After the Nine Luminaries Sword Art had reached level seven, Brando gave up on the idea of improving it in the short term. Level seven Nine Luminaries Sword Art required more than 250,000 experience points. Even with Brando's speed of extracting experience points from Mavicaert's Tome, he could not keep up. At level seven, the Nine Luminaries Sword Art could already produce eight illusions. The illusions' attack power had also reached 50%. He was only one step away from the highest level, which was nine illusions.
Brando also discovered that the duration of the illusions was related to the level of the swordsmanship. When he first learned the Nine Luminaries Sword Art, the duration of the illusions' duration was about 0.2 seconds. But at level seven, the duration of the illusions' duration was almost one second. It was an increase of 0.1 seconds for every level.
When the illusions of the Nine Luminaries Sword Art used skills, they would drain his mana. The method of extraction seemed to be converting the required stamina into mana. Charge required 6 points and pierce required 20 points. Mana was much less than stamina, not to mention that nine illusions were draining him at the same time. Brando had 250 points of mana, but the nine illusions' Charge could drain half of his mana. Pierce could drain almost all the mana in his mana pool.
If the illusions were to use magic, although the duration of the illusions' duration was not enough for them to use most of their spells, Brando just so happened to have the spell-like skill, Tough Bark. He had tested it with Tough Bark before. When the illusions used magic, the consumption of mana seemed to be double. Brando used Tough Bark to exchange 50 points of mana for 1 point of armor, but the illusions used 100 points.
Brando had also tested it. The illusions themselves could not use the Nine Luminaries Sword Art to create more illusions, and they could not take the initiative to exchange positions with him.
After thoroughly understanding the Nine Luminaries Sword Technique's operating method and usage restrictions, Brando began to look for people to practice this sword technique. The person he was most familiar with was the old swordsman, Kodan. However, after two days of sparring with Brando, the old swordsman had complained that he wanted to quit. After returning from the Loop of Trade Winds, Brando's strength had reached the level of a Gold-ranked swordsman. Furthermore, the Nine Luminaries Sword Art was just too strange. Even with Kodan's strength, he was still easily defeated. No normal person would be willing to do such a thing, let alone Kodan's dignity as a Gold-ranked swordsman.
So the next day, the old man decided not to come.
Kodan was gone, but Greysword Saint-mephistopheles somehow heard that Brando was practicing swordsmanship and came looking for him. The Ash Sword Saint was never one to beat around the bush, and as soon as he found Brando, he wanted to spar with him. Brando was a little puzzled. With the Ash Sword Saint's level of swordsmanship, there was no reason for him to spar with him. The difference in strength between the two of them was too great.
But this was in the category of someone giving him a pillow when he wanted to sleep, so he naturally could not refuse. What he did not expect was that Mephistopheles actually suppressed his strength and patiently sparred with him. As a Sword Saint, Mephistopheles was naturally more knowledgeable than Kodan. When Brando used the Nine Luminaries Sword Art, Mephistopheles' expression changed. It was an ancient inheritance. Mephistopheles patiently countered Brando's moves and pointed out the flaws in Brando's swordsmanship one by one.
Mephistopheles did not have much to say about the Nine Luminaries Sword Art. It was an ancient skill that was beyond his level. However, he was a master of military swordsmanship. In fact, the military swordsmanship of each country was similar in this era. After all, it was a basic skill. The only difference was that the swordsmanship of each country differed greatly.
Mephistopheles had been practicing Cruz's military swordsmanship since he was a child. The Cruz's swordsmanship and Erouine's swordsmanship were closely related. After Mephistopheles' advice, Brando felt that his military swordsmanship, which had been stagnant for a long time, showed signs of loosening up. This made Brando both excited and curious. He was excited because if he could improve his military swordsmanship to lv 16, the benefits would be earth-shattering. However, he was curious because every Sword Saint seemed to have their own unique understanding of swordsmanship. Orthlyss was like this, and the Ash Sword Saint was like this. Their insights seemed to be very beneficial for him to improve his swordsmanship after lv 15.
Brando could not help but think that if he visited all the Sword Saints of Wohnde and obtained their insights, would his swordsmanship directly enter the holy realm?
Of course, this was just a thought at most. Although there weren't many people in Vaunte who could be crowned with the title of Sword Saint, there were still dozens of them. Among them, there was no lack of eccentric people, and there were even some who were evil. Compared to them, the Ash Sword Saint, Mephisto, was simply a normal person among normal people. To get the recognition of all these people, to be honest, this was an impossible task. Veronica was one of the Extreme Sword Saints that Brendel knew, but he did not know if the Kirrlutz Goddess of War would be impressed enough to teach him her swordsmanship. Veronica had joked that she wanted to teach him swordsmanship, but the prerequisite was that he had to become a citizen of the Kirrlutz Empire, which was impossible.
Clang! Brando, who was still thinking, heard a crisp sound. Halran Gaia clashed with Mephisto's Grey Sword, and a huge force almost made him lose his grip on the sword. He hurriedly retreated, and the three illusions behind him immediately blocked Mephisto's path of attack. Only then did Brando manage to escape.
Mephisto watched the three illusions disappear in front of him. He did not intend to take another step forward. He sheathed his sword and looked at Brando, who was panting, and asked, "Were you distracted just now?"
Brando nodded and panted, "Yes."
"Then let's call it a day," the Ash Sword Saint answered curtly.
Brando nodded again. However, he stood up and could not help but ask, "Count Mephisto, we haven't known each other for long, but it has been almost half a month since the Loop of Trade Winds. I know your character very well. With your character, you would never lower your head or express goodwill to anyone, right? "
The Ash Sword Saint did not say a word, which meant that he agreed with Brando's words.
"Then you should also know my character. I don't mind joking about small things, but since I promised Lady Veronica to help you restore your kingdom, I will not go back on my word or delay the time." Brando paused for a moment. "I think you came here today to teach me swordsmanship …?"
"When do you plan to leave the forest?" Mephisto asked.
"The druids have already prepared their weapons, and the elves and human mercenaries are ready to go. However, transportation for so many people is a problem. Even with the druids and tree elves' abilities, they can't find so many pegasi in such a short time." Brendel furrowed his brows. Mephistopheles had asked the question that troubled him the most. He had an army now, but how to send them out quickly was a big problem. He did not forget that he was currently in the depths of the Dark Forest, and it was at least a month's journey away from Aouine's borders. "But at the latest, in a week's time, I will have the army move out, at least part of it."
Mephisto nodded. "I heard that your territory is in trouble. How confident are you that you can win?"
So he's afraid that I will lose? Brando understood. He could not help but look at Mephisto and asked, "Speaking of which, I have always wanted to ask, Count Mephisto. Although I don't know what kind of agreement you have with the Duchess of Cruz, I have always wanted to ask. But you have chosen my ship. Do you know that my enemies are everywhere in Erouine? Perhaps it is not a wise choice for you to choose my side? "
Mephisto's grey eyes stopped on Brando. The young man's wit reminded him of the young Veronica. No wonder that woman liked him so much. He smiled. "Mr. Captain, you have many enemies, but I only have one. What do you think?"
Brando was stunned. He could not help but laugh. Indeed, the Ash Sword Saint, who stood aloof from worldly affairs, only had one enemy, and that was the Cruz Empire. If Mephisto was not afraid of the Cruz Empire, why would he be afraid of the weaklings in Erouine?
"So what do you mean, Count Mephisto?" Brando asked.
The Ash Sword Saint looked at him and asked seriously, "I came to ask if you are willing to accept my legacy and become the successor of my swordsmanship."
"What?"
Brendel was stunned. He resisted the urge to touch his face to see if there were any changes to his appearance after he left the Loop of Trade Winds. Why did he suddenly become so lovable, and why did the flowers bloom when they saw him? Fortunately, he had the teachings of the Ancient Heroic Spirit Knight, Orthlyss. Even if a Sword Saint suddenly claimed to take him in as a disciple, he wouldn't be so shocked that he was speechless.
He quickly calmed down and realized that Mephisto's actions might have political intentions. To put it bluntly, it was for the restoration of his kingdom. He knew that the Ash Sword Saint was not a person who was interested in politics. The reason he restored his country was purely because of his personal beliefs. He was one of the few people in this era who was virtuous, but that did not mean that the Count was a fool. The Ash Sword Saint knew very well that the Duchy might be able to get his protection when he was around, but he could not always put all his energy into leading a country. His life's pursuit was still swordsmanship.
Brando was different. Everyone could see that he was a lord first and a swordsman second. He could not even be considered a true swordsman. His passion for swordsmanship was even worse than Kodan's. That was indeed the case. If Brendel had the experience of becoming a powerful wizard, he would not necessarily choose swordsmanship. What he pursued was the power that could help Aouine rise to power, and not the mystical Dao.
Mephisto was the opposite. He pointed out that Brando resembled Veronica as a metaphor. Veronica was the same as Brando. Veronica was a general and a Duke of the Empire. She was also a Sword Saint. Therefore, the gap between her and Mephisto in terms of swordsmanship was huge. Mephisto had been a famous Sword Saint for a long time, while Veronica's fame as the Goddess of War was far greater than her title as the Azure Sword Saint.
Brando calmed down after thinking about this. It was a good thing that the Ash Sword Saint wanted to accept him as a disciple. Mephisto's swordsmanship was at least an intermediate level skill. It was not a bad thing to have such a powerful person as a backer.
But at this moment, Brendel had already accepted Orthlyss's inheritance. Orthlyss did not care about the Darkness Dragon's matter because they were from the same generation, and it was understandable that they appreciated each other's talents. However, it was hard to say whether the female knight could accept a guy who might not be that powerful to be on equal footing with her.
But to Brando's surprise, Orthlyss did not object.
"I suggest you accept it." Orthlyss was a little satisfied after hearing Brando's question. This meant that Brando did not only see her as a Contractual Spirit, but as a teacher. As a heroic spirit who had lived for thousands of years, she did not really care about this. But she was still very satisfied to find a young man with excellent character to be her inheritor. "Mephisto's swordsmanship is very special. It's self-contained. After all, my vision is limited to a thousand years ago. Odin only gave you the inheritance of his bloodline. In comparison, what he knows may be more useful to you. You don't have to care too much about my opinion. For me, as long as you can become stronger, that's what I want. "
"Thank you." Brando was a little touched. Orthlyss's concern for him was like an elder sister protecting her younger brother.
However, he did not immediately agree. Instead, he said to Mephisto: "Thank you for your kindness, Count Mephisto. But please allow me to think about it for a day."
Mephisto showed a look of appreciation. He was very confident in his swordsmanship. If a normal person heard that he wanted to accept a disciple, they would have fainted from joy. But Brando was calm. For swordsmanship, it was necessary to be calm at all times. As a lord, it was naturally the same.
"Of course. But you should understand that I want to teach you swordsmanship not only because you are the future lord. It's not because I need your help to revive my kingdom, but because I think you're good enough to inherit my swordsmanship. Although I haven't spent much time with you, I believe in Veronica's judgment of people, "he added after thinking for a while.
"You and Veronica have known each other for a long time?" Brando could not help but blurt out. But he regretted it as soon as he said it. It was too gossipy, and he could not get rid of the habit of gossiping.
Unexpectedly, Mephisto did not mind this question. He nodded: "The Duchy where I am from has always been a vassal state of the Empire. When I was young, I completed my studies in the Empire. Veronica was my classmate back then. "
"What?" Brendel's gossipy soul was instantly ignited, and he could not help but yell out loud. He only knew that Mephisto was the archenemy of the Cruz Empire and had fought with Veronica many times. He did not expect the two to be childhood sweethearts.
But just as he was about to continue asking, Mephisto cut him off: "Do you remember when I asked you about your army?"
"Hmm?" Brendel looked at the Sword Saint with a puzzled expression. His face looked like it was carved out of wood.
"Actually, this is not a problem. There are two Silver Alliance Archmages in the Green Tower. Master Tulman and I have some history, or rather, he owes me a favor. I can ask them for help. "Mephistopheles replied.
"A temporary teleportation array!" Brando jumped up. A teleportation array that could transport thousands of people sounded unbelievable. If William and Tulman worked together, it would not be a problem. The remaining people could be sent away using pegasi. This would solve the problem of transportation!
He had been delayed for so many days. The biggest problem was how to send these people out of the Black Forest as quickly as possible. Even though the Druids had been gathering pegasi, the Green Tower had just experienced the Calamity of Wolves. How could they gather so many pegasi in such a short time?
Brando immediately reacted and asked suspiciously: "Tulman is a Silver Citizen. According to the Holy Oath, they are not allowed to interfere in the conflicts of mortals."
He wanted to see how Mephistopheles would answer, but what he didn't expect was that this old-fashioned Sword Saint actually put his index finger on his lips and made a gesture that said, "If you don't say it, I won't say it. Who will know?"
Brando was dumbfounded. Cheating?! This is definitely cheating ah, damn it ….
… …
(Author's Note: 4500 words. This is the end of the war. The war against Tónigel is about to begin. Count Randner's influence may be great, but Madara is the real threat. Let's wait and see how Brendel will face Incirsta's Dragon and emerge victorious from this battle, and truly step onto the stage of history.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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