Act Eighty-Eight: The Dead and the King

The Ghost Knight had already noticed the movement, and it turned its horse silently, and with a finger of its spear, the air that seemed to be wrapped in a layer of ice mist in the night immediately rolled out to both sides, forming a vacuum ribbon. Brando immediately pushed the sparrow away, and rolled himself to the other side, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump,

Ghost Knight lowered his hand, and a path more than ten feet wide appeared in the forest, and there was no longer any barrier between Brando and it.

Spirit Spear.

I x, I don't need to magnify the move as soon as I come up, Brando couldn't help but scold, he wiped a cold sweat from his head, thinking that thanks to his knowledge, as soon as he saw the ghost knight raise his right hand, he noticed that something was wrong - the spirit spear has a defense-breaking attribute, and it has the same ability to increase the attack range as his white crow sword, if it weren't for their timely dodge before, it is estimated that he and the tiger sparrow will only be left with two cold corpses, as for the blame or something, it is just a joke.

Tiger Sparrow is also very nervous, he has only heard about the horror of Ghost Knight in legends, but when he really faces it, he finds that the other party's tricky Cheng Dù is far beyond imagination. He couldn't help but spit out, thinking that he was close to middle age but still had to fight like a hairy boy, the world was really changing fast. He couldn't help but glance at Brando, but saw that the young man had a resolute face, and seemed to be unmoved by Ghost Knight's sharp attack, and couldn't help but gasp.

"We can't beat it." After all, Tiger Sparrow is an old mercenary with rich combat experience, and he can distinguish the contrast between friend and foe in an instant, and then lie on the other side and shout at Brando.

But Brando only gave him a quiet gesture.

He raised his short bow in both hands—the young man could now see the formidable undead—like a classical knight walking down from the scrolls of Vaynd's recent masters, dressed in Gothic plate armor, shrouded in a misty glow. Even the sitted war horse is no exception, but it is not a horse, but an evil spirit. The spear in the knight's hand resembled a long silver shuttle, which was held tightly in the middle, and the long tip pointed to the ground, as if a transparent silver thread extended from the end.

That's the visual error caused by the soul element lingering on the spear.

After coming into contact with the Golden Order, whether it is a warrior, a mage, a knight, or other profession, they all begin to show more or less the power of the elements.

The sparrow got up from the ground and tried to stop Brando's next move, trying to pull him back. In the eyes of the mercenary captain, his lord, or summoner, was simply insane, and they were no match for that monster at all. The strength of that ghost knight was far beyond his perception of ordinary golden inferior strengths.

But Brando turned a deaf ear to his shouts, and the young man took a silver arrow, took a slight aim, and then released the string.

The Bolt of Ice Crack flew in a jaw-dropping arc over Ghost Knight's head, exploding behind it with a thud, but a cloud of silver ice mist only slightly grazed the monster's left shoulder, leaving a patch of hoarfrost there. Brando couldn't help but blush, and coughed to hide his embarrassment - he only then remembered that he was only one weapon proficient now, and he was no longer an expert warrior with more than forty levels of bowing skills in the past. But even the exploding ice bolt slowed the Ghost Knight's movements a little, albeit extremely limitedly, but the spear it swung a second time was deflected, and a silver band of light crossed the two heads, and the sparrow turned back - seeing the canopy behind it disappear without a trace for a moment, leaving only the bare stump.

He opened his mouth, barely breathing. The Lubis mercenary is brave and good at fighting, but this battle has exceeded his knowledge, is this a humanoid self-propelled cannon?

Three seconds.

Brando breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the sparrow didn't care about his marksmanship, and he meditated in his mind as his fingers rested on the bowstring again. The Spirit Spear consumes soul fire extremely much, and the Ghost Knight will go on a cooldown after casting it twice in a row, and it is not the first time he has fought against this kind of undead, so he knows that he can calm down. He straightened his bow, this time prolonging the time to aim, an act that seemed to the sparrow to death, but Brando was half-kneeling like a stone statue - not moving.

He had three seconds.

The second Ice Crack Bolt came out of its hand, still missing, and the third shot hit Ghost Knight's waist - the silver crushed ice powder exploded, and a gray mist enveloped half of its body. Brando could see from his retinal readings that he had dealt 13 damage, which was almost as good as a fur for a ghost rider, but the frost coating of his armor extended the undead's strike and finish delays by 12.5 each.

The effect of the Ice Crack Arrow was the same as in his memory, and Brando breathed a sigh of relief. Although Ghost Rider is an Spirit, Magic Bolt is also non-physical, so it does not suffer the penalty for loss. It's a pity that a pair of elements makes the sister's level too low, otherwise the opponent's attack speed will be reduced by at least half. But that's enough, there are still four arrows in hand anyway.

"It works?" Tiger Sparrow is also old-eyed, although he can't see the number as intuitively as Brando, but the ghost knight's movements are a little slow, and he immediately sees the clue.

"Nonsense." Brando said angrily, he knew that this guy would only be able to drag himself back if he stayed.

"But even so, we're no match for it, my lord."

"So what?"

"Let's retreat, I'd rather fight the Black Fire Cultists than this guy," Tiger Sparrow shouted.

Brando didn't bother to talk to him, so he simply reached out and threw another bundle of cyan magic arrows to the tiger sparrow. The mercenary captain subconsciously took it, was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Nonsense, of course it's to help me, did you stay to play soy sauce?"

Although Tiger Sparrow didn't know what it meant to hit soy sauce, he could guess that Brando was dissatisfied with his previous appearance, and the mercenary captain rarely blushed, but he couldn't help but slander in his heart. He thought to himself, do you think that everyone is the same as you, Lord Lord, to be able to face these terrifying to death, and face to face with a humanoid self-propelled cannon without changing his face, and he doesn't know if this is bold or stupid.

But thinking about it this way, the Rubis people, who have been mercenaries for generations, still worship brave and brave warriors, and he doesn't say anything about this summoner of his own, but he naturally has a convincing idea in his heart.

At this moment, Brando had already unleashed a fourth Ice Crack Arrow in three seconds, and this one hit Ghost Knight's right shoulder, causing his armor to be covered with a thick layer of ice crystals. The Ghost Knight's action efficiency has been reduced by more than thirty percent, and the average person is afraid that he will happily beat the water dog at this time, but the young man did not say a word, dragged his mercenary captain and ran away.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, the Ghost Knight and his evil mount behind him turned and began to speed up - not a normal accelerated pursuit, but the most common skill of knights and warriors - charge.

Brando also activates the Charge skill.

A man and a dead soul are like a black line and a silver line chasing each other in the forest, although it is only for a moment, but the scene is really beautiful and almost eerie. It's as if on a still dark canvas, where a striking silvery-white straight line stretches infinitely forward along a black straight line, the picture is still, time is still, all are still, but both lines are moving forward.

One chases and one runs.

When Brando stopped, Tiger Sparrow was almost speechless: "Lord Lord, that's ......"

"Charge, a knight's must-have." Brando glanced at him: "As a battle-hardened Rubis mercenary, you don't even know this." ”

"No, I mean, my lord, how did you know it would charge at that time......"

"Ah, I'm in the mountains of Olcashh, and the main opponent of the Chasseurs is the Ghost Knight. Didn't I tell you this story? Brando replied absentmindedly, he was so nervous that he didn't even know what he was talking about, and he was scared to the death. He looked back and saw that the Ghost Knight had stopped at about the same moment—the beautiful monster elegantly almost close to purity, its slender, silver-clad gloves tightening the reins and two pale flames lit up under its visor, looking in this direction.

That look also seemed to be a kind of inquiry—who are you? Looks like a tricky opponent? Where are you from?

The two were almost 100 meters apart before they started chasing and fleeing, but now it was only 50 meters, and Brando found that he had expected to be less than a meter off.

He was fighting almost instinctively.

The instinct of a warrior.

……

In fact, it wasn't just the tiger sparrow that didn't believe his words, but Antitina couldn't help but let out a low cry when the two straight lines split the forest in two. The mercenaries behind her were silent—Brando and Ghost Rider acted in exactly the same way, as if the latter's every move could not escape the former's eyes. In fact, it was almost a second after this scene that they realized how thrilling the previous incident was.

Roman pursed his lips, his sparkling eyes looking in that direction, a small glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"If the younger generation of the highland knights of Karasu is like this, then Eruin will already be a first-class power" The noble daughter took a short breath: "This liar ......"

But in fact, Brando is not as optimistic as her, the speed of the ghost rider is very fast, the opponent's charge has a minute to cool down, and the soul fire is also becoming vigorous again, not to mention that its ultimate move is far more than that. As soon as the young man stopped, he made a gesture to the tiger sparrow to follow, and the two of them quickly circled into a low ground in the middle of the valley, where the intertwined rocks prevented the ghost rider from riding a horse.

But Brando didn't blindly retreat, the Ice Bolt's effect was to buy him time, and now he needed to use the time he had earned-

"Tiger Sparrow."

"Yes."

"With the arrows of the wind."

"What?"

Brando made a gesture, and the latter was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

Although the mercenary captain had always been opposed to engaging this monster, at this moment, he found that he seemed to have subconsciously integrated into the battle.

……

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