'Erouine Military Swordsmanship Level Up.'
Of course, the young man understood what it meant. It meant that he could add another level of experience after reaching the peak of Master. This way, Erouine Military Swordsmanship would be able to reach level 16 steadily.
However, from level 13 to 15, Erouine Military Swordsmanship only required 2,000 experience points, but from level 15 to 16, it required 5,000 experience points.
That was almost all of Brando's free experience points. He had happily chosen the 16 volumes of Erouine Military Swordsmanship, but he soon had to face the consequences.
Now, he had no experience points and had to rely on skill proficiency to level up.
Fortunately, the Dark Forest was rich in materials, and using high-leveled alchemy skills to increase one's proficiency in alchemy was very effective. After obtaining the 'Incomplete Aura of Luck', Brendel saw that his alchemy level had increased by a small notch and steadily reached level 7.
At level 7, he had mastered advanced potioneering and synthesis circles. Advanced potioneering was the basic technique of making alchemy potions, and alchemy was one of the advanced potions. Its effects were powerful, but its materials were also rare.
Brando looked at the young men not far away. He had a few potions that could increase their strength, and some were even useful for himself.
For example, the potion that increased the capacity of the fire element pool by five slots.
It was a pity that he lacked the main ingredients.
"If only I had dragon blood moss," Brando muttered to himself.
"What's that?" Felaern asked.
"Legend has it that where the giant dragon fell, red blood with a foul stench overflowed and eventually flowed into an ancient pool. Beside the pool grew a thick layer of bright red moss, which was the Dragon Blood Moss."
"Dragon blood moss can be used to make dragon strength potions," Brando replied.
Felaern understood. The dragon strength potion was as famous as the dragon itself, especially for warriors. It could increase a person's physical strength, and it was equivalent to two to three years of physical training for a normal person.
Of course, she didn't know that according to Brando, the dragon strength potion could directly increase strength and constitution by five Energy Ranks. It could allow a normal person to enter the Iron Realm in an instant.
This was something that was commonly used to train armies, and even the nobles were eager to get their hands on it. Its price in the black market was very high, and each bottle was worth about ten thousand Tor coins.
In fact, it was not worth it to use 10,000 Tor to train an iron-ranked soldier, but considering the time saved, the Dragon's Strength potion was indeed worth the price.
However, Brando did not intend to make a fortune out of it. First of all, the South of Erouine, including the Black Forest, did not produce Dragon Blood Moss. Secondly, the Mana Tide was coming soon. When that happened, all kinds of potions and magical items would plummet in price. He would only be asking for trouble if he interfered with the business of these things.
Brando even warned the Roman lady not to pay attention to any magic-related goods. But he did not expect the merchant lady to know about the Mana Tide. What made Brando relieved was that she did not know that the Mana Tide was coming. Otherwise, he would have doubted the identity of her aunt.
"My Lord knows how to make that kind of thing?" Felaern asked.
"Level 7 alchemy, just enough to pass the threshold, but the success rate will not be high." Brando looked in the direction where the young men had defeated the twelve stone leopards. They were given a short break, but soon, Felaern and Kodan were going to teach them something new.
The old swordsman was mainly responsible for explaining the key points of Erouine's military swordsmanship, while Scarlet was more direct. She directly defeated the two groups she was in charge of and let the young men experience what they were lacking.
"Level 7 alchemy?" Felaern frowned as she listened. She wondered if the students of wizards or wizards were all so strange.
But Brendel was her lord, and she would not say it out loud.
"I meant this level of alchemy." Brando seemed to be used to correcting himself, and he changed his words without a trace.
"In my hometown, there are not many people who know how to make this kind of thing." Felaern frowned. "The Dragon's Strength potion can be sold for more than three thousand Lopes gold coins in the auction house. The most we mercenaries can do is look at it."
Three thousand Lopes gold coins were worth more than fifteen thousand Tor coins. "But I really want to hear the stories of your adventures." Brendel sighed at the high prices of Lopes as a trading port and replied casually.
"My Lord, you know it's fake. It's just a memory that has been created."
"But it can also be said that it's real. The memories of thousands of Lopes mercenaries have been gathered together, but they have formed a unique one, and that is you. You are real in my heart." The young man turned around and looked at the expressionless maid.
"Thank you, my Lord." Felaern replied lightly: "We adventure to make money and improve ourselves. But the money we earn as mercenaries is not enough to afford these luxuries."
"Actually, the Dragon's Strength potion is not a high-grade potion." Brando replied.
But he knew that the Wild Elf girl was telling the truth. Although the Dragon's Strength potion was not a high-grade potion, Brando only knew that in this era of The Amber Sword, a Dragon's Strength potion recipe was worth at least three million Tor coins.
This was the first chapter of the game, The Empire of Birth. There were still five years before the second chapter, War and Chaos. It was the last period of time before the most powerful magic tide in history.
In the game, this period of time was called the Age of Withered Magic.
But it was not far away.
Felaern looked at him and did not say anything.
"If we want to buy a suitable weapon, we have to think about it over and over again. Our armor is sewn and mended by ourselves." Then she continued to answer, her eyes quietly looking ahead. "The life of a mercenary is very tough. We lick the blood on our blades, but we don't necessarily lead a drunken life."
"Everyone is." Brando replied.
"Be it nobles, kings, or merchants, no one has the right to be superior to others on this scale just because of their high status or wealth. No one can be satisfied for a long time. Happiness is only temporary. Pain and sorrow accompany a person for a lifetime."
Neither of them continued. They both had their own answers to what life was for.
At this time, Brando heard heavy footsteps behind him. Then he turned around and saw the huge figure of the Fireclaw Lizardman Lord Ropar looming behind a mangrove tree. Its dark red skin and mottled dark scales were no different from the surrounding mangrove bark, forming a natural cover.
But Brando saw the look in the Lizardman's pale yellow prismatic eyes. It was a look of vigilance with a hint of inquiry. The young man was startled and asked: "What's the matter, Ropar?"
Brando summoned the Lizardman Lord on the second day after entering the forest. It was not easy to explain why this thing was left in the territory, so it was better to keep it by his side for the time being.
Not only did he summon Ropar, he also summoned the Fireclaw Spearmen. A squadron of thirty of them. Originally, they were only at the peak of Black Iron, but when Ropar was on the field, it provided a special ability. 'When the Fireclaw Lord is on the field, all Fireclaw tribe members on the field will have one combat counter added.' This card was forcefully changed to 'Fireclaw Spearmen'.
The Fireclaw Spearmen had the strength of a Lower Silver. With a Creature Level of 32, they were almost on par with the Mercenaries of Lopes who were attached to 'Vientiane Forest'.
As for the Fireclaw Lizardman Tribe, Ropar and his thirty subordinates were mainly responsible for guarding the periphery. Brando occasionally instructed them to let one or two wild beasts come in to test the reaction of the young men.
So far, it seemed to be going well.
Ropar looked at the young lord and did not say anything. He bent down and placed a stone in Brendel's hand. This creature was almost two and a half meters tall, and its width was only a third less than its height. When it bent down, Brendel could feel the oppressive aura that assaulted his face.
But when Brando took the stone, he was stunned.
It looked like a piece of crystal. It was completely transparent, and the crystal lattice pattern emitted a faint light. It seemed to be absorbing light, to the point that it became an impure black. The crystal was cold to the touch.
Brando was shocked: "Where did you find this?" This was not a crystal, but a scale of a War Basilisk.
"A pond." Ropar was silent, but he used three fingers to gesture to let Brando understand what he meant. He told Brando that Amandina and Tia had found the pond and found a small piece of scale in it.
This meant that there was a War Basilisk nearby.
War Basilisks were the descendants of the sea monster Hydra. They once lived in large numbers on the land, but were later driven to the wilderness by humans. There were many variants of War Basilisks. For example, the Dark Elves raised Shadow Nine-Headed War Basilisks across the Kalanga Mountains and the entire peninsula. In the semi-civilized areas in the south, the barbarians who lived in the swamps worshipped the Five-Headed War Basilisks as gods.
However, Three-Headed War Basilisks were generally equivalent to beginner Gold-ranked creatures. Five of them were Upper Gold-ranked creatures. Nine of them were Elemental Awakened, and the strongest Twelve-Headed War Basilisks were said to have a Bronze body.
Brando was interested. It was said that the scales on the War Basilisk's chest were blessed by the sea monster Hydra, so it was an extremely precious alchemy material. Even though the War Basilisk's blood was not as good as Dragon's Blood, it was at least a grade higher than Dragon's Blood Moss. It could be used to make Dragon's Strength potions, and the effects were even better.
Thinking of this, the young man stood up. He clapped his hands at Kodan, Scarlet, and the group of youths in the distance to attract their attention.
"There's work to do!"
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(Author's Note: Someone asked this question. Yes, Level 15 to 25 is the Holy Realm. After 25, it is called the Divine Realm, but no one has ever reached it.
Also, Brando's Level 16 + 2 does not mean that he is Level 18. The + 2 is an additional bonus. At lower levels, it can be counted as one level. After reaching the Grandmaster Realm, it will only increase by 10%. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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