The Beastmen had a proverb called 'Orsatrzzmasok', which meant that even a beast at the end of its road would still have the strength to fight back. Brando felt that this proverb was the most appropriate one to describe his current situation, but it was only limited to the first half of the proverb. The difference was that he couldn't bite anyone even if he wanted to. The Platinum Warhorse still had some strength left, but Brando himself couldn't support it anymore.
As the saying goes, the evils you bring upon yourself are the hardest to bear. When Brando used [Charge] on the Platinum Warhorse, he didn't consider the relationship between Vitality, Dexterity and Strength Endurance in the game. To be honest, he couldn't be blamed, because in the game, it was difficult for a low-level player to obtain a pet that was much stronger than them. Thus, when the Platinum Warhorse burst out with 1320 OZ, the maximum speed of both man and horse exceeded 25 times the speed of sound in an instant. After passing through the cone-shaped shockwave, the air resistance that Brando had to endure was like a fly flying into a piece of tempered glass at a speed of 10 km/s.
Even though Brendel's perception was five times stronger than a normal person's and he was able to react to his mistake in a fraction of a second, it was still a little too late. The Platinum Colt crossed a distance of nearly sixteen miles in a single leap, to the point that its terrifying speed formed an unnatural and magnificent bright silver belt in the forest. However, Brando also saw that his HP had reached its limit. Blood seeped out from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and his organs were all damaged. After his HP reached the critical point, he immediately entered a weakened state. Brando coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the only thing he was thankful for was that he didn't die immediately.
It was also thanks to his Vitality that was 20 times stronger than a normal person, and his powerful regeneration and defense that his organs weren't completely damaged. If this injury was inflicted on him when he first transmigrated, he would probably be dead by now. However, with his high Vitality, he believed that he would be fine as long as he recuperated for a period of time after the battle.
However, there were two problems right now.
The first was that he didn't have time to recuperate.
The second was that the Angel of Earth wouldn't give him the time to recuperate.
The battle was still ongoing. Although the Acolyte of Earth was huge in size, its movements were clumsy, and its speed was one of the slowest among level 60 creatures, but 'one step of a dragon is equivalent to ten steps of a human'. Even so, it still had a basic agility of close to 200 OZ. It would only need eight or nine seconds to catch up with the distance of more than ten miles.
In his desperation, Brando could only think of a solution that wasn't really a solution. He let his Platinum Warhorse lure the other party away, even if he had to be prepared to abandon his card and enter the graveyard. He raised his head and looked at the position of the sun. He was already very close to the predetermined location. Even though it seemed like he had traveled for half a day, that was because he had plenty of time, and also because he had to take care of Amandina and the Roman. It was impossible for him to travel as fast as he could with Ekman. Don't underestimate the fact that they had only been running for a few minutes, and that they had repeatedly changed directions. But even so, they had already gone about fifty or sixty li south into the hilly region. Brando was drenched in cold sweat when he recalled the entire process.
Traveling fifty or sixty li was equivalent to recovering half of the Silver Elves' strength, which was equivalent to reaching the level of a Gold-ranked warrior. Twenty Gold-ranked warriors were more than enough to deal with a level 60 Boss. What he needed to do now was to stall for time as much as possible. Once Nalaethar ended the battle, he would rush over at full speed. With their speed, they would need at least ten minutes to reach this place.
In other words, he had to hold on for at least thirty minutes.
Brando spent a few seconds to roughly check his plan. When he did not find any obvious loopholes, he dismounted and patted the Acolyte of Earth's long metal cheeks. This mechanical creature seemed to be created by the gods. It was incredibly precise and sturdy, as if it would never tire. Even after receiving multiple attacks from the Acolyte of Earth, it remained unharmed. It was the best person to carry out his plan.
But if he lost his warhorse, he would lose the ability to continue running. Doing so would be akin to drinking poison to quench his thirst. This was not the same as making decisions in the game. Brando was gambling with his life. His heart could not help but beat rapidly.
Even so, he still decisively gave the order. "BMW Silver! Go! " He shouted the name he gave his warhorse and pointed at the path they came from. As for the details of the order, he could fill in the details in his mind. The Platinum Warhorse was not a natural creature, so it naturally did not fear Brando. It raised its head and looked at him with its ruby eyes to confirm the order. Then, he turned around and disappeared into the forest.
Brendel pressed on his chest and endured the pain as he exhaled softly.
He took out the Platinum Warhorse card and listened carefully in the direction of the forest. Not long after, Acolyte of Earth's roar came from the same direction, startling a flock of birds.
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As long as one did not fall into a state of madness, there would always be a time when one's hands and feet would turn cold.
Hewjil was like a red-eyed gambler as he sent his men into the battle in the Great Temple of Balogon. But it was like a bottomless pit. Initially, it was as if he had a stroke of luck and sent a portion of his men to attack the rear of the enemy. The situation took a turn for the better. The enemy had lost their long-range cover, and Hewjil's Lizardmen crossbowmen were slowly gathering together. Under this situation, the Silver Elves quickly gave up on the frontlines and the battle gradually spread to every street and alley in the Great Temple.
But the good news ended there.
The Silver Elves launched a counterattack and then retreated. They had lost a comrade, but what shocked Hewjil the most was that the Silver Elf's corpse turned into a white light and flew towards a certain direction in the south. It was a direction it was all too familiar with. It was the graveyard of the Silver Elf King.
This was the first time the Lizardman commander suspected the origin of the Silver Elves. But after a while, he found that he did not have the chance.
The large group of Lizardmen that had been sent to the rear of the battlefield had not been heard from until now. Instead, a flag was raised in the direction of the ceremony hall. In the end, the morale of the Lizardmen plummeted, and their originally smooth offensive came to a halt. The Silver Elves took the opportunity to counterattack and took back another wall. Hewjil was so angry that he vomited blood, but there was nothing he could do. At the very least, he had begun to attack, and the advantage of having more people was beginning to show.
But just as he was about to take advantage of the situation, he turned around and was surprised to find that he no longer had any reserves. That feeling was like a crazy gambler turning around to grab his chips, only to find that he had nothing left. However, all the chips that originally belonged to him were now on the gambling table, but the balance of the war was slowly tilting to one side.
The twenty Silver Elves were still as steady as a great wall of steel, standing firm in the dark green tide.
Hewjil felt his hands and feet turn cold.
But compared to the other Silver Elves whose brains had not fully evolved, Hewjil was still considered one of the smarter ones. He pondered for a moment and immediately understood the cause and effect of the whole situation. Thus, he immediately called for his deputy and ordered, "Have the lieutenants on the frontlines press forward and push the frontlines forward a bit."
"Boss, are we going to launch an all-out attack?" The green-skinned deputy with a protruding mouth and monkey-like cheeks asked.
"No." Hewjil shook his head: "We are preparing to retreat, only us."
"But our brothers … …"
"Don't worry about them, we don't have time to care about them now." Hewjil shook his head helplessly. He held the shining necklace with three thin fingers and replied: "As long as we have this, we can re-enter this region with the help of the Tree Herders. I think I have figured out where the Silver Elves came from, and I will be more prepared next time. "
"But are we leaving just like that? Aren't we going to inform Conrad?" The deputy asked.
Hewjil was a little hesitant, but he immediately shook his head: "Don't worry, that bastard is an envoy. Even without us, he can still protect himself." But if Conrad died in the region it was in charge of, it would not be able to bear the consequences, so it was a little hesitant.
(In the Tree Herders, members of the Tree Herders who cooperated with and commanded the Divine Envoys were called 'envoys', and those who carried the Divine Blood were called 'breeders' or 'experimenters'.)
Hewjil could not help but look at the battle situation. On the surface, the Lizardmen were still on the offensive, and their casualties were still less than twenty percent. However, the Silver Elves did not show any signs of collapsing. On the contrary, they continued to inflict casualties on the Lizardmen. Bandits had no discipline to speak of, and Hewjil believed that once the casualties reached 30% or the battle lasted for more than 20 minutes, these bastards would quickly collapse.
At that time, even if it wanted to escape, it would have to depend on the mood of the enemy.
Hewjil's experienced eyes had been honed through the long struggle between Kirrlutz and the Empire. In its homeland, the Lizardmen were slaves to the Cruz, and their struggles lasted for centuries. Hewjil was one of them, but he acted more like a bandit. But it was precisely because he was a bandit that he was confident in his intuition for danger.
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In reality, the battle had only lasted for thirty-two minutes.
When Nalaethar sensed a strange emotion coming from the back of the Lizardmen army and began to waver, this Silver Elf commander with hundreds of years of experience decisively seized the opportunity. He blew the dragon horn again, and the elven warriors mustered the last of their strength to charge again. The lizardmen's crossbow bolts bounced off the elven warriors' armor, and the twenty elven warriors charged shoulder to shoulder like a moving wall.
The Lizardmen collapsed.
The dark green tide began to recede, and the command was disintegrated one by one. But when they finally realized that Hewjil was no longer there, this retreat turned into a true rout. Nalaethar ordered his men to pursue the lizardmen for a few hundred meters, but the lizardmen screamed and stomped on each other as they fled back into the forest.
Looking from the direction of the ruins, it was as if the ground was covered with scattered green cockroaches. Apart from the corpses, everything else had quickly escaped, leaving everyone dumbfounded. If Brando was here, he would definitely tease these elven warriors.
The enemy's advance is too fast for our army to catch up.
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