When Freya and the two disappeared completely, Brando calmed down. Unlike sneaking into a ranch from the other direction, which can be covered by a patch of woods, the low woods from here to below are almost in the sight of a whole group of skeleton soldiers.

Taking risks is essential, but there is no need to take unnecessary risks. He decided to wait until it was getting dark, and while the undead could look directly at the vibrations, they had a limited search range at night.

But Brando wasn't without business, he was observing the patrol patterns of the skeletons below. Soon he found a gap between the opposing patrols, and he could get a ten-second interval between the two scattered squads staggering by.

He looked at the terrain - there was a distance of twenty meters from here to the low forest below, and he had two levels of dexterity, but the attribute in the weak state could not be called in the full state, and it seemed like an impossible challenge to complete a forty-meter round trip and dig out the key buried under the tree in ten seconds.

He decided to take a different path.

It was getting dark very quickly.

It's time to act. He said to himself in his heart that his whole body melted into the dim environment, but in fact, his heart was pounding with nervousness.

This is a game of life, and what game has a more exciting death penalty than this?

He stared down with bated breath and counted fourteen times silently—exactly the time it took for two pairs of bone racks to stagger by, and then he first threw the sword in that direction, which was the first step.

Twenty meters away, the sword fell into the floppy fallen leaves with a soft thud. Brando waited in horror for a long time, and only when the first patrol passed by him a second time did he confirm that a qiē was normal.

Then comes the focus of the plan. Brando silently counted for the second time, and when the two teams staggered for the third time, he took a sharp breath and rushed out. His mind was almost blank, he couldn't think or worry about anything, he had only one goal - speed, speed up.

Three seconds.

Brando arrived, letting out a long sigh. He crouched, cut away the fallen leaves, grabbed his sword and began to dig, but it was slow and much more than he expected. He counted in his mind as he digged, one, two, three.

Six seconds.

He gave himself an extra second, then dropped his sword and began to run back, the scenery almost speeding around him. He plunged into the bushes and stopped, feeling his heart stop.

The skeleton soldier staggered for the fourth time and did not find his sustenance. Brando took a deep breath, feeling that the stimulation was almost a little weak, but the adrenaline rush also made him can't help but get deeply excited.

He then retracted and continued to wait, waiting for the second round. The second sortie was much calmer, but this time it was just as fruitless.

The third time he dug only for two seconds, because the body was already clearly feeling a drop. Then for the fourth time, he finally came into contact with the cold, square object beneath the soil. Brando hadn't seen anything like this before, but at this moment his heartbeat still intensified irrepressibly.

That's it.

There was a sense of certainty in Brando's heart, and for a moment he couldn't help but want to dig it out, but he knew that time was running out. He took a breath to calm himself down, put down his sword, and ran back.

For the fifth time, Brando had completely calmed down. He ran under the tree, picked up his sword, and began to pry at the square slab, which immediately came loose, but it was at this moment that Brando's ears moved—wait, the sound was not right, and the course of the bone racks below had changed.

No way! Our protagonist feels a chill in his heart, and he doesn't know if God is playing this malicious joke on him. Madara's skeleton soldiers lack basic intelligence, and they are unlikely to adjust their patrol plans on their own, unless they have the will of the Witch behind them - but the Witch will not change his intentions for no reason.

Unless there is an external force invading.

Brando's past experience in the game became extremely clear at this moment, and he couldn't help but glance at the direction of the ranch, could it be Freya and Esen exposed? But from the hillside there was calm in that direction, and the young man immediately overturned the idea.

The skeletal soldier's clicks were getting closer, and the monsters should have seen him. Brando feels his blood clot, what is he going to do? Below are six skeletons, any of which could kill him now.

Ring after wind? No, not to mention that the sound is too loud and causes trouble, it is already very good to be able to hit three skeletons with the size of a wind bomb, what about the rest?

Brando felt his scalp tingle and kept reminding himself to stay calm and think about how he usually behaved in times like this in the game. By the way, by taking advantage of the advantage, every attribute point and skill at the player's hand can be used to survive in a desperate situation.

Just use your imagination.

He immediately thought of a possibility, but the crazy idea also scared him. It's not a game, Brando, can you afford that? He couldn't help but ask himself, but the skeleton soldier was getting closer, and he had to make a choice.

He took a breath and immediately stabbed his sword into his lower abdomen.

The tearing pain came from his abdomen, and the sensation was ten thousand times more intense than in the game, and Brando groaned and almost fell to his knees. He thought he was insane, beads of sweat darting from his forehead, but at the same moment, the skeletal soldier's clicking footsteps stopped.

It succeeded, and the Indomitable skill had an effect, and it deceived those who had no wisdom in the skeleton.

Brando didn't dare to slack off, he forced a burst of dizziness to pull out his sword, although he had deliberately avoided the vital point, but the blood spurted out and spilled all over the ground. The young man did not dare to look at it, and he almost breathlessly used his sword to pry out the square stone slab, then turned and slid all the way down the hill.

He had five minutes to save himself, and life and death hung by a thread.

The fire of the soul inspired by the Indomitable skill sustained him stumbling all the way to the village, but Brando was startled as soon as he groped his way into the village, and the ruins of the buildings were littered with snow-white skeletons - the brand-new skeletons were the work of the Witch, and they crawled out of the graveyard or ripped flesh out of the corpse under the influence of summoning spirits.

Under the gradually darkening sky, these white skeletons of bones gave people a great sense of oppression, and fortunately Brando was well-informed, otherwise he would have collapsed in fright.

He calmed down and counted the number, and there were more than fifty just to see, which was not a small number, which meant that Madara's aggressive strength was growing as they advanced. But the only thing that was reassuring was that Brando knew that these thin skeletons were not on the same level of combat power as their dark and purified counterparts.

It's even slightly worse than an average adult man.

Brando watched as he moved forward, aiming for the small shrine in the village, which should be due north—if his memory was not confused. And among the many disadvantages of death, there is always a benefit, that is, the undead who roam the streets regard him as their own kind, even if Brando hits these headless guys, the latter is probably at most to adjust his balance and move on.

This is great positive news.

With this advantage, it only took him a little over three minutes to find the shrine of Karidas - though it seems that the spirits of Madara's undead don't have much respect for the in-game god of pottery, as they have broken down one of the shrine's walls.

This provided a lot of convenience for Brando, and he went straight along the wall, and it was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see his fingers. Brando remembered that the shrine had been rebuilt later, but he groped around for a while and found that the interior was still the same, and he quickly found the way to the meditation room from memory.

To his surprise, there was a wandering skeleton in the meditation room, which scared Brando a lot in the darkness, but fortunately he was tough enough. However, he quickly calmed down, took a deep breath and comforted himself that he was just a puppet without any intelligence.

But breathing was getting harder, his vision was starting to blur, and he had about a minute left.

Brando recalled that the entrance to the secret passage was supposed to be behind the podium, and he groped there, and sure enough, he found the square depression. At that moment he really smelled of Martha, and he almost shuddered and pressed the slate into it, for fear that God would play a malicious joke on him again.

Thankfully, there was a soft click in the dark silence, then a second, then a rumbling sound from underground, and finally a thud as he felt a breeze blow behind him.

Brando looked back and saw the passage down the tomb - there was light in it, and the walls of the corridor were inlaid with purple shimmer crystals, which were not worth much - but the light was too dim to be widely used.

He shook his head, his dizziness almost knocking him out, something like no other in the game - the player won't feel any discomfort for five minutes for the Indomitable ability in Amber Sword to take effect, but when the time comes, you'll have to fall down as soon as you're as tough as a cow.

Brando is still supporting almost by his own will, and the ** of survival prompts him to grit his teeth and move forward. As he walked, he recalled the origin of the tomb - the Templar buried here was a famous NPC, a native named Guirende or something, a native born here, who had fought in the Eruin War of Independence, had lived an upright life, and was buried in his homeland at his behest after his death.

It is said that once it was a forest, but a shrine was built on it, and the people of the Flame Temple modified the tomb of the Templars so that he could rest in the peace of the kingdom of God. And the sword that Brando was looking for, called the Thorn of Light, was also the weapon that the knight had used during his lifetime, and the young man had no intention of disturbing the peace of the dead, but presumably the other party did not want the undead to wreak havoc in his homeland.

The young man began to breathe, and he struggled to hold on to the wall of the tomb for twenty or thirty meters, and the end of his vision gradually became brighter—such a long-lasting soft white light must have been the effect of some high-grade shimmer gem, and Brando refreshed himself, realizing that he was close to his goal.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a black shadow suddenly fell from the ceiling, and two steel claws grabbed his shoulders and lifted him upwards abruptly.

Brando felt a huge force penetrate his limbs, like two iron cables that made him unable to move, and he immediately reacted that this was an absolute difference in strength, and this power was at least four energy levels or more. He was horrified, and the experience in the game immediately made him realize what it was - a gargoyle. The guy who completed the mission before hadn't said there was a gargoyle in the graveyard.

The gargoyle is the masterpiece of the Buga Artisan Wizard, a monster of the twenty-third level, and the lower level of the corpse witch has become a gentle baby compared to it.

Before Brando could finish his thoughts, he felt himself soar into the air, a feeling of mist - he felt himself fly over a long distance, and then his back hit the cold tomb wall. The bones in his body groaned as if they were breaking apart.

But our protagonist didn't have the heart to worry about this at this moment, he got up and shook his head, and saw that the gargoyle had chased after him like a ghost.

Is there still a chance?

……

(PS. Really, it's not that I don't want to explode by a few hundred pips.)