Brando followed her gaze and almost threw out the Thorn of Light along with its scabbard.
What kind of situation was this?
Between the jagged rocks at the bottom of the canyon, there was a group of shrub-like monsters shuttling back and forth. They followed the Lich Kabuka as it climbed up the rocks, looking like a black tide. On the other side, a slender figure was trying its best to climb up the jagged mountain path. She was carrying a huge bag with a sword hanging from it. Her long ponytail moved up and down with the girl's leap up and down the cliff.
Freya?
Brando rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had seen wrongly. But even if he had seen wrongly, the Roman wouldn't. The merchant girl had a nervous expression. That was Freya. But wasn't she supposed to be following Marden to the River of Daggers? Why was she here? Brando didn't believe that she would abandon her Third Militia Squad.
"It's Freya, Brando."
"I saw it. Don't make a fuss. I'll think of a way!"
"Brando, Freya will be caught. We have to help her, right?" The merchant girl turned around and asked eagerly.
"No, Roman. I don't need your help. I'll think of a way. "
Unfortunately, he didn't even dare to freak out. The situation was very delicate, but the key to changing the situation wasn't in his hands. It was whether or not Lady Martha was in a good mood today. But unfortunately, it didn't look good.
On the other side, danger was everywhere. Brando turned around and saw that the Lich had unhesitatingly removed its leg bone, allowing the Rotten Beast that had grabbed it to slide back into the crowd of monsters. Then, it flipped over and used its bony hands to support its body as it climbed up the rocks. Its 1.7 OZ strength was enough to support a skeleton that was not too heavy to climb up the jagged rocks as if it was flying. However, when Kabuka tried to climb up, it was stunned for a moment.
Kabuka raised its head. The green flames in its eye sockets reflected the shocked and angry face of the young human on the rock. At first, it felt that the ripple of life was somewhat familiar, but it didn't matter to an undead, because it had already raised its bone staff and waved it at Brando.
Human scum, it thought.
At this time, Brando couldn't care less. He pulled out his sword, and the Thorn of Light emitted a dazzling radiance in the darkness. He stabbed it into Kabuka's skull. With a light cracking sound, a golden flame shot out from the wound on the lich's forehead, spreading in all directions.
"Ka —" Kabuka's voice was stuck in its throat. Brando's sword was so fast that it couldn't even react before it felt its eternal life coming to an end.
It had thought that it would become a great necromancer.
It used all its strength to fall back, but the young man reached down and grabbed its skeletal hand. Kabuka was stunned for a moment, wondering why the other party wanted to save it. But it was an undead that would forever belong to the Dragon of Disaster. How could it accept the help of a lowly human? Just as Kabuka was in a dilemma, it saw the other party nimbly tear off the ring on its index finger.
"Damn it! Human scum, robber … "
Three experience points.
This was Kabuka's last thought, and the Soul Fire in its eyes was extinguished. However, Brando was surprised that this lich actually had a good ring — the Ring of Cobwebs. + 0.2 Perception. It had a familiar pattern. He also had one in the past, and he didn't throw it away as a memento.
Perception symbolized the ability of a character to feel that they were in a different dimension. Through hearing, smell, sight, touch, and taste, one could perfect their understanding of space and matter. This was a very important attribute in the game. At that time in Braggs, there was a low-level dungeon called the Public Tomb. Because open flames couldn't be used in the dungeon, and the small team of players had to constantly avoid a pre-set high-level monster in the intricate underground tunnels, equipment with high Perception and dexterity were very popular.
This ring was given to him by a friend of Brando's. Thinking back, it was really bitter. In order to gather a set of 10 OZ Perception equipment, he almost went bankrupt. In the end, he still couldn't clear the Public Tomb.
At the mention of the Public Tomb, he suddenly remembered that there was a good item for warriors in that dungeon. It was the Badge of Courage, + 2 Military Swordsmanship. He slapped his forehead. He had almost forgotten about this. Back then, he didn't want to spend any money to get this badge.
"Brando, Brando!" The Roman's voice was full of anxiety.
Brando was shocked. Miss Merchant wasn't usually so anxious. Did something happen to Freya? He hurriedly threw away the skeleton in his hand and looked back. He just happened to see a Rotten Beast chasing after Freya, who was running on the sharp rocks. It stretched out its withered claw and hooked the girl's backpack strap, then pulled her back.
"Freya, be careful!" The merchant girl cried out. She stood up and lifted her skirt, wanting to run down. But Brando pulled back the girl who didn't understand the situation. What a joke. How could he let her help him at this time?
"You stay here obediently!" He threw the Cobweb Ring to the Roman and let her keep it safe.
There was a limit to how many magical items a character could equip. In the witch's view, this was related to a person's magic source. But for Brando, a level 2 mercenary with a total of 40 OZ of equipment was already the limit.
"Okay, Brando, but …"
But Brando looked around and found that he didn't feel safe leaving the careless merchant girl here. Previously when he pulled out the Thorn of Light, its brilliance illuminated the surroundings. He had already become the target of public criticism. If he left the Roman here now, she might also attract attacks.
If the little Roman was injured, then even ten thousand deaths wouldn't be enough to absolve the blame. But Freya was also in danger. He had long regarded this determined and kind-hearted girl as his most valuable companion. How could he be indifferent?
This was really a dilemma.
Of course, these thoughts flashed through Brando's mind in an instant. At the bottom of the valley, Freya struggled to break free from the Rotten Beast's claw. She struggled to run forward two steps, but fell down again. She had already seen the two of them, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her panicked eyes.
"Brando —" Before she could finish her sentence, she was dragged back.
"Draw your sword!" Brando shouted.
"It tangled my backpack, I can't reach it —"
This idiot! Brando decisively handed the Thorn of Light to the Roman: "This sword can restrain them. Protect yourself!"
"What about you, Brando?"
The young man shook his head and signaled her not to worry. He turned around and ran towards Freya's direction. Damn it, it's not the first time anyway. Lady Martha likes to joke with me, so I'll just let her do it.
But just like in the game, monsters always preferred to find trouble with the weak. Before he could jump down two levels, a human-shaped shrub covered in thorns blocked his path.
Young Rotten Beast, Level 7 Monster, Strength 2.2 OZ, Vitality 3 OZ, Agility 1.2 OZ, Dark Attribute, Fire Weakness, Slashing Weakness, Piercing Immunity. The memories of the past flowed into his mind like water. Plant monsters had high vitality, but agility was often their weakness. Furthermore, the Thorn of Light was their natural nemesis. It was weak in fire and slashing, and the Thorn of Light was their natural nemesis.
Unfortunately, he didn't have any on hand. He couldn't help but gnash his teeth and curse in his heart at the current situation. The only thing he could rely on now was his 2.1 OZ of Agility. He did not intend to tangle with the opponent.
But it seemed that the young Rotten Beast did not have the same thoughts as him. It made a rustling sound as it pounced towards him. Even though the Rotten Beast was in human form, it ran on all fours. It looked like an uncivilized savage.
Brando leaned to the side to avoid the opponent's claws. The thorns swept across his forehead and left a few bloody wounds. Luckily, it was not an undead, or else the Decaying Poison in his body would have worsened.
But before he could rejoice, a line of green text appeared in his vision:
"Emergency Warning: Paralyzing Poison Invasion."
Damn it! I actually forgot about this. Brando almost cursed out loud. Because he was level 20 and could basically sneak around the Rotten Beast's area, he actually forgot that this thing's attacks were poisonous. Even though it was the most insignificant paralyzing poison, when combined with the Decaying Poison in his body, it was still unbearable.
But even if he cursed, he did not dare to be careless. He pressed his hands on the opponent's thorny claws and pushed. Then, he targeted the dark red Rotten Beast beside Freya and activated Charge.
It was actually an adult Rotten Beast.
He could not help but take a deep breath. The strength of an adult Rotten Beast of 4.7 OZ was even higher than that of a Gargoyle. Its Level 1 strength was not to be trifled with. But it was a little strange. Logically speaking, if an adult Rotten Beast was there, Freya should have been dragged away.
But no matter what, Brando used the force of the young Rotten Beast to fly out. He then completed a turn in mid-air and activated Charge. His whole body suddenly sped up and crossed over the crisscrossing sharp rocks. It was like a black shadow that constantly connected on the rocks.
The distance of tens of meters was covered in an instant.
"Let go of the backpack, Freya!"
But Freya desperately held onto the backpack and shook her head. She held onto a protruding rock with one hand and was almost unable to hold on. But Brando finally arrived first. "Lower your head." He growled and pulled out the long sword on Freya's back. Then, he cut off the strap of the backpack that the adult Rotten Beast was holding on to.
The dark red humanoid shrub immediately lost its center of gravity and fell backward. It tried to grab onto something to stabilize its balance, but Brando had already kicked it in the chest, causing it to roll into a deep crevice behind.
The Rotten Beast was very light and would not die from the fall, but it would not be able to find a way back up in a short time. Seeing this scene, our protagonist heaved a sigh of relief. But when he turned around, his tone became abnormally stern.
"Do you want to die?!"
Freya looked up at him with her bright eyes. She probably did not expect him to be so angry. She pursed her lips and stubbornly turned her head away.
But Brando suddenly saw that her hands were scraped and covered in blood. He was stunned for a moment and did not have the heart to scold her anymore. Besides, the crisis was not over yet. He sighed and pulled her up. "I have a lot of things to ask you, but let's talk about it later. The Roman is still waiting for us up there. "
"Okay."
Unfortunately, when Brando was about to turn around, he saw two golden lights flash into his chest. Two EXP. He raised his head in shock. He saw Roman holding her skirt in one hand and the Elven sword in the other. The Rotten Beast from before had blocked her way. She had carefully pierced its heart with her sword and turned it into ashes.
The merchant lady was also shocked. She did not expect the sword in her hand to be so powerful!
"Why did you come down too?" Brando suddenly had the urge to beat her up.
"But I thought about it seriously. Brando, I don't think I can protect myself."
Brando was speechless for a moment.
…
(PS. Tearfully begging to be recommended. Step by step, step by step, the front is still far away.)
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