The mercenary captain noticed Brando's movement and paused for a moment: "My lord?"
"I'll go around to its back." Brendel interrupted him and said.
The Ghost Knight may be an undead, but its intelligence was close to that of a normal human. It wasn't going to stay here and let these weaklings slowly drag it to death. As long as it had about 10% of its HP left, it would decisively retreat. But of course, Brando would not let this opportunity slip away.
"No, it's too dangerous." The Nightsong Tiger paused for a moment. He could guess what Brando was going to do and quickly stopped him: "I'll go in your place."
"You know what I'm going to do?" Brando retorted. As a matter of fact, he didn't want to do it. Although he was always the one to clean up the mess, he knew that the other party was a Specter Knight, and in this world, even the slightest mistake was intolerable.
It was not as simple as losing a level, but losing one's life. Anyone who was faced with such a situation would be so nervous that their heart would be pounding.
The only thing he could rely on was his innate ability, Indomitable Will. As long as his heart and head were protected, he could at least guarantee that he would not die like a normal person. At the very least, he could finish his will without any problems.
"You can tell me what to do, my lord," the mercenary captain replied: "We're your subordinates after all, you don't have to do everything yourself."
"I also wish to save you the trouble," Brando smiled and took out the rope from before: "But unfortunately, you can't learn this."
"What is it?"
"Do you know alchemy?"
The Nightsong Tiger was stunned. If he knew alchemy, why would he need to be a mercenary? The middle-aged man could not help but roll his eyes.
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The battle did not come to an end that quickly. The Ghost Knight's defense was one of the best among level 35 Elites, and even level 40 monsters. Not to mention other things, its glowing Spiritual Body Armor could block most attacks.
The four-armed crossbow provided by the army for Iron-ranked soldiers was widely circulated among the mercenaries. Although it was prohibited, most nobles would turn a blind eye to it. However, this crossbow could only be deflected by a person with 5 OZ or above. Although it was terrifying in the eyes of normal people, it was no different from scratching an itch to the Ghost Knight.
Only a few arrows that hit its vitals could deal effective damage, but at most, it would only deal a few points of damage. Moreover, the specter knight was not a wooden dummy. Although its agility was greatly reduced in the range of the altar and it was bound by the Wind Binding Arrow, the difference in strength was still there. It was still able to dodge nimbly.
This did not even take into account the 40% chance of damage to its body.
But he was not in a hurry. The Nightsong Tiger still had four Ice Rending Arrows and six Wind Binding Arrows. With the remaining duration, he should be able to hold on for at least ten minutes. Ten minutes, with more than ten Iron-ranked mercenaries surrounding him, even a level 35 BOSS would lose a layer of skin.
Not to mention a small elite.
While the Spectral Knight was focused on playing whack-a-mole, Brendel took the opportunity to sneak into the forest behind it. The distance between him and the Spectral Knight was not too far, but it was about half the distance of the field. If he got any closer, the Ghost might have noticed him, but if he got any further, the accuracy of his arrows would decrease.
After all, he was no longer the level 130 warrior who could shoot the right eye but not the left eye from a few hundred meters away. He was a Weapon Master. It was better to be safe than sorry.
However, he did not come here to ambush the Ghost Knight from behind. It might be effective, but the effect would not be great. Unless he had reached silver-level rank-1 and learned a skill related to archery, he might be able to deal a critical hit and take away 10% of the Ghost Knight's HP.
However, it was not possible now.
He glanced at the battlefield not far away. The heated battle there was in stark contrast to the silence here. Brando took a deep breath and parted the bushes on the ground. He then drew an alchemy circle on the sand with his longsword.
If Tamar was here, he would know that his previous advice was in vain. After drawing another Energy Infusion Formation, he drew another Blood Refining Formation. It was obvious that he was planning to bring this forbidden technique to greater heights.
After that, he threw the coiled rope into the center of the magic circle and threw in the soul crystal he got from the Lich in Fortress Riedon. To be honest, he was a little sad. The Soul Crystal of the Intermediate Lich was not easy to get, especially since Madara and Erouine had already made peace. The next war would be many years later. If it was not for the fact that he did not have a better substitute, he would not have wasted such a precious material.
Of course, his life was more important.
He turned around and cut his finger with his longsword. A drop of blood fell into the circle. His heart suddenly tightened. Brando immediately felt that his HP was reduced by more than a third. The higher the grade of the material, the higher the energy requirement. Although he had expected this, he was still surprised.
He could not help but laugh. He was glad that the only material he had was not the Demon Dragon's Heart. Otherwise, he would have been sucked dry. Of course, this was just a thought. If he really had the Demon Dragon's Heart, he would have just taken it to the Emperor of Cruz. He could even change the King of a Duchy.
But when he thought of the rare material, he could not help but feel his heart skip a beat. He also remembered the thing in his backpack. He could not help but open his backpack to take a look. A golden light was reflected in the young man's eyes. The light seemed to have a life of its own as it pulsated rhythmically, just like a heart.
Brando took a deep breath. This was a secret that he did not tell anyone. There was no other reason, because it was too important. Of course, he was almost sure who put this thing in his backpack. It was just that he did not understand. It was just a chance encounter. The other party did not seem to have any reason to do this.
What was the motive?
Framing? Or probing?
Brando was not happy when he thought of this. To be honest, this thing was important to some people, but it was not of much use to him. He was only four levels away from activating his second talent, but he already had a goal, and he did not rely on this thing. He thought for a while, but he still had no clue. So his mind quickly returned to reality.
At present, his biggest problem was the Ghost Knight. It was better to put other things aside for the time being.
He glanced at the alchemy product in the circle. It was originally an ordinary rope, but now it had become as black as ink, and it was constantly emitting a faint black light. This thing looked like an immortal-binding rope. Of course, in terms of color, compared to the shiny immortal-binding rope in many cultivation novels, it might need to be renamed the Demon Binding Rope.
Brendel mocked himself for a moment. He knew that this thing was actually a crude alchemy product that could not be any cruder. He simply injected the energy from the Soul Crystal into the rope. But what made him not know whether to laugh or cry was that the raw materials used were ridiculously high quality, which was why this ordinary rope had turned into such a state.
He thought that if Tamar knew that he was wasting God's gift so recklessly, she would probably use the Soul Walker to give him a beating.
Oh, right. In this history, the future Master Alchemist had not yet refined the so-called semi-divine scythe. Brando immediately realized this and corrected his thoughts.
He picked up the rope and looked at the other side of the battlefield, quietly waiting for the moment when the battle was over.
...
The specter knight was struggling in vain. At first, it hit a few people with its Spear of Spirit, but those were just scratches caused by the wind pressure. But soon, the mercenaries became more cautious, and the fierce undead immediately exposed its nature as a paper tiger.
Although the undead creature was not afraid or happy, it gradually became a little impatient. Especially the mount it was sitting on, which could not help but raise and lower its four hooves in annoyance.
Seeing this scene, the Nightsong Tiger was a little worried at first. His main concern was that the Specter Knight would launch another Thousand Army Strike. However, the Specter Knight was able to endure it after suffering a setback. After all, if it launched another Thousand Army Strike, it might directly kill him.
The Ghost Knight had the ability to calculate, so naturally, it would not make such a low-level mistake.
Of course, it did not know that it had been making a low-level mistake all along.
The mercenary captain fired the last Frostburst Arrow. After nearly ten minutes of fighting, the Specter Knight could no longer hold on. Its upper body, which was almost covered in a thick layer of frost, began to creak. It then began to retreat.
The undead creature retreated so quickly that it was almost beyond everyone's imagination. They thought that after being hit by so many Ice Bolts, the undead creature's mobility would be limited, but it seemed that it was only a little.
The Nightsong Tiger reacted quickly and immediately shot another Wind Binding Arrow, but unfortunately, it did not have much effect.
The mercenaries exclaimed in surprise, and some of them wanted to chase after it, but the Nightsong Tiger immediately stopped them. What a joke, if the Ghost Knight turned around and attacked them, they would all die here.
It would be fine if they died here, but if Brando died, then they would be doomed eternally.
The Nightsong Tiger looked at the forest, he knew that the mysterious Lord would come up with a solution. Unknowingly, the mercenaries had developed a kind of trust in Brando.
But as expected.
Two shining silver arrows appeared in the dark forest one after the other, like two white lines that stretched forward against the black background.
It was so eye-catching.
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