The Power of the Mountains was a pair of gauntlets.
In fact, the gauntlet was a special weapon in The Amber Sword. Although it was used by warriors, mercenaries, monks, and monk soldiers, compared to the latter two, it was less common among warriors and mercenaries.
However, this did not stop Brando from being interested in the Power of the Mountains.
When it came to the Oracle 'Ekman', the first thing that came to the mind of the players would be the 'Power of the Mountains', which was the most valuable item on the list, or the 'Thunder Slayer', which was a complete drop. Of course, Brando would not dream about the 'Thunder Slayer'. As a level 67 Oracle, it should have the corresponding Elemental Power. Destroying a group of people like them would only be a matter of moving its fingers.
Although the future Grand Sword Hero Buga had also activated his Elemental Power, there was a natural difference between humans and sacred-blood creatures. Unless the body was perfected in the later stage and obtained the golden bloodline, the difference between humans and sacred-blood creatures was several levels. Otherwise, humans would be at a disadvantage as a lower race.
However, not to mention the level 62 Thunder Slayer, even the Power of the Mountains was enough to tempt people.
As a level 45 Fantasy weapon, Brando did not know how powerful the gauntlets were. In fact, he had only seen it once in a video. However, he knew one thing for sure. In terms of damage amplification, a level 45 Fantasy weapon was seventeen to eighteen times more powerful than the Thorn of Light, or even more.
Just this point alone was enough to make any player go crazy.
In the past, Brendel had seen players who got Mythical or Fantasy weapons that were not suitable for their class and had to retrain their accounts. After all, players could choose their own class, but not everyone could get their hands on a weapon that was fantasy grade or above. This was a matter of luck.
Of course, he could not do that now, but he was more than willing to redesign his leveling plan for a God weapon. After all, it was something that would bring him huge profits. Take the Lionheart Sword for example. The kings of Aouine had been searching for it for almost seven centuries, but there was still no news of it.
The Lionheart Sword was merely a Fantasy weapon, a Level 70 Fantasy longsword.
Even though he had a clue about the Lionheart's whereabouts, Brendel knew that having a clue and completing a quest were two completely different things. It was too vague and unrealistic. If he could get the Power of the Mountains first, then his class design would definitely be based on the first Fantasy weapon.
He then patted his head to remind himself that both the Lionheart Sword and the Power of the Mountains were just a fantasy. The Grey Wolves mercenary group had not encountered the Tree Herders yet, and their representative, the Paper Cards mercenary group, were nowhere to be seen. In fact, it was just his wishful thinking that Buga and Makarov could kill the Oracle.
All in all, safety was the first priority. Then, he would see if he could find an opportunity to make some money. That was the safest way. Once Brando entered the zone, he would naturally follow the rules of the game. At this moment, Madara, the Lizardmen, the Oracle, and the Tree Herders were not even worth mentioning.
The Oracle was a terrifying opponent, but that was all there was to it. Brando himself had faced three out of the twelve Tree Herders and defeated two of them. Even though he was no longer level 130, his experience and knowledge were still at that height.
The Oracle was not without flaws.
"The Power of the Mountains?" Amandina's black gem-like eyes flashed with a trace of doubt. She asked in confusion: "What is the Power of the Mountains?"
"Uh … … I just thought of a famous treasure in this area. Legend has it that it is in the ruins of the Silver Elves, but no one has ever seen it. " Brando had to find a suitable excuse for his slip of the tongue. He could not say that the Power of the Mountains was actually a fantasy weapon with a golden label, and that there would be an Oracle called 'Ekman' who would bring it over.
He did not want to leave an impression that he was mentally unstable in Amandina's mind.
But even so, his words still aroused the dissatisfaction of this noble lady. Amandina looked at him with a hint of resentment and sighed: "My lord, now is not the time to think about this, right?"
"Of course." Brando could only nod with a bitter smile: "I was just distracted for a moment."
But he could only fool himself. Amandina was smart and sharp, and she looked at him suspiciously. In her impression, the young knight was a shrewd and cautious young knight who would not be distracted by unimportant matters. It was as though he was constantly plotting something. Even though everything he did seemed to be unrelated on the surface, but in the end, it was proven that everything was arranged in advance.
Amandina was doubtful of how a person could achieve such a feat. The plan was still a plan, but Brendel seemed to know that some things would eventually happen, and he waited calmly for the right moment to happen.
This kind of person was either extremely confident or had foresight. He was able to see the future, and could see the direction of the development of a matter.
Of course, she did not even think that a person could predict the future.
Even the astrologers who belonged to the royal family could only predict the direction of major events through the strings and cards controlled by the Twins of Fate. No one could predict the future, no matter how big or small. In her opinion, the only ones who could do this were the gods, but even the gods had passed away in this era. She obviously did not think that Brendel was not from this world.
"A moment of distraction?" Amandina frowned slightly, and she showed a slight dissatisfaction: "My lord, if there are some things that you are not willing to tell me, I will not ask."
Brando felt that he was more wronged than Dou E. Even though he had some secrets that he could not tell outsiders, he had no choice. Martha above, how could he tell outsiders these things? Even if he did, no one would believe him, and he would only leave behind the name of a lunatic. He wasn't going to do such a bad deal.
He could only patiently explain: "It's not like that, Miss Amandina … …"
But before he could finish, the Roman lady came back from who knows where and promised him with an excited expression: "If it's Brando's secret, I won't ask! The Roman promises! "
Brando glared at her fiercely. If there was a person in this world who was the best at showing off a desire to see the world in chaos, it would be this merchant lady.
But in the end, he sighed and waved his hand: "Forget it, let's talk about business. Set up your tents a little closer to me at night. Don't take off your outer leather armor, and don't sleep too deeply, understand? "
Amandina immediately looked around cautiously: "What's wrong?"
"We'll talk about it when the time comes." He turned his head and saw the merchant lady nodding her head, but her expression clearly said 'I don't care at all'. Brendel's eyes immediately narrowed. He knew her temperament very well, "Especially you, my dear Miss Romaine. You better stay awake. Don't think I don't know that you're like a little pig when you're asleep. If Mother Marsha doesn't come personally, no one would be able to wake you up."
"But my aunt said that women will age quickly if they don't sleep early."
"You didn't even die when you didn't sleep for a few days in Bucce."
"But if I slept at that time, Madara would catch up to me."
"It's the same now." Brando replied in an annoyed tone.
… …
His hands were stained with the smell of spices.
From the pungent aroma, Eco could distinguish the large and small fennel from the Silver Sand Coast and the cinnamon from Grinoires. He had practiced his sense of smell in the toxicology class, and distinguishing spices was just one of the skills he had learned. But the rich fragrance in the air still stimulated his nostrils and made him want to sneeze. Eke wished that his heart had stopped beating, but it did not go as he wished. His heart was still thumping in his chest.
He shut his mouth tightly, trying not to make a sound. Even if he desperately wanted to gasp for breath, his chest hurt, and his head was attacked by waves of dizziness, he could only endure and let the sweat on his forehead drip down. He looked down and saw the sweat dripping down and forming a dark spot on the white sack.
"Who are you people?"
"What are you doing here?"
Eke could not see the person who spoke, but he could tell who it was from the familiar voice. It was the leader of the second squadron, Capo, and his comrades. "Don't come over —" He thought, "Don't speak. Everyone, turn around and leave. Those bastards, don't let them get suspicious. "He stared at the shadows on the opposite wall, afraid that he would miss the slightest detail.
Occasionally, he would close his eyes and pray to Mother Marsha, praying that Capo and the others would leave immediately.
But he knew that was impossible.
Unless a miracle happened.
That was why he prayed for a miracle.
He always knew that his adoptive father, Makarov, left some men in town to keep an eye on him. Rather than keeping an eye on him, it was more like taking care of him. Apart from Buga and his adoptive father, Capo was the one who took care of him the most in the mercenary group. He was also his first swordsmanship teacher. He also knew that the man known as' Maned Wolf 'Makarov knew that he was hiding in town all this time. Even when he sneaked back to the inn, they should know about it as well.
It was just a tacit understanding between them.
They still treated him like a child, as if he was always someone who needed to be taken care of.
But it was different this time. Those guys, those guys are definitely not from the 'Paper Cards' mercenary group. What's the big deal about the 'Paper Cards' mercenary group? Do you think I, Aike, will be afraid of an old rival who has been opposing me all year round? Why didn't his adoptive father think of this? He couldn't help but rub his forehead, but halfway through, he put down his hand.
"We can't let those bastards find out."
"But Capo and his men are still outside. They are not their match."
"Those bastards are demons who kill without batting an eyelid."
Eke struggled. There were a few times when he wanted to jump out to warn Capo and shout for them to leave. Even though he knew that his actions would be of no use, the young man's feelings for Capo Yi as both a teacher and a friend urged him to fulfill his duty. It was his duty, but he knew that he had a more important responsibility.
He could not let those bastards succeed.
"Where is the young man you were chasing?" Capo spoke again.
Eke's heart skipped a beat.
"Hurry up and hand Eke over, we all saw it!" This was another younger voice, sounding even more impatient.
Chris, you impulsive bastard!
Eke cursed in his heart. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on his sword. His whole body couldn't help but tremble. Then he heard that familiar laughter. It was bone-chilling, like ice needles piercing his back.
"Hehehe, so you are really with him …"
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