The last blow obviously worked.
The world was receding like the tide, turning into spots of light like butterflies, dissipating piece by piece. After the scenery of the endless wilderness under the setting sun faded, what was left behind was the untouched cave under the ice that had been frozen for thousands of years. A gust of cold wind whistled, making Brando and The Shire shudder. "My Lord!?" Before he could react, Metisha's slightly concerned voice came. Another inquiring voice was slightly calmer, "Brando, that thing pulled you to the Extreme Plains –?" This was the deep and charming voice of the female legion commander, Veronica.
Where was the Extreme Plains? Brando suddenly raised his head, but there was no shadow of the dusk, the setting sun, or the wilderness around him, only the blue ice cave. Firas and his wife, Veronica, the little female dragon and her foodie little brother, Scarlet, Metisha and the huntress she was supporting, Greysword Saint-mephistopheles, and His Royal Highness and the eldest son of the Cruz people, everyone was here, as if nothing had happened. Brando looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Babatha and the witches around her a little distance away.
Babatha's eyes were burning with a fanatical light, and the witches who usually seemed to disdain dealing with mortals were exchanging glances with each other, but without exception, they looked at Brando with some surprise in their eyes.
Then there was the little female dragon's pair of somewhat puzzled golden eyes, which seemed to have a flame in them.
"You have a strange smell on you." Aloz sniffed and asked with a frown.
Brando took a breath, he was wounded all over and gritted his teeth in pain, but when he heard the little female dragon's question, he was surprisingly quiet.
He almost thought that all of this was a dream-
But fortunately, the witches' eyes and the little female dragon's doubts answered his doubts.
He could not help but clench his right hand, and the thing in his palm was the answer to everything that had happened before. But the others obviously did not notice Brando's subtle movement, The Shire exchanged glances with him, while Veronica and Mephisto's eyes fell on Brando's left hand – Brando's Halran Gaia had long been sheathed and hung diagonally on his back, and he was holding another sharp sword in his hand.
The blade of the sword was like a thin leaf, frosty blue, like an ice crystal.
"Frost Chant Cinna –" Veronica's voice asked, "Brando, what happened, were you pulled into the Extreme Plains just now?"
What happened?
That was a good question, especially for Brendel. He raised his head, but everything that happened before seemed to be replaying in his mind.
"Frozen Earth Domain!" As Seibers raised the slender, bright blade of Frost Chant Cinna in his hand, a cold aura like ripples spread out in all directions with his body as the center. The layer of ice just swept across, followed by the crisp sound of the earth cracking, countless frosty white icicles broke out of the ground and stretched into the sky like fangs, covering an area of nearly a hundred feet in the blink of an eye. Brando finally remembered this move, Frozen Earth Domain Control, Cold Wind Output, he was simply too familiar with it – people would feel nostalgic when they see certain things in the past, this feeling actually originated from the human's reminiscence of the past, and now it was the same for Brando. This retro routine seemed to have pulled him back to the first three versions of The Amber Sword, his blood suddenly became restless, and even without the time to react, his body had already moved instinctively.
The strength of his muscles suddenly burst out, and he leaped high, with a whoosh as if the air was being torn apart, the icicles that protruded from the ground brushed past the soles of his boots.
At that moment, the ancient undead raised its head in surprise.
Brando remembered the bright phosphorescence in its eyes at that time. Seibers raised the sword in his hand again, and the blade became equally bright. The ice dust gathered behind him as if it was tangible, and suddenly turned into a cyclone, and then a bone-chilling cold wind seemed to be produced out of thin air. Cold Wind, also known as Milos' sword, the sharp blades of the sword were countless bright ice crystals scattered in the cold wind. Those ice crystals were as thin as cicada's wings, harder than steel, and could easily cut through even the hardest armor. The cold wind swept forward, and Seibers and the sword in his hand were like the general commanding the storm. His sword pointed forward, and the storm swallowed everything in front.
What a spectacular scene it was.
Brando was like a drifting withered leaf in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, he was caught in the center of the storm. Countless ice crystals were about to pass through his body, but the imagined scene of his limbs being torn apart and blood raining down did not happen. At the critical moment, he once again used Flash Strike Sword Art. The pitch-black blade swung out, as if it had been practiced thousands of times. Its speed had reached the peak of what this world could bear. The space around him buzzed and vibrated. The space around him was stretched to the extreme. Those ice crystal fragments that were as sharp as ice spears seemed to be grabbed by an invisible force. They naturally slid to the sides and were pulled behind him, crisscrossing past him.
In front of him, the distance of space had long been distorted by the same majestic force. Seibers' pale face seemed to have crossed hundreds of feet and appeared in front of him.
Brando swung his sword at Seibers' waist — the area where the Frost Knight King was unprepared.
But the moment before Brando's sword reached his body, the soil under Seibers' feet seemed to have been given life. It automatically arched and formed a solid wall, allowing Brando's sword to hit it. With a muffled bang, a shockwave visible to the naked eye spread out from Brando's sword in all directions on the wall. Fine cracks immediately appeared on the wall, and the cracks continued to expand. Then, the wall fell apart and collapsed.
But that was the end of Brendel's attack, and the only thing he managed to do was to cut down a mud wall.
But of course, this was not an ordinary wall.
This was one of the life-saving skills of the Frost Knight, Frost Earth Wall. Frost Earth Wall: The Frost Earth Guard draws 20% of his current mana to build a barrier from the ground. (The material of the barrier is determined by the environment at the time. If the Frost Earth Guard has the 'Dark Ice' specialty, then the barrier will have an additional layer of ice: Hardness + 2). The barrier will automatically block a fatal attack, and then return the remaining HP to the caster. The Frost Earth Guard can only use this skill on the ground. Brando was satisfied that he had exchanged one of Seibers' life-saving skills with one blow. At least it proved that his attack was still a threat to his opponent, and this knowledge gave him a boost of confidence.
But before he had time to be proud, an iron boot suddenly stretched out from behind the crumbled earth of the Frost Earth Wall. It was a pitch-black iron boot with a skeleton pattern on the edge. As everyone knew, the Miirna people had a fanatical worship of death. Because of his blocked vision, Brando had no time to react before he was kicked in the stomach. The feeling was like being hit by a giant dragon, and before he could even feel the overwhelming pain in his stomach, he was already sent flying like a cannonball.
This guy was not forced to use a life-saving skill at all! In a flash, Brando reacted. Seibers released the Frost Earth Wall just to block his vision. This skill could be used like this.
If this was the game of the past, Brando would most likely be overjoyed. In the game era, when all the skill systems and routines had basically been developed, to be able to open up a new way of thinking was definitely something that could shake the entire order of the game. A new way of thinking was really too important for a master, especially for a first-tier player like him who was not at the top. Such an opportunity might be enough for him to set foot on the altar.
Even now, this move still gave him a flash of inspiration. Although there were many schools of thought in "The Amber Sword," using life-saving skills for offense was rare, and it was even rarer to use it to harass the enemy. After all, not everyone was as confident as Seibers. And Brando had seen too many skills, specialties, and talents. If Seibers was still limited to the limited vision of the Frost Earth Guard, then Brando had already found countless ways to use this move in his mind.
But not now.
His mind cleared up in an instant and reacted to his current situation. In the next moment, he would fall heavily into the sharp icicles of the Frozen Earth Domain. The damage was nothing to be afraid of, but the frozen state would kill him. Brando was confident that he would not be able to survive a round of Seibers' cold wind. Although his Will attribute was as high as hundreds, in front of the existence of the Perfect Body, it was far from enough.
Seibers turned in the direction that Frost Chant Cinna pointed. Obviously, Brando was not wrong. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.
"I must not fall."
"Brando!"
The thought in his mind arrived almost at the same time as Saint-ausol's reminder, but what could he do? In this state, there was no way to adjust his posture, let alone use the basic moves of Flash Strike Sword Art. Nine Luminaries Sword Art could not move him. Templar Knight? The skills of Templar Knight seemed to be useless at this time. As for the basic skills of a Warrior, such as Charge and Piercing Strike, they were all useless when he lost his balance. The Elementalist, who was only over 20 levels, was not even worth mentioning. Was he going to use his Unyielding Talent here?
No.
Brando gritted his teeth. He was very clear that there would be a fierce battle later. Arreck was not a kind person, not to mention the fanatics of All For One around him. If he used his Unyielding Talent in this scene that looked like a trial, it would not be worth it.
"Don't take the risk, Brando!" Saint-ausol seemed to have seen through Brando's thoughts and could not help but immediately remind him.
"No, I won't take the risk. Don't worry, Wind Empress." Brando raised his head. The whole process of thinking only took a moment. He could almost feel the piercing chill on his back. If he hesitated for a moment, he would be ruthlessly smashed into the forest of icicles, then trigger the effect of the Frozen Earth Domain and be imprisoned into an ice crown. Although it would only be for less than half a second, it was enough time for Seibers to kill him ten thousand times.
The only thing that could help him now seemed to be that possibility.
His other identity —
He knew that the Darkness Dragon also had the same identity, so maybe Seibers was not unfamiliar with it. As soon as this thought came to his mind, a circle of sky-blue light appeared in Brando's hand. The threads of the Law intertwined in his palm. It was a power that did not belong to any mortals. When the Undead Knight Seibers saw the blue light, the soulfire in his eye sockets flickered slightly. He even let out a soft sound, "It's actually this …"
That was the power of a Planeswalker.
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