The huge skeleton took a step forward and raised its battle axe. Even though it was still behind a wall, the experienced Brendel knew that he was already within its attack range, and he could not help but feel a chill in his heart. He couldn't think of any way to defend himself, and the only chance he had was to sacrifice an arm to save his life.
He had already made the decision.
But at that moment, a handsome young man with silver hair and purple eyes walked out from the corner with a gloomy expression. He was about 25 or 26 years old, and he bumped right into Brando. Behind him were two soldiers wearing dark blue Knight's uniform, silver breastplates, longswords, and silver scales on their epaulettes. It was the uniform of the Silver-winged Cavalry.
This young man was one of the lieutenants of the Silver-winged Cavalry's commander, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Grinoires, Viscount Tirste. When he saw Brando, he seemed to have thought of something, but his face quickly turned gloomy. Without saying a word, he pulled out a thin sword from his waist and stabbed towards Brando's left chest.
His speed was fast, and his sword was both accurate and ruthless. It was hard for a normal person to see, and it looked like a thin silver line drawn in the air. But Brendel's reaction was quick, and he knew it was an enemy when he saw the enemy's expression. But he did not know how strong the enemy was, and he was unarmed, so he could only subconsciously protect his vitals and dodge to the side.
Viscount Tirste was stunned. He didn't expect an ordinary Iron-ranked mercenary to be so alert. He only managed to adjust the angle of his attack in the end, but the thin sword only pierced through Brando's shoulder like a venomous snake, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Brando groaned and fell to the side. He was shocked. He saw clearly that Tirste was a middle-ranked Knight, and he was at least a Gold-ranked fighter. Luckily, Tirste wasn't paying attention when he attacked, or else he would be a cold corpse by now.
He didn't have time to think about how he had offended a level 3 expert, and such a young one at that. This guy must be an Enlightener. In fact, Brando wasn't wrong. Tirste wasn't just an Enlightener, he was also the Holy Son of All For One. Compared to most of his peers, this young man had the right to be arrogant.
But this was the second time Brando had failed. Tirste had never failed before, but ever since Borg Nainai's disappearance, his daughter's disappearance had been a few days ago. They already knew that Borg Nainai's family was related to Borg Nainai's family. Nesone's family might be related to the Seifer Dynasty from more than a hundred years ago. This was related to a huge secret, but he had originally concluded that a noble's daughter would not be able to play any tricks. He did not expect this confidence to disappear under his nose. He had always been frivolous on the surface, but he was cautious on the inside. However, this was the first time he had tasted the bitter fruit of failure.
There was also the young man in front of him.
All the information he gathered in the past few days pointed to a mistake in their information gathering. Based on the information gathered, All For One in Braggs could conclude that there was a leader above the Copper Dragon Retto. It was a young man, so Tirste's first suspicion was that Brando had appeared with Batom that day.
Of course, it was just a thought, and Tirste didn't take it to heart. He just didn't expect to meet Brando in a place like this. The moment he saw Brando, he wanted to test him out. But his test was to kill him. Even if he killed the wrong person, it wouldn't matter.
After all, he was just a nameless mercenary.
But he didn't expect Brando to give him a surprise. A huge surprise.
When Brendel fell, he went right between Tirste and the two soldiers, and used the momentum to roll behind the three of them. Our viscount could not help but be startled. Just as he was about to turn around and strike again, the wall in front of him suddenly cracked open. The bloody pointed helmet of the Crusader Executioner poked out from under the small door, and then it stretched forward. The giant axe lifted the entire wall and caused it to collapse to one side.
Tirste was shocked and deflected the axe with his sword. The wind from his sword caused the wall to collapse, but he couldn't help but exclaim: "The Crusader Executioner!"
The giant skeleton wouldn't show mercy just because he was a core member of All For One. The first thing it saw in its burning eye sockets was Tirste's slender sword that blocked its axe. Its soulfire flickered, and its right claw pierced towards the Erouine's ribs.
If the claw connected, the upper half of an ordinary person's body would probably explode. However, Tirste didn't panic and raised his left hand to block the Crusader Executioner's attack. His movement wasn't large, but the giant skeleton's claw couldn't move an inch forward.
"Go catch that young man!" The Crusader Executioner was infamous for its ferocity, and this monster was a Silver-ranked swordsman. Even a newly promoted Gold-ranked swordsman like him did not dare to underestimate it. He could only order his subordinates to stop Brendel.
Unfortunately, Brando was smarter than he thought. In fact, when he rolled forward, he had already considered letting the Crusader Executioner clash with the skeleton. Before the giant skeleton could attack, he had already shaken them off and made his escape. The [Elemental Enlightenment Scroll] was in the room outside the door.
If the Wind Spirit Spiders didn't find the wrong room.
Brando slammed the door open, and the first thing he saw was a set of mana potions on the table. Of course, he recognized them because they were created by him and Tamar. These were the mana potions he sold to the auction house. Brando felt a chill in his heart.
He still found the wrong room.
But he was startled, and then he saw the box on the chair beside him. The young man's breath couldn't help but quicken slightly. He saw that familiar burnt yellow parchment lying quietly in the box.
That was it, the scroll that could save his life. If he used the 'Holy Sword' card to activate the second level of power, even if it was only temporary, Brando was confident that he wouldn't be at a disadvantage against a Gold-ranked opponent. At the very least, he could escape without a problem. He immediately rushed over and grabbed the scroll. Then, he bit his finger and smeared his blood on the center of the scroll.
The elemental contract was so simple.
The scroll glowed and began to burn. It was different from the fire of the mortal world. It came from the domain of the fire element — the elemental fire of the Hell Babatar abyss, which was also the fire of the contract. In Wohnde, whether it was the angels of heaven or the demons of the underworld, they all used the elemental fire to carve the mark of the contract. This tradition originated from the beginning of the world, when Martha and the Fire Spirit King made the first contract. In fact, this tradition was not encouraged throughout history. Even the merchants in the human world used the method of branding on parchment to establish contracts before the Age of Chaos. It was also influenced by it.
After the contract of fire was established, the same pattern on the scroll randomly appeared on the back of Brando's hand. This was the elemental pattern, the symbol of an elementalist.
Brando carefully checked his elemental pattern and found that it was the most common pattern of fire in Erouine. He couldn't help but sigh. He thought that he should have some special patterns. Not to mention the six elemental sacred patterns of Tuman, at least a three or four elemental pattern would be good. A single elemental was the most unpromising type of elemental.
But fortunately, he didn't do it to become an elementalist.
The prompt of the establishment of the contract was projected on his retina as usual, a line of green words faintly. Then his elemental pool was formed. There were six slots of each element, seven slots of fire element, and no light and dark elemental pools. Seeing this, Brando once again confirmed that this body did not have the potential to become an elementalist.
The player elementalist had seventeen slots of each element and a complete light and dark elemental pool. Even so, it was only the qualification of an elementalist.
Of course, at least it was much better than Brando's state.
If there was a description to describe Brando's state, it would be that he was the most unsuitable person to become a wizard or an elementalist. He was just lucky enough to open an elemental enlightenment scroll. [A single Fire Arrow requires three Fire Elements. That means if I'm an Elementalist, my Elemental Pool is only enough for me to cast Lesser Spells twice a week. (* Lesser Spells that are not part of the twelfth circle are called Lesser Spells. The Shire's Magic Arrow was a typical secondary spell.
Although he didn't want to become an elementalist, seeing this nondescript elemental pool, Brando didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while.
He coughed and suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. He didn't know if it was the young man with the strength of gold. His heart tightened and he subconsciously wanted to grab the mana potion on the table. But this time, he grabbed empty air. Just as he stretched out his hand, he realized that he was no longer in the auction house.
He found himself in a vast expanse of darkness.
The room, the table, the mana potion, and everything that should have existed had disappeared, leaving only a vast darkness that he had never seen before. No, Brando suddenly remembered that he had seen this kind of darkness in the game. That was when he died. He couldn't help but be shocked. Was he already dead?
But this was not a game.
Then what was this situation?
He couldn't help but look around. The first thing he thought was whether he was in an illusion. But let's not talk about whether this was superfluous. At least in the illusions he had heard of, there was no such thing. Unless it was an illusion that directly affected the mind. But that kind of illusion would stimulate the unyielding talent. It was impossible for him not to notice it at all.
But in the next moment, Brando was stunned.
He saw a young man with shoulder-length black hair and a pair of ghostly blood-red eyes walk out of the darkness. The young man looked at him and smiled slightly. His delicate hand that was as beautiful as a woman's gently brushed the silver robe on his body. Then he smiled and said, "It seems that you are very confused."
Brando recognized the robe on the young man's body. It was the robe of an elementalist. It was just that the four crisscrossing blood-red patterns on the sleeves of the robe made him slightly startled. Among the high-level elementalists, those who mastered level 12 spells became elementalists. They were the envoys of the Elf King. There was a pattern on the elementalist robe.
Those with two patterns were the great teachers of the Elemental Throne.
Those with three patterns were the demons who had long been known as the Sage.
What were the four patterns?
Brando could only think of one name. The Elemental Emperor, Tuman. This young man did indeed fit the description of the Miirna people in the myths. He had black hair and blood-red eyes, and was a follower of the Dark Dragon. But he hesitated for a long time, not daring to confirm whether this young man was the legendary figure. Tuman had been dead for thousands of years, hadn't he?
But the young man seemed to see the doubts in his heart. He smiled and nodded, "I am Tuman."
"You are Tuman?" Brando was so surprised that he even forgot his situation for a moment, "Why are you here?"
"That's not important, Brando." Tuman replied, "My last contractor died almost three hundred years ago, and the last person who carried these cards was unwilling to give up his path as a Knight. It's just that I didn't expect that in just a few decades, there would be a new successor."
He paused for a moment and smiled, "What I mean is, are you willing to stop for a while and listen to the story of the Planeswalkers?"
"Planeswalkers?"
Brando was slightly startled.
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