"It's more than just important."
Brando said as he gently took the ring from Felaern's hand. He carefully looked at the intersecting sword and saber patterns on the rings. His fingers stroked the cold brass edges and he felt slightly touched. The Secondary Snake Ring, the Ring of the Wind Empress, the Ring of the Flame, and the Ring of the Warrior — all three sides of the Magic Triangle had been filled. He remembered that in the previous game, he had only completed this feat in the Year of the White Holy Griffin (Year 378 of the First Era). The Enchanted Accessories in The Amber Sword were so rare that even the legendary RMB Warriors would have to wait three months before they could equip themselves with such equipment.
On the other hand, other than the weapons in his hand that were slightly lacking, his backup ranged weapon was the Brass grade Shale Longbow and the Soul Arrow. He had more than ten Enchanted Accessories, including the Necklace of the Rock Corps, the Star of Flame, and the Necklace of Ghouls. He also had the Lionheart Medal, the Elemental Bracelet, and three Amulets. Not to mention the Soul Diamond and the Blackwood Sculpture that he made himself. His inventory of Enchanted Items in the First War of the Black Rose had just ended.
However, it was a pity that he had never been able to obtain a true core equipment, such as the Strength of the Mountains and Rivers, a powerful equipment that could change the composition of a character's class. However, he was already so unlucky, so he should be proud of himself for being able to reach this step. And this was because Felaern was in the party. Thinking of this, he could not help but look back at the elder Wild Elf sister.
"What is it?" Felaern asked. "My Lord."
Brando shook his head and did not answer. He had already put the ring on his left index finger. After putting on the ring, the data on his retina changed continuously. [Strength Burst], [White Raven Sword Art], and [Frontal Breakthrough] all received a + 1 level bonus. Soon, [Strength Burst] (10 + 1), [White Raven Sword Art] (5 + 1), and [Frontal Breakthrough] (5 + 1). When [Strength Burst] reached level 10, [Strength Burst] would receive a Master's bonus. It would consume three times the stamina in the next action and receive 10% and 15 OZ bonus. The White Raven Sword Style and Frontal Assault were enhanced by Specialist. Brando swung his sword to the left, and the wind pressure left his sword with a whoosh. However, the wind pressure did not form a complete crescent like before. Instead, it formed a giant net. As it moved forward, the giant net passed through the middle of the courtyard. The scaly blades reflected the light in the air and shone brightly as they tore through layers of vortexes. The two of them stared blankly at the tree that was riddled with holes and had only a bare trunk left.
Shredded leaves fluttered and fell to the ground.
"Damn it, it's an AoE attack," Brando cursed in his heart. "Why didn't I know about this before? Does the Erouine Palace still have this kind of skill?"
"My lord," Felaern hugged her book and blinked her eyes: "Is this the palace's sword art?"
"It's just a coincidence," Brando replied.
He sheathed his sword and saw two figures, one red and one white, rushing over. Scarlet and Metisha were resting in the room next door when they heard the wind pressure explosion created by Brando. They were startled when they saw Brando and Felaern standing in the corridor. They looked at each other and asked in unison: "What's wrong, my lord?"
"It's nothing. I'm just practicing my swordsmanship," Brando replied.
The red-haired girl frowned as she looked at the old tree in the courtyard. She liked the tree because it gave her an inexplicable sense of tranquility. Just like the leaf she wore on her head, it always gave her a sense of security. She opened her mouth but couldn't find a way to reprimand Brando. She could only give him a dissatisfied look.
Brando looked at the red-haired girl, but he didn't see the dissatisfaction in her eyes. "Alright, Scarlet. Let's go out for a walk. "
"Where?" The red-haired girl loosened her grip on her spear.
"We'll go to Abies first, then we'll leave the city."
"Just us?"
"We'll probably need to bring Cornelius and the others as well," Brando replied.
"What about me?" Metisha placed her hand on her chest and asked seriously: "Should I go with you, My Lord?"
"You stay in the city, Metisha." Brando looked at her and shook his head. "The undead didn't go far after they retreated. I need to leave some people in the city to prevent them from taking advantage of the situation. Although it's a waste to fight a war without a purpose, the situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. I need to be prepared. You and The Shire will stay in the city. The two of you should be enough to deal with the undead. "
The Silver Fairy Princess wasn't surprised. She nodded quietly and returned to her original position. Scarlet looked at her and thought of something, but she didn't say anything. She lowered her spear and walked to Brando's side: "So where are we going, My Lord?"
"The dungeon."
"The dungeon?"
… …
The dungeon of Coldwood Castle was exactly what most people imagined it to be. It was dark, gloomy, and there was a rotten stench in the air. Occasionally, a rat would run across the uneven stone floor, often bigger than a cat. Abies Castle was built in the Year of the Green, about two hundred and forty years ago. At that time, Erouine still had to deal with threats from the borders, so the dungeon was built to imprison barbarians who were captured during the war.
But today, it was mostly used to deal with those who couldn't pay the taxes. Poor people, poachers, and nobles who offended Graudin were all casually charged with a crime. Sometimes, even this step was skipped and thrown into the dungeon. This kind of dark days usually lasted for a few years in prison. Aouine's criminal law was enacted during the kingdom's most difficult period, and the provisions for the lower classes had not been amended for centuries, so it was extremely harsh.
In fact, there were many people who died of illness in the dungeon of Abies Castle.
After a night of fighting, Brando ordered Amandina to release most of the peasants who couldn't pay the taxes. The usually crowded dungeon was unusually quiet at this moment. The sound of footsteps could be heard in the silent darkness, occasionally colliding with the iron chains that hung from the ceiling.
Bosley's sharp senses caught the sound of the footsteps. "Someone's coming." The old man calmed his breathing. The footsteps were steady and strong, and they were moving at a steady pace. It didn't seem like the messy footsteps of the prison guards. Moreover, the guards in the dungeon seemed to have changed since last night. The footsteps of the newcomers were also different. They seemed more like soldiers who were trained in the battlefield, steady and capable, but there was a slight difference. His eyebrows twitched slightly.
The footsteps were getting closer.
Bosley had interacted with soldiers for half of his life, and he had an instinctive sense for people who were filled with killing intent. He heard the footsteps coming to a stop not too far away, and then a clattering sound could be heard in the darkness. It was the person opening the door. The door led to this area, and the old man knew that he was the only prisoner in this area. He couldn't help but think to himself. [Is the person looking for me?]
His heart pounded violently.
The iron chains fell to the ground with a clatter. Not long after, the first ray of light shone through the corner and into his cell. Bosley stared greedily at the ray of light. Tears flowed from his eyes, but he didn't move an inch. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he last saw light. He didn't even know the sun after he was captured.
[Did they change their lord?
But there's no good person in the Dener Family.] He snorted lightly in his heart.
The flickering light from the torch finally shone into his cell. Bosley moved slightly and lowered his head, allowing his messy hair to cover his face. But after a while, he heard the gentle voice of a young man. The voice was like a clap of thunder, and he couldn't help but raise his head. "Bosley Houston, Lord of Jincheng, Royal Faction. Didn't you die during Everton's rebellion?"
Bosley raised his head as if he was under a spell. His body was stiff, and his face was pale as he stared at the young man who he had never seen before. The light from the torch in the young man's hand caused him to shrink back, but he couldn't help but ask in a hoarse voice: "Who … … are you?" Brando wasn't wrong. He was Bosley Houston, Lord of Jincheng. The Royal Faction suffered a crushing defeat in the last war. Even the leader of the Royal Faction, the 'Earth Knight' Duke Everton, was implicated and imprisoned, let alone a small character like Bosley. When he escaped from the capital, he lied that he had died during the night of the rebellion. But because he wasn't an important character in the Royal Faction, he was able to escape death.
After that, he came to the border of the kingdom and concealed his identity, waiting for the day when the Royal Faction would rise again. He never thought that he would offend Graudin over a small matter and be thrown into this dark prison. He thought that he would spend the rest of his life in this prison because no one would care about a small character like him. However, he never thought that there would be a day when someone in this Dark Prison would call out his true identity.
Even Graudin didn't know his true identity.
It wasn't just him. When Brando spoke, even Felaern and Scarlett looked at him in surprise. It was as if this young lord had always given them curious glances. The two girls were puzzled because he seemed to know people everywhere. A person with vast knowledge could be said to have a good memory. Furthermore, he had such a wide range of connections. He was only in his early twenties, and in their eyes, he was close to a monster. Unless it was as Amandina had guessed, there was an unimaginably large family behind him.
But Brando only smiled. "It doesn't matter who I am. I'm not part of the Royal Faction, nor am I part of Duke Arreck's people. Furthermore, I have nothing to do with the Randner family."
The old man who was sitting cross-legged in the cell like a beggar was slightly startled. He looked at Brendel in confusion: "Then you are … …"
"You can think of me as a faction of my own, Grandmaster Bosley," Brando took the water bag from the mercenary behind him and handed it to the old man: "But my goal is the same as yours."
The old man looked at him with gratitude. Brando's action made him feel more at ease. He took a sip from the water bag and asked: "What do you mean?"
"Erouine of Zhongxing."
"Erouine of Zhongxing?" Bosley looked at the young man suspiciously. He put down the water bag with his withered hand that resembled a tree branch: "If that's the case, why don't you join the Royal Faction and help the Covardo Royal Family?" He suddenly stopped and looked at the young man carefully: "Or, are you on the side of House Seifer?"
Brando shook his head: "I have my own position, and I have my own methods. But that's not important. I'm here to ask you to join me."
"What can an old man like me help you with?" The old man's eyes flashed as he asked sharply.
"Grandmaster Bosley, you're Erouine's master craftsman. You're an expert in armor and smithing. Am I right?" Brando asked.
"You want to raise a private army?" Bosley's eyes darkened.
"Something like that."
… … Dividing line … …
Gengxin Juju's latest masterpiece, Thief Cao, book number 1509007.
The Three Kingdoms, the Three Kingdoms again!
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This book tells the story of Thief Cao.
It's not Cao Pi, Cao Zhi, or Cao Anmin … …
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The rolling waters of the Yangtze River flow to the east, washing away all heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure vanish in a blink of an eye. The green hills are still there, and the sun is still setting. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com to read more chapters.
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