He looked back, and sure enough, he saw the frosty face of the white youth.

The next thing that came into his view was a dozen or so hoplites of Judland, one of the most common mercenaries in Eruin behind the woods, as if the inhabitants of the Deep Sea were professional soldiers by their vocation.

In fact, this tradition has its roots, and the perennial rivalry of the eleven port city-states in the Judland region and the frequent wars gave rise to the mercenary profession.

A typical Judran mercenary should at least wear a fine, heavy scale armor, carry a spear of flamed steel on his back, covered with a half-man's tall shield, and a sword and axe at his waist—the tool they eat, the only wealth that every Judland inherits from their fathers.

Brando, who has the backgrounds of these past games, doesn't even need to remember them, he already knows them by heart.

"What's going on?" He asked as he tugged at the reins to slow the horse down.

"Those are obviously heavy infantry,...... Sir," said Antitina, with a keen vigilance in her beautiful black jewel-like eyes—she replied back, "they put the hoplites behind, and apparently still don't believe us." ”

Brando glanced behind him, and suddenly had a hint of realization.

He smiled and said, "Not believing us is the normal reaction. ”

"But."

The girl's questioning caused the white young man to snort dissatisfiedly.

Brando glanced at the guy and asked, "So what do you mean by putting these Judran mercenaries behind?" "It's not about you."

Reddy replied cleanly.

"Yes, sir, they are walking too slowly in the forest," but in the morning, he saw the thin young man tugging at his sleeve and replied, "Mr. Makaro has placed them here as a precautionary measure, and I don't disbelieve you." ”

"Kill two birds with one stone, I see."

Brando's expression was clear, but he didn't forget to tease: "But compared to you, some of your companions are not very good at talking." ”

Reddy's face immediately turned cloudy, and he left without saying a word, leaving the skinny young man there with a wry smile.

Brando looked at the young man and asked, "What's your name?" "My name is Sanfud."

"Sanfud, doesn't that sound like a local name?" "Because I was originally a baker apprentice in Pragues...... That was, of course, before being a mercenary. ”

The young man looked at them and asked, "Sir, listen to your accents, as if you are also from there?" "I'm not, but they are."

Brando punches Antitina and Miss Roman's chin.

Sanfford smiled a little coyly and looked at the girl riding side by side behind Brando.

But Antitina turned her head sideways and did not look at him, after all, she was still from a noble background - although she was down, she still had the unbeatable haughty blood of the Eruin nobles in her bones, and she did not want to deal with an ordinary person more.

But Roman had no such concerns, and Miss Merchant winked at the young man, who was a native of Buche and a fellow countryman.

That's right.

It was originally ill-conceived to bring heavy infantry to combat in the forest. ”

Antitina turned her head to look at the Judlands at the edge of the woods.

But as soon as her words came out, they immediately attracted a rebuttal.

"Madam, sir, you can't say that, this person lives in this world and needs to eat.

Mr. Makaro was kind enough to take us in, and we naturally have to be loyal.

You see, you've never heard of a mercenary who would stay away from his partner in danger and leave him alone. ”

A sudden sound sounded in the forest.

A bearded Judran mercenary came out of the woods behind him with a black creature on his shoulder in one hand, and he shook his head with a smile on his face and exclaimed in a thick accent from the Abyssal region.

Brando, Antitina and Roman looked back at the man, the young man narrowed his eyes, at this time the person who could move freely was not inferior in the mercenary group.

"Frank, Commando."

The Judran mercenary touched his nose and introduced himself.

"What's that?" Brando's gaze fell on what he was holding.

"Flint musket, this is my treasure."

Frank patted the black guy and smiled.

Brando knew that kind of thing, using discarded magic crystal shards as primers, and active elemental probes to hit the shards to ignite the gunpowder's 'worldly hot weapon'.

The Oflands began to equip muskets thirty years earlier, and two flint musket regiments were formed; The dwarves were even earlier, and their history of using arquebuses dates back to the Silver Years.

Firearms are extremely powerful at close range, with the finest flint guns dealing almost as much damage as the Brass Tag's class at fifty paces.

And the tactics of concentrated use of firearms were also very well established in this era, only it did not have a decisive advantage over the equally mature enchanted projection troops.

He knew, however, that there were many mercenaries who preferred to use firearms, especially handcuffs, but only a few used rifles—knowing that there were no bayonets in this era.

Brando glanced at the guy and thought to himself that in the world of magic, firearms did not change the later wars as profoundly as in his own world, and gunpowder weapons were not common, so he didn't have the heart to study how the bayonet worked.

Antitina's face burned slightly, "Vulgar mercenary—" she thought to herself, but her face was still vigilant and asked, "What do you just mean?" "I mean, the kind of play you mentioned, that's a concern that only regular armies have.

We are bitter mercenaries, and naturally we have our own ways - whether it is heavy infantry or light swordsmen, no matter what the environment, everyone must fight side by side.

That's true, but you have to take reality into account......" Frank replied respectfully.

But although he was respectful on the surface, it was not difficult to hear the disdain in his words.

Antitina choked, she knew that her knowledge was shallow from books after all, but the eldest lady who was taken for granted in front of her was still a little annoyed.

The young lady glanced at Brando, then turned back, her bright eyes still wary, but asked in a low voice, "Do you believe what they say, Mr. Brando?" Brando looked at Frank and nodded.

"But."

"But what?" He asked rhetorically.

"Do you really believe it—" Antitina asked with a look in her eyes, looking at him.

Brando smiled, greeted Frank and Thornford, and asked Mart to speed up.

He didn't answer, leaving only a back for the nobleman's daughter.

But Antitina has always been a person who does not admit defeat, and she also chased after her, coughing and asking, "My lord, I don't think they are normal." ”

"Why?" "Intuition."

"What about little Roman, what do you say?"

Brando asked without looking back.

"I don't know," Roman shook his head on the side, "but my aunt said that the explanation is too general and too detailed, and it is a symbol of weakness!" Brando smiled when she heard this, turned around and scratched her nose, and said with a smile: "I know it, but I have to make a detour, what a cunning little fox." ”

"Really, I don't know!" Roman raised a pair of small eyebrows and hurriedly argued.

Antitina was embarrassed to be around the flirtatious dog man and woman, but she finally figured it out.

Brando wasn't unclear at all, but it was too clear, and it seemed like he had long suspected the motives of these guys.

Saying that the heavy infantry walked slowly, so put at the back of the line, it sounded like an excuse anyway.

She breathed a sigh of relief at the thought of this.

"In that case," the nobleman's daughter asked, glancing at Roman and Brando, with a blushing face, "what should we do?" "It's good to be improvised."

Brando replied.

He had completely remembered the plot mentioned in the guide at the moment, but he thought that as long as these deliveries were not aimed at him, then it was easy to say.

It's just that there are some troubles in this matter itself, and he can't help but have a headache, originally wanting to reduce some troubles.

But he didn't expect to get himself into a new trouble, and he can only blame Macaro and Buga for why they got into such a tricky opponent.

It's a competition between two mercenary groups, but it's better to say that the black hand behind the mercenary group named 'Solitaire' is eyeing the gray wolf mercenary group.

He couldn't help but look at these people around him, and he didn't worry about the fate of these people in his heart, but was thinking about how to get out of this trouble.

But then again, it's a bit unusual in itself that a small mercenary group can get the attention of those guys.

Hey, Shepherd - Compared to the Shepherd, the Followers of the One Thing Society are like good law-abiding citizens.

It's just that what is the intention of the shepherd to target the 'gray wolf' mercenary group? Although he didn't want to cause trouble, Brando still subconsciously used the player's way of thinking to think about the whole thing, and the strategy gave the task flow, but the specific details were very sketchy.

Not to mention the background, the background was not mentioned at all in the strategy.

He knocked on his head, thinking that he had to find a way to get out of the hands of the 'Gray Wolf' mercenary group before they fought the tree herdsmen.

The quest's boss is the Divine Messenger 'Ekmen', whose root is derived from the runic language 'eaam', a spell that symbolizes vast mountains and boundless oceans.

In ancient times, there was also a giant beast called 'Ekmen', but whether it exists in the myth of Cruz or in the legend of the mountain people, it symbolizes walking between mountains and forests - a huge, living, moving mountain.

The giant beast 'Ekmen' is a descendant of the mountain giant Gaum, and legend has it that only when it is connected to the earth has infinite life.

To Brando, Ekmon is more like the name of a symbolic monster.

The oracle is nothing more than a monster cultivated on the bodies of animals and humans by the legendary shepherd with the blood of the gods - although it has such a sacred name, it is itself the product of distorting nature and blaspheming the gods, just like the golden magic tree.

Brando couldn't help but remember his previous battles with the god of heaven 'Amal' and the god of darkness 'Black Lotus', the former was almost fifty levels in his incomplete form, and he fought his teammates against him in a random encounter with an underground dungeon in Freeport Ampesel, and finally won after a hard battle.

And the latter is the true complete body god envoy, the sixty-seventh level leader elite, the final boss of the main quest 'perfect' of the heroes of Deltatar - they formed two regiments to destroy this monster at that time.

The divine envoy was so terrifying, even a level fifty immature body had the strength of the golden midstream, and Brando didn't have the slightest idea of wanting to fight it.

However, the advantage is still to be taken, he looked at the Buga and Macaro in front of him - the 'Gray Wolf' mercenary group in real history should have perished in this battle, but Makaro and Jianhao Buga did not die, which in itself says something.

As for what the problem is, it depends on the individual's opinion.

Anyway, Brando's mind was active.

Because you must know that the drop list of the Heavenly God Envoy has the Spear of the Sky - Fana, which is one of the most advanced fantasy weapons around level 5o, ignoring the special attributes of a qiē physical defense ability that makes it famous for a while.

In the drop list of the Dark God's Emissary, there is the 'Dark Side of the Moon' that has driven countless Inquisitor players crazy - the Dark Side of the Moon, a mythical weapon, and the legend has it that this scythe was used by Descartes, the god of death, and its properties all hint at this.

Slash, a 1% chance to ignore the terrifying attribute of a qiē protection that causes 5o true damage to the current life of a non-collar unit.

Annihilation, which suppresses the healing effect with the damage dealt by a weapon with this attribute.

All in all, although the oracle is powerful, it also has another name - the treasury.

The Shepherds are so rich that only Lord Martha knows where they got their hands on so much rare equipment.

Of course, this is still not the most outrageous, "The blood of the god of heaven comes from the god of the clouds, the blood of the god of darkness comes from the goddess of the abyss, Elaine, and the blood of the god of the earth comes from the co-lord of the mountains, the giant Gewu who flows with the blood of the gods."

Martha, how did they get the blood of these gods that had long since faded? ”

Brando shook his head and muttered to himself.

After the dark ages, the gods of the heavens have long since passed away and become stars, which is the age of mortals.

Except for Martha, the only god in God, this world is no longer dominated by the powerful forces of will.

Those who are called gods today are either false gods or the many stars in the sky that are called 'rules'.

"What are you thinking, my lord?" Antitina could see his wandering mind on the side.

Brando shook his head and blurted out, "The power of the mountains." ”

"The power of mountains and rivers?" (ps. Yesterday 2 more, I came back from dinner and was disconnected, and now it's not good. Now it's being passed on outside. But even though the heavens will destroy me, I will not be indomitable. It is inevitable to keep the diligence alive.