Brando met the person that the riders had brought to meet him in the open space between the Abies Forest that was bathed in the afternoon sun. No, it was not just one person, but a group of people. He followed the mercenary who led the way down the mountainside of the Abies Forest. As soon as he walked out of the forest, he saw about a dozen haggard people scattered in the open space. Two or three of them had horses, and some of them were bandaged. Most of them were wearing thick leather armor or chainmail, with colorful small round shields and long swords hanging from their belts. They looked like mercenaries like Mano and the others.
Their leader was standing not far away with Uhariel. Brando had to admit that it was rare to see such a burly man in the southern part of the Grinoires Province. He must be from Arreck in the north, or at least had the blood of Arreck. The man had a striking reddish-brown beard, a square face, and a sword scar on the corner of his eyebrows. He was wearing a shirt that was open at the chest, and the sleeves were rolled up above his elbows, revealing the muscles underneath.
This man must be very confident in his own strength, or else he would not just wear a simple leather shoulder guard without any protective gear. His weapon was a string of hand axes hanging from his belt, which were commonly used by Arreck warriors. Not only could it be used in close combat, but it could also be thrown at any time to kill an unprepared person.
When the man saw Brando, he respectfully took off his hat and bowed his head. "Honorable Knight, greetings. I'm only here to express my respect on behalf of the Red Jackals. I'm their leader, Batom. "
Batom in the Arreck language meant 'red, vermillion'. Brando further confirmed his origin. He pressed one hand on his sword and nodded subtly. He looked at the man and waited for him to state his intentions.
Brando's current identity was a noble Knight among the refugees. It was beneficial for him to maintain this identity at this time of the year. Thus, Brando would neither admit nor deny it. Instead, he wanted to show an interesting attitude. This mysterious feeling would help him establish his authority among these people.
Brando did not say anything, but Batom was in a dilemma. He carefully asked, "Sir Knight, are you bringing these refugees to escape the pursuit of Madara's army?"
Brando looked at him and nodded.
"Then, do you still need manpower?"
"Why? Do you want to join us?" Brando was startled. He immediately realized that these mercenaries must have retreated from the Valley of Sharp Stones. They were tired and needed someone to provide them protection.
If that was the case, the battle between the White-Mane swordsmen and 'Maggot' Marcus had come to an end. Looking at the situation, Luc Beson should have lost.
Brendel raised his head, his gaze piercing through the layers of fir trees in front of him and landed on the undulating mountain range outside. He thought that the retreating refugees and the soldiers of the White-Mane swordsmen would arrive here soon. If so, the scale of the refugees would increase again.
Batom saw the young noble holding the hilt of his sword with one hand and staring in front of him. He could not help but feel uneasy. He quickly nodded and replied, "Yes, sir Knight. We only need some food, herbs, and rest for a while. We can fight for you again."
"What's the situation in front?" Brando suddenly asked.
Batom was stunned.
"I'm talking about the Valley of Sharp Stones. How many undead soldiers of Madara are there?"
"Uncountable, sir. There are large groups of skeleton cavalry. They have been chasing the refugees since night. That bastard Luc Beson did not resist at all. He was chased all the way until he was ambushed by a large group of monsters. His entire army was almost annihilated — "
Brando was not surprised by Luc Beson's performance. 'Tiger' Luc Beson was indeed one of the strongest generals in the White-Mane army, but he could not escape from the limitations of history. Failure was inevitable.
A large group of skeleton cavalry. Did Kabias and Maggot join forces? He suddenly thought of this question, "A large group of monsters? What kind of monsters? "
"They are about the same height as humans. Their skin is smooth and their bodies are greenish black. They have long metal claws and they have a foul smell. They climbed out from the rocks around the valley and attacked us. We were caught off guard, and less than 20% of us survived. "
Ghouls, but he did not know if there were zombie demons. Brando did not say a word. He was most worried about the ghouls. These undead creatures came from the Black Border. They were one rank higher than the skeleton cavalry in Madara's army. They were one rank lower than the Black Warrior and Pale Knight. However, they were the highest rank in Madara's army in this era.
How many ghouls did 'Maggot Death' Marcus have in his hands? A hundred? Two hundred? Ghouls were level 20 creatures. Every one of them had the strength of an Iron-ranked warrior. It was natural for the White-Mane swordsmen to be defeated by them.
"Master Knight?" Batom saw that Brando did not say a word and was a little worried.
Brando then nodded, "If you want to join my army, you have to follow my rules. I am basically hiring you. Other than the remuneration, I will also give you a place to rest. Follow him and he will give you some food, medicine and bandages. After you have rested, be prepared for battle. "
As he spoke, he patted the shoulder of the mercenary beside him, "Bring them there."
"Thank you for your generosity, Master Knight." Batom quickly bowed deeply. Brando's conditions were far beyond his expectations. He had been to many places, but he had never seen such a generous noble.
The rider that followed him asked, "What about you, Sir?"
"You can go back first. Let me be alone for a while." Brando looked at the surroundings and felt that it was suitable for his needs.
Brando did not want to be alone for a while. He wanted to complete an alchemy. Alchemy was not a mysterious skill in Wohnde. Because of the magic civilization, many craftsmen knew a little about alchemy. However, to elevate alchemy to a magical art, it required profound knowledge and long-term accumulation.
In the language of the game, alchemy was a skill before and after Level 5. Before Level 5, alchemy was more like chemistry. Craftsmen used this skill to obtain different materials.
After Level 5, alchemy became a mysterious art. Wizards used high-grade alchemy to extract pure crystals and magical materials. They could even create magic potions and some natural magical items.
When alchemy was combined with forging, crafting and enchantment skills, it would become the legendary crafting skills of magical equipment.
There were many craftsmen and apprentices among the refugees. It was not difficult for Brando to learn alchemy. He only needed to find one of them and ask a few questions to learn basic alchemy. As a noble, no one would suspect that he would secretly learn alchemy.
However, Brando wanted to learn alchemy this time.
Raising alchemy from Level 0 to Level 5 required a total of 122 EXP. However, this was not a problem for Brando. After the previous night's battle, he had a total of 967 EXP, which was enough for him to raise his profession level to Mercenary Level 9. This way, he would have 164 EXP to spare, which was more than enough.
It was a pity that alchemy was a mystical skill. Physical professions could only use it under the basic identity of a commoner. This was because the basic identity was different from the profession. Any skills under this identity were regarded as part of the profession. However, since the basic identity could not be raised, a skill under this identity could only be raised to a certain level.
For example, a commoner could raise alchemy to Level 5, a noble could raise it to Level 7, and an alchemist could raise it to Level 15. In fact, in The Amber Sword, the combination of identity and profession was a very particular skill. Sometimes, in order to obtain the skills of a wizard, or a wizard to obtain the skills of a warrior, if he did not want to waste his EXP and attributes, he would think of changing his identity.
Brando's ideal situation was to raise his alchemy to Level 6 and be able to make magic potions. However, at this moment, he could only give up.
He waited for Batom and the others to leave with the rider for a while. After confirming that there was no one around, he went to the center of the open space alone. He carefully cleared an open space on the ground, then drew out his sword and drew a simple magic circle in the open space:
Energy Conversion Magic Circle.
The knowledge of magic circles came from Level 4 alchemy. The craftsman used it to extract the free energy from the substance and convert it into a crystallized state.
Then there was the Blood Refining Magic Circle.
This was why Brando wanted to avoid others. The Blood Refining technique actually came from Madara's alchemy skills. It was one of the forbidden techniques in the Holy Cathedral of Fire. This was mainly because the Blood Refining would cause harm to the caster and was not in line with the basic teachings of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
However, the Blood Refining technique was a very practical technique because it could ignore alchemy equipment and allow the alchemist to complete some simple material synthesis under any circumstances.
To be honest, although the Holy Cathedral of Fire strictly prohibited it, Erouine and Cruz did not use this technique in large numbers. Players were only concerned about the effectiveness of the technique. At most, they would only lose a level if they were discovered.
Moreover, they would not be discovered usually, right?
However, at this moment, Brando was still a little nervous. To the players, losing a level was a matter of losing his head. Although Charles had been keeping a lookout for him, he really didn't dare to challenge the authority of the Holy Cathedral of Fire so blatantly.
He took a deep breath and took out the tooth that he had pulled out from the intermediate lich in Fortress Riedon and placed it in the center of the magic circle. He then stood up and pricked his finger with the tip of his sword, causing a drop of blood to seep out. He placed his finger flat and let the blood drop in the center of the magic circle. The magic circle flashed red and the tooth immediately turned into a gray crystal the size of a pinky finger.
The moment the alchemy circle was completed, Brando felt his heart skip a beat. He had already received -1 damage from the backlash.
He wiped the cold sweat off his pale forehead and picked up the crystal. This thing was actually a crystallization of pure soul energy. However, it was different from a soul crystal. If this turbid soul energy was absorbed by someone else, they would probably die from poisoning.
Although this thing was crude and small, it was one of the most important items for him tonight.
However, he could not relax at this moment because he still had more work to do. [Thirty-two teeth, four fingers. I'm going to use up my No.5 Holy Water here.] He could only hope that this investment would pay off.
However, he had only completed half of it. After about 15 minutes, he heard The Shire's voice outside, "Who is it?"
Brando's heart tightened. He hurriedly flattened the magic circle on the ground and put away all the materials. He then grabbed the Thorn of Light and ran outside. When he reached the edge of the Abies Forest, he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of The Shire. He froze for a moment and realized that this middle-aged man was the one he had saved last night.
Why is he here?
In Brando's memory, this middle-aged man was quite courageous. He even dared to resist Markov's guards. However, it was a little too unwise.
What he didn't expect was that the first thing the middle-aged man said when he saw him was, "Sir, are you using a blood magic circle? Please take care of yourself —"
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Not only Brando, even The Shire was stunned. How did he know? Has he been here for a long time? That's impossible! The Shire didn't believe that he couldn't detect a commoner.
The young wizard retainer subconsciously prepared to cast a spell.
However, the middle-aged man saw through their doubts and bowed deeply, "Sir, I haven't thanked you for saving me last night. My name is Tamar, an alchemist."
"Tamar?"
"You're Tamar!" Brando felt that the name was familiar at first, but then he remembered that Tamar was Madara's chief alchemist after 380 years (the Year of Venus).
He was almost stunned by the name.
He couldn't help but look at Tamar to see if this was the same Tamar. Tamar wasn't originally from Madara. He must have been turned into an undead during the war. If it was because of that bastard Markov, it wasn't impossible for him to hate this country. The reason for his hatred must be the death of his son. Now that he thought about it, everything made sense.
However, what really made Brando confirm was that Tamar was very sensitive to alchemy. Tamar could tell that he was using a forbidden spell just by looking at the backlash. This wasn't something that could be done by an ordinary alchemist.
In history, Tamar was a powerhouse that defied the heavens. Most of Madara's high-ranked undead were created by him, Mesat, and Therlando, the three undead alchemists of the past. Tamar's most famous achievement was the black magic circle technology that directly transformed skeletal soldiers from corpses. This technology could be said to have directly doubled the military strength of Madara.
Now, it seemed that it would be a little difficult for Madara to achieve this result. Brando looked at Tamar, who was still a human in front of him, and couldn't help but smile a little.
"Sir?" His smile startled Tamar. Could it be that this Sir Knight actually had some sort of special fetish? He had heard of the dirty rumors between the nobles, so even if he was almost forty years old, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
The Shire coughed, and only then did Brando wake up. He hurriedly explained: "You're that Master Alchemist from Fortress Riedon, Tamar?"
Master Alchemist? That was one of the top titles in the field of alchemy. Was he that famous? Tamar was stunned and quickly shook his head: "I'm just an unknown alchemist. Sir, I've been working for the Noble Parliament, but I didn't have much success —"
Not famous? [I've picked up a treasure!] Brendel was overjoyed.
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