When the two figures of Freya had completely disappeared, Brando calmed down. Unlike sneaking into the pasture from the other direction, where he could use the colorful forest as cover, from here to the undergrowth below, he had to be in the line of sight of a whole group of skeleton soldiers.
Taking risks was necessary, but unnecessary risks were also unnecessary. He decided to wait for the sky to turn dark before starting his operation. Although the undead could see life energy directly, their search range was limited at night.
But Brando was not idle, he was observing the patrolling pattern of the skeletons below. Soon, he found a gap in their patrolling. Around the time when the two scattered squads crossed each other, he could get a gap of ten seconds.
He looked at the terrain. From here to the undergrowth below, there was a distance of twenty meters. He had two OZ Agility, but in the weakened state, he could not use it at full strength. To complete a forty meter round trip and dig out the key buried under the tree in ten seconds, this seemed to be an impossible challenge.
He decided to find another way.
The sky quickly darkened.
It's time to move. He said to himself in his heart. His whole person blended into the dark environment, but in fact, he was so nervous that his heart was pounding.
This was a game with his life. What game's death penalty could be more exciting than this?
He held his breath and stared below, silently counting fourteen. It was exactly the time it took for the two pairs of skeletons to cross each other. Then he first threw the sword in his hand in that direction. This was the first step.
Twenty meters away, the sword fell on the soft leaves and made a soft sound. Brando waited for a long time in fear. When the first patrol passed by for the second time, he confirmed that everything was normal and sighed in relief.
Next was the main point of the plan. Brando counted for the second time. When the two squads of skeletons crossed each other for the third time, he took a deep breath and rushed out. At that time, his mind was almost blank. He could not think, nor could he care about anything. There was only one goal — — and that was speed, speed up.
Three seconds.
Brando arrived and let out a long sigh. He squatted down, dug up the fallen leaves, grabbed his sword and began to dig. But the efficiency was very slow, far beyond his expectations. He dug while counting in his heart. One, two, three.
Six seconds.
He gave himself an extra second, then threw away his sword and started running back. The scenery around him seemed to be moving as fast as lightning. He dived into the bushes and stopped, feeling as if his heart had stopped beating.
The skeleton soldiers passed by him for the fourth time, but they did not discover his existence. Brando took a deep breath. He felt that this stimulation made his limbs go soft, but the accelerated secretion of adrenaline made him deeply excited.
Then he shrank back and continued to wait for the second round. Brando was much calmer in his second attack, but this time, he returned without any success.
The third time, he only dug for two seconds because he could clearly feel his stamina dropping. Then, for the fourth time, he finally came into contact with the cold, square-shaped object under the soil. Brando had never seen such a thing before, but at this moment, his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.
That was it.
Brando had a certain feeling in his heart. For a moment, he could not help but want to dig this thing out, but he knew that there was not enough time. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, put down his sword, and ran back.
The fifth time, Brando had completely calmed down. He ran under the tree, picked up the sword and began to pry open the square stone slab. It immediately loosened, but at this moment, Brando's ears twitched. Wait, the sound was not right. The skeleton soldiers below changed their patrol route.
Impossible! Our hero felt a chill in his heart. He did not know if God was playing a malicious joke on him. Madara's skeleton soldiers lacked basic intelligence. They would not change their patrol route unless there was a lich's intention. But the lich would not change its original intention for no reason.
Unless there was an external invasion.
Brando's past experience in the game became very clear at this moment. He could not help but look in the direction of the ranch. Could it be that Freya and Irene had been exposed? But looking down from the hillside, the direction was calm. The young man immediately dismissed this idea.
The footsteps of the skeleton soldiers behind him were getting closer. The monsters should have seen him. Brando felt his blood freeze. What should he do? There were six skeletons below, and any one of them could kill him.
Use the Ring of the Wind Empress? No, not to mention that the sound would attract trouble. With the size of the wind bullet, it was already good enough to hit three skeletons. What about the rest?
Brando felt his scalp tingling more and more. He kept reminding himself to stay calm and think about what he usually did in the game. Yes, make use of the advantages. Every attribute point and skill in a player's hand could be used to survive in a desperate situation.
As long as he used his imagination.
He immediately thought of a possibility, but this crazy idea also scared him. This is not a game. Brando, can you afford to pay that price? He could not help but ask himself. But the skeleton soldiers were getting closer and closer. He had to make a choice.
He took a deep breath and immediately stabbed his sword into his lower abdomen.
The tearing pain came from his abdomen. The strong feeling was ten thousand times more intense than in the game. Brando groaned and almost knelt down. He felt like he was going crazy. Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but at the same time, the skeleton soldiers' footsteps also stopped.
Success, the unyielding skill was effective. It deceived those unintelligent skeletons.
Brando did not dare to be negligent. He resisted the waves of dizziness and pulled out his sword. Although he had deliberately avoided the vital parts, blood still splashed out. The young man did not dare to look. He was almost breathing hard as he used his sword to pry out the square slate. Then he turned around and slid down the hillside.
He had five minutes to save himself. His life was hanging by a thread.
The unyielding skill ignited the soul fire to support him all the way to the village. But when Brando fumbled into the village, he was shocked. Between the ruins of the buildings, there were snow-white skeletons everywhere. Those new skeletons were the lich's masterpiece. Under the influence of the summoning spirit, they crawled out of the graveyard or tore open flesh to crawl out.
Under the gradually darkening sky, these white skeletons brought a huge sense of oppression. Fortunately, Brando was experienced and knowledgeable. Otherwise, he would have been scared to death.
He calmed down and counted the number of skeletons. There were more than fifty of them. This was not a small number. This meant that Madara's invasion strength was increasing with their pace. But the only thing that made him feel at ease was that Brando knew that these thin skeletons were not on the same level as their kind that had been refined by darkness.
They were even slightly weaker than an ordinary adult man.
Brando looked as he moved forward. His goal was the small temple in the village. It should be in the north — if his memory was not messed up. Among the many disadvantages brought by death, there was always one advantage. That was, the undead wandering on the street regarded him as one of their kind. Even if Brando bumped into these headless guys, the latter would at most adjust their balance and continue to move forward.
This was a huge piece of good news.
With this advantage, it only took him three minutes to find the temple of Kalidas. But it seemed that the undead of Madara did not have much respect for the God of Pottery in the game. They had already collapsed one of the walls of the temple.
This provided a lot of convenience for Brando. He directly went along the wall and went in. It was pitch black inside. Brendel remembered that the temple had been rebuilt, but after exploring it for a while, he found that the interior was not too different. He quickly found the path to the meditation room with his memory.
To his surprise, there was a wandering skeleton in the Meditation Room. Brendel jumped in fright when he saw it in the dark. Fortunately, his nerves were strong enough to withstand it. But he quickly calmed down and tried to take a deep breath to comfort himself that this was just a puppet without any intelligence.
But his breathing was getting harder and harder, and his vision was starting to blur. He had about a minute left.
Brando recalled that the entrance to the secret passage should be behind the podium. He groped there and found the square depression. At that moment, he really felt like Martha was on top of him. He was almost trembling as he pressed the slate into the depression, afraid that God would play a malicious joke on him again.
Fortunately, it did not. In the dark silence, there was a soft click, then a second click, then a muffled rumbling sound came from the ground, and finally, with a crash, he felt a breeze behind him.
Brando looked back and saw the tomb passage that led down. There was light inside, and the walls of the passage were inlaid with purple shimmering crystals. These things were not valuable, but the light was too dim, so they were not widely used.
He shook his head, and the dizziness almost knocked him out. There was no such thing in the game. The player would not feel any discomfort for the first five minutes of the Unyielding skill in The Amber Sword. But when the time was up, even if you were as strong as a bull, you would still fall down immediately.
Brando was almost relying on his own will to hold on, and the desire to live urged him to grit his teeth and move forward. As he walked, he recalled the history of the tomb. The Templar Knight who was buried here was a famous NPC called Gerald or something. He was born here and participated in Erouine's War of Independence. He lived a righteous life, and after his death, he was buried in his hometown according to his wishes.
It was said that this place used to be a forest, but later on, a shrine was built here. The people of the Holy Cathedral of Fire modified the tomb of the Templar Knight so that he could rest in peace in the Kingdom of God. The sword that Brando was looking for was called the Thorn of Light, and it was also the weapon that the Knight used when he was alive. The young man did not intend to disturb the peace of the dead, but presumably, the Knight did not want the undead to wreak havoc in his hometown.
The youth started to gasp for breath. He used all his strength to support himself against the wall of the tomb for twenty to thirty meters, and the end of his vision gradually became brighter. This kind of gentle white light that lasted for a long time must be the effect of a high-grade Glimmer Gem. [I'm close to my goal.]
But before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief, a black shadow suddenly fell from the ceiling. Two steel claws clasped his shoulders and lifted him up abruptly.
Brendel felt a huge force seeping into his limbs, as though there were two iron chains on his body, preventing him from moving. He immediately realized that this was an absolute difference in strength, and this strength was at least four OZ ranks higher than him. He was shocked, and his experience in the game immediately made him realize what this thing was — a Gargoyle. In the past, the guy who completed the quest did not mention that there was a Gargoyle in the tomb.
A Gargoyle was the masterpiece of a Buga Wizard, and it was a level 23 monster. Compared to it, a low-level Lich was like a gentle baby.
Before Brando could finish his thought, he felt himself being lifted up into the air, and it was a feeling of being in the clouds. He felt himself flying for a long distance, and then his back hit the cold wall of the tomb. All the bones in his body groaned, as if they were broken one by one.
But our protagonist did not have the time to worry about this. He got up and shook his head, and saw that the Gargoyle was chasing after him like a ghost.
Was there still a chance?
… …
(PS. Really, it's not that I don't want to explode … I'm just a few hundred points away.)
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