"You're going to scold me, aren't you, Brando?"
"Nope, come over quickly. Be careful. "Looking at the Roman's carefree expression, Brando could not help but feel annoyed and amused at the same time. But when he looked up, there were already three young Rotten Beasts on the rock that he and the Roman occupied. He looked around again, and the bush monsters had already surrounded them from all directions. After the undead army was wiped out, they became the only target in the canyon, especially the future merchant girl who was holding the glowing Thorn of Light. The magical weapon was like a candle in the dark, attracting the Golden Tree's servants.
And it was indeed a candle in the dark.
Brando could almost hear the Golden Demonic Tree's thirst for magic screaming in his heart, but he did not dare to think about it. Time was of the essence, and they might encounter more Demonic Trees, so they had to leave this place before that happened. He turned back and asked Freya: "How is it, can you still hold on?"
Freya nodded.
"Then we'll go up from the other side. Take your sword and be careful." He said as he returned the girl's sword to her. Even though the Rotten Beasts had already occupied the high ground, there was not a single bush monster in the opposite direction.
In fact, the speed of these animated plants was not fast, and their speed of climbing on the intersecting rocks was about the same as a normal person. But they had the advantage of numbers and familiarity with the terrain. They also had high vitality, and the corresponding endurance and toughness were outstanding. Brando knew that he had to think of a way to stop these monsters.
He could not help but look up at the higher ground.
Freya placed her bloodied hand on the rock wall and shrank back in pain. But she gritted her teeth, tore a piece of cloth from her sleeve and wrapped it around her hand, then grabbed the sharp rock and climbed up.
Brando saw this scene from behind and could not help but sigh in his heart. But he did not have much time. He took the Thorn of Light from the Roman and protected her as they climbed up. When he turned back, there were already two young Rotten Beasts climbing up from below.
"Brando, come up quickly!" The Roman's voice rang out.
Freya's face was pale from nervousness, and she immediately laid down on the rock and extended her hand to him.
But Brando did not have the mind to respond. The two bush monsters did not have much intelligence, and they were already half standing up and hissing threateningly at the youth.
In a sense, Rotten Beasts were not considered intelligent life forms. And were merely puppets of the Golden Demonic Tree.
Brando's's's sword's, and's't's,'s, and his sword.... but when he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to grab to grab the future Goddess of War's hand, they growled and pounced towards him.
To die!
Brendel was enraged. He used his 2.1 OZ Agility to push himself off the rock wall and flew over the back of the two monsters' heads. When his feet landed on the ground, his upper body was already in a standard attack stance.
A horizontal slash.
Freya let out an 'ah' as she realized how far she was from Brando. Her talent was not outstanding, but her greatest pride was that she was more hardworking and focused on something than the average person. She was the best swordsman in Bucce's militia, but it did not mean that she was talented in swordsmanship, because most people did not notice the sweat and tears that Freya had put in.
This was also why Marden admired her and made her the leader of the militia.
But her swordsmanship foundation was only solid, but Brando's' 'was more like a thousand hammer blows. If she had to use a word to describe it, it would be' clean and tidy '.
With one slash, a head fell without a single mistake.
The Rotten Beast that lost its head emitted a ring of silver flames from its wound, and then it immediately turned into a ball of fire and fell to the ground. The other Rotten Beast let out a mournful cry and swung its claws. In fact, the Rotten Beast's claws were much longer than the average person could see, but they rarely showed this before they attacked. Many people hated it because of this, but it could not fool Brando.
What a joke, he had already been tricked once in the game, how could he fall into the same trap again?
Thus, he was already prepared for this. At this moment, he raised his sword to block, and the Rotten Beast's claws hit the 'Thorn of Light', creating a ball of silver sparks. The Rotten Beast screamed and retreated, but even though Brando was suspicious, how could he let go of such a good opportunity to attack?
He shot forward like an arrow, the Elven sword in his hand already drawing a striking silver line. In fact, he had done this kind of attack thousands of times in the game, so he was very familiar with it. But his attributes and skills were far from being able to keep up, which made him feel very awkward. Especially the timing of his attack, it was worlds apart.
He thought that if it was an Iron Swordsman, it could easily dodge his attack, but the Rotten Beast's infant did not have that ability.
The sword pierced through the Rotten Beast's throat.
Boiling silver flames rose from both sides of the leaf-shaped sword, and in the blink of an eye, the Rotten Beast was turned into a pile of ashes. Six golden balls of light danced in the night sky, and then merged into Brando's chest.
To be honest, the 'Purification' effect on the Undead and Dark Creatures was beyond Brando's imagination, but he had never seen anything similar in the game, so there was no way to compare it.
"Brando, you are so powerful!" Roman was stunned.
Freya was even more stunned, and she was speechless. She originally believed that Brando was Braggs' militia. But now that she thought about it, this young man must have been lying to her. She was not stupid, how could a militia be so powerful?
But in fact, she and Roman's swordsmanship had not been initiated, so they did not understand that the true standard of a Swordsman was judged by the balance of speed, strength, and skill. In fact, Brando's speed and strength were still far from being a Swordsman. But in terms of skill, because of his past experience, he could use many skills that low-level Swordsmen would not even think of.
But this was actually meaningless, because many skills did not have the corresponding level of strength to support them, and were actually just a frame. For example, he took advantage of the Rotten Beast's low agility when he leaped into the air. If he was facing other people, he would definitely not use this move casually.
What a joke, before Elemental Activation, wouldn't he be a target in the air?
But Brando was not in the mood to enjoy the surprise of the two beauties, he had already noticed that more Rotten Beasts were climbing up. He hurriedly gestured to Freya and Roman to continue climbing, and he subconsciously glanced at the two piles of ashes of the Rotten Beasts. It was like an instinctive glance in the game, and it was funny — he just wanted to see if there was any equipment dropped.
But of course, there was no equipment.
It seemed that there were some differences between the game and the Rotten Beasts. Didn't they drop 1-2 copper coins? He could not help but shake his head, turned around, and grabbed the rock wall to climb up.
The agility of a Rotten Beast's larva was 1.2 OZ. Although the adult Rotten Beast's strength and vitality were far superior to monsters of the same level, its agility was even lower, only two-thirds of that of a larva. Brando had 2.1 OZ, and Freya, as a trained militia, would not be lower than 1.2 OZ. Among the three of them, only Roman was slightly worse, but with Brando and Freya's help, their speed was not much slower.
Thus, the three of them climbed up the sharp rocks and gradually pulled away from the bush monsters. But the latter's endurance was invincible, and they persevered, one chasing and one escaping for a few minutes.
At this moment, the advantage of the Physique came into play. Other than Brendel who was able to maintain his composure, Freya was already panting slightly. As for Roman, her small face was already as white as paper, but when Brando said that he wanted to carry her, she would not let him.
Brando could not help but look back. The monsters were about a few dozen meters behind them. Fortunately, their intelligence was not enough to support them in front, or else they would have been done for. But even so, they could not continue like this, and it was only a matter of time before they were caught up. The Rotten Beast larva's 3 OZ Constitution was higher than Brando's.
He could not help but look up at the cliff in the distance. Fortunately, it was not far away.
But at this time, Roman was out of breath as she shouted, "Brando, look over there —!"
Our protagonist subconsciously turned his head and squinted his eyes. He saw a giant Rotten Beast about the height of three people, and it walked as if it was flying, coming out from a crack in the rocks and appearing in front of them.
What the hell! This was an elite, it was the patrol leader! If he encountered such a thing in the game, Brando would probably be happy for half a day, but now he only had the urge to curse. This thing was a mutated version of the Rotten Beast that had shared the blood of the Golden Tree. Not only was its vitality and strength outstanding, but its agility of 1.7 OZ was also not inferior.
"Freya, Roman, go to the cliff. There are hooks in the backpack. As long as we find a way to climb up, these low-level magic servants will not be able to catch up! " He decisively took off his backpack and threw it to Roman. He was the only man here, so of course he had to take the responsibility of bringing up the rear.
In the game, although male and female players were equal, as a basic network etiquette, most of the time, the male character would take the initiative to bring up the rear. Therefore, Brando made a decision without thinking.
"I'll go with you," Freya said.
Brando glanced at her and saw the seriousness on this future Goddess of War's face. He knew that he could not persuade her, so he could only nod. However, this was also because he really needed a helper. At least Freya could fulfill this role well, and not the Roman who slacked off in the militia training and was determined to be a merchant.
"Roman, go quickly. We're counting on you now."
"Yes, Brando!" Romaine obviously understood. She hugged Brando's backpack and nodded desperately, then turned and ran in that direction.
The elite Rotten Beast arrived in front of them in a few leaps, and the horde of Rotten Beasts was still about forty meters away. Brando and Freya looked at each other and estimated that they had about thirty seconds to end this battle.
"This thing's claws are three meters long. Pay attention to its attack range. Let's stand apart. Also, it will shoot out the thorns on its body. The thorns are poisonous, so make sure to avoid the front — "
Freya nervously clenched her sword and took a deep breath. Although she did not know how Brando knew this, she knew that he would not lie to her. However, he also knew that the other party wouldn't lie to him, so he tried his best to keep calm and nodded.
Brando clenched his fists and felt a little stiff. The numbing poison from before had begun to take effect. He opened the interface and saw that his Dexterity had dropped by 0.1 OZ. However, he could not help but look at the elite Rotten Beast and sigh. In the game, the elite Rotten Beast would only drop money as the patrol leader. Ten silver coins, would it not be that there were no benefits here?
Thinking about it, it did not seem impossible.
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