha and he said in his heart, "Come on."

The little silver elf princess replied in her heart: "Yes, Lord Lord."

The two then walked side by side towards the court, and on this walk, the entire gladiatorial court calmed down.

Two people? Those teenagers were okay, but Utta and Kuran stayed for a while, but they knew that Brando's and Metisha's strengths were at least gold or above, which didn't look right.

"You two?" The old man hurriedly stopped them behind.

Brando didn't answer.

And naturally Metisha would not say a word, but followed the young man slowly to the center of the venue. After the two stood, they waited there quietly.

But Kuran guessed the origin of the little silver elf princess just a moment, and he suddenly remembered that the power of the element displayed by Metissia when fighting him was clearly 'soul'.

However, there is only one type of being in this world that uses the soul as its elemental power, and that is the undead of Madara.

Undead!

The old man suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Metissa was so disregarded during the landslide, because the undead had no fear at all. But why did the young man follow him? The first thing he thought of was the necromancer, but this was obviously incorrect.

First, a golden-level undead wizard said that he could not summon an undead of equal strength. Second, Brando's eyes did not have the purple or cyan light representing the fire of the soul.

Suddenly, Coolan took a breath, "The Spirit!" He immediately guessed whether Brando would be a trainee of the Temple and a knight?

The Yan Family Knights are the strongest fighting power of the Temple of Yan, belonging to the eleventh rank-each Yan Family Knight is accompanied by the soul of an ancient hero from the War of the Saints. These heroes were once The knight who followed Gilt, the king of the flames-The poetry of Cang records that Gilt, the king of the flames, has 232 knights, so the establishment of the knights of the Yan family has never exceeded two hundred.

But he immediately shook his head, and there were no silver elves among the knights who followed Gilt, the flame king.

The old man was wondering, and the teenagers on the gladiatorial side were also whispering:

"It's over." Choka couldn't help sighing as soon as Brando and Matisa entered the field.

"Can you say two more words of frustration, what's the end, hasn't this started?" Although he wasn't sure if the other party would save Ke Wen, Maher first wrinkled unhappyly when he heard what his companion said Frowned.

"You forgot?" Choka turned back and said, "If you surpass that black iron level strength, you can't play both together. What does this mean?"

Mahlton suffocated, which certainly shows that Brando is actually a guy with little strength! They couldn't help looking at Ke Wen in the cage. The skinny teenager's face didn't show any expression, but the girl beside him was bleak.

"Damn, I didn't expect this guy to be an embroidered pillow!" Maherton said angrily, "It's futile, I thought he was so good!"

"Don't you always say he's not great, Maher?" Someone whispered.

But of course this sentence in exchange for this big boy stared fiercely.

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