"Metisha." Brando gestured to the Silver Elf girl beside him.
The princess of the Ha Yalan Empire lifted the winged silver helmet with both hands, and after firmly putting it on, she mounted her horse. With one hand, she lowered the face guard that was covering the upper half of her face, and replied in a clear and melodious voice, "Here!" Her snow-white chainmail gloves made 'ka ka' noises as she gripped her silver spear tightly, the tip of the spear pointed towards the sky. Half of her face was exposed under the mask, and her lips were pursed tightly. The girl's aura became solemn in an instant.
The unicorn stomped its feet. It was also fully armored. The silver chainmail of the Elves was intricate and intricate, but it had incredible defense against slashing and piercing. On the outside was a snow-white battle robe with the national emblem of the Elven Empire, the lily flower. Metisha was the same. She wore a snow-white robe, and her silver armor shone with a dazzling radiance. It made people think that she was the Holy White Knight of the legends who had walked down from a scroll. Her transformation from fantasy to reality was complete in front of everyone.
"Let's go!"
The girl nodded, and the unicorn sped up as she sat on it. One person and one horse trotted around the broken wall and appeared on a wide road. This road was used by the Silver Elves to complete their rituals in the past. It was used by the Elven priests to bring along the sacred relics of the Elven Goddess Shaye. Hundreds of years passed by in a flash. Although the grass had covered the white marble used to pave the road in the past, and history seemed to have settled silently in the ruins where no sound could be made and no words could be used to describe what had happened in the past, the young female knight swept across the road as if the elven cavalrymen were passing through the road again, conveying the will of the goddess with a solemn and low voice —
Silver Elves!
Conrad who was far behind the Lizardmen squinted his eyes. He turned around and grabbed Hewjil by the collar and roared: "You bastard, what did you do! Those are the Silver Elves! The Haaran Empire's Silver Elves! Why did you provoke them?! "
Hewjil was also shocked. He had been eyeing the Silver Elf King's tomb for several years now. At first, he had been very careful, afraid that the legendary Silver Elves who dared to sing hymns and charge at the Dark Army's army of hundreds of thousands would one day attack him. But as the days passed, nothing happened. The hidden silver elves seemed to have kept their promise and no longer appeared on the continent. In fact, the lizardman leader even suspected that this proud race had gone extinct for some unknown reason.
That so-called escape was probably nothing more than a lie.
But just as it was about to relax, its courage grew, and it was getting closer and closer to the graveyard of the Elven Kings. The Silver Elves finally appeared again. Although Hewjil's eyesight was not as good as the Gold-ranked Conrad's, his white helmet and silver armor, as well as that artistic battle skirt and armor, were as beautiful as a work of art. In the whole of Wohnde, other than the Silver Elves, there was no other warrior as flamboyant as him.
Hewjil sucked in a breath of cold air, and then Conrad grabbed him by the collar and shouted: "Conrad, young man, look over there!"
Conrad turned around.
When he turned around, he saw Brando and Scarlet appear on his left and right. They separated behind the Elven Knight, and it was as if a silver flame and a red flame had bloomed. After the two flames separated, they paused for a moment and shot into the battlefield in the blink of an eye. Their speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch them. When Conrad locked onto them again, a silver longsword and a crimson spear had already cut off two lizardmen's heads. "Damn it …" Conrad threw Hewjil aside. His eyes were sharp, and he could see that Metisha and Scarlet were stronger than him. Although the young man was only a Silver-rank 1, he was not someone to be trifled with. Although he did not know where these strong enemies came from, he recognized the red-haired girl with the ponytail. He had killed Scarlet that night, and although the Dark Bishop had used the Blood of Gods to save her, shouldn't she have become an Oracle?
But at this moment, Conrad exhaled and calmed down instead. At the very least, he was certain that the Divine Priest of the Black Fire Sect, who was incapable of accomplishing anything, was most likely dead. Only uncertain things were worth being afraid of.
"Leave it to me. You better take back your nest before I solve the problem." He looked at Hewjil coldly, and then took off a pair of black steel gloves and put them on. The leader of the lizardmen bandits did not dare to respond. He knew that Conrad was on the verge of exploding with anger. If he was not careful, he might really lose his life. Usually, he dared to go against Conrad, but at this time, he did not want to get into trouble.
But when he saw that Conrad was about to leave, he stammered: "Silver … Silver Elf?"
"Deal with it yourself."
Conrad snorted without turning back. If the Silver Elves were really the brainless lizard's doing, he did not want to get involved. Although the Tree Herders were a large organization, they were not afraid of the Silver Elf Empire, Haaran. Furthermore, the Silver Elf Empire was a race that had been hidden for a long time. But they were still the Holy Warriors of the legends, and no one would want to get into trouble with them.
This stupid lizard was just a fellow that could be abandoned at any time. In fact, compared to Hewjil's troubles, he was more worried about how to explain the 'sacrifice' of the Dark Bishop. Compared to these brainless reptiles, the Disciples of the Black Flames had a much higher status among the Tree Shepherds. Although their leader, the Gu Insect Overlord Mayad, was only one of the twelve Patriarchs, he was also one of the four Patriarchs.
He could cover up the deaths of the Disciples of the Black Flames. After all, the operation this time was not small, and the mission even involved one of the Grand Dukes of the kingdom. But the loss of a low-rank dark priest was something that had never happened in the organization for at least ten years. Conrad had a headache when he thought about it.
He raised his head, and his cold gaze locked onto Brando, Metisha, and Scarlet. In his opinion, the only thing he could do now was to find Duke Loen's heir and take it one step at a time.
… …
"Chase these lizardmen away from the central battlefield!" Brando shouted to Scarlet as he cut down a lizardman warrior in front of him with his sword. The red-haired girl nodded. She swung her fiery red ponytail, turned around, and swung her halberd backward. An arc-shaped bolt of lightning shot out with a sizzling sound. The lizardmen immediately retreated, and those who retreated a little slower were burnt to a crisp before exploding into ashes.
"Well done!" The young man praised without hesitation.
Even though the lizardmen were only around level 20, there were still a lot of them. Including Nalaethar, there were only twenty-one Silver-ranked Elven guards, and seventeen Iron-ranked mercenaries. But there were five to six hundred lizardmen here, and that was not including Conrad's mercenaries. If they all swarmed up, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Thus, he had to think of a way to reduce the lizardmen's attack area, infinitely reduce the enemy's advantage in numbers, and increase his own personal strength.
The method was simple. He, Metisha, and Scarlet were to firmly guard the center of the battlefield.
But he did not expect that before he could even explain his thoughts, the red-haired girl seemed to understand his intentions as if she was telepathically connected to him. This kind of tactical insight did not seem like something that could be cultivated by a mercenary group. But his praise made Scarlet look at him in confusion. "Why are you praising me?" The red-haired girl asked, "Are you trying to please me?"
"Phew. You did well. Do you need any other reason?"
Brando grabbed a lizardman's spear and cut it down with a backhand slash. Then he took a deep breath and replied.
"Up to you." Scarlet looked at him and then turned back. She used to fight for the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. She had no family, and everyone in the group was her family. She wanted to protect her family, but now that her family was gone, all that was left was hatred. She always liked to do more than talk, and was a girl of few words. She only knew that she should do what she did. She was praised as if nothing had happened.
Because everyone's eyes were on Eke, whether it was the leader or the others. Even she was the same.
But Brando's thoughts were different from hers. He did not like to think about things that were too complicated. He only knew that Scarlet was now a Gold-ranked fighter, and the Grey Wolves Mercenaries no longer existed. Since there was an opportunity to take advantage of, he would be a fool not to take advantage of it and pull her into his camp. He had his own bottom line when it came to certain things, but he was not a pedantic person.
And coincidentally, his subordinates Scarlet, Metisha, and even himself had mastered long-range attacks before they activated their Elemental Powers. Therefore, although the three of them only had the strength of Silver, Gold, and Gold respectively, their combined lethality on the battlefield was terrifying. Scarlet's skills were all obtained through resonance with the Lightning Lance Elemental Powers. Back and forth, she could only use the Thunder Arrow Slash. As for Metisha, as a Fairy Princess, before she came of age, she could only practice the basic sword skills of the Elves. But after being transformed into a Ghost Knight, she learned Charge, Spirit Lance, and Thousand Army Strike. She was simply a moving cannon. He himself was even more abnormal. Although he was only a Silver Beginner, the battle skills in his hands would probably make anyone vomit blood. Charge, Power Burst, White Raven Sword Arts, and Frontal Assault. Which one of them was not a dream skill for warriors?
Not to mention the Conflict Aura that came with the badge, the Wind Bullet that came with the Ring of the Wind Empress, and the Fireball that came with the Ring of the Flame. At his level, Brando could not imagine any better treatment. After all, no matter how good the equipment was, there was still a limit to the will. He thought that those RMB warriors in the past were just like that.
With these three people on the battlefield, the combat power of his side would increase by a thousand times. Moreover, the luckiest thing was that regardless of whether it was Metisha or Scarlet, although they were strong, they were in fact just inexperienced little girls. Brando had gone around recruiting famous players in the past to form a team. He had already developed a glib tongue and deceived the two little girls. Oh, no! It should be said that it was a simple matter for him to win them over to his side.
But compared to this, what made him more puzzled now was that he had already set up his position here, and the intention of the battle was already clear. Why was Conrad still not willing to appear? At this time, the lizardmen army had been forced to the sides by the three of them. This way, with the powerful individual strength of the Silver Elves, they could completely guard the narrow gap on both sides and even take turns with the mercenaries to maintain their strength.
The opponent should be able to see through this.
But what was going on?
He raised his head and looked around. At the same time, he secretly wondered if the opponent had found out that he was not Eke and gave up. Or was there another conspiracy? But this question was quickly answered. Just as he and Scarlet were repelling the fifth wave of lizardmen, they suddenly heard Metisha shouting at them from the left flank.
"Careful!"
A strong wind came from the rear.
What the hell, the enemy is underground!
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