Four Hunting Dragons traveled through the darkness, their faint shadows were like flowing water across the valley. The rider in the lead raised his hand high. The knights stopped abruptly, turned around in unison, and dismounted from their horses one after another. One of his hands was on the hilt of his sword, and his thigh crossed over a saddle made of some unknown leather. When his foot touched the ground, he heard Romaine's complaints as she shook her body on the back of the Hunter Dragon.
"Brando, it's so uncomfortable to ride this thing." The merchant girl frowned and said with one hand on her neck, "It's not exciting at all."
Brando smiled and walked over to help the girl down from the Hunting Dragon. He thought to himself, 'How can our Roman lady follow me obediently?' The Hunting Dragon was a two-legged reptile. When it moved forward, its spine would twist in an'S 'shape. If the rider did not undergo specialized training, it would be strange if they had a good time. Otherwise, why would he waste dozens of EXP to learn this skill from the Lizardmen captives?
He had been tricked once in the game, so why would he step into the same trap again? But when the young man saw that his female companion's face was not looking good, he could not bear to see her like this. He replied gently, "You should go and rest." After all, the Roman would not be able to interfere in the upcoming battle.
"Then I'll go to sleep." The Roman jumped down from his arm and winked at him, "I'll pray for you, Brando."
"In a dream?" Brando asked impatiently.
"Yes, in a dream." The girl nodded seriously. She smiled, and her bright eyes narrowed into an arc. She looked at him as if she had won a small victory. She turned around and ran past Lopes who was walking out of the forest. Brando also smiled in his heart. He liked the merchant girl's optimistic attitude no matter what kind of adversity she was in. That night in Bucce, the Roman's first action had deeply attracted him.
It was undeniable that he had inherited Brando's emotions, but the merchant girl had also conquered his modern side.
He took a deep breath, and the cold night air immediately seeped into his lungs. His slightly feverish head gradually calmed down. When the young man saw the Nightsong Tiger among the mercenaries, he paused for a moment before gesturing to the experienced mercenary leader: "Go back and prepare, the enemy is less than five miles away from us! Hurry up, there are more than two hundred lizards. I want all the experience points left. " Brando didn't like to talk too much before a battle. He had already made it clear that this was just a small ambush.
Compared to the past in the game, it couldn't even compare to a slightly larger scale team activity.
"Experience?" Sanford dizzily jumped down from the Hunting Dragon's back and caught the phrase that he didn't understand. The Nightsong Tiger glanced at the young man and pursed his lips. In fact, he was already used to the strange words that came out of his lord's mouth from time to time. Not only him, but those who had spent some time with Brando were already used to it and even learned a lot from him.
"I'm talking about the enemy." Brando corrected himself with a straight face.
The Silver Elf Commander glanced at him and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Brando's order was quickly carried out.
The group returned to the forest on the hillside and the young man began to arrange the battle strategy. Facing a group of level 20 enemies, Brando decided to use the most common method in the game – divide and conquer. He, the Nightsong Tiger, and the Silver Elf Commander hid in the forest and looked down at the Silver Elf guards and mercenaries. As the most professional warriors from the War of the Holy Saints, the Silver Elves' armor were all polished by experienced Elven craftsmen, so there was no need to worry about it reflecting the moonlight. The mercenaries, on the other hand, were mostly wearing light leather armor. Even their chainmail was painted black, so there was no need to worry about it.
The Elves lined up behind the bushes and squatted down, holding their double-ended swords with one hand. Due to the same concern, their swords were also covered with dried leaves. About thirty feet behind them, the mercenaries were nervously holding their crossbows and crossbows, not daring to even breathe. In fact, Brando did not want to have any casualties in this battle, so he let the Elven guards be the vanguard while the mercenaries were only responsible for suppressing the enemy from a distance.
His subconscious action to reduce the number of casualties was seen by the new Grey Wolves Mercenaries as an act of compassion for his subordinates. Although 'Maned Wolf' Makarov was able to bring them victory time and time again, as a noble commander, their common mistake was to treat the casualties of their subordinates as mere numbers. In Wohnde, whose productivity far exceeded that of Earth in the Middle Ages, manpower was always a number in the eyes of a commander.
However, Brando was born in the game, and as a player, every NPC deployment was bought with real money. Some of them were even obtained from special missions. It could be said that every NPC deployment was not easy to obtain, so naturally, they would not be willing to sacrifice them like cannon fodder.
Of course, Brando did not realize that his subconscious action had aroused the loyalty of the new Grey Wolves Mercenaries. He only took out his pocket watch and estimated the time.
At most, there was an hour left.
He gently exhaled and shook his body to warm himself up in the cold forest before dawn. But he couldn't help but feel a little amused. It was just a small battle, but he actually felt a little nervous. Ever since he joined Grace's Divine Force to fight against Madara, he was always in command of three to four regiments. What kind of big battle had he not seen before? Even before he transmigrated to this world, he was still laughing at those timid newbies. He did not expect that one day, he would be acting like a newbie in his first battle.
But even though he thought so, he could not help but feel his blood rushing through his veins when he looked through the forest that was bathed in white moonlight. This was not his first battle in this world, but it had been a long time since he hid in a forest all night just to wait for members of an enemy guild to pass by.
He looked at the green numbers that were constantly changing in his vision. He knew that thing. In the game, they called it the distance calculation tool. It was used to calculate the casting distance and shooting distance penalty. But at this moment, it seemed so unreal. Brendel paused for a moment, and decided to familiarize himself with his stats.
Strength 19.4 (+ 0.1), Dexterity 10.9 (+ 1.1), Vitality 21.2 (+ 2), Intelligence 1.1, Will 3.6 (+ 1), Wisdom 3.9
(* in brackets, equipment or other sources of attributes have been included in the total attributes —)
His attributes were infinitely close to the strength of a Silver-tier. Just one more level, and Brando was confident that he would be able to enter that realm. However, compared to his basic attributes, his skills were much stronger. In this life, he was in a much better situation compared to his previous life. The White Raven Sword Style and Strength Burst could be said to be one of the few skills that provided the greatest boost to a Combatant in the early stages of the game. Brando could not imagine how he survived when he was only level 20 in his previous life by relying on a few basic skills. One must know that at this moment, with his experience and skills, it was easy for him to fight against enemies of the same level. He estimated his true strength. Even if he did not rely on his experience and skills, he could still reach the level of a Silver-tier. Of course, if he used his experience in the game, it would be impossible to measure. When facing different opponents, he might even be able to defeat a Gold-tier player. But for those who were difficult to deal with, sometimes experience and skills would not be of much use.
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and asked: "Your battle skills came from the Sacred Land, right?"
The Silver Elf Commander was slightly stunned, and then looked at him with some vigilance.
"Don't worry, I know your rules. I'm not interested in your Elven battle skills, I'm just casually asking." Brando thought to himself. Of course I'm interested, it's just that I don't have enough reputation.
"Even if I tell you, you won't be able to learn it. The battle skills of the Silver Elves are tailor-made for my people, human. "The Silver Elf turned around coldly.
Brando despised the Silver Elf in his heart. He thought to himself that this guy who was as cold as an iceberg on the surface was also a hypocrite. If he did not know, it would be fine. Unfortunately, the Silver Elf Commander probably did not know that he had learned the Silver Elf battle skills before, and more than one type. But of course, the young man would not say it out loud. He just smiled: "Don't be so heartless. You're called Nalaethar, right? You've experienced the War of the Holy Saints? "
The Silver Elf glanced at him. He did not understand how the topic changed, but he still nodded.
"Then have you learned any dark battle skills?"
"I don't." Nalaethar answered firmly and coldly glanced at Brando. His lips moved, but he held back. In fact, there was only one type of Silver Elf that had learned dark battle skills, and that was the Dark Elf Army under the Dark Dragon. Although he thought that Brando was deliberately mocking him, the Silver Elf Commander thought for a moment and told himself that it was an unintentional mistake.
Very few people in this era would know the secrets of that era.
But Nalaethar did not know that Brando was one of those few. Although he did not know if he was still considered 'human' in his current state. After all, a person's body would not have two souls, and there would be some strange numbers on his retina. Nalaethar was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Do you really want to learn something, human?"
This time, it was Brando's turn to be stunned. He opened his mouth and did not know how to answer. You really want to teach? You're not playing with me, right?
Brando clearly remembered that the reputation of the Silver Elves was the hardest to raise.
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