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"The Shire!"
Brando finally lured the two giant Revitalizing Spells. Countless brilliance floated from the giant Revitalizing Spells, making them look a bit like stars in the dwarf stage. Gravity could no longer restrain the burning gas around the star, the inner layer began to collapse, and the hot atmosphere began to expand violently outward. These two light balls almost occupied the size of the end of the square when they expanded violently, and the inside of their bodies flashed with dazzling blue light.
The gap between the two giant Revitalizing Spells was only the size of a carriage, and the gap was shrinking rapidly. Brando accelerated wildly, trying to pass through the middle before it was completely sealed. He activated the Charge skill and jumped up from the ground. The narrow passage was almost in front of him, but at this moment, the Revitalizing Spells' body floated with a layer of flowing light, and they spun like a star ring and crashed into Brando.
At this time, countless twisting lines of the law extended from Brando's body, forming two solid walls of light in front of him. The flowing light hit the walls of light heavily, and the lines of the law shook violently, flashing with dazzling light. At that moment, Brando's figure suddenly split into a phantom, and the wall of light behind him was quickly shattered. The sky was swallowed by the brilliance, but he had landed firmly on the ground. Looking back, the giant Revitalizing Spells were behind him, and countless icy breaths chased him into the star-like light body. Like moths to a flame, they left a bright spot in the expanding light ball and then disappeared.
Brando paused for a moment, then put away his sword and ran to the east exit.
On the south side of the square, the changes in the entire Eternal Square were visible. The Kirrlutzian nobles were shocked and fearful, shocked by Brendel's strength and fearful of their previous arrogant attitude; while Lenarette frowned and did not say a word. Even Veronica raised her eyebrows. She did not expect Brendel to really lead so many monsters away. Putting herself in his shoes, even if she were to replace Brendel, she would still have to think about what to do.
"The Count is so powerful …" Shido muttered to herself in disbelief.
"That's just a trick," Veronica said and shook her head. It was indeed a skill, but the problem was that not many people could see through the gaps between thousands of monsters at a glance. Even she could not. It was not until she saw Brando shuttling through the sea of monsters with ease that she followed the little guy's path and found the safe path. But until now, she still did not know whether this path was the only one, or one of many paths. No matter which it was, it was enough to frighten her. If it was the former, then she couldn't imagine how Brando could find the only way out in an instant. If it wasn't, then it meant that the encirclement of these monsters was full of holes in Brando's eyes, and she needed a lot of time and consideration to find even one of them.
Veronica looked at the north side of the square with some complicated feelings. Although she was very reluctant to admit it, the young man's intelligence and courage still amazed even herself, and could even be said to be a little uneasy. That young man was an Erouine, and the most determined Erouine she had ever seen. The female legion commander lowered her eyelids, and for a moment she could only think that there were many outstanding young people in this generation of Cruz's people, but compared to Brando, it was like comparing the bright moon to a firefly.
"If only there were such young people in Cruz's people, how good would that be." She shook her head gently.
Brando certainly did not think that Veronica would misunderstand his actions and overestimate his ability. In fact, the Icy Breath wrapped together like a tide made him not have the heart to think too much. He was beginning to feel that the problem was beginning to become a little tricky.
The square gradually turned into a towering promenade in his vision that led to an unknown area. This direction should be the Promenade of Meditation, the exit of the central labyrinth, a very famous area in the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator. If he remembered correctly, there was an unknown hall not far ahead. The area of the hall was not much smaller than the Eternal Square, and the valuable thing was that there were no wandering monsters. It was almost a natural place to move, and Brando planned to turn there. But the problem was that this time he had pulled too many monsters. Before this, it could be said that no one had tried to pull all the Icy Breath and two giant Revitalizing Spells in the Eternal Hall together.
The more monsters there were, the slower it would be to turn, and he didn't want to be surrounded by monsters when he turned back. But after thinking about it, he couldn't find a reasonable way to avoid it. He didn't want to use the Elapsed Pointer. Although the bet was over and it wasn't considered cheating, it was still painful to burn experience. Especially since he had just activated his Elemental Activation, it wouldn't be fun if he fell below the realm.
But Martha seemed to be on his side this time. Just when he couldn't figure it out, a little light suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him. Brando's heart skipped a beat. It was naturally impossible for there to be players in this dungeon, and the Disciples of the Black Flames had not yet entered the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator at this time. Apart from them, the only ones moving in this Holy Cathedral could be Arreck and the members of All For One. But he didn't know who it was, or if it was Arreck himself. But no matter who it was, it was enough for Brando.
He immediately had an idea.
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After receiving Arreck's order, Devard led the black-robed Knight to patrol along the long hall. The hall in this direction was different from the Promenade of Meditation. The black hall was empty, and there were long arched windows embedded in the walls. When the team passed by these giant arched windows, they looked as small as ants. Inside the arched windows were windows made of thousands of years old glaciers. Faint blue light penetrated from behind the ice walls and crisscrossed in the hall.
Just a few minutes ago, they had turned a corner and seen such a spectacular view. But as to where this place was, and what this hall was called, no one knew. The team moved forward slowly, passing through the light and shadow. The sound of footsteps intertwined into a hollow echo at the other end of the hall. The sound reverberated in the open, enclosed space. After a moment, a black-robed Knight suddenly stopped and shouted, "What is that!?"
Everyone followed his gaze and looked forward. They saw a stream of light suddenly gushing out from the darkness. The stream of light was gradually brightening, like a glowing behemoth waving its tentacles. It appeared from behind the corner in front of them. The tentacles slowly extended forward, and then its body appeared in the vision of Devard and the other Knight behind him. Everyone's eyes widened. They saw two huge light balls, one in front and one behind, occupying the space of the promenade, and were pressing in this direction.
"It's an Revitalizing Spell!" Devard was knowledgeable and recognized the origin of the other party at a glance. But he had never heard of such a big Revitalizing Spell. He turned his head and saw that the Knight beside him was panicking and pulling out his sword. He hurriedly slapped the other party's sword away and shouted at the other party, "What are you doing! Run! "
Most Revitalizing Spells were formed by spells between the third and ninth circle, and Revitalizing Spells formed by spells above the ninth level were generally called Wandering Magic. Because they were formed by pure and powerful magic power, any magic would only have a healing effect on Wandering Magic, except for spells such as Dispel Magic and Spell Disassembly. Revitalizing Spells were incorporeal creatures with no physical existence and only energy form. Mortal physical attacks could only cause very limited damage to them. Therefore, although the strength of Wandering Magic itself was not yet at the level of Elemental Activation, it was one of the most terrifying existences among the monsters at the peak of Gold level.
And the two in front of them could no longer be called Wandering Magic. Even though Devard had only seen Revitalizing Spells twice in his life, he still recognized them at first glance. These were Wandering Magic Lords formed by spells above the tenth circle, and did not have the slightest bit of fake Elemental Level strength.
Only Wizards and Mages and Hunters of the same level could fight against them. No matter how many Swordsmen or Black Robed Knight of All For One there were, they would only be fodder. "Run, let's run separately. There are only two of them, one of us will be able to return to the Grand Duke's side." Devard immediately shouted at the others.
The Black Robed Knight seemed to have woken up from a dream and hurriedly scattered and retreated. But just as Devard's voice fell, countless specks of light appeared in the darkness. "Sir, look over there." Someone exclaimed. In fact, there was no need for the other Black Robed Knight to remind him. Devard had already seen this scene. Countless Icy Breaths appeared in the darkness, like a sudden wave of monsters.
"How is this possible!" Devard's first reaction was that they had unintentionally activated some kind of trap. Otherwise, these Revitalizing Spells in the temple would not have rioted for no reason and come straight for them. Until someone next to him reminded him. "Someone!" The Knight on his left suddenly shouted, "Someone is leading them here!"
The Highlander Eagle Swordsman was slightly startled before he realized the meaning of this sentence. He immediately looked in that direction, but it would have been better if he did not look. What he saw made his nose crooked.
"It's you!"
Devard immediately roared out with almost no tolerance. The expression on his face was full of resentment as if he had seen an irreconcilable enemy. In the face of such an Eagle Swordsman, Brando felt a little wronged. He even felt that this was too much of a coincidence. The first time they met, he cut off one of the Eagle Swordsman's hands. The second time they met, this guy almost died on the battlefield. And this time, it was obvious that something this gentleman did not want to see was going to happen.
Brando felt very sorry for this Highlander Swordsman, but this did not stop him from saying, "Mr. Devard, has your hand grown back?"
"Count Tónigel, you deserve to die!" Brando could feel the anger on Devard's gloomy face. If this anger could be materialized, then he would have been riddled with holes by now. But unfortunately, the Eagle Swordsman was far from practicing the skill of killing people from thousands of miles away. So Brando could still be alive for a while.
Of course, we can't doubt Mr. Devard's courage. If he could, he would definitely pull out his sword and cut Brando into eight pieces. Or at least, he would die together with Brando to avenge his previous humiliation. But now, Devard felt as if his legs had grown roots and weighed more than a thousand pounds. Not to mention rushing up to kill Brando, it was difficult to even take a step forward.
Because Brando was leading the two giant wandering Magic Lords behind him, and the tide-like Icy Breath of the Revitalizing Spell was coming straight at them. As long as one's intelligence was still intact, they would understand what this Count Tónigel was planning. After all, it was not a great plan to divert the trouble away.
But the problem was —
Devard found that there was only one way to deal with this despicable plan. "Despicable bastard!" He cursed and turned around, and gave the most invulnerable order to deal with the current situation. "Retreat!"
Brando laughed in his heart. Just as Devard had realized, he had already planned this. What both sides had to do now was to have a hearty race. They didn't need to run fast, they just needed to be faster than the others. But it was not so easy for Devard to be one step ahead of him. He snapped his fingers and used his index finger to draw in the air. The retreating black-robed Knight suddenly felt their feet soften, and the originally solid ground seemed to have turned into mud.
Lesser Quicksand, a First Circle Earth Elemental Series Spell. Its only function was to make the ground softer. Because the effect of the spell was on the ground and not the people walking on it, the black-robed Knight did not even have the chance to resist this spell with their magic resistance. Under normal circumstances, there was no need to resist this spell, because it only made the ground a little softer. It was not like the real Quicksand spell, which could even make you lose your footing and sink into it. Making the ground a little softer could only be used to restrict the cavalry on the battlefield. Even this effect was almost negligible, because the effective range of the spell was too small. Unless it was cast by hundreds of wizards at the same time, it was completely meaningless in a battlefield that was easily a few miles wide.
But if there were hundreds of wizards, wouldn't it be better to cast some other spells to deal with the cavalry?
Even the effect of this spell on the black-robed Knight was minimal. Although their speed was inevitably slowed down on the soft ground, the change in speed was minimal and did not affect the overall situation. Devard heard someone snort softly. Obviously, they were a little disdainful of Brando's childish spell. If it was half a year ago, he might have had the same idea. Using a First Circle Spell to deal with the existence of Elemental Awakening? Wasn't this just wishful thinking?
But now, alarm bells were ringing in his heart. Would the opponent be easy to deal with? Just ask him about the scars on his arms.
What happened next immediately confirmed his thoughts.
Air Flow Entanglement, Wind of Disorder, Secondary Rust, Ice Feet, Flame Chains, Accelerated Exhaustion, and Slight Increase of Gravity. One Circle Spell after another fell on everyone's heads. The effect of each spell was minimal, but the advantage was that it did not require casting time. Brando was almost running while throwing these low-level spells at the black-robed Knight. He did not need to successfully break through the black-robed Knight's magic resistance every time, but as long as it worked once, these high-grade believers of All For One would slowly and uncontrollably slow down.
On normal days, this kind of slowing down was almost meaningless because the duration was short, and it was equally time-consuming and laborious. But at this moment, for all the black-robed Knight, it was a death sentence. Brendel passed by the knights who were slowed down by him one by one, and the giant Roaming Magic Lord behind him and countless Icy Breaths swallowed them up in an instant. They were like pebbles thrown into the sea, swirling around in the tide of monsters and disappearing without a trace.
"Despicable!"
These high-grade believers of All For One were usually the most insidious, cunning, and ruthless existences in the eyes of ordinary people, but at this moment, in their hearts, Brando was the real demon. The Nine-headed Phoenix had an old saying, "Help the devil do evil," and now Brando was playing such a role in their minds. If it was only Brando, they could easily defeat him if they joined forces. Of course, this was what the black-robed Knight thought. But unfortunately, Brando obviously would not give them this opportunity. He would only cast spells on them one by one, and then let the Icy Breaths behind him kill them one by one.
This was simply a blatant attempt to intimidate others by intimidating others.
Of course, there were also a few black-robed Knights who could not bear the humiliation. They drew their swords and turned back, wanting to rush up and perish together with Brando. But unfortunately, they soon realized such a problem. "It turns out that this guy is an Elementalist who has been holding back, but his swordsmanship is surprisingly good." Then, with such a surprised thought, they were swept into the group of monsters behind by Brando's Nine Luminaries Sword Art.
The Knights were reduced one by one, and soon, only Devard was left in Brando's vision.
And this Eagle Swordsman was indeed Arreck's confidant. Brando felt that he might have some kind of magic equipment like the Talisman of Meditation or the Brooch of Secondary Spell Resistance. When the first and second circle spells hit him, they disappeared without a trace. He tried to release a third circle Fire Arrow, and as expected, he staggered and left a charred mark on his back. It was indeed the Talisman of Meditation. The Brooch of Secondary Spell Resistance could resist spells below the fourth circle, but Brando still shook his head. He only knew the third circle spell, Fire Arrow, and his magic power was not enough for him to use it repeatedly. After all, it was impossible to rely on a third circle spell to kill an Elemental Activated opponent.
If only he had a third circle Wind Bind. As long as he could delay for a second, it would be enough for Devard to suffer.
Brando had to face the reality that he was a third-rate Elementalist. Not to mention, it was already very difficult for him to cast a second circle spell instantly, and this was thanks to his high Will. If he forced a third circle spell to be cast instantly, he might not be able to withstand the backlash. And if he wanted to stand still and cast a spell, he would have to ask the army of Frost Breaths behind him if they were willing to stop and wait for him. The answer was obviously no.
Now, Brando had to face two problems:
One, Devard ran faster than him. Two, he seemed to have no way to slow down his opponent.
And obviously, our Eagle Swordsman also understood this after Brando tried a few times. He could not help but show a proud look on his face for the first time. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still turned back and mocked Brando loudly, "You're crazy, do you know what you're doing? Do you plan to keep running like this? Haha, then you'll definitely die before me! "
After Devard shouted this sentence, he only felt a burst of joy in his heart. It was as if this was the first time he had the upper hand against Brando. But this kind of pride died in his stomach before he could completely show it on his face. Even the slight clue that he revealed instantly froze on his face. He saw Brando looking at him with some pity.
If anyone else looked at him like this, he would definitely feel angry, insulted, and belittled.
But when Brando looked at him like this, alarm bells rang in Devard's heart.
He must be plotting something!
He must be planning to scheme against me!
Devard was too familiar with this young man in front of him. Although they only knew who the biggest beneficiary of the whole Ampere Seale Peace Conference was after the battle in Ampere Seale, the other party single-handedly plotted their defeat, as if he could predict the future, and played them, including the Duke he respected, in the palm of his hand. If there was anyone in this world that could be regarded as a demon, then the other party's appearance must be the same as the face in front of him.
Devard felt goosebumps all over his body at that moment. He concentrated on Brando's every move, as if if Brando made the slightest move, he would immediately counterattack with countless rehearsals in his mind.
But Brando only made one move.
He mouthed a sentence to him.
Our Eagle Swordsman was slightly startled. It was not that he did not know how to read lips, but what Brando said to him was too strange.
"Be careful in front?"
"Be careful of what?"
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