Indeed, they did not have much time left. But that was only relative. The Disciples of the Black Flames were active in the forest, which meant that they would be in danger at any time.
But on the other hand, he knew that the Disciples of the Black Flames were still looking for trouble with Buga and Makarov, and the only thing they had to face was the Lizardmen's lair which was defenseless. Although a battle was unavoidable, he knew that the Lizardmen were just a bunch of Tree Herders' pawns. It was written clearly in the guide that the whole situation was a trap. Some of the officials in Chablis had been bribed by the Tree Herders and were waiting for Makarov to jump into the trap. Of course, the Sly Fox's reputation was not in vain. Even in such a situation, he still managed to send Duke Loen's only son out safely. But he was going to be in big trouble this time.
But all of this had nothing to do with Brando. The guide mentioned that the Disciples of the Black Flames did not join forces with the Lizardmen because the storyline had already ended. In other words, their only opponents were the Lizardmen that had yet to fully evolve. He only needed to look at the twenty elven heavy infantrymen behind him. Their bodies were covered in shining silver armor, and their faces were covered in winged silver helmets. Only a pair of pale silver eyes could be seen, and he felt incomparably confident. They were the Elven Guards, the Phoenix Guards. They were the backbone of the Sacred Alliance's land forces. Although the commander of the Elven Guards with a golden helmet had told him that their strength was rapidly depleting when they left the altar, Brando was not worried. The Lizardmen's nest was only two days away from the altar, which was less than half of the Elven Guards' strength.
Moreover, even if their strength was reduced by half, the Elven Guards were not weaker than level 30 Elites. They could easily wipe out the Lizardmen. The only thing he was worried about was the Disciples of the Black Flames. They were currently playing hide and seek with Buga. When they came back to their senses, Brando thought that he had already gotten the Philosopher's Slate and Metisha's necklace and escaped far away. He could consider leaving behind a pile of Lizardmen's corpses.
Treasures, quest items, experience, none of them could be missing.
This was especially true for hardcore players.
Brando was even considering if he should properly devise a plan to use the 'resources' he had on hand to kill the Level 50 BOSS Oracle. Using a high-level NPC to kill a BOSS was the most exciting thing in the game. As for the leader of the Paper Cards mercenaries, Conrad, he would just be a side dish to the main course.
Of course, in addition to these fantasies, Brando still had a headache.
Most of the Silver Elves were silent and arrogant, and they followed behind the group from a distance. In fact, they only needed to make sure that no one could bypass them and attack Brendel from this distance, and that was enough. Although the humans were their allies, the Silver Elves thought highly of themselves and were unwilling to walk together with human mercenaries. This was a reasonable thing. Of course, this' reasonable 'was only what they thought. Brando's Mercenaries of Lopes were already filled with resentment. When had they ever been looked down upon like this?
The Nightsong Tiger looked back at the Silver Elves and frowned. He knew how terrifying these people were, so he did not say much. He only said: "My lord, the Unicorn Knight is the core card of the 'Eversong' Card Deck. Only one of the secondary cards in the deck can resonate with the core card."
"Yes, yes, yes," Brando interrupted the Nightsong Tiger in his mind: "You've said it six times already. If the main card is of Silver quality, then the secondary cards must also be of Silver quality, right? I can even recite it. Of course I'm concerned about this, but you also noticed that the card is getting closer and closer to us. I think there's something strange going on here. Why don't we wait for the enemy to arrive? "
The Nightsong Tiger smiled. How could he not know this, but his lord always seemed to be indifferent to these important matters. After all, the stronger the Planeswalker, the stronger the summoned creatures would be, but Brando did not seem to listen to him. The Nightsong Tiger had repeatedly hinted that Brando should focus on the Planeswalker's cultivation and card collection, but Brando still did not change his mind.
Even though the Nightsong Tiger was experienced and knowledgeable, he still did not know what Brando's goal was. Could it be that he only wanted to become a king? In his opinion, this was meaningless, especially after coming into contact with the world of Planeswalkers. Mortals were mortals after all, and the ultimate goal of a Planeswalker was to explore the true meaning of this world and find a way to become a higher existence.
Compared to this, was there really anything in the mortal world that was attractive to him? The Nightsong Tiger could not help but rub his unshaven chin. He could not understand Brando's thoughts.
However, he did not expect that Brando's thoughts were even more 'easy to understand' than he thought. This was because he was drooling over a pile of non-existent loot. The attractiveness of a Boss to a player would always be there, especially when you knew that you had a chance to kill it and get equipment. However, just as the Nightsong Tiger was immersed in his thoughts, he suddenly felt a tap on his back.
This was no small matter. Brando turned around and saw a shiny golden helmet and a pair of silver-gray eyes.
It was the Elven Commander.
Brendel recognized him at a glance and could not help but curse in his heart. [Brother, you don't make any noise when you walk.] He patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief, then asked: "What's wrong?" However, the Elven Commander was a little wronged. Although the Phoenix Guards were known as the strongest heavy infantry in the continent, that was seven centuries ago. But their strength lay in their combat skills and equipment, not in their stealth techniques. The reason why he was startled was purely because he had been distracted for too long.
The Elven Commander did not feel guilty for scaring the leader of the group. Of course, if the Elven Commander took off his helmet, he would be so handsome that Brando would die of jealousy. However, the Elven Commander's face was expressionless. He coldly gestured and whispered: "There's a group of people escaping towards our direction."
"Escape?" Brando was stunned for a moment before he noticed the Elven Commander's choice of words. Who would be escaping in this direction at this time? Logically speaking, Buga's group should be in the south. This was written clearly in the walkthrough, and he believed it without a doubt. Ever since he came to this world, history had never deviated from it.
The Elven Commander glanced at him with his silver-gray eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with Brendel's question, but he still nodded.
Brando knew that the Elven Commander would not joke with him. In fact, he had always doubted whether the Elven Commander would joke with him. Or perhaps the word 'joke' did not exist in their dictionary. But that was not important. He immediately raised his hand and signaled for the others to stop. Brando had already established his authority in this group (except for the Elven Commander). Once he raised his hand, the mercenaries immediately stopped.
Amandina and the Roman who were originally sleepy suddenly woke up. Romaine raised her head and asked curiously: "What's wrong, Brando?"
Brando gestured for her to be quiet. Soon, he heard the rustling of footsteps through the bushes. The footsteps were messy, as if they were in a panic and did not know where to go. It was obvious that a group of people was escaping. Brando looked at the Elven Commander beside him and could not help but admire him. [As expected of a high level NPC. His alertness is not something a normal player can compare to.]
He had seen many players go out adventuring as if they were on a spring outing. It was simply unbearable to look at. Of course, the players were strong, and sometimes even if they were ambushed, the result would be written in the opposite direction.
He tilted his head and listened carefully. Sure enough, he heard another sound from further away. It was the pursuers, and they had mounts.
Brando's expression immediately became serious. There were only two forces that could use mounts in this area. One was the Lizardmen and their traditional Dragonhunters, and the other was the Disciples of the Black Flames and their Demons. It was difficult for a warhorse to display its advantage in the forest, especially in a hilly forest like this. Brando had never seen anyone who was so reckless as to ride a warhorse in a hilly forest.
He immediately ordered everyone to spread out and prepare for battle.
But in the next moment, the panicked escapees entered his field of vision. There were six people in a row, half male and half female. They were all dressed in ragged clothes like refugees. Their bodies were covered with various wounds, but at least they did not lose their weapons. Not losing their weapons meant that they did not lose their fighting spirit. Under these conditions, it was enough to show that they were extremely outstanding mercenaries.
Because of this, Brando had already recognized them from their attire. They were mercenaries from the Grey Wolves Mercenaries.
No, these people were not just mercenaries from the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. Brando narrowed his eyes. These people were the Judlan Mercenaries, a rare group of heavy infantry in the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. He had seen them before.
But he immediately frowned. Something was not right. According to the strategy, the Disciples of the Black Flames and the Grey Wolves Mercenaries should not appear in this direction. He thought for a moment and thought that they might be mercenaries that got separated from Buga's group. Even though the possibility of them getting separated was small, but compared to the other possibility, Brando was more willing to believe that was the reason.
When the mercenaries saw Brando's group, they were obviously shocked. Their faces were filled with despair. But in the next moment, one of them recognized Brando. In fact, Brando also recognized him. He was the young man who spoke a few words with Redi that afternoon. Of course, compared to the hot-tempered white-haired kid, he had a much better impression of this young man.
He remembered what the other party's name was. Oh, right! Sanford!
"Mister Brando, please help us!" When Sanford saw Brendel, it was as if he saw his savior. His entire body seemed to have been sucked out of him, and he knelt down and shouted anxiously as he raised his head.
Even though Brendel did not like to meddle in other people's business, he was not someone who would not help others when they were in danger. Furthermore, he had the support of the Phoenix Guards, and it was the best time for him to take advantage of the situation. He knew that the Grey Wolves Mercenaries were gone, and even though Makarov had treated them as cannon fodder, it did not change the fact that most of them were experienced warriors. They were mercenaries, and there was no other path for them to take. If that was the case, he could buy them over.
The Judlan Mercenaries were one of the best mercenaries. Brendel nodded and ordered his mercenaries to protect these people. At the same time, he asked the question that he was most concerned about at the moment, "What's the matter?"
"Why are you here?"
"We … …" But before Sanford could answer, his pursuers had already answered for him.
Rustling sounds could be heard from the forest not far away. The leaves rustled and a few Knights riding on 'wild boars' rushed out from behind. Of course, those were not wild boars. Other than the Wood Elves, Brando was probably the only one who could recognize what the Disciples of the Black Flames were riding.
They were Lesser Demons, a type of Demon that looked like a wild boar but had brown and green spots all over their bodies. They had four pairs of fangs and four pairs of eyes. Lesser Demons were one of the most important components of the Demon Cavalry. Being the mounts of the Disciples of the Black Flames was a good choice. However, Brando took a deep breath when he saw the Disciples of the Black Flames' attire.
"Mister Brando, be careful … … They … … are a little strange." Sanford whispered a warning.
[Nonsense, of course they are strange!] Brendel could not help but curse in his mind. How could it not be strange that these disciples of the Black Flames Sect were all high ranked disciples? These were the elite cavalry of the Disciples of the Black Flames. Why would they chase after these five mercenaries who looked like beggars?
[No, wait.]
He suddenly pulled out his sword. Brando realized a problem. If the Disciples of the Black Flames had really chased after them, Sanford and the others wouldn't have had the chance to get here. In other words, they were purposely chased here. [But what is the meaning of this? Is this a show of force?] He stared at the Disciples of the Black Flames in front of him. He didn't dare to confirm whether these annoying bastards had their eyes on him or not, even though they didn't seem to have any interactions with each other.
But at this time, the Elven commander suddenly said: "There are still people in the forest."
Brando immediately looked in that direction. He couldn't see anyone in the forest. He could only see layers upon layers of leaves, forming a mottled color in the forest. But in the next moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart.
The unicorn knight's card seemed to have a life of its own in his hand as it pulsed once.
[Damn, it's the card's reaction again!]
[So that's what happened.] (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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