But after a short pause, he finally realized what was going on.
"Holy shit, a perfect story with bonus EXP. So there really is such a thing!"
He could no longer sit still and activated his Charge skill. Like a blur, he passed by the Nightsong Tiger, the Elven commander, the mercenaries, and the Elven guards and stopped in front of a row of Lizardmen Spearmen. He raised his head and saw a row of Lizardmen soldiers approaching him.
"Good timing!"
Brando shouted in his mind.
He raised his sword and blocked the two spears that were coming at him with a clang. Even though he was level 24, his combat power was far beyond that of a normal level 30 NPC. The Lizardmen Spearmen were level 19 monsters, and they were no match for him. Brando did not even need to look at the enemy's appearance. He immediately used [Strength Burst] and the two Lizardmen Spearmen screamed and flew backward.
The young man took another step forward and pulled the sword from right to left with both hands. The wind pressure seemed to have dislocated the space in an instant, and a seven-meter-long transparent ripple whizzed across the upper half of the lizardmen's bodies.
It was like the scenery he saw in the mountains of Grinoires, where the wind blew through the mountain meadows, causing the grass to fall back. A number appeared in his vision, and the Lizardmen in front of him were split into two and fell backward. The scene was similar to the time when Metisha was chasing after him and the Nightsong Tiger, and the entire battlefield was silent.
Wind pressure could be used to injure people outside of Elemental Activation, and only a few combat skills could do that. Metisha's Spirit Spear was actually a skill derived from the Ghost Knight, and the average Elven Warrior would not be able to use it. Even a Lower Gold Elven Warrior would not be able to use it. Only when they were at their peak and had activated their Elemental Activation would they be able to use it.
Brando sheathed his sword and let out a sigh of relief.
He had only killed six or seven Lizardmen with his sword, but the impact was huge. He saw the Morale value above the heads of the lizardmen warriors close to him drop to a red alert value. Then, one after another, the lizardmen warriors circled around him, forming a vacuum around him. This gave Brando time to check his experience points. He found that the seven Lizardmen Spearmen he had killed before had given him 60 experience points each. Normally, killing a Level 19 monster would only give him a little more than 20 experience points. This was close to three times the amount he had gained in the game.
Brando felt his blood boiling. He was already at 32007900 EXP, and he was only half way to level 25. When the Silver Elves crashed into the group of Lizardmen, his experience had increased by more than 200 points. In addition, the seven Lizardmen had given him 420 experience points. He estimated that if he killed another 20-30 Lizardmen, wouldn't he be able to level up?
Level 25 was a watershed. Not only could he obtain a second talent, but he could also obtain a third class skill that came with it.
Moreover, once he reached level 25, he would have the strength of a Silver-tier.
At the age of 19, he had the strength of a Silver-tier. This was already the standard of an Enlightened One. I don't have to feel inferior when I see a genius anymore, right? Even though I've never felt inferior before, but I can't help but feel a little annoyed when I see geniuses running rampant in this era.
Moreover, if a Level 19 Lizardman Spearman gave 60 experience points, then what about a Level 22 Lizardman Crossbowman and a Level 23 Elite Lizardman Warrior? Not to mention a Level 25 Dragon Knight, a Disciple of the Black Flame, and that Dark Bishop! When Brando thought of the Dark Bishop, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil. His eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but look around, trying to find where the experience points were.
However, the first thing Brando saw was a group of high-grade Disciples of the Black Flame surging forward like a tidal wave. He immediately realized that the Dark Bishop didn't want them to break through the center of the formation and split the Lizardmen army into two. This was because the Dark Bishop knew that once the Lizardmen army was split, it would be difficult to protect both the front and the back. Unless he had the determination to cut off his losses, it would be useless. He was a spellcaster, and he needed to rely on protection to escape from this chaotic battlefield.
He had no choice but to move his high-grade Disciples of the Black Flame to the center to stabilize the defensive line.
More than ten Disciples of the Black Flame Knights wearing black robes and riding on Lesser Demons waved their flails as they charged forward. Unfortunately, at this time, the Silver Elves in silver armor had already rushed forward and stood side by side with Brando. The surrounding Lizardmen who wanted to surround them were continuously attacked by the mercenaries.
If the Dark Bishop who commanded all of this was a little calmer, he would be able to command the Lizardmen to give up on protecting him and attack Brando's long-range formation. The situation would probably be better. Unfortunately, the art of command was not the Dark Bishop's specialty, and he could only subconsciously order the Lizardmen and Disciples of the Black Flame to stay close to him. On one hand, he wanted to avoid being separated, and on the other hand, he wanted to protect himself better.
He had to start preparing his spells.
Unfortunately, Brando's reaction was faster than his —
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The sounds of battle in the valley had already become one.
Amandina couldn't help but shiver when the wind swept across the bare cliffs without any vegetation. She felt as if the bottom of the mountain was in another world. She coughed lightly and used her hands to wrap the shawl around her body. The noble lady stood alone outside the cliff. She looked around fearfully, then frowned and looked worriedly into the deep crevice. After hesitating for a long time, she asked in a soft voice, "What's the matter?
"Roman, is it not done yet?"
"It's almost done." Romaine's matter-of-fact voice came from inside.
Amandina sighed. She had already heard this answer several times, but she knew that Romaine would definitely ignore her complaints. She could only stomp her feet to dispel the chill in her body.
But this time, Roman seemed to be almost done. She walked along the crevice for a while without relying on any light source, as if the darkness was a dear friend to her. However, most ordinary people would subconsciously feel afraid in such a narrow and dark environment. This young lady, on the other hand, looked very interested. She then took out a piece of crystal from her pocket, bent down and rummaged under the gravel for a while, and put the crystal in.
She turned around and counted with her fingers. She seriously counted around five similar places, nodded, and calmly retreated.
As soon as she walked out of the crevice, she saw Amandina's frown and resentful eyes.
"I regret it, Roman. Let's go back." Amandina lowered her head and coughed.
"Don't worry, it's just an experiment. Brando won't find out." Roman's face was full of pride. She grabbed Amandina's hand and walked forward: "Let's go to the next place."
"Wait, wait … …"
"Give me some more of that, Amandina."
"What are you doing!" Amandina hurriedly covered her bag. She was already unlucky enough to let this girl discover her secret, and she did not want to go crazy with this merchant girl.
"Is there a problem with the calculations?"
"Of course!" Amandina gritted her teeth and replied: "Roman, you despicable woman. I was once an honorary student of the Royal Geographical Society of Lantonilan … …"
Amandina immediately sighed in disappointment.
… …
A Wind Bullet, a Fireball.
When the swollen and hot air dispersed from the battlefield, the dozen or so high-ranking disciples of the Black Flame Sect had already turned into ashes. As an explosive magic item, the Ring of the Wind Empress's energy was 20 (OZ) and damage was 30. It was almost equivalent to the peak of Iron rank, and its impact was close to that of a lower Silver rank. The Fireball's energy was 24 (OZ) and damage was 70. It was equivalent to a lower Silver rank, and the area of effect was around the middle of the Silver rank.
It was normal for the Disciples of the Black Flames to be killed by a combo attack. Brando was worried that there would be troublesome high-ranked disciples like the Lord of Spiked Chains on the battlefield, but it seemed that his worry was unnecessary. The Lord of Spiked Chains was an elite among low-ranked demons, and it was impossible for a large number of them to appear in this world.
Unless the Demonic Gate reopened.
After the smoke cleared, Brando's experience increased by almost 2000 points. He was only one step away from level 25. He immediately put down his sword and ordered the Silver Elves beside him: "Attack the left and right sides, and separate the Lizardmen. The Boss in the middle — — No, I mean their leader — — leave it to me! Do you understand? "
The twenty Silver Elves nodded in unison.
"What about me, my lord?" The Nightsong Tiger asked.
"You and Nalaethar will lead one side each." Brando replied.
"You don't need help?" The Silver Elven Commander rarely spoke.
"Leave it to me. I don't want that guy to die so quickly." Brando replied, but he had other thoughts in his mind. Even though the low-ranked Dark Bishop was called a pauper, he was still a level 25 elite creature. His strength was equivalent to a level 35 unit. Of course, the only difference was that it would be difficult for him to deal with a level 35 creature, but it would be much easier for him to deal with a level 25 elite creature. Moreover, that was a sizeable amount of experience.
The young man did not give the other two a chance to refute and went for the kill alone.
In front of him were two Batchesa Demons that were almost three meters tall. These creatures were very strong because they had the ability to charge. It could be said that they were a nightmare for low-ranked Archers and Wizards. Unfortunately, Brando was neither an Archer nor a Wizard, but a Warrior. He rushed in front of the two demons, and before they could raise their swords and land a heavy blow on his head, he had already circled behind them like a ghost.
The Batchesa Demon was a level 24 creature. Its strength was 14 OZ, but its dexterity was a pitiful 7 OZ, which was almost half of Brando's when he was in his berserk state. The only thing it could be proud of was its thick skin and charge ability. In front of the young man, Brando's sword cut open a hole in its back, and then once again followed the movement of the clumsy creature and flashed behind it. Once again, he was behind it, and then another strike.
This pitiful Batchesa Demon was almost tortured to death in humiliation. Even until its blood ran dry, it did not see what its enemy looked like.
At this time, the Dark Bishop of the Disciples of the Black Flames finally finished preparing his spell. He screamed and threw a black lightning at Brando. This thing was not as simple as lightning. Brando knew that this spell was called Demon's Claw. This was actually a 2D spell. Its main effect was to cause damage. It used the dark element to transform into hellfire damage. Then there was the following deceleration. As a level 3 spell, this deceleration was not as simple as Ice Break Arrow.
On the contrary, it would firmly fix the person to the ground. If your strength did not exceed 40 OZ, then you would have to be prepared to be beaten within a minute and a half.
This spell could be said to be one of the most practical early stage spells for Dark Elementalists, Evil Priests, and Witches. It was especially useful for sneak attacks. Unfortunately, Brando wanted to tell the Dark Bishop that this spell was not meant to be used like this. Although in the early stages of the game, most players liked to cast spells in such a crude way without any modification. But in fact, the best way to use this spell was to use a 'Light Bending' spell to hide all of its light effects, or simply use it at close range.
This was because this Demon's Claw needed to be aimed.
Brendel swung his sword and sent the Batchesa Demon's corpse flying, blocking the snake-like black lightning in midair. The lightning struck the Batchesa Demon's body and immediately exploded into tens of thousands of black electric arcs that swept across the two sides of the cold corpse, locking it to the ground. The whole process was as black as ink, and the scene was spectacular. Unfortunately, the spell's effect was zero against the real target.
At this moment, Brando had already raised his longsword. [Strength Burst] and the Ghost Knight's Crystal's 30 OZ strength directly sent the remaining Batchesa Demon's head and arm flying into the air. He took a deep breath. Even though [Strength Burst] was powerful, it also consumed a lot of stamina. Fortunately, when the ball of light from the Demon entered his body, a warm current immediately flowed from his heart to his limbs and bones. A row of green words immediately appeared on the young man's retina:
"Character has reached 'Level 25', entering the stage of activating Fate."
"Character has obtained the skill 'Frontal Breakthrough'; Frontal Breakthrough (Level 0) – Consume 5 times stamina to break the opponent's defense (Armor, Innate, Magic) in the next attack, reducing 1.7 damage immunity."
"Detected a Fate Item 'Golden Truth of Fate' nearby. Do you wish to activate the Fate Talent 'Golden Revelation'?"
Brando was stunned. What kind of joke was this! He hurriedly shook his head: "No, I refuse to activate it!"
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(PS: Corrected a mistake. First, it was mentioned in the previous chapter that the main character was level 23, but he was actually level 24. I forgot to check his stats when writing, so now I have to correct it. Thus, Brando will be able to activate the Fate Talent at level 25. Also, when I arrived at my uncle's house, I thought that I wouldn't be able to write three chapters today, but in the end, I still managed to write it. 233 … (To be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are even more chapters.
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