The power of the mountains and rivers is a pair of gauntlets.

In fact, the gauntlet is a special weapon in the Amber Sword, and although it is used by warriors, mercenaries, monks, and monks, it is less common among warriors and mercenaries than the latter two.

However, this did not stop Brando from becoming interested in the power of mountains.

When it comes to the Emissary 'Ekmen', the first thing that comes to mind is the 'Power of the Mountains' that drops the most valuable item on the list, or the 'Thunder Slashing Sword' that drops completely.

Of course, Thunder Sword Brando is not delusional, as a sixty-seventh-level great divine envoy, he should already have the power of the corresponding elements, and destroying their group of people is just a matter of moving his fingers.

Don't look at the future big sword Hao Bujia is as civilized as the elements at this moment, but humans and god-blood creatures are inherently several energy levels apart, unless it is after the body is perfected in the later stage and the golden blood is obtained.

Otherwise, human beings, as an inferior race, are inherently at a loss.

However, not to mention the sixty-two level mythical weapon Thunder Sword, even the power of mountains and rivers is enough to make people ready to move.

As a forty-fifth-level top-level fantasy weapon, it was not clear how strong the Yamakawa Power Gauntlet was, in fact, he had only seen it once on a certain video.

However, one thing he knew very well was that a level forty-five fantasy weapon would be enough to surpass the Thorn of Clarity by seventeen or eight times, or even more, in terms of damage amplification alone.

That alone is enough to drive any player crazy.

It's not like Brando hasn't seen players who have obtained mythical weapons and fantasy weapons that are not suitable for their profession to use before.

After all, you can choose your own class, but not everyone can get a weapon above the fantasy level, which is a completely face-dependent thing.

Of course, he can't do that now, but he's more than willing to redesign his upgrade plan for the sake of a divine weapon.

Anyway, it's a good thing.

Like the Lionheart, Eruin's search for nearly seven centuries by dozens of kings has not been heard from the same? The Lionheart Sword is nothing more than a fantasy weapon, a level seventy fantasy sword.

Although he now has clues to the Lionheart Sword in hand, Brando, who has had a rich experience in the game, understands that having clues and completing tasks are completely different things, and they are too illusory.

If he can get the power of mountains and rivers first, then the class design must be based on the first fantasy weapon.

Then he patted his head to realize that both the Lionheart Sword and the power of the mountains were imaginary at the moment.

Not to mention that the 'Gray Wolf' mercenary group has not yet encountered the Shepherd, and their agent 'Solitaire' mercenary group is nowhere to be seen, in fact, it is just his wishful thinking that Buga and Makaro can kill the divine envoy.

All in all, safety is the first consideration, and then it is safe to see if you can find an opportunity to make a profit.

Once Brando is in the groove, he naturally applies the rules of the game to himself, and only at this time, Madara, Lizardmen, Oracles, and Shepherds are no more worthy opponents to him.

The oracle is a formidable adversary, but that's about it.

Brando himself had faced three of the twelve patriarchs of the shepherds, and had defeated two of them, although the strength of the one hundred and thirty levels was not there at the moment, but his vision and experience were still at that height.

The oracle is not without flaws.

"The power of mountains and rivers?" A hint of doubt flashed in Antitina's black jewel-like eyes, and she asked confusedly, "What is the power of mountains and rivers?" "Ugh...... I just remembered a famous treasure in this area.

Legend has it that it's in the ruins of the Silver Elf, but no one has ever seen it. ”

Brando had to find a suitable excuse for his missteps, he couldn't say that the power of mountains and rivers was actually a fantasy weapon with a golden label, and that an oracle named 'Ekmen' would bring it with him.

He hadn't intended to leave a sane comment on Antitina's impression.

But even so, his words caused the displeasure of the nobleman's daughter.

Antitina glanced at him with some resentment and sighed, "My lord, now is not the time to think about this, is it?" "Of course."

Brando could only smile wryly and nodded: "It's just a momentary distraction." ”

But this could only deceive him, how clever and perceptive Antitina was, she looked at him suspiciously.

In the girl's mind, the shrewd and cautious young knight was never distracted by anything inconsequential—Brando seemed to be doing something all the time, and although everything seemed to be unrelated on the surface, in fact it turned out to be pre-arranged.

Antitina wondered why a man could do this, and the plan was the plan, but Brando waited for the moment when it came to pass, as if she knew that something was going to happen.

Such a person is either extremely self-confident.

Either that's far-sighted, being able to see where one thing is going.

Of course, she never thought that a person could be unpredictable.

Even the royal court stars in the royal court are just lines and cards manipulated by the twins of fate to predict the direction of some major events.

No one can predict the future in detail, and in her opinion, only gods can do this, but even gods have passed away since this era, and she obviously didn't think that Brando was not a person from this world at all.

"Wandering for a moment?" Antitina frowned slightly, she showed a slight dissatisfaction: "Lord Lord, if there are some things you don't want to tell me, I won't ask-" Brando felt that he was even more wronged than Dou E, although he had some secrets that he couldn't tell outsiders, but it was also a helpless move.

Martha is on top, can he talk about these things to outsiders, even if he does, no one will believe it, just the name of a madman.

He wouldn't do such an uneconomical deal.

He had to take the trouble to explain, "That's not it, Miss Antitina......," but before he could finish his sentence, Miss Roman, not knowing where she had come from, assured him with great interest: "I won't ask about Brando's secret!" Roman promises it! Brando glared at the fellow fiercely, if there was anyone in this world who was the best at showing that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, then this merchant lady must be at the top of the list.

But in the end, he sighed, waved his hand and replied, "Forget it, let's get down to business."

At night your tent was set up a little closer to me.

Don't take off your outer leather armor, don't sleep too hard, get it? Antitina immediately glanced around alertly: "What? "We'll talk about that then."

He turned his head and immediately saw Miss Merchant's nodding along with him, but the expression on his little face clearly said, 'I don't care at all.'

Brando's eyes immediately narrowed, he knew the eldest lady's temperament, "Especially you, my Roman-sama, you have kept me awake, don't think that I don't know that you are like a little pig as soon as you fall asleep, and if it weren't for Lord Martha's own person, I'm afraid no one will wake you up." ”

"But my aunt said that if a woman doesn't go to bed early, she will grow old quickly."

"I haven't slept in Bucci for a few days, and I haven't seen you die."

"But if you sleep at that time, you'll be caught up by Madara."

"It's the same now."

Brando replied angrily.

…… His hands were stained with the smell of spices—from the pungent scent of the great and small fennel brought from the shores of the silver sands, and the cinnamon of Goran-Elson, and he had practiced his sense of smell in toxicology, and he could tell that spices were only one of them.

Still, the strong scent in the air irritated the young man's nose and made him want to sneeze hard.

But Eco wished that his heart had stopped, but it backfired, and his heart was still pounding in his chest.

He kept his mouth shut, trying not to make a sound.

Even though he was desperately trying to gasp for breath at the moment, his chest was suffocating, and his brain was invaded by a feeling of dizziness, but he could only hold back and let the sweat on his forehead flow down one by one.

He looked down and saw the sweat dripping onto the snow-white sack, forming a dark spot.

"Who are you?" "What are you doing here?" The young man could not see who was speaking, but by the familiar voice he could tell who was speaking.

It was the captain of the second team, Carber, and his familiar companions, "Don't come here—" he thought to himself, "Don't speak, everyone, turn around and get out of here."

Those guys, don't let them be suspicious. ”

His eyes widened as he stared at the shadows on the opposite wall, lest he miss a detail.

But he would occasionally close his eyes and pray reverently to Lord Martha, praying that Caber and the others would leave immediately.

But he knew it couldn't be.

Unless a miracle happens - and so he prays for a miracle - he always knew that his adoptive father, Macarlo, had left men in town just to keep an eye on him.

It's better to say it's surveillance, it's better to take care of it.

Aside from Buga and his adoptive father, Kaber was the person who took the most care of him in the mercenary group, and was also his first swordsmanship teacher.

He also knew that the man known as 'Maned Wolf' Macaro had always known that he had been hiding in the town all along, and that they should have known that even when he sneaked back to the inn.

Everyone just knows it.

They still treated him like a child, as if Eco would always be a little guy who needed someone else to take care of him.

But this time it's different.

Those guys, those guys will definitely not be the members of the 'Solitaire' mercenary group, what is the 'Solitaire' mercenary group, is he Eco afraid of an old opponent who has been playing against them all the year round, but is very inward-looking? Why wouldn't the adoptive father think of this? He couldn't help but rub his forehead, but halfway through this action, he lowered his hand coldly.

"Can't let those guys find out."

"But Kaber, they're still out there, they're no match for those guys."

"Those guys are murderous demons."

Eco struggled, and several times he tried to jump out to warn Kaber and shout for them to turn away immediately.

Even though he knew that he would not be able to do anything by doing so, the young man's affection for Kabor as a teacher and friend urged him to fulfill this obligation.

It was his duty, but he knew he had a bigger responsibility.

Can't let those guys get their way.

"Where's the young man you're chasing?" Kaber spoke again.

Eco's heart jumped.

"Hand over Eco, we've all seen it!" It's another, younger voice that appears more impatient.

Chris, you impulsive bastard! Eco cursed in his heart, his hand couldn't help but grasp his sword, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Then he heard the familiar laughter, cold like a needle of ice piercing his back.

"Hehehe, so you're really with him—" ......