The ferocious gargoyle was almost two meters tall when it stood up, and its demonic wings were more than five meters long even when it was half retracted. It almost occupied the entire space when it flew over, and a violent gust of wind swept across Brendel's face. Brendel's breath stopped, and he immediately found that there was no room for him to dodge.
He immediately raised his right hand and shouted with all his might, "Oss!"
A buzzing sound.
In the narrow space, the air expanded forward and let out a sharp whistle. Bang, bang, bang, bang. Four sounds were heard, and the shimmering crystals embedded in the wall of the tomb exploded. The whirlpool of wind hit the winged beast head-on, and the blade-like airflow hit the monster's iron surface. However, the gargoyle also bent half of its body and flew back like a kite with a broken string.
In the distance, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and smoke and dust flew in the corridor.
Brando coughed in the smoke, grabbed his sword and rushed forward. His experience in the game told him that the gargoyle had 60 HP, and it was not something that could be easily killed by a wind bullet.
Sure enough, he found the heavily injured gargoyle behind the smoke and dust. Half of its wing was completely shattered, and fresh blue liquid flowed out from it, forming a bright line on the ground. The monster opened its mouth and screamed at Brando, and its other claw was hanging down weakly. It seemed that it was injured.
Kill it while it's injured!
Brando did not think, and took a step forward. He raised his sword with both hands and used all his strength to slash at the monster. The first slash hit the monster's chest, and it was caught off guard and forced to take a step back.
The second slash followed the first, but the gargoyle reacted and spread its wings to surround him. The long sword drew a bright line of sparks on the steel-like wings.
After using all his strength, Brando could only feel that the wounds on his body were about to burst open. However, he was not discouraged. The previous attack was to force the gargoyle into a defensive state. This was an opportunity, and Brando wanted to use this opportunity to go around the monster.
But the gargoyle screamed and flapped its wings, and the power of four OZ was enough to topple mountains and overturn seas. Brando lost his grip on the long sword, and the Roman sword flew out of his hand and hit the wall of the tomb, creating a few sparks, and fell to the other end of the corridor.
He was thrown to the other side of the wall. He groaned, and his body felt like it was about to fall apart. The only thing that kept him awake was his mind. Brando suddenly realized that because of the monster's unexpected action, he was very close to Gerald's tomb.
This thought was like a tranquilizer, and it cleared his mind, allowing him to know what he should do. He shouted and regained his strength. Enduring the intense pain that felt like he was going to be torn apart, he struggled to get up and ran in that direction.
Gargoyles were mechanical creatures, usually in tomb guards, so there must be something that could command them. That was right, the Gargoyle talisman
It's chance, it's.
The light in front of him was getting brighter, and the gentle white light was so warm that it could seep into his soul and calm him down. But Brando's heart was still pounding, he only had a few seconds to live, and success or failure depended on this one move.
But he immediately heard the sound of a heavy object behind him. The young man's heart tightened, and his battle experience urged him to jump forward, but he was still a second too late. Brendel felt something tighten around his ankle while he was still in the air. The icy gargoyle actually stretched out its long claws and grabbed onto his foot, dragging him back to the ground.
Brando fell heavily to the ground and coughed out a mouthful of blood. It was not that he had not experienced a worse situation than this in the game. But he had never been as anxious as he was now. Failure meant death, what should he do?
The Unyielding Talent still had ten seconds left, should he take a gamble? This thought was like a ray of light that shone into his heart.
He gritted his teeth and turned over, as if he was blessed with good fortune, he raised his right hand and aimed at the gargoyle with the ring on his index finger.
Eight seconds.
There was a trace of fear in the gargoyle's green eyes. It screamed and flew back, subconsciously releasing its claws from Brando. The wizard craftsmen of Buga were undoubtedly the smartest group of people in the world. The war creatures they created were powerful and cunning, but Brando took advantage of this at this moment.
Wisdom was like a double-edged sword, or an apple hanging on a tree that tempted people to fall. But once a creature had wisdom, it would know how to think, fear and protect itself.
Just like now.
Brando gasped for breath, he closed his eyes, and he could not help but tremble. But our protagonist knew that he could not relax, he did not have much time left.
Six seconds.
The young man almost used his willpower to support himself to turn over again. He crawled towards the tomb that was filled with a sacred atmosphere, and the first thing he saw was the sword on the sarcophagus: Thorn of Light. But he did not care about this now, he was looking for something else.
Three seconds.
His eyes locked on the left side of the tomb, the second floor, the second compartment. He tore open the cobwebs and put his hand inside. A group of worms crawled out, and he took out the bottle.
It was a custom-made bottle number 12 from the Holy Cathedral, with a flame symbol on it. Brando turned over and could not help but put the bottle on his chest. He took deep breaths, as if he wanted to use all his strength to feel this remaining blessing.
There was still a moment left, the thumping of his heart reminded him. Brando almost trembled as he pulled out the cork of the bottle, and then he raised his head and poured the swaying liquid into his mouth. At first, a bitter taste filled his taste buds, but the taste was so pure that our protagonist could not help but praise the Gods.
Holy Water No.7 (16 OZ). In the year of the New Moon Flower, the white-robed priest Tamara ordered the production of this type of holy water to cope with the increasing consumption on the frontline. It was a substitute for Holy Water No.5. It could restore 25 HP, but it was only effective for non-fatal injuries.
Brando remembered that this was the most common item in the game.
The holy water immediately took effect. The first thing that healed was the abrasions on his limbs, which were almost healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then it was the sword wound, the itchy effect lasted for a few minutes before it stopped. Brendel tried to take a deep breath, and immediately found that the feeling of difficulty in breathing had completely disappeared.
He opened his eyes and found that the gargoyle outside did not chase after him. Of course, this was not because it was afraid of the Ring of the Wind Empress. Brando guessed that it must be because the monster could not enter the tomb at all. With his experience in the game, he knew that many tombs of Knight had a corresponding sacred enchantment, which did not allow evil creatures to desecrate.
He breathed a sigh of relief and sat up to check his injuries.
The only remaining wound was the one that Brando suffered at the beginning. Because it was a fatal wound in his heart, the effect of the Holy Water No.7 was very limited.
But it was enough. Brando stood up from the ground, he could not help but want to shout in excitement. This was the best state he had ever been in since he came to this world. There was no pain, the weakened state was gone, and he could use his body's strength as he wished. The young man could not help but let out a long sigh, his heart surging for a long time. Martha above, even in such a difficult situation, he still managed to pull through. Even he could not believe it.
What kind of pride and glory was this?
He clenched his fists, and it took him a lot of effort to calm himself down. Because he still remembered Freya and Irene, now was the time to carry out the next plan.
Of course, before that, he turned his head and his gaze fell on the shining sword on the stone coffin. It was the Thorn of Light. Leaf-Shaped swords were not common in the human world, because this was an Elven sword.
Brando looked up along the silver braided gauntlet, and indeed saw two rows of fine Elven words on the sword.
"The sword is born from the light, and all enemies are terrified."
He had never seen this sword before, but he knew its name. Legend had it that the Thorn of Light was a level 19 ancient longsword. Not only was it extremely sharp, but it could also increase the strength, willpower, and vitality of the wielder by 1 OZ. What did it mean to increase strength and vitality by 1 OZ at a lower level? This meant that if Brando used it, his strength and vitality would be doubled.
The most important thing was that someone had seen the Thorn of Light in the game, and it had the ability to detect the undead that many people dreamed of. As long as an undead approached the sword, it would emit a bright light, which was the origin of its name.
Brando looked at the sword and sighed. In the game, the Elves made a total of 17 similar swords, but most of them were destroyed by the Dark Lords of Madara at the end of the First Era. In the end, there were only three left.
This was one of them.
He reached out and grabbed the hilt, and a surge of energy immediately entered his body. He felt that he had become stronger, and his arms were lighter. But before Brando could fully appreciate the changes, a feeling appeared in his mind.
"Young man, you want to inherit my path —?"
Huh?
Brando's eyebrows twitched, and he immediately realized what it was. The Certificate of Profession! This was the Certificate of Profession! The Certificate of Profession was not rare in the game, but it was what he needed the most at the moment. But Brando did not expect that the Certificate of Profession provided by the Knight of the Holy Church, Gerald, was a mercenary and not a Knight of the Church. What was going on?
"Discovered the Certificate of Profession 'Mercenary'. Requires 2 EXP to upgrade to level 1. Do you wish to take this job?"
Of course, even if he was not a Knight, a mercenary was not bad either. At least it was better than being a militia, right?
"Take this job —"
A line of words lit up in his vision.
Mercenary [Charge (−)]
Charge, a surprise attack on the enemy. Speed increased by 10 times. Cooldown: 1 minute. Cannot be used while in a weakened state. Brando could recite the effect of this skill even with his eyes closed. He was too familiar with it, because this was the initial skill of the warrior class.
Is this fate?
Brando clenched his fist. He looked around the tomb. He was not interested in the belongings of the deceased. What he wanted was the holy water used to ward off evil spirits. This thing was too precious, it could save a life at a critical moment. But in the end, the young man's gaze stopped on a small ebony gargoyle.
It was a statue.
It was this thing!
Brando was shocked. This was the Gargoyle Talisman, the key to controlling the gargoyle. He immediately picked up the talisman. If he could control a gargoyle, then it would be a pleasant surprise. It could even be the biggest reward of this trip.
But at this time, the tomb shook violently, and the ceiling was filled with mud and sand. Brando turned his head and heard an explosion from a distance.
It was from the direction of the ranch!
He was shocked.
Did something happen to Freya and Irene? This was the only possibility that Brando could think of. He couldn't wait to grab two bottles of less effective Holy Water No. 9. He wrapped them in his bloodstained clothes and rushed out of the tomb.
However, in his haste, he did not notice that a piece of paper had fallen from the holy water that he had casually swept away.
Brando ran into the gargoyle as soon as he rushed out. But this time, he had the Gargoyle Talisman, so the monster didn't dare to act rashly. It could only stand aside obediently as a statue. It was a pity that the talisman required a password to activate, otherwise he could have brought the gargoyle and killed his way out. Even though there were two necromancers in the Green Village, there was no place for them in front of a level 23 gargoyle.
There was no other reason. The mechanical gargoyle couldn't be affected by the Decay spell.
The young man quickly ran out of the tomb, but before he could take a breath, a strong wind suddenly came from the darkness.
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Fate parted before my eyes into two straight lines that were not related to each other. One of them led to the burning palaces and cities. The kingdom was overturned, the land bore the burden of suffering. The living beings suffered in the fire, and they would never see the light of day again.
The other leads to the top of the ancient kings. God personally crowns me in the clouds. I wear the laurel crown and bathe in the mountains. My eyes see through the fog of history. My Knight expands my territory for me. My sword cuts through the thorns and leads my people to victory.
I take this scepter and hold the power of the world in my hands. I look down on all living things and change the course of history.
I am Brando, the King of Wohnde. This is my legend.
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