The Spectre Knight had already noticed the commotion. It silently turned its horse around and pointed its spear at Brendel. The air in the dark was like a layer of ice that was wrapped in a layer of fog, forming a vacuum zone. Brando immediately pushed the Nightsong Tiger away and rolled to the other side. * Bang! * Bang! * * Bang! * * Bang! * * Bang! * * Bang! * * Bang! * * Bang! * * Bang! * * Bang! * * Bang!
The Spectre Knight let go of its spear, and a ten-foot wide path appeared in the middle of the forest. Brando and the Spectre were no longer obstructed.
[Spectre's Spear!]
[Fuck! Did it have to use its ultimate skill right from the start?!] Brando could not help but curse. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He was thankful that he had seen the Spectre Knight raise its right hand and knew that something was wrong. The Spectre's Spear had the ability to pierce through armor, and like his White Raven Sword, it had the ability to increase its attack range. If they had not dodged in time, he and the Nightsong Tiger would have been left with two cold corpses.
The Nightsong Tiger was also nervous. He had only heard of the Spectre Knight in legends, but now that he was facing it, he realized that it was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. The Nightsong Tiger could not help but spit on the ground. He was almost middle-aged, but he still had to fight like a child. The world was changing fast. He could not help but look at Brando, but he saw that the young man was unfazed by the Spectre Knight's attack. The Nightsong Tiger could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.
"We can't beat it." The Nightsong Tiger was an experienced veteran mercenary, and he could tell the difference between the enemy and himself in an instant. He then shouted at Brando from the other side.
But Brando only signaled him to be quiet.
He raised his short bow with both hands. The young man could now clearly see the terrifying Spectre's appearance. It looked like a classic Knight from Wohnde's paintings. It was covered in a layer of Gothic armor, and its entire body was covered in a layer of hazy light. Even the warhorse it was riding was no exception, but it was not a horse, but a Spectre. The Knight's spear was like a long silver spear. It held the spear tightly in its hand, and the tip of the spear was pointed towards the ground.
It was an illusion caused by the Spectre's Elemental Essence.
After coming into contact with the Gold rank, be it Warriors, Mages, Knights, or other professions, they all began to more or less display the power of Elemental Powers.
The Nightsong Tiger crawled up from the ground and tried to stop Brendel's next move, trying to pull him back. In the eyes of this mercenary captain, his Lord, or rather his summoner, was simply crazy. They were no match for that monster at all. The power displayed by the specter knight had far exceeded his understanding of the ordinary low-level Gold-level powerhouses.
But Brando turned a deaf ear to his shouts. The young man nocked a silver arrow, took aim, and released the arrow.
The arrow flew over the Specter Knight's head in a stunning arc and exploded behind it. However, the silver ice mist only brushed past the Specter Knight's left shoulder and formed a layer of white frost. Brando could not help but blush. He coughed to cover up his embarrassment. He just remembered that he only had Weapon Mastery, and was no longer a Level 40 Archer. Even so, the Specter Knight's movement was slowed down by the Frost Arrow. Although it was limited, the Specter Knight's spear still missed its target, and a streak of silver light flew over their heads. The Nightsong Tiger turned around and saw the canopy of the trees behind him disappear, leaving behind only a bare tree trunk.
He opened his mouth, unable to breathe. The Mercenaries of Lopes were brave and good at fighting, but this battle was beyond his understanding. Was this guy a walking cannon?
Three seconds.
Noticing that the Nightsong Tiger did not care about his archery, Brando breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, his fingers once again nocked the bowstring of his short bow. The Spirit Spear consumed a lot of Soulfire, and the Specter Knight would enter cooldown after using it twice in a row. This was not the first time he had fought against this kind of Undead, so he was well aware of the situation and could calm down. Brando straightened his short bow and extended the aiming time. The Nightsong Tiger thought that this action was no different from courting death, but Brando was like a statue.
He only had three seconds.
The second Frostburst Arrow missed, and the third Frostburst Arrow hit the Specter Knight's waist. After the silver ice powder exploded, half of the Specter Knight's body was shrouded in a gray mist. Brando saw that he had dealt 13 points of damage to the Spectre Knight. The damage was negligible to the Spectre Knight, but the frost on its armor increased the delay of its attack by 12.5%.
The effect of the Frost Arrow was the same as what he remembered. Brando breathed a sigh of relief. Although the Spectre Knight was a spirit, its Magic Arrows were not physical attacks, so there was no penalty for losing them. It was a pity that the Elementalist sisters' levels were too low, or else the Spectre's attack speed would be reduced by at least half. But it was enough. He still had four arrows in his hand.
"It's actually effective?" The Nightsong Tiger's eyes were sharp. Although he could not see the data as clearly as Brando, he could still see the clues as soon as the Spectre Knight slowed down.
"Nonsense." Brendel said in annoyance. He knew that this bastard would only drag him down if he stayed.
"But even so, we are still not its opponent, my Lord."
"So?"
"Let's retreat. Compared to this guy, I'd rather fight the Disciples of the Black Flames!" The Nightsong Tiger shouted.
Brando ignored the Nightsong Tiger and threw another bundle of green Magic Arrows to the Nightsong Tiger. The Nightsong Tiger caught it subconsciously and asked: "What are you doing?"
"Nonsense, of course it's to help me. What are you doing here?"
Although the Nightsong Tiger did not know what Brando meant, he could guess that Brando was dissatisfied with his previous performance. The Nightsong Tiger's face turned red, but he could not help but complain in his heart. He thought to himself, 'Do you think everyone is the same as you, Sir Lord? To be able to face these terrifying, human-shaped cannons without batting an eyelid, I don't know if this is audacious or foolish.'
But even so, the Lopes mercenaries who had been mercenaries for generations still worshipped courageous and valiant warriors. As for his summoner, he didn't say it out loud, but in his heart, he was convinced of his strength.
At this moment, Brando had already fired his fourth Frost Arrow in three seconds. This one hit the Spectre Knight's right shoulder and caused a thick layer of ice to form on its armor. The efficiency of the Specter Knights had been reduced by more than 30%. Most people would have been happy to beat the Specter Knights when they were down, but the young man did not say a word. He just dragged his mercenary leader and ran away.
As soon as he left, the Spectre Knight and its mount turned around and sped up. This was not a normal pursuit, but a common skill used by Knights and Warriors — Charge.
Brando also activated Charge.
The man and the undead were like a black line and a silver line chasing each other in the forest. Although it was only for a moment, the scene was so beautiful that it was almost strange. It was as if on a still dark canvas, an eye-catching silver-white line extended infinitely along a black line. The picture was still, time was still, and everything was still, but the two lines kept moving forward.
One was chasing and the other was escaping.
When Brando stopped, the Nightsong Tiger was almost speechless: "My Lord, that is … …"
"Charge, a Knight's skill." "As a veteran of the Mercenaries of Lopes, don't tell me you don't know this?" Brendel glanced at him.
"No, I mean, my Lord, how did you know it would use Charge at that time … …"
"Ah, I was in the mountains of Orrgesh. The main opponent of the Hunters was the Spectre Knight. Didn't I tell you this story before? " Brando answered absent-mindedly. He was so nervous that he did not even know what he was talking about. It was a battle where he could lose his life if he was not careful, and to be honest, his heart was pounding with fear. He looked back and saw that the Spectre Knight had stopped almost at the same time. The elegant, almost pure, beautiful monster tightened its reins with its long, silver-armored gloves, and two pale flames lit up under its mask as it looked in Roland's direction.
The look in its eyes seemed to be a question. [Who are you? You seem to be a difficult opponent. Where did you come from?]
The distance between the two of them was about a hundred meters, but now it was less than fifty meters. Brando found that his estimation was not more than a meter off.
He was almost relying on his instincts to fight.
A warrior's instinct.
… …
In fact, it was not only the Nightsong Tiger who did not believe his words. When the two straight lines separated the forest into two, Amandina could not help but gasp in surprise. The mercenaries behind her were silent. Brando and the Spectre Knight's actions and judgments were exactly the same, as if the latter's every move could not escape the former's eyes. In fact, it took almost a second for them to realize how dangerous it had been before they realized what had happened.
The Roman pursed her lips and looked in the direction of the battle with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
"If the younger generation of Karsuk's Highland Knight were all like this, then Erouine would be one of the strongest countries in the world!" Amandina took a short breath: "This liar … …"
But in reality, Brando was not as optimistic as she was. The Spectre Knight's speed was fast, and its [Charge] still had a cooldown of one minute. Its Soulfire was also burning brightly, and its ultimate skill was far more than that. The young man stopped and gestured to the Nightsong Tiger to follow him. The two of them quickly made their way to the center of the valley, where rocks intersected with each other to prevent the Spectre Knight from using his horse.
However, Brando did not retreat blindly. The effect of the Frostburst Arrow was to buy him time. Now, he needed to use the time that he had bought.
"Nightsong Tiger."
"Yes."
"Use Wind Arrow."
"What?"
Brando made a gesture, and the latter was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant.
Although this mercenary captain had always been against fighting this monster, at this moment, he seemed to have subconsciously integrated into this battle.
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