Act 105 Leads the Snake Out of the Hole (Chapter 1 and Thanks)

The four hunting dragons walked through the darkness, their faint shadows like flowing water across the valley, and the rider at the head raised his hand high. The knights stopped after a sudden braking, turned around in unison, and then turned and dismounted. Brando's hand pressed the hilt of his sword, his thigh over the saddle of unknown leather, and when he landed on one foot, he heard Roman on the side of him swaying on the back of the dragon and complaining to him:

"Brando, it's so uncomfortable to ride this thing—" said the merchant girl with one hand on her neck and frowning, "It's not exciting at all." ”

Brando smiled, and walked over to help the young lady off the back of the dragon, thinking to himself that there would be no one that would interest you—how could 'our Lord Roman' go with me, as a two-legged reptile with an 'S' twist on its spine as it advances, and that the rider on it would be better off if he hadn't been specially trained. Otherwise, he would have wasted dozens of experience to learn this technique from the lizardfolk captives.

He'd been fooled once in the game before, and he'd step into the same pit again. However, the young man saw that his female companion's face was not very good, and he was a little unbearable, and replied gently, "You go and take a rest." "Anyway, in the next battle, Roman can't intervene.

"Then I'll go to sleep—" Roman jumped off his arm and winked at him, "I'll pray for you, Brando." ”

"In a dream?" Brando asked angrily.

"Yes, in a dream." The girl nodded earnestly, her bright eyes narrowed into an arc, and she looked at him as if she had won a small victory, and turned away - staggering past Rubis who had come out of the forest. Brando also smiled in his heart, he liked the kind of businessgirl who could maintain an optimistic attitude no matter what adversity he was in, and that night in Buchi, Roman's first action deeply attracted him.

It is undeniable that he inherited Brando's affections, but the businessman-girl conquered his side as a modern-day man.

He took a breath, and the cold air of the night immediately seeped into the lobes of his lungs, and his slightly feverish mind gradually calmed down. The young man saw the tiger sparrow from the mercenaries who came up, and was stunned for a moment, and immediately made a 'go back' gesture to the experienced mercenary captain: "Go back and prepare, the enemy is only a little faster than five miles away from us, more than two hundred lizards, I want to leave this experience without a single one." "Brando doesn't like to talk too much nonsense before going to war, it's all clear, it's just a small ambush.

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

"Experience?" As Sanfud flipped off the dragon's back in a daze, he only caught the word he didn't quite understand. Tiger Sparrow glanced at the young man and pouted, in fact, he was already familiar with some strange words that popped up from time to time in the mouth of his lord, not only him, but also some people who had been with Brando for a long time had actually gotten used to it, and had learned a lot.

"I mean the enemy." Brando changed his words in a serious manner.

The Silver Elf Commander glanced at him, the corners of his mouth curling imperceptibly.

Brando's order was quickly carried out.

The group returned to the forest on the hillside, and the young men began to lay out their tactics. Faced with a swarm enemy in their early twenties, Brando decided to go with their most common method in past games - divide and conquer. He hid among the woods with the Tiger Sparrow and the Silver Elf Commander, and watched down as the Silver Elven Guards and Mercenaries entered their predetermined positions in turn—as the most professional warriors from the Sage War, the elves' armor was matted by experienced elven craftsmen, not to be afraid of reflecting in the moonlight. Most of the mercenaries are dressed in light leather armor, and even the chain mail is painted black, so they don't have to worry about it.

The elves crouched behind the bushes in rows, holding their double-headed swords in one hand, and the swords were buried with dead leaves for the same concern. About thirty feet behind them, the mercenaries nervously leveled their short bows or crossbows, and they didn't dare to take a breath. In fact, Brando didn't want to suffer any casualties in this battle, so he had the Elven Guards serve as melee arrows, while the mercenaries were only responsible for long-range suppression and killing.

His behavior of subconsciously reducing the loss of the unit fell into the eyes of the newly joined gray wolf mercenaries, and he became a table of compassion for his subordinates. In the past, the Maned Wolf Macaro was able to bring them victory again and again, but as a commander from an aristocratic background, they had the common problem of treating the casualty of their subordinates as a mere number. In Vainde, whose productivity far exceeds that of Earth's medieval era, the abundance of the population makes manpower always a consumable figure in the eyes of commanders in war.

However, Brando comes from the game, and as a player, each of their NPC deployments is exchanged for real money, and some are obtained from special missions; It can be said that each of them is hard-won, and it is naturally reluctant to consume it like cannon fodder.

Of course, Brando didn't realize that his knee-jerk action had mobilized the loyalty of the new gray wolf mercenaries who had joined him, he just took out his pocket watch from his arms and estimated the time slightly:

One more hour at most.

He exhaled softly, shaking his body to warm himself up in the cold pre-dawn forest. But I couldn't help but have some amusement in my heart, it was just a small battle, and I was actually a little nervous, since he joined Grace's God Force Guild to fight against Madara, that time was not to command three or four regiments, what kind of big scene has not been seen? Even before crossing into this world, he was still laughing at the novices who were shrinking away, but he didn't expect that one day his cousin would be like a recruit who was fighting for the first time.

But when I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel a little blood flowing faster when I looked through the woodland sprinkled with gray-white moonlight. It wasn't his first battle in this world, but it had been a long time since he had been hiding in a forest all night like this, just waiting for an enemy/rival guild member to pass by.

He watched as the dark green numbers projected on his retina shifted. He knew that thing, in the past they called it a distance plug-in, which was used to calculate the penalty value for casting spells and shooting distance, but at this moment it seemed so unreal. Brando was stunned for a moment, and simply called up his attributes to familiarize himself with them:

Strength 19.4 (+0.1), Dexterity 10.9 (+1.1), Constitution 21.2 (+2), Intelligence 1.1, Will 3.6 (+1), Perception 3.9.

(*In parentheses is the source of the attribute of the equipment or other means, which has been included in the total attribute-)

The attribute is already infinitely close to the strength of silver, and as long as he raises one more level, Brando is sure that he will be able to enter that realm. But compared to the basic attributes, he is obviously stronger than the skills, the situation in this life is simply much better than the previous life, and the white crow swordsmanship and power explosion can be said to be one of the skills that have improved the profession of the battle system the most in the early stage. Now Brando couldn't imagine how he could survive with only a few basic skills when he was in his twenties in his last life, knowing that at this moment, with his experience and skills, it was almost easy to fight against enemies of the same level. He had estimated his true strength, and even if he didn't rely on those experience and skills, he could still reach the level of the lower reaches of the silver stream close to the middle level. Of course, if you use the experience he has in the past games, it is impossible to measure, and against different enemies - he may be able to defeat even the gold level, but for those who are particularly tricky, sometimes experience and skill are of little difference.

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Your combat skills are from the Holy Land, right?" ”

The Silver Elf Commander was slightly stunned, then looked at him with some vigilance.

"Don't worry, I know your rules, I'm not interested in your elven skills, just casually asking." Brando thought to himself, of course I'm interested, but it's just that you don't have enough prestige, and you won't be able to bird me.

"Even if I sue you, you won't learn. The fighting skills of the silver elves are all tailor-made by my people, humans. The Silver Elf looked back indifferently.

Brando despised the other party in his heart, thinking that the guy who was as cold as an iceberg on the surface would also tell a lie in a sanctimonious manner. If he didn't know, it would be fine, but unfortunately, this Silver Elf commander probably didn't know, he had learned the Silver Elf's combat skills before, and there was more than one. But of course, the young man wouldn't say it, but just smiled: "Don't say it so ruthlessly, your name is Namenes, right?" Have you experienced the Battle of the Sages? ”

The silver elf glanced at him, not understanding how the topic had turned to this, but nodded anyway.

"Have you ever learned the Dark Technique?"

"No, it won't." Namenes replied categorically, and glanced at Brando coldly, her lips moving but holding back. In fact, there is only one kind of silver elf who has learned the dark battle technique, and that is to join the dark elf army under the command of the dark dragon, but although he thinks that Brando is deliberately mocking him, the silver elf commander thinks about it for a while, and still tells himself that the other party is just an unintentional mistake.

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

Unbeknownst to Namenes, however, Brando was one of the few. Although he himself doesn't know his current state, he is still a 'human'. After all, there are not two souls in a person's body, and there are some strange numbers on the retina. Namenes was silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke again: "You really want to learn something, human? ”

This time it was Brando's turn to be in a daze, and he opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a while. Do you really want to teach? You're not playing with me, are you?

Brando clearly remembered that the prestige of the Silver Elf was the most difficult to rush-

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