[It's almost midnight.]
Brendel could not help but think of the strategy guide. It said that the enemies would make their first move at midnight after the Lizardmen bandits were eliminated. The enemies in the guide were obviously the Tree Shepherds, or the mercenary group 'Paper Cards' that was standing in front of the stage. — — — —
'… The sudden attack was very fierce, and it could be said that all of us were struck senseless. The attack started from the North, but anyone who tried to escape to the South would die at least once. That's because the main force of the Tree Herders was in the South. Well, at least this means that the advanced AI that Torrentialrain promised wasn't just a gimmick on paper …]
[Our response was to try our best to save the Grey Wolves mercenary group from the fate of destruction. It's worth noting that the Maned Wolf Makarov and the vice leader, Buga, are extremely strong. They're about 45V and 55V Players. Ensuring their survival is the most important factor in helping you complete the quest.]
[However, we did discuss another possible solution. It came from a small discovery in the East. I think Torrentialrain must have considered the Players' endurance at this stage, so they designed a Radiant Altar in the East of this area …]
[Our group discussed how to transport it, but it doesn't matter what method we use. There's no doubt that as long as you can save the Grey Wolves mercenary group from the fate of destruction. This might be the most important condition for the quest to reach a 100% completion rate.]
Brando rubbed his nose. Rather than calling it a guide, it was more like a lesson summary. Due to the unique nature of the quest, he couldn't complete it repeatedly. He used to view the whole story as if he was reading a novel. After all, it was exciting to watch a group of players go on an adventure.
Brando especially liked using his imagination to fill in the gaps between the lines. It was as if he was there in the real world.
"Damn it! If you're writing a battle report, you should at least make the time, place, and characters clear!"
Brando couldn't help but curse the person who wrote the guide had a bad habit. Is there really no problem with words like 'one day at midnight' appearing in a serious lesson summary post?
In the past, he didn't think so, but now, he realized that this kind of perfunctory attitude was very harmful. Of course, at this time, he couldn't drag that guy out from the other side of the internet to listen to him talk about 'real men, big boobs'. Now, he could only rely on his own experience to make up for the lack of a strategy. The only thing left for him to do was to look up at the sky.
Of course, there was also the hope that Reidy could finish his sentence a little faster.
Of course, he wasn't aiming for a 100% completion rate. In the past, if he completed a mission perfectly in the game, there would be a so-called double reward. But in this real world, where was he supposed to find the damned 'system' to receive the reward?
Mo Fei silently prayed to the sky, "Lord Martha, please throw a pie down."
This was obviously unrealistic.
Brando's plan was very clear. Previously, he did not understand the direction of the entire plot. Now that he remembered it clearly, he naturally had to revise his plan. Now, he had to leave the 'Grey Wolves' mercenaries before the Tree Herders attacked, and then rush to the Altar of Light to open another branch.
Then, he would directly use this branch to flatten the Lizardmen Bandits, get the Sage Slate, and leave.
As for whether the 'Grey Wolves' mercenaries lived or died, it didn't matter much to him. Every year in Wohnde, there were hundreds of mercenary groups that were destroyed due to various conflicts. Moreover, he didn't think that he had the ability to subdue 'Maned Wolf' Makarov or Buga.
Makarov was a level 45 Great Swordsman, and Buga was a level 56 Knight of the Church who had activated his Elemental Energy. Of course, Buga himself might not admit this. But no matter what, Brando didn't dare to think about these two big names for the time being.
What he was relying on now was to find more potential stocks like Amandina and Tamar. Since he could see the future, then investing in the long term was obviously the best way to do things with low risk and high returns.
But even though his imagination was beautiful, reality was not what he wanted. Not to mention that there were no flaws in his plan, Brando definitely did not consider such an unexpected situation.
While he was thinking about it, the Roman girl behind him couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Brando."
She raised her beautiful eyebrows and used her finger to poke Brando's back. She once again used a voice that she thought was very soft. Of course, the merchant girl thought that her voice was very soft, but with her temperament, it was mostly wishful thinking.
Everyone present was scared out of their wits by this sudden voice.
In fact, the Roman's voice wasn't very loud. At most, it was similar to her 'normal' voice, and at most, it was a little hurried. But in this silent night, in this silent forest, it was still a little out of place.
"Bu … Wuuuu."
Brando covered the girl's mouth with his hand and looked back. As expected, he saw Redi stopped and looked around vigilantly.
At this moment, Brando felt like strangling the Roman girl to death. But of course, he wouldn't do that because he couldn't bear to do it.
Fortunately, Redi only seemed to be nervous for a moment, and then turned back to talk to her companions. Brando sighed in relief. Then, he thought of something and turned back to glare fiercely at Roman.
But the merchant girl was still shaking her head unhurriedly and kept making 'wuuuu' sounds. It seemed that she was quite dissatisfied with Brando's actions.
Brando almost lost his temper at first, but he immediately felt that something was wrong.
Although Romaine was a little undisciplined and had the guts to act lawlessly on the surface, he knew that this girl who often smiled like a little fox was actually very shrewd on the inside.
Otherwise, how could she not be at a disadvantage?
Just as he thought of this, the Nightsong Tiger stretched out a rough hand and pressed on his hand. He was slightly startled. This was even more unusual. As his summoned creatures, the Mercenaries of Lopes rarely acted on their own initiative.
He raised his head and saw the experienced mercenary's eyes filled with vigilance.
Brando let go of his hand, and the Roman also stopped.
Not only them, even Redi stopped again. The white-haired young man couldn't help but turn around and look at them.
The forest seemed to have quieted down for a moment.
Not only the people, but even the wind stopped.
"What did you hear?" Brando asked subconsciously. He knew that the Roman's senses were far better than normal people.
The merchant girl glared at him fiercely, then nodded.
Brando's nose twitched, and his heart skipped a beat. There was a strange smell in the air. It was a little pungent, but it was more like a spicy stench. It seemed to be the smell of boiling water from underground volcanoes.
The smell of sulfur.
Brando's mind flashed with this thought, and he had already unsheathed his sword. He didn't even think about it as it was an instinctive reaction.
"Those damned Disciples of the Black Flames! That bastard who wrote the guide tricked me again. If he had said earlier that there were Disciples of the Black Flames, I wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess! "
He cursed in his mind in an instant.
The Disciples of the Black Flames belonged to the forces of the Twelve Patriarchs of the Tree Herders, 'Gu Worm Lord' Mayad. However, they were different from the 'Gu Magicians' who played with insects. These dregs of the human race were the bastards that dealt with those fellows in the fiery Sulphur River!
They were collectively known as the people below!
Simply put.
They were the Demon Lords of the Jorgendy Ridge.
Brando couldn't help but slap his head in frustration. He should have thought of this earlier. The forest near Erouine's southern border had always been the territory of the Disciples of the Black Flames. However, his attention was focused on the Sage Slate and the strange 'Grey Wolves' mercenaries. For a moment, he had forgotten about this common sense.
Was this the legendary 'darkness under the lamp'?
However, the reason why Brando was so wary of these people was not because they were strong. It was because these bastards were crazy. They were even crazier than the fanatics of the Holy Church. When the battle started, they were probably just short of shouting that they were invulnerable.
Moreover, the Disciples of the Black Flames had chained up different demons. Although they were fighting together, they each had their own ulterior motives. This should have seriously affected their battle strength, but the creatures under the Jorgendy Ridge had all kinds of strange abilities that were hard to guard against.
Moreover, the high-level disciples could absorb the power of the demons and fuse with the demons they had chained up. Brando wanted to vomit just thinking about that disgusting scene.
One or two of these monsters would be fine, but if there were too many of them, even a God would not be able to handle it.
Brendel's first instinct was to run away. However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, there was a gust of wind in the darkness.
As a reincarnated Warrior at level 130, Brando was all too familiar with this sound. He subconsciously shrunk his neck, and sure enough, he saw a black chain with two spiked balls flying out from the darkness of the forest.
Spiked Ball.
"There's a Lord of Spiked Chains." Brendel watched as the spiked ball tore down a thick tree trunk and flew past Redi and the youth beside him. Even though it did not cause any damage, it clearly scared the two youths out of their wits.
Brendel felt the roots of his teeth turning sour.
In the Jorgendy Ridge's underground purgatory, the Lord of Spiked Chains was one level higher than the Cerberus. It was a level 29 demon. Previously, when he went to the Lava Pool area to train at level 30, he suffered a lot from these guys. He did not expect that the shadow of his' childhood 'would repeat itself today.
However, what happened next did not give him time to deal with his aching teeth.
He saw Redi and the young man turn and run.
"Brainless idiots!" Brando almost jumped up from his seat. How could a level 29 Lord of Spiked Chains have such a bad hit? This was obviously a test. He knew all too well about these cunning guests below. He was almost certain that they were facing a scouting party.
However, Redi's escape would probably attract the attention of the Disciples of the Black Flames.
Of course, he did not care if Redi was dead or alive. The problem was that they were heading in the same direction.
Brando immediately patted the Nightsong Tiger's shoulder and roared in a hoarse voice: "Go catch those two brats! Drag them back! "
(PS: Please give me some support. Anything is good. Students, my results are really disappointing. I feel really lonely when no one cares about me.)
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