Act 98 of the Fall (3rd Update, Erupts Today, Continues Tomorrow)

Indeed, so to speak, time is not much. However, this is only relatively speaking, and the fact that the Black Fire cultists are active in this forest means that there is danger here at any time and at any time.

On the other hand, what reassured Brando was that he knew that the Cultists of the Black Fire were still making trouble with Macaro and Buga at the moment, and that all they had to do was face a lizardman lair with empty defenses. Although a battle was inevitable, just as he knew that the lizardmen were ostensibly a gang of robbers, they were actually a secret move by the shepherds - because the strategy was very clear that the whole incident was a trap, and even some officials in the town of Chablis had already been bought by the shepherds, dug a pit and waited for Macaro to jump down. Of course, the cunning fox did live up to his reputation, and even in such a situation, he still used his intuitive acumen to send the only son of the Grand Duke of Lune out safely, but he himself was going to have a bad luck.

But what does this qiē have to do with Brando? The strategy mentions that the Cultists of the Black Fire did not join the Lizardmen in the end, because the plot was over before that, which meant that their only opponent was the pile of reptiles that had not yet fully evolved. He only had to look at the twenty or so elven hoplites behind him who were dressed in silver glittering battle armor and silver spire-like helmets with wing-like shields on their heads, leaving only a pair of pale silver eyes, and he felt extremely confident. Those were the Elven Praetorian Guard, the Phoenix Guard, the backbone of the land forces on the Holy Alliance's side back then. Although the only Elven Guard Commander with the golden helmet had made it clear to him that their power was losing speed after they were away from the altar, Brando was not worried, the lizardmen's lair was within two days' journey from the altar - less than the half-life of the Elven Praetorian Guard's strength.

What's more, even after the half-life, even after the strength is attenuated by half, the elven soldiers of the Phoenix Guard are not weaker than the level 30 elite, and it is easy to push the lizardmen. The only thing to worry about was the Cultists of the Black Fire who were playing hide and seek with Buga at the moment, and when they came to their senses, Brando thought that he had already gotten the Sage Slate and Metisa's necklace and fled far away, but he could consider leaving them with the corpses of reptiles.

Treasures, quest items, and experience are all indispensable.

Especially for hardcore players.

Even Brando has repeatedly considered whether to design it well, how to use the 'resources' he has at hand, and how to kill the oracle who may be a level 50 boss who may save zài. Using high-level NPCs to kill bosses is the most exciting thing in the game, and as for Conrad, the leader of the card mercenary group, it should be a side dish for the main meal.

Of course, in addition to these YY, Brando still has headaches.

Since most of the Silver Elves were silent and haughty, they followed the group far behind - in fact, they were only convinced that no one could bypass them at this distance to attack Brando, and that was enough. Although humans are their allies, it is understandable that the Silver Elves think highly of themselves and are reluctant to walk with human mercenaries. Of course, this 'reasonable' is also their own opinion, Brando's Lubis mercenaries have long been angry, when have they been so despised?

Tiger Sparrow glanced back at the elven soldiers and couldn't help but frown; He knew how terrible these guys were in the back, so he didn't say anything, but said, "Lord Lord, this card of Unicorn Knight is the core card of the 'Eternal Song' deck, and the only thing that can echo the core card is the second card in the deck—"

"Yes, yes," Brando mentally interrupted the uncle, "you've said it six times." The main card is silver quality, and the two decks must be silver quality as well, right? I can memorize it all. Of course I care about that, but you can also notice that the card is getting closer and closer, and I think there's something weird about it, so why don't we just take it easy? ”

Tiger Sparrow smiled, he didn't know this, but he, the lord, always seemed to be indifferent to these important matters. You must know that the stronger the traveling mage, the stronger these summoned creatures will be, but Brando doesn't seem to listen to this. He hinted to him more than once that he should focus on the training of the traveling mage and collecting cards, but Brando still went his own way and followed the rules.

Although the mercenary captain was well-informed, he didn't know what Brandor was up to at the moment. Is it just to become a prince on one side? In his opinion, this was a little too meaningless, especially after coming into contact with the world of the traveling mage. Mortals are mortals after all, and the ultimate purpose of the traveling mage is to explore the true meaning of this world and seek the path to a higher level of existence.

Compared to this, is the mortal qiē really attractive? The tiger sparrow couldn't help but touch his bearded chin and couldn't figure out Brando's thoughts.

However, he probably didn't expect that Brando's thoughts at this time were more 'easy to understand' than he imagined, because he was drooling in front of a pile of loot that might not have zài at all. The attraction of bosses to players will always be there, especially if you know that you have a chance to take out their explosive equipment. However, just as the young man was thinking about it, he suddenly felt someone slap him on the back.

The surprise was nothing short of trivial, and Brando looked back in disbelief to see a gleaming golden helmet and a pair of silver-gray eyes underneath.

The elven commander.

Brando recognized the other party at a glance, and couldn't help but scold in his heart, saying in his heart, Big brother, you walk silently. He patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief and asked, "What's wrong?" "But the elven commander is actually a little wronged, although the Phoenix Guard is the strongest hoplite on the continent - of course, this is a metric from nearly seven centuries ago. But their strength lies in their combat skills and equipment, not in stealth skills, and the reason why Brando was taken aback was purely because he had wandered too much before.

The elven commander didn't feel the slightest bit guilty for scaring the leader of this group, of course, in fact, if this elf took off his helmet, he would probably be so handsome that Brando would be jealous to death, but there was no expression on this face at the moment. He just gestured indifferently and whispered, "There is a group of people in front who are fleeing in our direction. ”

"Run?" Brando was stunned for a moment, then noticed the other party's words. He thought to himself that someone would flee in this direction at this time, and theoretically speaking, Buga and his party should be in the south. The strategy is clearly written about this, and Brando is convinced, because since he arrived in this world, history has never deviated in the slightest.

The elven commander glanced at him with silver-gray eyes, as if he was a little dissatisfied with his question, but the other party nodded.

Brando knew that the wooden man wouldn't joke with him—in fact, he had been wondering if they were joking, or if they didn't have a word for joke in their dictionary at all? But that didn't matter, and he immediately raised his hand for the others to stop. Brando's prestige among the group (except for the Silver Elves) had already been established, and as soon as he gestured, the mercenaries immediately stopped.

Antitina and Roman, who were originally sleepy, were also agitated at the moment, and the merchant lady raised her head and asked curiously, "What's the matter, Brando?" ”

Brando made a gesture of silence, and sure enough, he heard the sound of squirming through the bushes. The footsteps were messy, as if they were in a panic, and it was completely audible that it was a group of people running for their lives. Brando looked at the elves around him, and couldn't help but admire a little, thinking that he was worthy of being a high-level NPC, and this alertness was not comparable to ordinary players.

He's seen a lot of players go out on adventures like spring outings, and it's just unsightly. Of course, players are strong on the individual, and sometimes even if they encounter raid results, they may write it backwards, which is another way to say.

He listened closely, and sure enough, he caught another source of sound farther away—it was a pursuer, and there was a mount.

Brando's face immediately became stern, and there were only two forces that could use their mounts to travel in this area. One is the lizardmen and their traditional dragoons, and the other is the Black Fire cultists and their demons, it is difficult for war horses to play an advantage in the forest, especially in this kind of hilly forest, Brando has never seen anyone gallop in the dense forest of the hilly area so unwillingly.

He immediately dispersed everyone and prepared for battle.

But in the next moment, the panicked refugees came into his field of vision. There were six people in the group, half male and half female, all ragged and like refugees. They were covered with all sorts of wounds, but fortunately, at least they didn't lose their weapons - if they didn't lose their weapons, they didn't lose their fighting spirit, and in such conditions they were excellent mercenaries.

It was in this way that Brando had already recognized the identities of these people from their outfits: mercenaries of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment.

No, these people weren't just mercenaries of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment, Brando's eyes narrowed. These people's group of Judland mercenaries, the rare heavy infantry in the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment, he happened to meet these people before.

However, he immediately frowned, no, according to the strategy, the Black Fire Cultists and the Gray Wolf Mercenaries should not appear in this direction. He thought for a moment, and thought of a mercenary who might be a small number of mercenaries who had been separated from Buga and the others, although the possibility of being separated seemed a bit small, but Brando preferred to believe that this was the reason for it than the other possibility.

The mercenary men and women were visibly taken aback when they saw Brando's group, and the expressions on their faces were almost desperate. But the next moment, one of them recognized Brando, and in fact Brando, too, the young man who had spoken to him with Reddy that afternoon. Of course, compared to the frizzy white-haired boy, he had a much better impression of this young man.

What did he remember the other person's name? Oh, yes, Sanfud

"Mr. Brando, help us" The young man named Sanfud seemed to see Brando as if he had seen a savior, and all his strength seemed to be drained, and he fell to his knees and raised his head and shouted eagerly.

Although Brando doesn't like to meddle in things, he is not a person who will not be saved, not to mention that he is now holding the thick thighs of the Phoenix Guard, which is a good time for the fox to fake the tiger - he knows that the gray wolf mercenary group has said goodbye, although Macaro is sorry for his old subordinates to treat them as cannon fodder, but this cannot change the fact that most of these people are experienced warriors - they are mercenaries, there is no other way out, in this case, the young man can buy a good one to poach these people.

O Judland, one of the best mercenaries. Thinking of this, Brando immediately nodded, ordered his mercenaries to protect these people, and of course asked the question he was most concerned about at the moment:

"Why are you here?"

"We ......" But unfortunately, before Sanfud could answer, the pursuers behind him had already answered for him.

I saw a clattering sound in the woods not far away, and the leaves shook on the ground, and then several knights riding 'wild boars' rushed out from behind. Of course, it wasn't a wild boar, and apart from the wooden elves in the back, Brando was probably the only one who knew what those Black Fire Cultists were riding.

A low-level demon that looks like a wild boar, but is full of spots of mixed brown and blue, with four pairs of fangs and four pairs of eyes. The Inferior Demon is one of the important components of the demon's lower-level cavalry, and it is also complementary to these Black Fire Cultists as mounts, but Brando gasped when he saw these Black Fire Cultists dressed up.

"Mr. Brando, be careful...... They...... Something quirky. Sanfud reminded quietly.

Nonsense, of course the weird Brando couldn't help but curse in his heart, the more than ten Black Fire Cultists on the other side are all high-level cultists who have seen the hell alive, can this not be weird? This is the elite cavalry of the Black Fire Cultists, why would they run after these five mercenaries who were so down-and-out like beggars?

No, wait.

He suddenly drew his sword. Brando was aware of a problem, and if they were to chase it seriously, Sanfd and they wouldn't have a chance to get here. That is to say that they were deliberately driven to this place, but what does that mean, demonstration? He stared at the Black Fire cultists opposite, not daring to be sure if these annoying creatures were eyeing his group, even though they didn't seem to have much in common.

But it was at this time that the elven commander suddenly said behind him, "There are still people in the forest. ”

Brando immediately looked in that direction—there was no figure in the forest, only the layers of shrub leaves in that direction, forming the mottled colors of the forest. But then, for a moment, he suddenly felt a movement in his heart.

The Unicorn Knight's card jumped as if it were alive in his hand.

Good guys, it's card reaction again

That's what happened.