"You don't want to?"
Nalaethar looked back at him, his eyes full of ridicule.
"Yes, of course I do." Brando quickly replied. [Nonsense, who wouldn't want to learn the Elven Holy Land's battle techniques? Only an idiot.]
"I can't teach you Elven battle techniques, so don't even think about it." Nalaethar looked at him calmly and replied: "Don't worry, I've already said that the Silver Elves' battle techniques are tailor-made for my people."
Brando nodded, but he didn't think much of it: "Then?"
"I can teach you something that we understand ourselves." The Silver Elf paused for a moment: "You know, learning how to judge the strength of your enemies on the battlefield is very important —"
"Wait!" Brando took a deep breath and interrupted him: "You said 'Inspect'?"
The youth tried his best to calm himself down and asked. [What a joke, that's an Inspect skill.] Looking at this cold Silver Elf now, he felt that she had become more amiable. After getting used to using numbers to measure strength, it was a little awkward for him to be like an NPC and use ranks to differentiate enemies. Moreover, without the Inspect skill, there was no way to know what skills the enemy had. Of course, experience could provide some information, but it wasn't accurate for humanoid creatures.
Brando wasn't arrogant enough to think that he could remember the skills of thousands of NPCs and their battle techniques.
In the game, Marden should have taught him the Inspect skill, but when Brando asked the veteran in Braggs, he found that the veteran didn't know the skill at all. He thought for a moment. When he met the veteran in the game, it was already very late in the game, so it wasn't impossible for Marden to have learned the skill from someone else during that time.
But after losing this clue, he found that it was unrealistic to find someone else to learn the skill. They were either too far away, or they were on the enemy's side. And now that Brando finally had a large amount of experience, he found that he had lost the opportunity to learn these skills. He had been worrying about this problem for a while now, and Nalaethar had come knocking on his door.
It had to be known that Identify was a skill that could be used to search others. It could see a character's basic stats and most commonly used skills. At higher levels, it could even evaluate a character's Absolute Strength. Using it to determine the strength of an enemy was far too easy. But when he looked hopefully at the Silver Elf, he saw the Silver Elf shake her head.
"Probing?" Nalaethes replied: "The name we gave to this ability is' Deep Analysis'"
"What?" Brando was stunned. What in-depth analysis? He had never heard of it before. He knew that there was an advanced version of [Inspect] called [Eagle Eye]. This skill was so overpowered that not only did it have the same effect as [Inspect], but it also had a chance to steal skills from the enemies it killed. Unfortunately, [Eagle Eye] was Baron Burnargis's specialty, and the reputation required to teach this skill had to be at least [Ally] rank. The problem was that this old man was Erouine's strongest opponent, the archenemy of Princess Gryphine. In his previous life, how could Brando run over to him to farm reputation?
Not to mention the price he would have to pay for doing so, he reckoned that his senior captain would have had a real-life PK with him first.
"Deep Analysis." Nalaethes repeated: "This is actually a skill that every Silver Elf warrior knows. We use it to control the situation on the battlefield."
"Oh? Then what is it used for? "Brando heard that this was a skill that every Silver Elf warrior knew, and his interest was piqued. As far as he knew, the Silver Elves were natural warriors. Their knowledge of battle and techniques was definitely not weak.
The Silver Elf Commander stared at Brando and replied: "I remember you said that you would bring victory to us. You even asked me to record this sentence. Then I will remember it. This skill is equivalent to a bet. If you keep your word, I will teach you this skill. "He turned around and smiled when Brando did not notice.
Damn! I knew it wouldn't be that simple. Brando cursed in his heart. But it didn't matter. Whether it was the victory of this battle or the skill, he was sure to obtain it. He wanted to know what kind of skill [Deep Analysis] was. After playing the game for more than ten years in his previous life, there were very few skills in this game that he did not know. Of course, other than Planeswalkers and Cards of Fate.
At this time, he felt the Nightsong Tiger's elbow touch him.
He raised his head and noticed that the mercenaries below had become restless. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for him to sense that something was wrong.
The long-awaited enemy had arrived.
The first to enter the valley were the Lizardmen's Dragon Hunters. There were about thirty of them. Stepping on the cold rocks under the moonlight, they soon crossed the bottom of the valley. Then came a large number of lizardmen infantry carrying spears and crossbows. Because they were not a regular army, these monsters did not have any neat equipment, nor did they have any flags. The division leaders wore armbands and commanded the troops nearby to maintain order. They were shouting and making unclear high-frequency calls so that the disorderly monsters would not scatter the formation too much.
Because this place was still far from the place where the scouts had reported that they had encountered the humans, the Lizardmen did not spread out their formation. Instead, they maintained two or three rows as they passed through the valley. The mercenaries looked back at Brando and waited for him to give the order to attack. But Brando shook his head and told them to let go of the first half of the Lizardmen army. It was not the time to attack yet.
Soon, the Dark Bishop entered the battlefield. Because he was not a physical class, he did not appear at the front or the sides of the formation. Instead, he was surrounded by a group of Disciples of the Black Flames. Brando did not even need to think to know that they were all high-ranked disciples. He also saw a few tall one-armed demons walking in the middle of these disciples. They were Batchesa. Legends said that if a warrior's soul fell into hell, they would become a Batchesa demon. They were also one of the few low-ranked demons that had strong offensive abilities.
The first half of the Lizardmen army had already been let go.
Brando suddenly looked around and asked: "Where is Amandina?"
"Miss Amandina was called away by Miss Roman." The Nightsong Tiger replied.
The young man replied with an 'Oh'. He was still a little worried that Roman, that damned girl, would cause some trouble without anyone to control her. But when he heard that Amandina was with her, he felt a little more at ease. The only thing left was to deal with the upcoming battle. He stared at the valley. The lizardmen did not notice the killing intent hidden on the hillside at all. The young man pulled out his sword. The blade was dark and did not reflect any light. He pointed the sword downwards.
This was the signal to attack.
The night's massacre began with the powerful vibrations of the four-armed crossbow strings. The mercenaries placed the handles of these weapons on their shoulders and aimed at their preys. They clenched their teeth and pulled the trigger. The metal wire quickly returned to its original state after losing its restraints. Clang, clang. A series of muffled sounds rang out. At the same time, a cloud of dust rose from the crossbow. At the same time, the elastic potential energy of the crossbow was transformed into a powerful kinetic energy.
The battle had begun.
From the lizardmen's point of view, a dozen lines extended from the forest on one side of the slope, accompanied by a series of muffled noises. They only had time to turn their heads before they saw more than ten of their comrades fall to the ground. They were all armed with crossbows. Although most of these lizardmen were not killed by the crossbow bolts, the huge impact of the crossbow bolts still caused them to lose their ability to fight for a while.
Ambush!
The Lizardmen who had not fully evolved instinctively wanted to enter battle mode, but the second wave of attacks came as expected. The Lizardmen crossbowmen who were capable of long-range attacks were targeted one by one. Panic descended upon the Lizardmen like a calamity. The bushes on the hillside parted to the left and right, and a row of Elven warriors wearing silver armor and wielding double-ended swords came out from behind. Although there were only twenty of them, they moved in an orderly manner as if they were still on the battlefield seven centuries ago. Behind them was the army of the Silver Elf Empire, Haaran.
They were imposing.
The low-ranking Dark Bishop of the Blackfire Church was shocked when he saw this scene. He thought that the Lizardmen's act of prying into the Silver Elf King's tomb had angered the ancient Empire, causing this race that had been hidden for hundreds of years to reappear in this world. When the Silver Elf warriors appeared, he had the urge to kill that damned Hewjil of the Lizardmen. What a joke! They were the Silver Elves who had won the War of the Holy Saints!
The Dark Bishop felt his hands tremble when he saw 20 Gold-ranked warriors.
He hoped that the Lizardmen cannon fodder below could buy him some time, but it seemed that the situation would only get worse. When the first group of Silver Elves charged into the Lizardmen, the huge impact threw the skinny Lizardmen into the air. Even if they did not die, they would be heavily injured. The fully armed Elven heavy infantry directly opened up a path among the Lizardmen and trampled over the Lizardmen who had yet to get up.
The battle was not constructive. Although the Lizardmen outnumbered the Silver Elves by ten to one, it was a one-sided slaughter for the Gold Elves against the Iron Elves.
When the Elven guards charged forward, the mercenaries were reloading their crossbows for the third round of arrows. At this time, Brando, the Nightsong Tiger and the Silver Elf commander also charged forward. The fastest of the three was undoubtedly Brando. The young man noticed that something was amiss from the start of the battle. Of course, it was not bad news. On the contrary, he noticed that his experience points were increasing rapidly.
Logically speaking, although the Mercenaries of Lopes and the Grey Wolves Mercenaries were his summoned creatures and subordinates, the Silver Elves were the ones who dealt the most damage. These Elves were his allies. In other words, they were in a party. Logically speaking, with so many high-level characters (the Silver Elves were level 40 at this time), the amount of experience points he could share should be very little!
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