If he wanted to achieve a 100% completion rate, he would need to uproot all the enemies in front of him. The difficulty of this mission was far greater than what Brando had imagined. He originally thought that he only needed to save the Grey Wolves Mercenaries, but now it seemed that he was too naive.
[The Amber Sword's mission system is not easy to fool. Even in this world, it still shows its true colors.] Even though that was what he said, Brando still cursed the members of the Torrential Rain mission a hundred times in his heart.
He counted the number of enemies he would have to face. The Grey Wolves Mercenaries mentioned that there were more than a hundred Lizardmen Bandits, but the mission guide clearly stated that there were more than a thousand of them, perhaps even more.
Then there were the Disciples of the Black Flames, their numbers would not be less than two hundred, and their strength would be above Iron-rank.
Lastly, there were the seventy Dark Mercenaries under Conrad, whose strength was similar to the Disciples of the Black Flames. The Paper Cards Mercenaries were also the only one with the most accurate numbers. [Hah, this is good news.]
Then there was the commander of the Lizardmen, Hewjil, who was at the pinnacle of Silver-rank, and Conrad was undoubtedly at the Gold rank. As for the Earth Oracle accompanying the Disciples of the Black Flames, Brando did not even want to mention it.
However, Brando did not know that there was a Dark Oracle, or else he would have cursed out loud.
He thought for a while and turned his head to see that the Silver Elves had already dealt with the white-haired egomaniac. The Grey Wolves Mercenaries were treating their wounds with the help of their fellow mercenaries, the Mercenaries of Lopes. Perhaps because of their similar backgrounds, the two groups got along very well.
"What do you plan to do?" A voice sounded from beside him.
Brando looked at the Silver Elf commander who was wearing a golden helmet and froze for a moment.
"If that human did not lie, the Disciples of the Black Flames and the Lizardmen should be converging, and their speed should be about the same as ours. When we arrive, we will not only be facing a motley group of Lizardmen. "
The Silver Elf commander seemed to be explaining something that had nothing to do with him.
"That's basically correct," Brendel replied without thinking: "But I'm guessing that Conrad has already met with the Lizardmen commander, Hewjil, because he wants to prevent us from sneaking out from the north."
The Silver Elf commander looked at him without saying a word. Although Brando and his subordinates were still incomparably powerful at this time, and it seemed like they could easily flatten the Lizardmen, he knew that this was far from the truth.
He had never heard of an SSS level mission that could be completed by pushing.
"They should have already sent out their spies."
"He thought we would run away?" Brando smiled. "But that's good, I want them to make a mistake."
Brando's guess was not wrong. That evening, the Lizardmen Dragon Hunter Cavalry spread out from their nest in Balogon.
…
The next morning —
The withered shrubs on the hillside rustled as a human hand and a slender elf hand separated them to the left and right. Behind the shrubs, Brendel and the Silver Elf commander calmly observed the movements in the valley. Brendel pondered for a moment before he spoke.
"Dragon Hunter Cavalry."
"This is the third group since yesterday." The Silver Elf commander's silver eyes reflected the scenery of the valley below, but there was no change in his expression. The Dragon Hunter Cavalry's speed and agility in the forest surpassed any cavalry in this era, but it was still far inferior to the Miirna Shadow Knight. The Dragon Hunter Cavalry leaped through the forest, its swift figure occasionally passing through the gaps between the canopy, but it was still a little too slow in the eyes of the Silver Elf Master Warrior.
"From this distance, it's already twice the patrol range of a bandit's nest. Even if it's under the Tree Herders, it's still not normal … "Brando muttered to himself:" Looks like we've entered the Storyline Mode. "
"What?" The Silver Elf commander turned around.
"Nothing," the young man realized his slip of the tongue and quickly corrected himself: "I'm just estimating the distance."
"That's unnecessary." The Silver Elf commander glanced at him. This was not the first time they had done something like this since last night.
Brando quickly nodded: "There's nothing to see, let's follow the original plan." He turned around and shouted: "Sanford."
The young man who was originally a Grey Wolves Mercenary, but was now Brendel's subordinate, panted as he ran up from below. He looked up at the two people above and asked: "Here! My lord, what's the matter? "
Even though he had just joined, Brando had already instructed Amandina to tell them his' true identity '. Of course, it was not a big deal for adventurers, travelers, or even merchants to use a fake identity, but these mercenaries were still happy that Brando trusted them so much. Compared to being a merchant, a future lord's identity was much more attractive to these mercenaries.
Compared to a wandering life, these mercenaries were more willing to become a noble's follower. At least they could settle down. Especially from the description of the Mercenaries of Lopes, it was obvious that this young lord was different from the other nobles who were opinionated and cold. Even though they had just learned a lesson from the 'Maned Wolf' Makarov, what could they do in this chaotic world?
They could only work harder to gain the lord's attention.
"Pass down the order, get ready to move." Brando looked down at the valley below and replied.
"No problem, I'll go now." But halfway through, the young man turned back and asked with a puzzled expression: "My lord, there's something I don't quite understand … …"
"Hmm?"
Sanford hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up his courage to ask: "I feel that with my lord's current strength, there's no need to go through so much trouble. We just need to kill our way through, and I believe that the Lizardmen will not be able to stop us. Even if they are in cahoots with the Disciples of the Black Flames, it will still be the same. As far as I know, even if it's Erouine … … "
He did not finish his sentence. "Even the royal family of Erouine wouldn't be able to gather more than twenty Temple Knights." Although the total number of Temple Knights in Erouine was more than twenty, it was important to understand that not all of these Temple Knights were loyal to the nobles. Even if there were some who were loyal to a certain faction, not all of them were loyal to a certain faction.
Sanford's words sounded like he was questioning Brando's identity, so he shut his mouth.
But Brando still understood what he meant. He smiled and replied: "You might be a little disappointed to hear this, because these Elven allies are not my subordinates. They are fighting alongside us because they have the same goal as us. Another reason is that they cannot leave the area too far, or their strength will gradually weaken. "
The young man was stunned. He did not understand what Brando meant by their strength weakening. But he immediately replied loudly: "No, my lord. You misunderstood, we will not be disappointed. Did you forget that when we pledged our loyalty to you yesterday, it was not because of your strength? It was because we wanted to repay you for helping us. So, no matter when, whether we are Grey Wolves Mercenaries or former Grey Wolves Mercenaries, we will not go back on our words. "
But he immediately asked: "But, these Elven allies are Temple Knights, right? Even if their strength is weakened, is it really that strong … …? "
When he saw Sanford's expression, he knew that there was a problem with his understanding. Sanford could not be blamed. Indeed, according to normal people's understanding, even if a Temple Knight's strength was weakened by half, they would still be able to maintain their strength at the peak of the Gold rank.
Twenty Gold rank pinnacle warriors were indeed enough to sweep through this region.
But things did not go as planned. There was something called the Level System in this world. Reducing one's strength by half would only reduce one's level by one level, but reducing one's level by half would have a huge impact. Unfortunately, the damned altar system really did reduce their strength in such a way — the Elven Guards were level 60 normal units at their peak. With half of their strength deducted, they would become level 30 normal units. Not to mention that they were at the pinnacle of the Gold tier, even Silver-tier would have a hard time maintaining their strength.
Twenty Silver rankers could easily wipe out the Lizardmen, but the problem was that Conrad and the Angel of the Earth would be in big trouble.
That was why he had to find a way to break through their strength.
But it was difficult to explain, so he simply waved his hand and replied: "Don't worry, go and pass down the order. Trust me, I will bring you victory. "
The young man was stunned for a moment before he nodded.
The Elven commander watched Sanford's figure disappear into the forest. He then turned around and looked at Brando with his silver-grey eyes: "Human, I didn't expect you to be so arrogant."
"It's confidence." Brando raised his head and corrected him: "Remember, this is not the battlefield of the War of the Holy Saints. It is also not the era where all the talented commanders overshadowed all conventional tactics. Of course, perhaps in the near future, this continent will usher in that era again, but not now. "
He raised his head and looked at the forest in the North: "Now, in this place, I believe that no one has the ability to take victory away from me. I'm telling you this as a veteran commander. Commander, you can record it down. "
The Elven commander looked at him and lowered his head to take off his golden helmet. When he raised his head again, he revealed a handsome and indifferent face. "To be honest, I don't understand." The other party replied as such.
"You said that 'perhaps in the near future, this continent will usher in that era again'." The Silver Elf turned his face to the side. His cold profile was so beautiful that it would make any woman jealous. He asked, "You mean that the Dark Dragon will return to this continent?"
"No, that's another matter."
"Are you so sure, human? Can you see the future? "It was another cold question.
Brando was stunned. How could this guy be so good at finding loopholes? The game development team might as well hire him to catch bugs. But he hesitated and said: "It's not foresight, it's a premonition. If you don't believe me, when the time comes, I will return to this place and tell you what happened in the outside world. "He didn't know why he said this, but perhaps some secrets had been kept in his heart for too long.
This guy is just a ghost that can't leave this place, he thought.
The Elven commander paused for a moment, then smiled coldly: "Nalaethar."
"Brando."
"Brando, then I'll wait to see your so-called victory."
This bastard, he still doesn't believe me.
"As you wish." Brando gritted his teeth and replied. (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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