Under the moonlight, the rider looked like a translucent crystal statue, glowing under the fine dust. It held a silver spear in its hand and rode around the periphery of the temple. Then, it disappeared from everyone's sight on the other side of the wall. The whole process was silent. But Brando was able to determine the general attributes of the Ghost Knight. It was a territorial monster. He immediately decided on his strategy.
He turned around and saw thirteen pairs of eyes with different colors. They were hesitant and nervous. The mercenaries, including the Nightsong Tiger, held their breaths as they waited for his command. Amandina covered her mouth with her hand and coughed twice. She then took a deep breath to calm herself down.
But her brown eyes were bright like the stars in the sky. There was no fear or hesitation in her eyes. Her gaze was still on the direction of the temple. Brando's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously paid more attention to the young lady to prevent her from sneaking out on a whim. To this egotistical fellow who called himself 'Lord Roman', this didn't seem to be something impossible.
It was as if there was no danger in this world for her.
There were times when Brendel could not help but wonder how his aunt, whom he had never met before, managed to raise Romaine into such a character. A normal family would not have the ability to do so. But now was not the time to think about that. He turned around and said, "The strategy is actually very simple." He parted the shrubs and looked around. Then, he raised his sword and pointed to the side of the hill. "See that Grinoires black pine? You guys go there and ambush it. You just need to wait for me to lure it over. "
That's it?
Everyone was stunned.
"But … … What are we going to do, My Lord?" The Nightsong Tiger asked doubtfully.
Brendel glanced at him and thought to himself, [Do you still need people to teach you this? Since you've already entered the ambush, you don't have to be courteous. But this was the difference between the players and the natives. The players would not care about the consequences. They would just fight and think about it later. The worst that could happen was death.
Therefore, he was startled for a moment, and then answered matter-of-factly, "This … of course, with all his might …" However, he suddenly realized where the problem was, so he simply changed to a simpler way of explaining, "Alright, in other words, you can just take it that he has a grudge against you for stealing your wife and killing your son."
'My wife and child?'
The Nightsong Tiger paused for a moment and asked in confusion: "But my lord, to be honest, my wife died in the war with Cruz."
Brando sighed and facepalmed.
"Then you can treat it as if it owes your mercenary group a million Tor and does not intend to pay."
Shock!
Since the Mercenaries of Lopes became famous, they had never heard of anyone who dared to delay their payment. There was a saying that cutting off one's livelihood was equivalent to killing one's parents. If they did not take revenge, how could they live under the same sky?
The eyes of the Mercenaries of Lopes turned red in an instant. The Nightsong Tiger gripped his axe so tightly that it creaked. He shouted: "Martha above, so it's the same as the untrustworthy Anjou people! My lord, please do not worry. In the name of Lady Martha, we will beat the shit out of that undead who deserves to be cursed. We will teach it that it is not so easy to owe the Lopes people a debt! "
Amandina stood awkwardly at the side as she listened to the mercenary's ramblings. As the daughter of a wealthy family in Bruglas, she did not have the chance to speak with such vulgar language. The profanities in his words almost made her faint, but she clenched her teeth and held on. She coughed and whispered with a red face:
"Brando, the opponent is the legendary Ghost Knight. Can we really defeat it?" Amandina was not Brando's summoned creatures like these mercenaries. They could wholeheartedly trust him, but she still had doubts in her heart. Brando's plan was too simple. With such a simple method, wouldn't anyone be able to defeat the Ghost Knight?
They were just a small group of ordinary mercenaries, and not all of them were Sword Masters, Great Wizards, Sorcerers, or Elven Messengers.
In the limited description of the Specter Knight in the literature, the strength of the Specter Knight was at least at the peak of the Silver rank, close to the level of a Gold rank knight. What were they going to use to fight against a quasi-Gold-tier swordsman? Was it just an ambush? However, the ambush would not increase their fixed combat strength. Or could it be that the purpose of hiding there was just to scare the enemy?
Alright, even if this made sense, one had to consider that undead creatures wouldn't feel fear at all, right?
"Of course." Brando used a matter-of-fact answer to block her words.
"Why?"
Amandina could not help but ask.
"Don't worry, it won't attack us. To be exact, it can't hit us."
"It can't hit us?" Amandina was tongue-tied. What kind of reason was that? Why couldn't the Ghost Knight be hit? Was it handicapped? Or was it that the Knight was actually a pacifist? For a moment, she could not help but feel a little angry. This was not a good time to joke, but she thought about Brando's glorious achievements. It seemed that even the most ridiculous things would become normal in front of him.
But the most inconceivable thing was that every time it happened, it proved that he was right.
Amandina suddenly felt that she should calm down. But she still could not control herself and complained in a small voice: "I, I can't accept this kind of explanation. I'm your aide, my lord … …"
Brando shrugged. It was really difficult for him to explain.
Because there were very few monsters that would patrol along a fixed route, this meant that the Ghost Knight had a very strong sense of territory. But in the game, this type of monster had another name, and that was — Lord Monsters. These monsters had a common characteristic, and that was that they would wander around their fixed area. Once they touched the boundary of their territory, no matter what happened at that time, they would immediately turn back.
This type of monster was extremely rare in the game, and because of this mandatory setting, it was easy for players to exploit the loopholes in the rules to kill monsters that were much higher level than them.
That was why most of the Lord Monsters were abnormally fierce, and most of them were long-ranged creatures. For example, the sealed Black Dragon in the Kanoru Canyon, the Seven Dragons King, Fusia Kath. Hound God Oglaister's teacher, the Evil Dragon that was nicknamed "Master Craftsman" by the players. Even though its sealing area was only three miles, its attack range was as far as a hundred miles. It was one of the strongest monsters in the Northern Wohnde.
The other type of monster was even more overpowered. It was a monster that could not be killed outside of its domain. For example, Khal the Earthly Spirit.
But Brando also knew that there was a third type of Lord Monsters. That was the Quest Boss that was limited by the storyline and the quest, so that a more powerful monster could reasonably appear in a lower level area, so that players of the corresponding level could have a chance to kill it. Obviously, this Ghost Knight was the last type. Of course, when the players who completed this quest for the first time wrote the guide, the players at that time did not have a deep understanding of the "Amber Sword" as they did later on, so they used a brute force approach in the guide.
But in Brando's opinion, it was not that troublesome.
But he was actually a little disappointed, because even if he did, he would have a way to take down the Ghost Knight. But because the original setting was a "Plot Kill", the equipment dropped by the monster would be reduced by 50%, and that was not just a little. Basically, it would completely reduce the portion of the over-level reward, and even exceed it by a little.
Brando did not know how this world was set up, but according to his original experience, it should not be far off.
He lowered his head and looked at Amandina with his tea-brown eyes without blinking. In fact, he also knew the reason why the Ghost Knight could not be too far away from the temple. These evil spirits were born from the unyielding resistance of the ancient Elven Kings, but Martha sealed the altar before they had the time to rush out of their nest. In history, many of the Erouine priests and monks died in that incident, so the royal family had been unwilling to mention this secret for many years. On the other hand, the sealed altar no longer provided magic, so the evil spirits naturally could not maintain it.
It was just that this altar seemed to have a trace of life remaining, which prevented it from immediately disintegrating, but it could only hover around the temple.
But it was simple to say, but to explain all of this involved the knowledge of the soul and the Mana Core. Brando was a player, so he could speak without restraint, but this knowledge was one of the core knowledge of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. It involved the contract between humans and spirits, and was also the source of their power. He was not a highly accomplished theologian, and if he pretended to be a half-baked wizard with the identity of a Highland Knight, it would be fine, but if he opened his mouth and said these things, even if Amandina was a puppet, she would suspect him.
Moreover, the girl was so sharp.
"Maybe it's because I think that the Ghost Knight looks a little friendly, maybe it won't attack us?" He finally thought about it and answered with a straight face.
"Lord Brando."
Amandina took a deep breath.
"Alright," Brando patted her shoulder: "Don't be nervous, learn from the little Roman. Don't worry, when have I ever lied?"
Learn from the little Roman?
Amandina could not help but look back at Amandina, who was looking at the direction of the shrine absentmindedly, as if she was looking forward to seeing the Ghost Knight again.
"I think it's often … …" Amandina sighed and muttered in dissatisfaction. But she also knew that Brando had never said anything wrong, as if he could predict the outcome of everything.
Brando smiled, knowing that she was convinced. He waved his hand to signal the others to move, and then borrowed a heavy crossbow from the Nightsong Tiger. When it came to luring monsters, a heavy crossbow was a treasure among the players. But the Nightsong Tiger looked at his actions and frowned, and could not help but ask: "My lord, do you want me to lure the undead over?"
"No need, I'm an expert in this field." Brando patted the heavy crossbow confidently, and the string creaked as if he was going to shoot the arrow ahead of time.
The Nightsong Tiger's heart trembled as he watched from the side. [Why does this young lord look like a layman? If not, he would not have made such a rude request.] After all, in Wohnde, he would be suspected of looking down on his lord if he said such a thing. In this era where a noble's reputation was more important than their lives, this was a serious crime.
But he couldn't just watch as his Lord was sent to his death.
Fortunately, Amandina could see the worry in the mercenary captain's eyes. She couldn't help but ask in a small voice: "My lord, is there any problem?"
Brando looked at her strangely: "What's the problem?"
Amandina choked on her words, but she did not immediately roll her eyes.
But Brando smiled: "Alright, I know what you're worried about. But if there's a 'Ghost Knight' Crystal, I'll invite you to the most luxurious inn in Ampere Seale for once. "
[Ghost Knight's Crystal?]
The two of them were stunned. [What's that? What does' once 'mean?]
… …
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