Act 52 chase, flee

Brando had barely burst out of the room when the skeleton of red armor behind it creaked and rattled, twisting half of its body with great effort, its movements gradually moving from slow to smooth.

At the same time, several Storm Spirit Spiders crawled out of the rubble and returned to the young man, and Brando found that there were still four of them, but the message from two of them clearly indicated that they had each found their respective targets. The Stormy Spider speaks the WindClan language of Toniru(*), and while Brando doesn't actually know the language, he seems to understand what they mean - things aren't far from him.

(*Toniru is the place where the Wind Elf King lives in Vaulnd legend, and the full name is Toniru's Wind End, or Storm Rest Mountain; A large number of wind elemental creatures have gathered here to form a different group, and their language comes from the ancient rune language family, the Wind Language Family, which is one of the few remaining magical scripts today. As such, Toniru's WindNation language is also a compulsory course for the Elemental Messengers, especially the Stormbringers. ）

This made him breathe a sigh of relief. But with the wisdom of these little things, they couldn't tell if the magic item they found was the Elemental Revelation Scroll he needed. Brando must judge for himself.

There are two targets, one nearly thirty meters to the south and one fifty meters to the west. Brando thought about it for a moment, and the west side led to the showroom below the auction table, which seemed more likely—just turning back the way he came, and the danger was self-evident. He tried to retrieve two of the Storm Spirit Spiders so that the card wouldn't accidentally enter the graveyard.

On the other side, two points of soul fire were rekindling in the eyes of the undead black hole.

Brando knew he didn't have much time, but he wasn't in a good condition right now, the Thorn of Light was lost in the rubble - he didn't have time to find it, Charles was gone, his right arm was almost broken - and he was still unconscious. The Wind Spirit Spider couldn't help much, and the Wind Queen's Ring was still in a charged state.

The fatigue caused by the depletion of mana is faintly accompanied, but fortunately, there is still more than half of the body left, and there is no loss of life.

He staggered down the aisle, his thoughts flashing like lightning. The Cursed Crossbow didn't do much to help the undead, but there might be an option to break out of the second-floor window and go out into the crowded streets, but that didn't prevent the terrible undead from continuing to pursue him - Life Ripple was extremely sensitive to the undead, and there was no chance that they would not find a person in the crowd. In particular, in the open area, it was even less likely that he could escape from the Crusader executioners.

He took a sip, the crusader executioner was not completely without weaknesses, but the absolute disparity in strength made him unable to do anything.

He could almost hear the sound of the undead behind him moving again. Brando shook his head off the thought and sped along the aisle littered with broken walls. In a matter of moments, the small auction house felt like it had been hit by a storm, and the previous rivalry had irrevocably changed the topography. But he wasn't in the mood to care about this at this moment, as long as the undead caught up, he thought he wouldn't be able to escape ten meters away.

"There has to be a way."

He suddenly saw the remains of a skeleton soldier not far away, it should have been his masterpiece not long ago, and his heart moved.

Click. The massive skeleton in blood-colored armor had stepped out of the room with a battle axe upside down, its massive body half-hunched, its yellow ribs like a bony sword stuck upside down in its spine, surrounding a burning flame in the center. It wore nothing but shoulder armor, a helmet, and a simple skirt leaf, as it was protected by bones - its bone plates, tempered by the power of chaos, were themselves tougher than normal metal.

It turned its head, and there was silence in the empty aisle. It froze for a moment, the condition of the previous life ripples told him that the weak human was moving down the aisle, but now the sense became imperceptible.

Brando lay flat next to the skeleton's remains.

He exhaled softly, then held his breath; He tried to calm his heartbeat as much as possible, so that his blood circulation was as slow as possible so that it would not be too conspicuous in the eyes of the undead. The Crusader Executioner slowed down, Brando's vital signs weakening in its grey vision, its doubts a little confused, and the cunning that remained in its instinct slowed its pace.

so as not to fall into a trap.

But it's not completely inaccessible to Brando, and young people understand it.

He carefully pulled the black steel sword from the skeleton soldier's claws, his movements slow and light. Brando felt his heart beat slowly, but each stroke was powerful, like a large drum covered in cowhide, beating on his fragile nerves. I don't know if this is an illusion, but the huge skeleton of bones is inevitably approaching this way.

Less than ten meters.

At this distance, as soon as this Mardara's general's guard broke out, Brando would be separated. Once or twice, he couldn't help but turn his head, as if subconsciously confirming that his head was still around his neck.

The undead are one step closer.

Brando could no longer keep his composure, and the game fostered his calm mind, but now after all, using life as a stake. He glanced at the tall skeleton of bones, the General's Guard of Madara, known for its swiftness and ruthlessness and its ability to kill throughout the battlefield. The giant axes in their hands are nearly four meters long, and they have more than twenty tons of power when they strike with all their might, and every time they fight them on the battlefield, humans will pay ten times or even a hundred times the price.

In Karasu's war records, the necromancer has dozens of records of the general guards dispersing an entire infantry regiment of Eruin. And on the front-line battlefield, these huge monsters that look like moving iron towers in the melee, and horror legends about them abound.

Of course, humanity also has elite units that have become famous and can match them one-on-one.

But Brando wasn't there yet.

When the Crusader's executioner's gaze fell on him, his heart beat irrepressibly faster and thumped. His blood began to circulate irrepressibly, and the life force seemed to become apparent again, and the tall undead was slightly stunned—a cold chill suddenly enveloped Brando's head.

It saw through his tricks.

But only a few seconds passed.

Brando felt a chill on his forehead, and the slightest movement would lead to an attack, but even if it continued like this, it would not last more than a few seconds. He stared at his stat interface, thinking to himself that a few seconds would not help. He needed more time, a little more, and he suddenly made up his mind and rolled to the side.

The massive skeleton reacted immediately, raising its tomahawk - the metal side refracted a cold light and struck Brando's face, leaving him pale. The huge monster was like a gray ghost that swept more than ten meters in an instant, and the axe dragged to the side, and opened a crack in the wall with a 'bang', and the cold blade was like a plough ploughing through the masonry, and the cracked brick slabs and the wood embedded in the wall protruded outward, forming a deep ravine that was rapidly moving forward.

The auction hall is in an underground passage, and the walls on both sides are reinforced, but they are as fragile as a piece of tofu under the perverted power of the crusader executioner. It swung forward, and the wind pressure and rift suddenly extended towards Brando. But the young man made a feint, and he rolled to one side and kicked his foot the ground, and he had already jumped in the opposite direction.

The giant skeleton's axe was destined to hit the clearing, and with a thud the slabs on the ground cracked and stone chips shot out. But Brando leaped between the legs of the tall undead - the crusader executioner let out a roar from under the hollow neck bone, a scream of the soul, and it retracted its axe to stab its feet. But Brando dodged left and right, already crawling up and grabbing its thigh bone and turning to the side, each time the huge skeleton of bones tried to turn the tip of the axe, but the ceiling stuck the long handle again. In the blink of an eye, Brando had dodged three attacks in a row, and it finally came to its senses and reached out to grab the cunning human.

Fifteen seconds.

Brando has been supported long enough.

When the crusader executioner's huge bones grabbed down, Brando immediately lowered his head to avoid it, and as soon as the charging skill entered the cooldown, he turned on at the same time, and the speed burst in an instant gave Brando nearly twice the dexterity of this monster, he rushed forward like a continuous afterimage, and at the same time, the power of a sword in his left hand exploded and slashed at the wall in front of him-

Nearly 20 energy levels of force bombarded the wall.

The black steel longsword let out a mournful roar, and it broke inch by inch. But the walls slammed inward, and the bricks and stones became intertwined. Brando threw away his sword again and punched the wall with his left hand, causing the wall to collapse. He jumped into the wall, and as expected, it was the room on the other side, where the wind spirit spider had come around the guò sewer to wait for him.

He's close to his goal.

But the Crusader executioner was closer to him. Brando didn't dare to slack off, and the last bit of acceleration rushed out like a meteor slamming open the door of the room. As soon as he left with his front feet, the massive skeleton behind him had slammed through the wall with a roar, and it raised its head with a scream, parting its hands from the broken wall—letting the dust rustle down his helmet and squeeze in.

The two pursued one after the other in the small space, and the auction house was in bad luck - the Crusader executioner was like a humanoid bulldozer, and the walls of the wood and stone were so vulnerable to its strength that it reached nearly fifty energy levels, and any wall that fell forward turned into powder.

In just a split second, it passed through three walls. From the outside of the auction house, part of the rotunda has collapsed.

Brando anxiously calculated the distance, there were still two rooms, he casually pulled the dagger from his belt and threw it back, and the crusader executioner stopped and slammed it away. The sharp blade only left a white scratch on its bones, and it looked up to meet a wind spirit spider, but the massive skeleton of bones smashed the thing into a cloud of cyan sauce with a single punch.

Brando walked through another room.

The crusader executioner raised the axe for the second time, which made the young man feel a chill in his vest, and it seemed that it was too late.

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