He turned around and saw the white-haired youth's frosty face.
The next thing that entered his field of vision was a dozen of Judland's heavy infantry behind the forest. The Judland people were one of the most common mercenaries in Aouine. It was as if the residents of the Abyssal Sea Region were professional soldiers. In fact, this tradition had its origins. The eleven port cities in the Judran region were at odds with each other, and the frequent wars gave birth to the profession of mercenaries.
A typical Judran mercenary would at least wear a fine and heavy scale armor, carry a flaming steel spear on their back, and a shield half the height of a person on top of the spear. A longsword and an axe hung at their waist. Those were the tools they used to make a living, and every Judran person inherited that wealth from their parents.
Brando did not even need to remember the background of the game as he was already familiar with it.
"What's going on?" He pulled on the reins to slow down his horse as he asked.
"Those are heavy infantry … … Sir," Amandina's beautiful black gem-like eyes hid a trace of vigilance. She turned around and answered: "They placed the heavy infantry at the back. It's obvious they don't trust us."
Brendel glanced at the back and suddenly had a hint of understanding. He smiled: "It's normal for them not to trust us."
"But."
Amandina's question caused the white-haired youth to snort in dissatisfaction.
Brando glanced at him and asked: "Then why did you place the Judran mercenaries at the back?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Redi replied curtly.
"Sir, it's like this. They are moving too slowly in the forest." The skinny youth tugged at his sleeve and answered: "Mister Makarov placed them here to prevent any unexpected situations. It's not that he doesn't trust you."
"I see. Two birds with one stone." "Compared to you, your companions aren't very good with words." Brendel's expression was one of understanding, but he did not forget to tease her.
Redi's expression immediately darkened and he left without a word, leaving the skinny youth behind with a bitter smile. Brando looked at the youth and asked: "What's your name?"
"My name is Sanford."
"Sanford, doesn't sound like a local name?"
"Because I was originally Braggs' baker apprentice … Of course, that was before I became a mercenary." The young man looked at them and asked, "Sir, from your accent, it seems that you are also from there?"
"I'm not, but they are." Brando gestured with his chin towards Amandina and the Roman lady.
Sanford smiled shyly as he looked at the girl riding beside Brando. But Amandina turned her head to the side and did not look at him. She was still a noble after all. Even though she was down and out, the arrogance of the Erouine nobles still flowed in her veins. She did not want to interact with a commoner. However, the Roman didn't have this concern. The merchant girl winked at the young man. She was from Bucce and could be considered as a fellow villager.
"That's right, it's explainable. But bringing heavy infantry to battle in the forest is not a good idea. "Amandina tilted her head and looked at the Judlan mercenaries at the edge of the forest.
But as soon as she said that, she was immediately met with a rebuttal.
"My lady, my lord, you can't say that. We have to eat in this world. Mr. Makarov is kind enough to take us in, and we have to be loyal to him. Look, I've never heard of a mercenary leaving his comrades in danger and running away alone. "
A sudden voice came from the forest. A bearded Judlan mercenary walked out from the back of the forest with a black weapon on his shoulder. He had a smile on his face as he shook his head and sighed with a heavy Abyssal Sea accent.
Brando, Amandina, and the Roman turned around to look at the man. The young man narrowed his eyes. A person who could move freely in the forest would definitely have a high status in the mercenary group.
"Frank, Assault Captain." The Judlan mercenary rubbed his nose and introduced himself.
"What's that?" Brando's gaze fell on the weapon in his hand.
"Flintlock gun, this is my treasure." Frank patted the pitch-black thing and laughed mischievously.
Brando knew about this weapon. It used discarded magic crystals as a primer, and active elemental probes to ignite the gunpowder. It was a weapon that belonged to this world. The Ofran people began to equip themselves with flintlock muskets as early as thirty years ago, and also established two flintlock regiments. The Dwarves were even earlier, and their use of matchlock muskets could be traced back to the Silver Year.
Firearms were extremely powerful in close range. The best quality flintlock gun could deal damage within fifty steps, and it was almost as powerful as a Brass ranked weapon of the same grade. The tactic of using firearms was very mature in this era, but it did not have a decisive advantage when compared to the enchanted projectile troops.
However, he knew that there were many mercenaries who liked to use firearms, especially handguns. There were only a few who used rifles. After all, there were no bayonets in this era. Brando glanced at the mercenary. In this world of magic, firearms did not change the way of warfare as much as in his previous world. Gunpowder weapons were not common, so he did not have the time to study how bayonets worked.
Amandina's face was a little hot. "Vulgar mercenary." She thought, but her face was still vigilant. "What did you mean by that?"
"What I meant was that the fighting style you mentioned is a concern that only a regular army would have. We are mercenaries who are struggling, so we naturally have our own way of doing things. No matter if we are heavy infantry or light swordsmen, no matter what the situation is, everyone has to fight side by side. What you said is not wrong, but you still have to consider reality … … "Frank replied respectfully. Even though he was respectful on the surface, it was not difficult to hear the disdain in his words.
Amandina choked for a moment. She knew that her knowledge was shallow because it was obtained from books, but she was still a little angry that her knowledge was taken for granted. She looked at Brando for a moment, then turned back. Her bright eyes were still vigilant, but she changed her tone and asked softly: "Do you believe what they said, Mister Brando?"
Brando looked at Frank and nodded.
"But."
"But what?" He asked back.
"Do you really believe —" Amandina looked at him and asked with her eyes.
Brando smiled and greeted Frank and Sanford, then urged his horse to speed up. He did not answer and only left the back view of the noble's daughter. But Amandina was a person who did not want to admit defeat. She also urged her horse to chase after him. She coughed and asked: "My lord, I feel that they are not normal."
"Why?"
"Intuition."
"Little Roman, what do you think?" Brando asked without turning his head.
"I don't know," Roman shook his head: "But my aunt said that if the explanation is too general or too detailed, it is a sign of guilt!"
Brando smiled and turned back to scratch her nose: "You know, but you still want to beat around the bush. What a sly little fox."
"I, I really don't know!" Roman raised his eyebrows and hurriedly explained.
Amandina didn't know what to do next to the flirting couple, but she finally understood what was going on. It was not that Brando did not know, but that he knew too well. It seemed that he had long suspected their motives. Saying that the heavy infantrymen were slow, so they were placed at the back of the line sounded like an excuse. She sighed in relief when she thought of this.
"If that's the case," Amandina looked at Roman and Brando and asked with a red face: "What should we do?"
"Just act according to the situation." Brando replied.
He had already remembered the plot mentioned in the guide, but he thought that as long as these people were not targeting him, everything would be fine. But this matter was a little troublesome, and he could not help but have a headache. He originally wanted to reduce the trouble. But he did not think that he would be dragged into a new problem. If he had to blame someone, he could only blame Buga and Makarov for provoking such a troublesome opponent.
Instead of saying that it was a competition between two mercenary groups, it was more accurate to say that the mastermind behind the 'Paper Cards' mercenary group had his eyes on the Grey Wolves Mercenaries.
He could not help but look at the people around him. He was not worried about their fates, but he was thinking about how to get out of this trouble. But then again, it was a little strange that a small mercenary group would attract the attention of these people.
Hey, Tree Herders — —
Compared to the Tree Herders, the members of All For One were like law-abiding citizens.
But what was the purpose of the Tree Herders after the 'Grey Wolves' mercenaries? Although he did not want to cause trouble, Brando subconsciously used the players' way of thinking to think about this matter. The guide gave the mission flow, but the details were very vague. Not to mention the background, which was not mentioned at all in the guide.
He knocked on his head and thought of a way to get out of this situation before the 'Grey Wolves' mercenaries and the Tree Herders fight. The BOSS of this quest was the Oracle 'Ekman'. The root of the word 'Ekman' came from the word 'Eaam' in the Rune Language. It was a symbol of the vast mountains and the boundless ocean. In ancient times, there was also a giant beast called 'Ekman', but whether it existed in Kirrlutz's mythology or in the legends of the mountain people, it symbolized walking between the mountains and forests. It was a huge, living, active mountain ridge.
The giant beast 'Ekman' was the descendant of the Mountain Giant Garl. Legend said that as long as it was connected to the earth, it would have endless life.
The Oracle 'Ekman', to Brando, was more like the name of a monster with a symbolic meaning. According to the legends, the Oracles were monsters that the Tree Shepherds used the Blood of God to cultivate in the bodies of animals and humans. Although they had such a sacred name, they were the same as the Golden Demonic Tree, a product that distorted nature and blasphemed against God.
Brando couldn't help but recall his experience with the Oracle of Heaven, 'Amar', and the Oracle of Darkness, 'Black Lotus'. The former was about level 50 in its incomplete form, and he fought it with his teammates in an underground dungeon in the Freeport of Ampere Seale. After a tough battle, they finally won. The latter was the true Oracle of Heaven, a level 67 Elite Leader, and the final boss of the 'Perfect' Heroic Main Story Quest in Deldere. They had to form two groups to defeat it.
The Oracle of Heaven was so terrifying, and even though it was only level 50, it had the strength of a Gold-ranked player. Brando didn't even have the slightest intention of fighting it. But he still wanted to take advantage of it. He looked at Buga and Makarov in front of him. In history, the 'Grey Wolves' mercenaries should have been annihilated in this battle, but Makarov and Buga didn't die, which meant that there was a problem.
As for what the problem was, it was up to him to decide.
In any case, Brando's mind started to work.
One must know that the Oracle of Heaven's loot list had the Heaven's Spear, Fana. It was one of the highest level fantasy weapons around level 50, and it was famous for its ability to ignore all physical defense. In the Dark Oracle's drop list, there was also the 'Dark Side of the Moon' that countless Nephilic Judge players went crazy over. The Dark Side of the Moon was a Mythical Weapon. Legend had it that this scythe was once used by the God of Death, Descartes.
Decapitation: 1% chance of ignoring all defense and dealing 50% of the current HP of non-boss units.
Annihilation: 10% chance of dealing damage to a weapon with this attribute to suppress all healing effects.
In conclusion, even though the Oracle of Heaven was powerful, it also had another name – Treasure Vault. The Tree Herders were really rich, and only Lady Martha knew how they got so many rare equipment. Of course, this was not the most ridiculous thing. "The Blood of the Gods of Heaven came from the God of the Clouds, Jammas. The Blood of the Gods of Darkness came from the Goddess of the Abyss, Elaine. The Blood of the Gods of Earth came from the Lord of the Mountains, the Giant Garwitch. Martha above, how did they get the Blood of the Gods that have long since disappeared? "Brando shook his head and muttered to himself.
After the Age of Darkness, the Gods in the sky had long since passed away and became stars. This was the era of mortals. Other than the one and only God of Gods, Martha, this world was no longer ruled by powerful willpower.
Those who were called Gods today were either fake Gods, or the many stars in the sky that were called 'Laws'.
"What are you thinking about, my lord?" Amandina saw that he was absent-minded.
Brando shook his head and blurted out: "The power of the mountains and rivers."
"The power of the mountains and rivers?"
Author's Note: Yesterday, the internet was cut off when I came back from dinner, and it's still not fixed yet.
But even if the heavens want to destroy me, I will not give up. I will do my best to protect myself.
There's also a 4000 word chapter below.
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