Act 90 The Dead and the King (the second update, ask for support, everyone is right, the strong will rise up)

The mercenary captain noticed Brando's movements and paused, "My lord? ”

"I'll go around behind it." Brando interrupted him and replied.

Although Ghost Rider is an undead, his intelligence has approached that of a normal human. It's not going to stay here forever and let these fragile rats drag him to death, as long as it has about a hundred lives left, it will retreat decisively. But Brando, of course, won't allow the duck to fly.

"No, that's too dangerous." Tiger Sparrow froze for a moment, and he roughly guessed what Brando was going to do, and hurriedly stopped, "I'll go for you." ”

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" Brando asked rhetorically. In fact, he didn't want to do it, although he had done it himself every time he had done this kind of unlucky finishing thing before, but you must know that the other party was a ghost knight, and even a little mistake in this world was intolerable.

It's not as simple as hanging up one level, it's losing your life. Anyone facing such a situation will probably be nervous and pounding.

His only reliance was on the unyielding talent, and as long as he protected his heart and head, he could at least ensure that he wouldn't hang like a passerby - at least he could write a will.

"You may tell me what to do, my lord," replied the mercenary captain, "after all, we are your subordinates, and you don't have to bow down to everything." ”

"I want to save trouble, too," but Brando smiled and pulled out the rope from before, "but alas, you can't learn this." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Do you know alchemy?"

His words made the tiger sparrow suffocated, if he knew alchemy, would he still use it as a mercenary, the middle-aged mercenary couldn't help but roll his eyes.

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The battle didn't come to an end so quickly, and the Ghost Knight's defense ranked among the thirty-fifth level elite and even the forty-level monsters, not to mention that the glowing spirit full-body armor could block most attacks.

The four-armed crossbow used by soldiers of the Black Iron Strength in the army was widely circulated among mercenaries, and although it was contraband, the nobles in most regions turned a blind eye. But the power of this crossbow, which can only be wrung by people with a strength of 5 or more energy levels, is terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people, but to Ghost Rider it is almost like tickling.

Only the occasional hit of a crossbow in a vital part will deal effective damage, but only a few points at most. What's more, the Ghost Knight is not a stake, although its dexterity has been greatly reduced in the limit range of the altar, and it is bound by the arrow of wind binding, but the difference in strength is there, and it is still extremely flexible to dodge.

This doesn't take into account the 40% chance of a physical attack being lost to a spirit.

However, Brando is not in a hurry, the tiger sparrow still has four ice crack arrows and six wind binding arrows in his hand, plus the remaining duration can last at least more than ten minutes, more than ten minutes, and the siege of more than ten mercenaries with the strength of the middle of the black iron is estimated to be even a level 35 boss can also fall off a layer of skin.

Not to mention a small elite.

Brando, while Ghost Rider was focusing all his attention on the wholesome activity of whack-a-mole, quietly made a large circle to the woods behind him, not too close, almost half a playground away. The undead might notice it if it got closer, and he couldn't stand it when the accuracy of the bow and arrow dropped farther away.

After all, he is no longer the one hundred and thirty level warrior who will not shoot your left eye if he wants to hit your right eye at a distance of a few hundred meters, weapon master, it is better to be safe.

However, he didn't come here to release cold arrows from behind, which might have worked, but it didn't have much effect. Unless he has already entered the first order of silver, and he happens to learn an archery skill, maybe a critical hit with an arrow can directly take away the ghost knight's 10 life and make it seconds or something, but it is possible.

But now it's clearly not possible.

He glanced at the battlefield not far away, where the heat of battle contrasted sharply with the silence here. Brando took a deep breath, parted the bushes on the ground, and drew an alchemical circle on the sand with his long sword.

If Tama must have known that his previous advice was in vain, because after Brando drew another energy injection circle, he also drew a blood refining circle, and it was obvious that he had already planned to carry forward this forbidden technique.

Then he threw the rope into the center of the circle, and threw the soul crystal he had obtained from the intermediate corpse witch in Ridenburg. To be honest, he was a little heartbroken, the soul crystallization of the mid-level corpse witch was not so easy to get at this time, especially since Madala had now made peace with Eruin, and the next war was not known how many years away - if it weren't for the fact that there was really no better replacement at hand, he really didn't want to waste this precious material here.

Of course, life is more important than that.

He turned his sword and slashed his finger, and a drop of blood fell into the circle, and his heart suddenly contracted. Brando immediately felt that his life had been exaggeratedly brushed away by more than a third, and the higher the material, the greater the need for energy, although he had expected it, but he was still taken aback.

He couldn't help but smirk, thinking that the only material in his hand was not a demon dragon heart or something, otherwise he would not have to suck him into a * person. Of course, this is just a matter of thinking, if he really wants to have the heart of a demon dragon, he can simply take it directly to the emperor of Cruz to change the king of the principality.

But at the thought of the rare material, he couldn't help but feel a beat in his heart, and remembered the thing he had been carrying in his backpack all along. He couldn't help but subconsciously open his backpack and take a look, and a golden light reflected in the young man's eyes, and the light seemed to be beating with a living eye—extremely rhythmic, like a heart.

Brando took a breath, a secret he hadn't told anyone. Without him, because it's too important, of course, he's almost sure who put this thing in it, but he doesn't understand that it's just a one-sided relationship, and the other party doesn't seem to have this reason to do this?

What are the motivations?

Pin? Or is it temptation?

Brando couldn't be happier at the thought of it, and to be honest, it was important to some people, but it wasn't of much use to him. He still has a fourth level to open the second talent, but he already has a goal, not relying on this thing. He thought about it for a while, but he still didn't have a clue, so his mind quickly returned to reality.

At the moment, his biggest trouble is still the ghost knight, and other things are better to put it aside for the time being.

He glanced at the finished alchemy product in the magic circle, which was originally an ordinary rope, but now it had become as black as ink, and it was still emitting a faint black light all the time. This thing looks like an IMBA, and it has a bit of the style of a bundle of immortals - of course, in terms of color, it may have to be renamed a bundle of magic ropes compared to the glittering bundles of immortals in many Xiuzhen novels.

Brando laughed at himself, knowing that this thing was actually a crude alchemy product, and he was just pouring the energy from the soul crystal into the rope. But what made him laugh and cry was that the raw materials were really a little more high-end, so he made this ordinary rope into this virtue.

He thought to himself that Tamar knew that he was such a violent celestial creature, and he would probably use a soul walker to give him a treat.

Oh yes. In this history, the future master of alchemy had not yet refined the scythe, which was known as a demigod, and Brando immediately realized this and corrected his thoughts.

He picked up the rope and looked to the other side of the battlefield, quietly waiting for the moment when the battle was over.

……

The Ghost Knight was working in vain, its spirit spear hitting a few people at first - but it was only a hanging wound from the wind pressure. Soon, however, the mercenaries became more cautious, and the fierce undead immediately revealed its true nature as a paper tiger.

Although the undead creatures are fearless and unhappy, they gradually become a little impatient. In particular, the evil spirit mount it sat on couldn't help but raise and drop its four hooves in annoyance.

Faced with this scene, Tiger Sparrow was a little worried at first. He was mainly worried that Ghost Knight would strike another thousand strikes, but this guy endured it well after suffering a dark loss, after all, it might take him away directly if he fired again.

Ghost Rider has the power to calculate, so naturally he will not make such a low-level mistake.

Of course, it may not realize that it has been making another low-level mistake all along.

The mercenary captain fired the last of the ice-cracking arrows, and after nearly ten minutes of fighting, the Ghost Knight finally couldn't hold on, its upper body, which was almost covered in a thick layer of frost, clicked, and began to retreat.

The undead retreated so fast that it was almost beyond anyone's imagination. They had expected that after being hit by so many Ice Crack Arrows, there would be at least a little limit to its mobility, but it did seem that it was only a little bit.

Tiger Sparrow reacted quickly, and he immediately replenished a Wind Bound Arrow - unfortunately, it didn't have much effect.

The mercenaries let out an exclamation, and some were about to catch up, but the sparrow immediately stopped them. Just kidding, if the Ghost Knight kills a horse pistol, then they don't have to give it all here.

They explained that if Brando hung up, it would be a catastrophe.

Tiger Sparrow set his eyes on the forest, knowing that the mysterious lord would definitely think of something at this time. Before they knew it, the mercenaries had developed a trust in Brando, who had summoned them.

But sure enough.

Two silver arrows appeared one after the other in the dark forest, like two white threads stretching forward against a black background.

So eye-catching.

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