Not going to Green Village?
That's impossible, Brando knew something that would have a huge impact on his future plans. Therefore, whether it was to stock up on food or to verify his hypothesis, he had to go to the village that might have been occupied by Madara.
Therefore, he thought for a moment, and calmly asked, "If I don't go, do you know how to start? Infiltrating and searching is not something that can be taken for granted, it requires careful planning and investigation beforehand. "
Infiltrating and searching were the strengths of those who had invested a lot of training in the shadows, such as the Nightingale and the Hunter. As a warrior, Brando didn't know much about them, but after all, he had formed a team with them and gone on a mission. With this kind of memory, he was much better than these militia.
Freya shook her head. It was not that she didn't understand, but Brando's injuries were too serious, "You can tell us what to do, and leave the rest to us —"
Brando wasn't surprised by Freya's rejection. He knew that he had to choose the persuasion method that he was good at. For example, the wisdom of a veteran warrior, "Roman."
"Yes!"
"Give me your sword." He opened his hand to the side.
"Here, Brando." The Roman held the sword with both hands and confidently handed it to him.
"Thank you."
Brando took the sword, took a deep breath, and tried to adjust his condition to the best. He was in a weakened state with less than 40% of his HP, and the decaying poison made him unable to use the other 20% of his strength. In other words, he could only use 0.6 OZ at most.
It was about the same as a 14 year old boy.
"There is not much time, to prove that I have the ability to participate in this expedition, we might as well use an ancient and traditional method to decide." He pulled out the sword, "The way warriors talk."
Our protagonist looked around and found that everyone looked as if they had misheard him. Martha above, in this batch of Bucce militia, Freya deserved to be called the number one swordswoman, even Irene was defeated by her.
Brother, do you really know how bad your condition is right now? The same question popped up in their minds.
"Brando, don't joke around." Freya said somewhat angrily. She was quite confident in her swordsmanship. If Brando could defeat her in this state, did he think that he was a veteran who had experienced the November War?
Brando didn't say a word. He only made a 'please' gesture with his sword.
The ponytailed girl was so angry that she almost blacked out. She thought that there should be a limit to being reckless, but it seemed that the reality was not as she thought. She gritted her teeth and made up her mind to use reality to teach Brando a lesson.
Freya straightened her sword and slashed vertically without thinking. Her basic skills were outstanding. Her sword was very steady and brought about a thin blade wind.
Brando blocked with his sword, but the huge force from the sword almost dislocated his wrist. But he immediately flattened his sword and slashed down at the edge of Freya's sword. The young man's strength wasn't great, but it gave Freya a fright. Because she hadn't entered the attack range yet, the opponent's sword was almost touching her hand guard.
Even though she was unwilling, the ponytailed girl could only return without any success.
In fact, she wasn't at a disadvantage. Brando's move was very famous among the Warrior's swordsmanship. It came from Cruz's Battle Formation Swordsmanship. In the game, it was called Brando's Reverse Cut. This was a high level combat swordsmanship. Even though Brando could only rely on this body's original swordsmanship to display it, it was more than enough to deal with an amateur swordswoman like Freya.
Brando remembered that he learned this move from a mercenary after traveling thousands of miles. The price was two barrels of Madara's Bone Wine.
Now it seemed that the two barrels of Bone Wine were worth it.
Freya retreated. In order to deal with Brando's following attack, she gripped her sword with both hands and clenched her teeth, pushing the opponent's sword to the side. Her reaction was fast, but not smart enough. Because Brando had already retreated a step, when she reacted, the long sword in his hand was already pointed at her chest.
Freya clenched her teeth and used the hilt of her sword to knock away Brando's sword. Then she chased after him with her sword. But to Brando, this sword was already out of order. It was purely because he didn't want to admit defeat. He lightly knocked, and the opponent fell to the ground because she lost her balance.
Dust flew everywhere.
"Looks like I've convinced you." Brando withdrew his sword and replied indifferently.
Freya raised her head, her face full of disbelief.
Not only her, the nine people of Bucce's militia, other than the Roman who still took it for granted, were all dumbfounded. Was that still the militia's swordsmanship? Compared to those veterans in the regular army, wasn't it?
"How could it be?"
"It's not strange. I'm Braggs's number one swordsmanship in the thirty-third batch of militia." Brando casually replied: "And then you, Petit-finis, let us solve your problem."
Petit-finis looked terrified and quickly shook his head: "I, I'd better not go, you guys go."
This kid. Brando couldn't help but shake his head.
…
After agreeing with the others on the time and place to meet up, Brando, Freya, and Irene quickly set off. Time was tight, forcing them to race against time.
The Green village was about east of Lake Che, so it wasn't too far away. Especially when the three of them went deeper into the forest, through the dense canopy, they could see a few gray pillars of smoke in the east. The sky was getting darker and darker, and it didn't look like a good sign.
According to Brando's memories and suggestions, they approached the area that Madara might occupy from the north of the village, and the facts proved that his guess was correct. The undead army had just swept through the area, leaving behind a scorched land.
Looking at the burning village below, Freya's last glimmer of hope was extinguished. It seemed that Madara's army was indeed in front of them, so it would be impossible for them to reach Fortress Riedon in time. She couldn't help but look at Brando, wondering what this young man was thinking.
But Brando was hiding in the bushes, looking at the skeleton soldiers passing by and carefully counting the trees in front of him. He counted to the twelfth tree and memorized the appearance of the tree.
Green village, south of the forest, the twelfth beech tree. He remembered clearly that there was a key buried under the tree. In the game, it was an independent quest that led to a tomb in the village.
He remembered who had discovered the quest. It was a Priest, wasn't it? But it didn't matter because he knew that it was the tomb of a Templar Knight. If everything went according to the game's development, there should be some good stuff inside. But his goal was the sword in the tomb — the Thorn of Light.
It was a treasured sword infused with the Power of Light. At his current level, wielding it was equivalent to wielding a mini Undead Slaughterer. Of course, he could only imagine how powerful the legendary Divine Weapon would be.
After confirming this, Brando turned around and pointed outside the forest. "Do you see that?"
"See what?" Irene and Freya were stunned.
"The number of skeletons patrolling, two times, four times. Looks like there are two teams of Madara in the village." "Twenty-two to twenty-four skeleton soldiers and two necromancers," our protagonist replied in an experienced manner.
"That's a lot!" Irene was shocked.
"Fortunately, that's not the main point. The main point is that they control the cemetery and the square. The necromancers will definitely use Spirit Summoning there. They will have an endless supply of reinforcements. That's what we have to be careful about. "Brando continued.
"This is blasphemy against the dead!" Freya clenched her fists in anger.
"Indeed, but they have the right to do so." He sighed, then pointed at the forest not far away and said, "Do you see that over there? That ranch? You can use the fences and the shadows of the bushes to sneak in. There should be a cellar under the barn. It shouldn't be hard to find, and it shouldn't have been burned down. You can hide there and wait until it's dark before we come out. "
The girl nodded subconsciously, but suddenly realized something was wrong. "How do you know?"
"I've been here for a while." Brando answered casually. He wasn't lying. It was just that he wasn't in this world.
"And then, what are we going to do?" Irene asked.
"Wait for me there. I'll come to you at night. Those monsters should be focused on summoning the skeletons. They won't bother you for the time being. If you do attract attention, you have to pay attention to your breathing and heartbeat. The undead can see your life force. "Brando reminded them bit by bit.
"Wait, you're not with us?" Freya caught on to this detail.
"I have my own things to do."
"You-" She was about to say something when she saw the young man patting his sword. His meaning was — Don't forget that I've already convinced you. But how could that be the same thing? Freya opened her mouth to refute, but Irene pulled her back and signaled her to be careful of the patrolling skeletons in Madara.
"Do you trust me?" Brando asked softly.
Freya shook her head, but hesitated and nodded.
"That's good. Now is the time. Hurry up and go. Don't worry, I'll come back safe and sound. "He answered seriously.
Freya looked at him and wanted to say something, but stopped herself. But in the end, she was pulled away by Irene. Brando watched them pass through a colorful forest and hide in the bushes below. Then they followed a fence and passed through the long meadow. Finally, they successfully sneaked into the ranch.
He heaved a sigh of relief.
Brando turned back and looked at the short forest below. A sense of nervousness suddenly shrouded his heart. This would be his first adventure alone in this world. Maybe it looked the same as before, but there was no failure here. There was only death.
Speaking of which, he was more willing to work with Freya and the others. But how could he explain the key? He couldn't say that he buried it in the past. This kind of clumsy lie wouldn't even fool Irene, let alone the meticulous Freya.
After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to work alone.
"There's no difference, old man. Just treat it as cutting it down and training it again. "He rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but encourage himself.
… …
(P.S. It's almost 12. Can I watch it today?)
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