On the battlefield, another person flew out in a short time, and the young man seemed to put down three mercenaries in the blink of an eye, opening a gap in the crowd. Before anyone could react, he had broken through the gap, only the direction he had chosen made Brando slightly stunned, because the mercenary leader known as Kaber was already waiting for the young man on his way.

The older mercenary slashed his sword horizontally, leaned forward, and pursed his lips tightly - like a beast before attacking.

Brando's heart moved, and he recognized that this pose was from the sword skills of the master sword master Imalia, Lantonilan fencing. Named after the famous sword master, it spread across the continent in the early years, but it was in decline by this period, and because the sword art itself was too complex and almost too complicated, there were very few people in this world who really mastered this sword art and used it to meet their enemies.

It's just that almost all of these people are masters.

In past games, Brando remembers that Emalia's fencing skills cost about 133 XP from the first to the second level of fencing, which is 60% more than the average intermediate swordfight. Although it has twice as many hits and three times as many damage modifiers as military swordsmanship, not many players put effort into this swordplay.

Because the market price of swordsmanship itself is as high as 1.3 million tors, and rare books (with reduced cultivation experience) are only preserved in museums in a few countries.

The young man named Eco was obviously aware of his mistake, but it was a luxury to retreat at the last moment, and he had to go forward. Although he didn't have a sword in his hand, his fighting skills could still be seen to be the foundation of swordsmanship, and he used Mevac's knightly swordsmanship, and Brando drew such an understanding from the other party's subtle movements at a glance.

The two mercenaries of a mercenary group seem to have a good relationship, but the swordsmanship they use is from the south to the north, which is quite interesting. It's just that this situation is not very rare, so Brando only subconsciously paid attention to it.

At this moment, the young man on the battlefield was ramming into the mercenary Kaber, and he tried to change the path of his advance to avoid the trajectory of the opponent's sword. It's a pity that Kaber didn't disappoint Brando, he cleanly swiped two swords to block the young man's way, forcing the other party to change direction and jump away from the side.

At this time, as long as Kaber took one more step, he could make that young man's position chaotic.

Brando's real strength at the moment may not be the opponent of either of the two on the field, but he knows this better than anyone present at the moment. Sure enough, he immediately saw Kaber take a step forward just in time for Eco's next possible retreat, turning his sword in his hand, ready to deliver the final blow with the hilt.

But at this time, Brando's eyes narrowed slightly.

Kaber's movements slowed down by half a beat, and the young man grabbed his arm almost dangerously, and then the whole man crashed into his arms, knocking the older mercenary back five steps. The turn of events was beyond everyone's expectations, and even the young man froze, and Brando clearly caught a hint of surprise in his eyes.

But Eco shook his head at once, and he glanced at Kaber, who had been knocked back by him—it was a momentary thing—and then immediately fled into the crowd in the other direction without looking back.

"Good fellows."

Brando secretly screamed in his heart, this mercenary named Kaber was obviously deliberately releasing water. However, his methods are really secretive, and ordinary people may not really be able to see it, if it weren't for the rich experience he has accumulated in the past games that people in this world can never imagine at his age, he would probably be kept in the dark at this time.

Almost 110 years of experience with swords, and with other weapons, it is only a little more than ten years, as a veteran warrior who has spent more than 140 years in the game, some basic things are as simple as eating and drinking for Brando.

His current hard power is only in the middle and upper reaches of the black iron, and it may seem that he is far from being the opponent of the young man named Echo. But if you really want to make a move, it is estimated that two Eco will not be enough for him to fight alone. Especially after nearly a month of adventure, Brando's mercenary level has been increased to level sixteen, and Eruin's military swordsmanship has also been pointed by him all the way to (9+1) level.

Combined with Brando's own memories of his grandfather, his swordsmanship was no longer comparable to that of the young man of Butch. It can be said that among the regular soldiers of the White-Maned Legion, those slightly older swordsmanship instructors are only enough for him to be a student in terms of swordsmanship.

Brando's swordsmanship is not quite as impressive as his grandfather's sword, but there are already some traces of resemblance, and it can be said that he has begun to take on the style of a swordsman—of course, a true swordsman will not be a master of swordsmanship.

However, the more Brando leveled up, the more he felt the mystery of his grandfather. The old soldier who has the momentum that makes him, a veteran soldier with more than a hundred levels of knowledge, unable to fight ** as soon as he draws his sword, is really just a veteran of the November War? At least he could not see the same trace on Leto, who was also a veteran of the November War.

Of course, Leto was a soldier who went to war in the later stages, while Brando's grandfather went through almost the entire war from beginning to end, which is probably the biggest difference. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the candlelight badge of the Flame Temple in history to which it was awarded, but he didn't remember it for a while.

Back then, he had a lot of dealings with the Eruin government, and later he had a sphere of influence that joined the Bright Sanctuary, but he had little to do with the Temple of Fire.

The thought was only fleeting.

The scene paused for a moment due to the sudden change, and most people looked at each other, but the resurgence of sound first began from the mouths of the local residents who were watching around them. The people began to buzz about the gains and losses of the previous battle, although most of them did not even have time to see how the battle began and ended, and this did not prevent them from talking.

One by one, the mercenaries who had been knocked to the ground by the young man got up from the ground, and the parties did not say a word, but they looked at each other without necessarily being frustrated or angry. On the contrary, there is a sense of relief.

Brando, of course, took in their looks, and when he turned his head, he saw Antitina looking at him as well, and the two of them looked at each other, and they both saw a look of understanding in their eyes.

"Brando, they don't even look like they're trying to chase after them." Roman stood behind Brando and muttered quietly.

Brando smiled and nodded.

"Captain Kaber, are you alright?" At this time, he saw a mercenary walking over and cautiously asked the mercenary leader named Kaber. The latter looked at his wrist for a moment, then he raised his head and said to the others with a stern expression: "I'm fine, okay." Spread out and block Chablis, don't let Eco escape, and if anything goes wrong this afternoon, I'll take full responsibility—"

"Oh."

"Okay."

"No problem, Captain Kaber." The mercenaries responded numbly, but they were all frighteningly slow to react.

However, the older mercenary seemed to turn a blind eye, and he looked around, and finally his gaze fell on Brando. He had been paying attention to the entire battlefield when Brando had been watching the entire battlefield before, but now he had time to take a closer look at this young man.

In fact, Kaber was stunned at the first sight of Brando.

Because his gaze was just swept over in a hurry before, he didn't expect Brando to be so young, from Brando's previous move, he had already guessed that the other party at least had the strength of the middle and upper reaches of the black iron, a young man of about twenty years old with the strength of the black iron, no matter where it was, it would cause people to be surprised.

Kaber immediately thought of Eco, who was the most talented young man he had ever seen in his life, the adopted son of their leader 'Maned Wolf' Makaro, who had opened the second level of power at the age of seventeen, and could be said to be a genius in the sky. He had the impression that only those geniuses who were said to be called the Revelators could have achieved such an achievement at this age.

Eco has been the hope and pride of the entire mercenary group since he was a child, and this time he escaped from the mercenary group selfishly, and the leader of the group, Macaro, only asked them to bring him back, and the others did not even want him to be punished for this reason - it can be seen that this young man is spoiled by everyone in this group.

Thinking of Eco, Caber's heart calmed down a little, and the young man of Brando became a little more natural in his eyes. He let out a sigh of relief, walked over, the expression on his face softened a little, and replied to Brando's group, "Thank you very much for your help, you can call me Kaber." This gentleman, haven't consulted yet? ”

"Brando, you're welcome." Brando was looking at him, too.

The seasoned mercenary captain had a pair of lead-gray pupils, and it seemed to Brando that the other party's brow was slightly furrowed at all times, as if he had endless worries. Such a melancholy temperament with his long gray hair has a bit of the potential of a beautiful uncle, especially the other party's hands have become slender because of the long-term use of the sword, if you don't look at the cocoon on the other side, it looks like a pair of pianist's hands.

Such a man will definitely cause a lot of little girls to scream when he appears on a certain street in the world he came to, Brando thought jealously, although Brando's own body is not bad, but after all, he is a lot worse than the other party in terms of experience. Especially the lack of that weathered sense of vicissitudes.

It seems that these mercenaries are not ordinary people, but they don't know that they are the famous mercenary group in the south. Brando looked at the other man's costume, and he couldn't find any clue in the costume, and the other party was not wearing the obvious emblem that could be used to distinguish him.

Looks like they're not on a mission yet.