The decision to split into three was quickly approved, and the only thing left was to move out.
Marden personally led the guards to attack Madara's undead army, while Bretton took the opportunity to lead the remaining villagers of Bucce to cross the River of Daggers. At the same time, Brando and the Roman crossed the Vizier Mountain Path to Fortress Riedon.
The time was three hours later.
When the announcement was made, most of the young guards silently turned around and left. They didn't say much, and only the clanking of their equipment could be heard as they walked away.
The campfire crackled as it burned, and the light from the fire cast a messy shadow on the beach that was covered with fallen leaves and pebbles. Other than the attack at dawn, everyone had to prepare for a lot of things. The night was still long, and the last few hours were more like torture for everyone.
Freya had to gather the rest of the third squad, while Brando asked for a backpack to store the remaining bottle of # 5 holy water. The extra bottle was already given to Jonson, and saved the young man's life in exchange for the goodwill of the Bucce villagers and the gratitude of their relatives. Even though he said so, Brando still couldn't bear to watch someone die with his own eyes.
He felt that as a modern person, he was constantly affected by the conflict in this war-torn world. Brando thought about it and felt relieved. It was the pursuit of beauty that motivated him to change the world.
He casually stuffed two days' worth of food into his backpack. It was mainly dried meat and a type of cake made with flour, salt, and plant tubers. The world's productivity in The Amber Sword was relatively high, and you wouldn't see such abundant resources in the real Middle Ages.
In fact, only those who truly understood this world would know that this was a world with a high level of civilization, but its development seemed to be on a different path from Earth.
However, when he took out the long-necked bottle containing Holy Water No.5, our protagonist was stunned for a moment. He found a piece of cardboard stuck to the bottom of the bottle. It looked like it was stuck, so he easily took it off.
That thing was about the size of a poker card. It was about the length of a palm and the width of a palm. On the back, there was a pattern that looked like a magic array. On the front, there was an oil painting of a kneeling Knight wearing armor and holding a sword up high.
On the top left of the card, there was an ancient number 'II' written on it, and at the bottom of the card, there were six yellow crystals. Brando recognized the six crystals on this item. Their scientific name in the game was' Elemental Attribute ', and the six yellow crystals meant that the Earth Attribute was 6.
But what was this?
Brando was very knowledgeable, and there were very few things in the game that he did not know. However, the item in his hand gave him a difficult problem. It took him a while to remember that he might have accidentally taken it out from Gerald's tomb, but that didn't provide him with any clues.
In the game, he could still search for a bunch of random knowledge. But here, Brando only knew the local knowledge, basic knowledge, and military knowledge. What did you want him to search for?
He couldn't help but hold up the card and ask Romaine who was concentrating on mending her skirt with a needle and thread: "Do you recognize this thing, little Roman?"
"No, don't call me that!" Roman raised his eyebrows: "Eh? What is this, a tarot card? "
"I know tarot cards."
"Then I don't know either."
Brando looked at the card and was about to say something. Suddenly, he squinted his eyes. He saw Bretton and a few other guards leading their horses from the shadows of the forest not far away.
What are these guys trying to do? He suddenly remembered Marden's abnormal behavior when he was negotiating with him. His heart was filled with doubts. He couldn't help but put away the card and stood up to follow them.
"Roman, wait for me here."
"Yes, Brando."
Although the guards were all outstanding youths, and their individual strength was far superior to the average person, it was a pity that their vigilance wasn't that good. The group of them walked all the way without noticing that someone was following them from afar.
It must be known that Brando was a small team player, and if a few people wanted to go against a large guild, they would need to use stealth techniques. Thus, although he wasn't a master in this field, he was at least a veteran. It was quite easy for him to deceive these youths who had no experience in tracking.
However, Brando himself didn't realize that he had already used his old tricks.
This scene was nothing in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Zeta, who was standing guard on the tree, it was inconceivable. He recognized the youth called Brando at a glance. Their captain had personally told them that he was just an ignorant and incompetent fellow who only had passable swordsmanship.
However, the militia's swordsmanship was nothing in their eyes. The militia's number one swordsman, such as Freya and Irene, could easily take on ten people. They just didn't want to make a move. Since they had joined the guards, they naturally had their own pride.
Take Bretton for example. No matter how much he tried to bully Brando, he would never ask for a duel to teach him a lesson. That was because in their eyes, that would be lowering their status.
But now, Zeta saw a completely different matter. He remembered that during his scouting course, there was a scout from the mountain corps who imparted some combat experience to them. That scout was a Knight who had received the Crimson Medal once, but compared to the youth in front of him, his skills were nothing.
Brando was like a shadow in the darkness. Every time he moved, he would follow the direction of the fire in the nearby valley. If not for the fact that he happened to be in between the light source and Zeta, Zeta would have thought that he wouldn't even have the chance to discover him.
Could it be that vice-captain Bretton's understanding of him was wrong? Was he actually a scout from the regular corps? Or was he a spy from Madara?
Zeta suddenly felt nervous. What should he do? First of all, he couldn't make a sound, or else vice-captain's plan would be ruined. This place was less than thirty meters away from the camp, and any movement would attract the attention of other people.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and made a hand gesture to Ryan, who was on another tree not far away, indicating him to pay attention to Brando's direction. At first, Ryan was puzzled. Why did this guy keep pointing to a place where there was no one? Did he drink too much? But he immediately saw Brando in that direction, and his expression changed.
Damn, is this a chameleon?
"What do we do?" He immediately asked.
"I'll go first, you cover me from the right." Zeta replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, the opponent's swordsmanship is very good. He's at the middle level of the Unranked."
The middle level of the Unranked was a swordsman's specialization, and was roughly equivalent to the best of the guards. Above that was the white level swordsman, which was roughly equivalent to a level 5 to 20 player. Zeta was afraid that the opponent was still hiding his strength, so he deliberately raised Bretton's estimation.
Ryan nodded, indicating that he understood.
… …
Brando was also in a state of shock. More than twenty people, more than ten warhorses, Bretton, are you trying to rebel? But he knew that it was impossible and unnecessary. After following for a while, he heard the people in front whispering to each other. Just as he was about to move closer, he suddenly felt a sense of danger.
It was too quiet, and he didn't hear the sound of the insects from the beginning.
Brando was very experienced. Although in this kind of operation, the scouting and searching was usually done by the team's Nightingale, he still remembered the Nightingale who worked with him the longest. She was a girl called 'Shadow', but it was a pity that she didn't play with him anymore.
However, after fighting so many battles, he had developed an instinctive acuity. Even the slightest movement of grass in the wind would alert him.
Just like that day in the old mansion in Bucce when he predicted Rothko's scouting.
Brando immediately felt a hand trying to wrap around his neck from behind. This was a scout's technique. Brando leaned back, one hand holding the opponent's elbow, and the other hand pressing down on the opponent's wrist. He slid down and raised both his hands. Then, he suddenly pushed forward. A black figure flew out and hit the tree in front of him with a muffled groan.
Their strength was about the same, but he had a slight advantage. But when he saw that the black figure didn't immediately defend himself, but instead turned around and rushed towards him, his heart tightened, and he immediately understood that there was another person.
With a flash of silver, Brando's Thorn of Light was unsheathed. He dodged to the side, and the sword in his hand was already at the neck of the person who rushed up from behind.
The faint light from the sword reflected the two people's faces.
Ryan and Zeta were stunned. They thought that Brando's swordsmanship might be stronger than their vice-captain's, but it was probably limited. They had seen Bretton's swordsmanship, and he was one of the best among the official members of the garrison. But just from his swordsmanship alone, it was impossible for him to fight two people at once.
They couldn't help but feel as if they were in a dream. Looking at the sword in the opponent's hand, what was going on?
… …
"Captain Marden is a veteran of the November War, everyone knows this. He has already served the kingdom with his life once, and has proven his loyalty. Listen to me, everyone, we have an old saying, right? If Madam Martha allows someone to live, then you have to cherish this luck — "
"We cannot let a veteran who had a narrow escape from the battlefield of glory gamble his life again. That is why I came up with this plan. Please let me lead you to fight for Bucce. This is not because I want to deprive anyone of their glory, but because I cannot escape — "
"Well said, vice-captain."
"We support you."
"Captain Marden will understand you."
Bretton smiled. When Marden ordered him to lead the villagers to break through the River of Daggers, he had already decided to refuse. But he knew the old man's temper, and he would definitely not allow him to refuse. Thus, he decided to take a gamble.
He also understood that Marden wanted to protect him. The old captain had said more than once that he would one day stand out and become a pillar of the kingdom. But Bretton also understood that Erouine did not need a coward.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Brando. That ignorant and incompetent guy actually took the initiative to suggest passing through Zevail Mountain Pass. He couldn't help but maliciously speculate that Brando was just looking for an excuse to escape, because it didn't seem impossible.
But at this moment, a soft sound in the quiet forest made everyone turn their heads.
They saw Brando pointing his sword at Zeta and Ryan as they walked out from behind the bushes. At first, the atmosphere was silent, then everyone's face revealed an expression as if they had seen a ghost.
"Zeta?"
"Ryan, what are you doing?"
"Haha, a mistake." Zeta had an awkward expression.
On the other hand, Brando looked at the usually overbearing vice-captain with a face full of surprise. At this moment, the vice-captain's face was as dark as ever. How could it not be dark? If he shouted here, the vice-captain's plan would be ruined.
But Brando did not expect that this guy would be so daring. He actually wanted to replace Marden and lead these youths who were willing to follow him to launch a feint attack on Madara.
What kind of spirit was this?
Brando felt that it was a little funny, but he couldn't help but feel some surprise and admiration. Was this the innocence and hot-bloodedness of youths, or the pursuit of their dreams? But he saw a trace of responsibility on Bretton's gloomy face.
It was a sense of responsibility towards this vice-captain.
"What are you trying to do?" Bretton asked in a deep voice. Of course, he wanted to use a stronger tone, but he didn't want Brendel to ruin his plan.
Even though it seemed almost inevitable.
Brando lowered his sword.
… …
(PS: Faint, when I woke up in the morning and saw that I was in 8th place, I happily went home, but when I came back after dinner, I saw that I had fallen back to 10th place, I wanted to vomit blood … Today's favorites only increased a little, I'm sad T _ T
Fellow students, please give me your support, please let Amber's results reach a higher level.
Also, did I offend you, to post the same post three times?)
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