When the red giant fell, the wooden platform immediately cracked, and debris flew in all directions. Brando covered his face with one hand and looked forward. Through the smoke and dust, he saw a giant skeleton about three people's height standing up. It wore a huge Crusader helmet with a fiery red Hydra pattern on it. Brando sucked in a breath of cold air when he saw it.
This was Madara's general's guard, the Crusader Executioner.
Brendel felt his scalp go numb. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe. Even his heart had turned cold, and he did not even have the mood to fish in troubled waters. But now, he did not care at all.
He almost could not speak, but he coughed and did not dare to hesitate. He immediately said to the people behind him: "Retreat, retreat, leave this place, follow me —!" His voice was rarely stern, and he was not even this nervous when he faced the undead army.
If he could, he would have cursed out loud. [What are those bastard guards of Braggs doing? They let this thing in, why don't they just open the gates and surrender?]
Batom and Amandina might be a little confused, but Brando knew what the Crusader Executioner was. In this place, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the Grim Reaper. This was not an ordinary undead creature, and it was not even a type of undead summoned by a necromancer. It was a nest creature. Madara only had a few types of high level undead, and it was one of the undead that had a physical body. The only other undead that had a physical body were the Flesh Golem and the Black Knight.
It was a high level undead.
It had the strength of a mid-level Silver.
Brando saw that the Crusader Executioner did not seem to have recovered from the shock of falling from the sky. He did not think about anything else and immediately pulled the others to the left. There was a small door under the platform that led to the backstage, and that was their goal.
Batom and The Shire reacted quickly. The veteran mercenary immediately felt the aura of despair from the Crusader Executioner. It was a kind of aura that was filled with killing intent. Perhaps only a veteran like him could taste this kind of aura. This giant skeleton wearing fiery red armor and holding a giant axe was definitely not to be trifled with.
The group quickly passed under the platform, but the bad news was that the undead had finally stood up, and the only enemies around it seemed to be their group.
Brando pushed Amandina and Roman into the door, followed by The Shire and Batom. He looked back. The two red Soulfire in the monster's black eye sockets had locked onto them. It raised its axe and stood shakily from the platform, making creaking sounds.
"Brando?" Roman was confused.
"Don't say anything, listen to me." Brando immediately entered the door and closed it tightly. Fortunately, the door was made of pure iron, and they did not know whether it was for defensive purposes or not. That was why they were able to hold on for so long.
"Is that thing very powerful? What should we do? "Batom asked.
Brando calmed down and replied: "Let me think, I might have an idea." He calmly released the Wind Spirit Spiders as he spoke, and allowed them to crawl out of the room through the cracks. In an instant, he had a draft in his mind, but he was a little hesitant. Wasn't this too dangerous?
His greatest hope was that the monster would go after the others. After all, there were so many people in the hall, and it was not worthwhile for it to chase after them.
But before he could finish his thought, the iron door suddenly shook, and the huge force from the door made him fall forward. The others were shocked, and Batom and The Shire quickly rushed forward to block the door. Brando crawled up from the ground and returned to his original position. At this moment, he finally gave up on any hope and said with determination:
"There is only one way. You guys run first, split up. I'll hold this thing back. "
"Brando!" It was the first time that Roman saw the young man's uncertain expression, and the excitement in her heart seemed to have been washed away. Her worry was the same as when she was in Bucce. She wanted to stay and face the enemy with Brando, but this time, the young man wanted her to leave first.
This was not a battle that belonged to her.
Brando knew that the Crusader Executioner's strength was close to 47 OZ, and it was not something that the current Batom and The Shire could fight against. If they fought against this monster, they would only be killed in an instant. The Shire was fine, at most he would not be able to use his Highland Squire card for a while, but Batom, Cripple, Amandina, and the little Roman were all people that he could not afford to lose.
He had thought it through in an instant. Right now, he was the only one who could use his familiarity with this terrifying monster to lure it away and find a chance to escape. But when he looked at the huge monster that had just turned its head, and the two red Soulfire in its black eye sockets locked onto them, he was not confident at all. After all, this was a monster that was close to the middle of the Silver rank, and it was not like the Zombie Outlander Captain and Ebdon of this era who had not reached the Silver rank, or who had just reached the Silver rank.
Brando had thought of giving up on Batom, Cripple, and even Amandina, and let these subordinates buy time for him. He had the ability to do so, because other than him, they were not familiar with this terrifying undead creature. Sometimes, a small mistake in judgment was enough to change a lot of things.
In fact, such a thought flashed through his mind, but the young man shivered and rejected this tempting idea. He could not tolerate himself doing this, and even thinking about it made him shudder. He thought that if he could break his promise and give up on Batom, Cripple, and even Amandina, then one day he could give up on even more people.
Freya, the Roman, the princess, and everything he held on to would become a cold-blooded monster just for himself.
Brando shook his head and threw this cold thought out of his mind. In just an instant, he was sweating profusely as if he had just experienced a battle between heaven and earth. He said in a low voice: "You guys run first, split up. I'll hold this monster back. "
Batom stopped in his tracks: "My lord, you're the lord, how can we abandon you?" This experienced mercenary with a fiery red beard who was good at reading people's expressions completely put himself in the role of a retainer at this moment. Even he himself didn't realize it. It was natural.
"My lord, this is the general's guard of Madara's undead army. You are not its opponent, please let me buy time for you." The Shire put his hand on his chest and answered seriously.
"You know it?" Brando was surprised.
"Brando," Amandina pulled her hand out of Batom's hand, she turned around and said with a serious face: "We don't need you to be a hero, we've entrusted our ideals to you. At least, we hope that you can reconsider your promise to a weak woman!"
"What are you talking about, Amandina?" Batom grabbed the girl's shoulder and lost his temper.
But the second impact came quickly, and the three of them felt the terrible power of the door this time. Brando realized that there was not much time left, and he pointed his sword to the back and said in a low voice: "Since when did a woman have the right to interfere in a man's battle? Batom, take her away."
"Mister Brando, you …" Amandina was stunned, but she took a deep breath as if she suddenly understood Brando's meaning. She stopped and looked at the Knight with a complicated expression.
"Brando, what about me?" The Roman blinked and asked.
"Aren't you a woman?" Brando replied in an annoyed tone.
"Oh …" The little Roman was a little disappointed.
Since it was an order, Batom had no room to disobey. He could only nod and leave with Amandina and the Roman from the other side of the stage. He turned around and saw a small hidden door behind the cloth curtain. Most underground auction houses had such an emergency passage that led directly to the showroom. Sometimes it was manually or magically powered. On one hand, it was convenient to move goods, and on the other hand, it was to prevent possible interrogations.
Of course, the probability of the latter happening was close to zero.
At the same time, Brando also breathed a sigh of relief. If he dared to say that women should not be involved in war in The Amber Sword, the senior and leader who had been guiding him all this time would have beaten him to a pulp. But unknowingly, he had become a competent leader himself. And the old players and seniors who had gone through ups and downs with him had left one by one, leaving him to fight alone.
It was like this in the game, and it was the same here.
Although Brando had confidantes such as the Roman and Freya, subordinates such as Batom and Retto, and the intelligent Amandina as his aide, he could not help but feel lonely. However, he still couldn't help but feel lonely. Perhaps no one would understand why he was working so hard.
He turned around and looked at The Shire.
The wizard apprentice still looked at him firmly and replied: "My Lord, you know my identity. In a sense, your safety is more important than my life. Because even if I disappear, as long as my Lord is alive, then there is the possibility of me appearing again. Otherwise, everything is meaningless to me. "
"You have convinced me," Brando nodded: "In that case, you can stay."
The door finally opened with a click. The tip of the blood-red axe extended from behind the door. The door shook violently, and The Shire and Brando who were pressing on the door bounced back. But this time, they did not block it. Brando waved to The Shire and shouted: "Come, let's go to the other side." With that, he stood up and dragged his squire to his feet. He glanced behind him and then ran towards the door on the other side of the hall.
The Crusader Executioner swung the axe again and finally broke through the door. It lowered its body and crawled in. Just as it was about to look around, a ray of white light hit its head, and the spell instantly disintegrated. The terrifying undead creature turned its head and immediately saw Ciel and Brendel at the side. In fact, the young wizard apprentice was still maintaining his hand gesture.
"Over here, you brainless undead." Brando sneered.
The skeleton in blood-red armor roared and immediately chased after them. It straightened up, and the wooden and stone ceiling was smashed into pieces like tofu. The Crusader Executioner had 22 OZ agility, so although it looked huge and clumsy, it was actually astonishingly fast. As soon as it moved, its huge body was already in front of Brando with a cracking sound.
But Brando already knew this, so when he saw that The Shire's attack was ineffective, he immediately dragged the latter and rolled sideways into the door. Just as they escaped, the Crusader Executioner smashed the door frame with a bang. The monster stepped on the stone chips and walked into the room. It saw Brando and The Shire had already climbed up from the other side.
Brando stood up, panting, but he was not as nervous as he was when they were escaping from Bucce. On the contrary, his mind was clear at this moment. He knew that he and The Shire would not be able to deal any damage to this high-level undead, but he was not without a chance of survival. At least he knew that he had two options. The first option was to hold on until the Silver-winged Cavalry arrived. Although the Silver-winged Cavalry was a lackey of the All For One, he was not on the same side as Madara. Moreover, he was a Knight with the strength of a lower Gold-rank, so it was easy for him to deal with this monster.
He did not even need to do it himself. The Silver-winged Cavalry was the elite of the White-mane army, and the platoon leaders were all at least Silver-rank. Any one of them could easily kill this brainless undead.
But the Crusader Executioner was right in front of him, and he doubted if he could hold on for that long. It was not impossible for him to lose his head in the next moment. After thinking about it, Brando realized that it was more realistic to rely on himself, so he could only choose the second option.
And that was to find the [Elemental Revelation Scroll].
(PS. It hurts, I shouldn't have eaten that squid. I really only ate one, why is it so strong. My stomach hurts so much today.)
He clenched his teeth and wrote two chapters. This is the first chapter, the second chapter will be released later.
I'll grit my teeth and beg for a guaranteed monthly ticket for next month. Everyone, please support me when you see that I'm seriously injured and can't leave the frontlines.)
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