Brando tilted his head and let the skeleton pass by him. He had almost forgotten about the skeleton in the meditation room, but he was no longer the same person as before. He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.
The sword flashed, and a layer of white light appeared on the Thorn of Light. Half of the skeleton's body flew into the air. Brando looked at the skeleton that was gradually turning into ashes. The Thorn of Light was indeed a sword that was born in light, it even had a purifying effect.
A golden light shot into his chest.
A weapon with a purifying effect would deal double the damage to the undead. No wonder he felt no resistance when his sword cut through the skeleton, it was like a hot knife cutting through butter.
A divine weapon.
Brando only had one evaluation of the sword. Even if it was not a divine weapon, it was not far from it in this environment.
But he was more worried about Freya and Irene's safety. He immediately pushed away the crumbling skeleton and ran out. His 2 OZ Agility was fully utilized at this moment, and he was not inferior to the world's top athletes in his previous world. In fact, he might even surpass them in terms of balanced explosive power.
With the support of the Thorn of Light and the Ring of the Wind Empress, his Strength, Vitality and Agility all broke through 2. If Brando appeared on Earth now, there would only be one explanation in the eyes of a normal person — Superman, except for the fact that he could not fly.
Brendel went back the way he came from, and the twisting path in the darkness was no longer an obstacle to him. He leaped out from the collapsed walls of the temple, and the strong breath of life on his body immediately attracted the attention of the wandering undead nearby. Two skeletons on his left and right made cracking sounds as they wobbled towards him. But what awaited them were two silver swords.
Brando kept the two EXP in his inventory and immediately looked towards the direction of the farm. His pupils immediately shrank. There was an obvious fire in that direction, and the fire almost dyed half the night sky red.
In his vision, hundreds of skeletons were slowly surrounding that direction. He knew that these low-level undead would not act on their own. This meant that the lich behind them had noticed something.
"Freya, Irene!" Brando's heart sank, but just as he was about to rush over, he heard a sharp and sinister voice behind him.
"There's a human over there, kill him —!"
Brando turned his head and discovered a lich commanding six skeleton soldiers in a row to slowly approach him from one end of the street.
The lich raised the bone staff in his hand.
But Brendel was faster than it. He activated his Charge skill and closed in on it like a blur. "Stop him!" The necromancer was startled and screamed hysterically.
The skeleton soldier at the front raised its sword, but it was met with the cold face of the young man. A sentence suddenly flashed through Brando's mind. That sentence was so clear that it seemed to contain all the feelings of the original owner of this body.
"Bastards of Madara, it's your turn to suffer —"
He did not care about techniques and directly used the Elven sword to exchange blows. A metallic sound pierced through the eardrums. The steel sword in the skeleton soldier's hand bent backwards under the immense force and then broke with a clang.
Brando charged forward. The skeleton soldier was split into four parts along with the sword. At this moment, there was no longer any obstruction between him and the lich.
The repulsive undead opened its leaky lower jaw sluggishly. There was only astonishment on its withered face.
"This sword, is for Brando."
He opened his mouth and the sword pierced through the lich's left rib and came out from the third rib on its back. The Thorn of Light was glowing. Brando stared at the lich's burning green eyes and said. He swung the sword from front to back.
The soul fire in the lich's eyes flickered for a moment and then dimmed. With a clang, the arm that was holding the bone staff flew far away and was burned to ashes by the purifying fire.
Three golden lights rose from the night sky and merged into the young man's chest.
He turned around and saw two skeleton soldiers flanking him from the left and right. Brando raised his sword and the first skeleton's arm immediately flew up. With another twist of the sword, the skeleton's head rolled down. He took advantage of the situation and pushed the rib that had already been purified towards its companion.
The skeleton soldier immediately raised its sword to block the attack, but before it could raise its sword, a bright flash of a sword had already sliced it in half. Whoosh! Madara's lowest ranked undead soldier's metal rings scattered all over the ground like a flower petals from the heavens.
Two spots of golden light flashed and disappeared.
Brando immediately called out to his status panel. Rows of ghostly data immediately appeared in his vision. He selected one of them and said in his heart, "Profession and EXP —"
A series of dark green data appeared:
XP: 11 (Commoner Level 1: —, Militia Level 2: 6/10, Mercenary Level 1: 0/10)
He used his sword to block the skeleton soldier's attack and said in his heart, "11 EXP, level up mercenary."
The data immediately changed:
XP: 0 (Commoner Level 1: —, Militia Level 2: 6/10, Mercenary Level 2: 1/130)
Brando raised his sword and used his strength to push the skeleton soldier back. Then he glanced at his own attributes. Strength and Constitution had increased by 0.2 OZ. Dexterity and Wisdom had also increased by 0.1 OZ. But the key point was still the 25 EXP. This point alone was enough to make the militia class lose its value.
He took a deep breath.
Well, now he had 2.3 OZ Strength, 2.1 OZ Dexterity, 2.2 OZ Physique, 8.0 OZ Absolute Strength. It had exceeded the player's initial attributes and had begun to move towards Level 1 Strength.
At this moment, Brando's heart suddenly calmed down. He looked at the three skeleton soldiers in front of him as if he was looking at air.
Yes, he was back. Finally —
…
Ten minutes was enough for the smoke to dissipate. At the end of the street, the sound of horse hooves came from afar. Two horses.
On the long street, two young riders rode side by side. They stopped their horses and looked around. They were surprised to see the remains of skeletons on the ground. They were speechless for a moment.
"Zeta, did you see that?"
"There's only one person. Is it Fortress Riedon's guards?"
"There's a necromancer over there. Martha is on top! Zeta, can you fight against four of them? "
"No, I can't. This is an old soldier. " The skinny young man on the horse looked around silently. A look of disbelief gradually appeared on his face: "Ryan, there are six skeleton soldiers here."
The surroundings became quiet.
"Seven?"
"Seven."
"We have to tell this to the vice-captain. What do you think this is? A regular soldier? Or a traveling Knight? "The young man called Ryan turned around and stared at his companion.
"I can't guess, Ryan, but I agree with your opinion."
… …
When Brando arrived at the ranch, it was already in a sea of fire. The burning buildings formed a bright background. Not far away, there were occasional sounds of buildings collapsing. However, he did not see the undead army chasing after Freya and Irene as he expected.
On the contrary, he saw many newly awakened skeletons fleeing in panic in the raging sea of fire. The bright flames were the natural enemy of these low-level undead. Their weak Soulfire trembled under the strong light and was almost purified into ashes.
This was not blue fire. In the game, Madara's army only used cold Soulfire. Brando immediately realized that this fire was not set by the undead. Could it be Freya and Irene? He shook his head. He did not think that the two of them would be so decisive.
He turned his head sharply in one direction and saw a group of skeleton soldiers chasing in a certain direction. He squinted his eyes and saw a layer of flickering black light on the skeletons. Was there a necromancer nearby?
Brando immediately unsheathed his sword and the [Thorn of Light] glowed with a dim light. As he walked in that direction, a few reckless low-level skeletons brushed past him. Soon, our hero gained 7 experience points again.
But before the young man could get close, a loud noise suddenly came from the corner in front of him. Countless bone fragments and metal rings scattered in all directions, accompanied by two or three skeletons that were thrown high into the air and fell into the sea of fire not far away.
Brando was shocked.
This was Level 1 strength (3 OZ ~ 20 OZ). He immediately realized. Who was behind the sea of fire? Humans? The regular army of Fortress Riedon? But they did not appear here in the game.
He instinctively got into a defensive position. When he looked up, he saw a group of Knights rushing out from the sea of fire. It was like a flood, instantly sweeping out from the sea of fire. The leader of the riders immediately turned to him and raised his sword. The riders behind him pulled their reins at the same time. The whole group stopped in unison.
"Who are you?" The Knight coldly asked. It sounded like a young man. But the other party was immediately startled. Brando could not see the other party's expression because of the light, but he could feel that the person knew him. No, it was more accurate to say that he knew the original Brando.
Then he heard the whispers of the Knights behind him.
"I bet, it's a militia."
"I know him."
"But you guessed right, it's really just a militia."
Brando frowned slightly. When his eyes gradually adjusted to the strong light, he finally saw the attire of these people. Thick blue coat, dragon scale breastplate, shining white iron helmet and a knight's sword. There was also a silver badge with a black pine leaf insignia.
Bucce's Guards.
"Brando, why are you here?" The leader of the Knights asked in a condescending tone.
"I have the same question." Brando recalled this person's name from his memory: Bretton, who was also a citizen of Braggs City like him. Because of his outstanding performance in the militia training, he was selected to join the Guards and was sent to Bucce's border for training.
Of course, this was only on the surface. Because no matter how outstanding Bretton was, he would not be able to surpass Brando, who was the number one swordsman in the same batch. But since the father of a local officer spoke up, the rest of the story naturally became smoother.
He knew about the grudges between the two, but it was not grudges. At most, they looked down on each other.
Sure enough, Bretton immediately opened his mouth: "Militia, as the vice-captain of the Bucce Guards, I want you to report to me immediately. Why are you here?"
The group of Knights immediately snickered. They knew that Bretton was only trying to find trouble for his fellow countryman. As for the report, it was just an excuse.
Brando raised his head.
… …
(Author's Note: As promised, I'll do my best.
Thanks to D Blade, Blood Cicada, Lionhead, sjwgyyb0, Green Knight Lyons, Langu Risa, Lntech, Huan 12387, Pirate Vanguard, Book Friend 080903091433371, Marshal Saint Dragon, Mu Rufeng, Slothful Side, Meow Meow, Necromancer Apprentice for their generous rewards. Some of them are old friends that have supported me since Canaan, and some are new friends that I've met in Amber. I'd like to thank you for your support.)
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