Brando turned his head sideways, letting the bone frame pass by him. He had almost forgotten the skeleton in the meditation room, but now he was no longer what it used to be, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword—

The sword light flashed, and a layer of brilliant white light appeared on the body of the Zhan Guang Thorn Sword, and half of the skeleton's body had already flown into the air. Brando glanced at the skeleton that was gradually turning to ashes, the Thorn of Light was worthy of being a sword born of light, and it even had its own purifying effect.

A little golden light shot into his chest—

Purifying weapons dealt double the damage to the undead, so it was no wonder he felt his sword slash through the skeleton of bones without any obstruction, as if a hot knife had sliced through butter.

Artifact.

Brando has only one evaluation of this sword at this moment, even if it is not an artifact, it is not far from the same in such an environment.

But he was even more anxious about the safety of Freya and Essen, he immediately pushed away the collapsed bone frame and ran out, and the dexterity of the 2nd energy level finally broke out in full force at this moment, and at this time, even if he faced the world-class athletes in his original world, he would probably not be inferior at all - and even surpassed in terms of balanced explosiveness.

With the support of the Thorn of Light and the Ring of the Queen of the Wind, his strength, physique, and dexterity are fully broken.2 If Brando appears on Earth at this moment, there is only one explanation in the eyes of ordinary people - Superman, except that he can't fly.

Brando returned the way he came, the winding walkway in the darkness no longer hindered him, and he leaped out of the collapsed walls of the shrine, his strong breath of life immediately attracting the attention of the wandering undead nearby. Two skeletons, one on the left and one on the right, made a clicking sound and staggered towards him, but what awaited them were two silver sword lights.

Brando took the two points of experience in his pocket, and immediately raised his eyes to look in the direction of the ranch, and his pupils immediately shrank slightly—it was obvious that the fire was already in the sky, and a blaze almost stained half of the night sky red.

And in his field of vision, hundreds of skeletons were slowly surrounding in that direction, and he understood that these low-level undead would never act on their own, which must indicate that the corpse witch behind them had already sensed something-

"Freya, Essen!" Brando's heart sank, but he was about to rush over there, when he heard a sharp, eerie voice from behind him:

"There's a human there, kill him-!"

Brando turned around and saw a corpse witch on the other side of the street directing six skeletal soldiers in a row slowly approaching her.

The corpse witch raised the bone staff in his hand—

But Brando was faster than it, and his charging skill was activated in an instant, and he approached like an explosive afterimage in succession, "Stop him!" The corpse witch was startled and screamed hysterically.

The skeletal soldier at the head raised his sword, but it greeted the young man's cold face. A sentence suddenly flashed in Brando's mind now, and that sentence was so clear that it seemed to contain the feelings of the original owner of this body:

"Madara bastards, now it's your turn to be unlucky—"

He didn't care about skill at all, and directly used the elven sword to deal a single blow. When a long metal roar pierced the eardrums, the steel sword in the skeleton soldier's hand bent backwards with tremendous force, and then snapped.

Brando was unstoppable, the skeleton soldier split into four behind him, along with the entire skeleton and sword, and at this moment, there was no longer any barrier between him and the corpse witch.

The hateful-looking undead opened its leaky jaw sluggishly, leaving only astonishment on its dry face.

"This sword, for Brando."

He spoke, and the sword stabbed under the corpse's left rib and through the third rib behind his back. The body of the Zhanguang Thorn Sword was a ghostly light, and Brando stared at the other party's burning green eyes and said. He swung his sword from front to back—

The soul fire in the corpse witch's eyes flickered for a moment, and then dimmed instantly. With a thud, its clenched arm flew far away, and was burned to ashes by the Purifying Fire.

Three golden rays rose from the night sky and melted into the young man's chest.

He turned, and two skeleton soldiers were already wrapped in one left and one right. Brando raised his sword, and the arm of the first skeleton immediately rose to the sky, and the sword turned again, and the skull gurgled and rolled down. He took advantage of the momentum, and the ribs, which had been overloaded, were immediately tossed at its companion.

The skeleton soldier immediately swung his sword to block, but it only stopped halfway through the movement of raising its sword, and a shining sword light had already entered it, splitting it into two halves forever - with a 'boom', the metal armor ring on the lowest-level undead soldier of Madara fell to the ground like a heavenly maiden.

Two points of golden light were fleeting.

Brando's mind immediately silently meditated on the attribute panel, and ghostly numbers immediately appeared on his retina in rows. He chose one of them and said to himself, "Career and experience—"

A piece of dark green counts:

XP: 11 (Civilian Level 1: ―, Militia Level 2, 6/10, Mercenary Level 1, 0/10)

He blocked the attack of the skeleton soldier on one side with a backhand, and said in his heart, "11 points of experience, increase the mercenary level." ”

The number jù immediately changes:

XP: 0 (Civilian Level 1: ―, Militia Level 2, 6/10, Mercenary Level 2, 11/30)

Brando raised his sword and pushed the skeleton backwards with his strength. Then he glanced at his attributes, and his strength and physique increased by another 0.2 energy levels, and dexterity and perception also increased by 0.1 energy levels each. However, the key is 25 skill experience, which alone is enough to make the militia profession lose its value.

He took a breath.

Well, now he has 2.3 energy level strength, 2.1 energy level dexterity, 2.2 energy level physique, and absolute strength 8.0. The player's initial stats have been surpassed across the board, and they have begun to move towards the first level of power.

At this moment, Brando's heart suddenly calmed down, and he looked at the three skeleton soldiers in front of him, as if looking at a piece of air.

Yes, he's back, finally—

……

Ten minutes was enough for the smoke to clear, and at the end of the street there was the sound of horses' hooves coming from far and near, two horses.

Two young riders on the long street came out side by side on their horses, and they stopped their horses, looked around to the right and left, and looked at the fragments of bones with some astonishment, and were speechless for a moment.

"Zeta, did you see that?"

"There's only one person, isn't it the Ridenberg garrison?"

"There's a corpse over there, Martha! Zeta, can you beat four with one? ”

"No, I can't. This is a veteran. The somewhat thin young man on his horse looked around silently, and an expression of disbelief gradually appeared in his expression: "Lines, here are six skeleton soldiers—"

Calm down for a while.

"Seven?"

"Seven."

"We've got to tell the captain about this, guess what? Regular? Or a traveling knight? The young man named Lines asked, looking back at his companion.

"I can't guess, Lanenes, but I agree with you."

……

By the time Brando arrived at the ranch, it was in flames, with a bright backdrop of burning buildings, and the occasional sound of buildings collapsing not far away - but he didn't see the expected army of the undead chasing Freya and Essen.

Instead, he saw many newly evoked skeletons fleeing in a sea of blazing fire. The bright flames were almost the natural enemies of these inferior undead, making their faint soul fire tremble under the bright light, almost purifying into a pile of ashes.

This is not a blue fire, in the game Madara's army will only use cold soul fire, which Brando immediately realizes is not set by the undead. Could it be Freya and Essen? He shook his head, he didn't think those two men were so decisive.

He turned his head keenly in one direction, just in time to see a group of skeleton soldiers chasing in a certain direction. He narrowed his eyes, and he could clearly see a flickering black light from the skeletons of bones - the darkness was purified, and there was a corpse witch nearby?

Brando immediately drew his sword, and a ghostly light immediately appeared on the body of the Stabbing Sword of Bright Light. As he walked in that direction, several reckless, low-level skeletons passed him by - and soon our protagonist was starting with 7 XP again.

But before the young man could get closer, suddenly there was a loud bang behind the corner in front of him—countless bone fragments and metal armor rings flew out from that direction, and two or three skeletons were lifted up and fell into the sea of fire not far away.

Brando was shocked-

This is the first level of strength (3Oz~20Oz), and he immediately realized it. Who is behind the fire? Mankind? The regular army of Fort Ridden? But they didn't appear here in history.

He subconsciously assumed a defensive posture, raised his head, and just in time to see a group of knights galloping out from behind the sea of fire, it was like a torrent, and it swept out of the flames in an instant. The leading rider turned to him at once, and he raised his sword—a row of riders behind him pulled the reins at the same time—and the whole team was in unison.

"Who are you—?" The rider asked coldly, listening to the voice of a young man. But the other party was immediately stunned, and Brando, who was carrying the light on his back, couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, but he could feel that the person knew him. No, it should be said that he knew the original Brando.

Then he heard the whispers of the riders behind him:

"I'm a militiaman, I bet."

"I know him."

"But you guessed it right, it's just a militia."

Brando frowned slightly, and as his gaze gradually adjusted to the bright light, he finally saw the outfits of these people. A thick tweed shirt on a blue background, a dragon scale breastplate, a shiny white iron helmet and a cavalry sword, and that epaulette with black pine leaf markings on a silver and white background-

Butch's garrison.

"Brando, why are you here?" The rider who took the lead asked in a condescending tone.

"I have the same problem." Brando found the man's name from memory: Bresson, also from Pragues, was selected for the garrison because of his outstanding performance in militia training, and was sent to the Bucci border for training......

Of course, this is only a superficial problem. Because no matter how good Breson is, it is impossible to surpass Brando, who is the first in swordsmanship in the same period, but there is a local governor's father who speaks, and the rest of the story is naturally much smoother.

He knew the grievances of these two people, of course, it was not a grievance, at most they looked down on each other.

Sure enough, Breson immediately spoke: "Militia, I, as the deputy captain of the Butch Garrison, ask you to report to me immediately - why are you here?" ”

There was a burst of snickering in the group of knights, and they all knew that Bresson was just trying to make some trouble for his fellow countryman, and that the report was just an excuse.

Brando looked up—

……

(PS. As promised, I'll give it a try.

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