"A Knight's challenge?" The silver-haired girl put down her teacup and could not help but laugh. Only the Black Knight could come up with such a stalling tactic, but she soon sighed softly. The princess could not help but turn her head and stare blankly at the clean and bright arched window.
Her gaze passed through the dust floating up and down in the sunlight that slanted in from outside the tall window, and a hint of worry flashed in her pale silver-gray eyes. For the outcome of the war, he would rather put down his honor and even give up his dignity as a Knight. Was it because of the blooming Black Rose of Bramanto? But what could gather the people in a land that had been in chaos for thousands of years? Or was there some unknown changes happening in the kingdom in the darkness?
The girl did not expect her accidental guess to become a reality. She turned back and looked at Oberwei speechlessly.
"When the common ancestor of the Erouine, Sage Erik led the people to independence from Cruz, it was to resist the endless exploitation of the southern land by the Empire. Our country was founded to stop the arrogance and greed of the Empire's nobles."
The princess said softly, "But today, the nobles among us have become greedy and arrogant. Have we lost the ambition and the sense of honor to defend justice, so much so that we have lost the ability to gather the people? "
"I dare not say that. But although the nobles are rotten, at least the people still believe in the Royal Family," Oberwei replied.
The girl nodded and felt a little better.
Oberwei looked at the girl and saw her thoughts. He continued to answer, "Even the most rotten soil can sprout new shoots. Your Highness, since the late King Anson X, the kingdom trained the militia and formed the guards to plant the seeds. The young man I met could also give up his honor, which means that the younger generation of Erouine is not much worse than Madara. "
But neither of them pointed out that Brando was actually a member of the Highland Knight's faction and had nothing to do with the Royal Family.
The princess could not help but think about what supported Brando to give up his honor. Wasn't he a Knight? How could a Knight refuse his opponent's challenge?
*****
What the future Princess Regent did not expect was that Brando was not a Knight at all. The Black Knight, Xassar, did not expect this either, so he could only die a humiliating death in the chaos. Brando did not care about him at all. He only took Xassar off his horse when he passed by, and then turned around. The moment they passed each other, Erouine's rising star and Madara's outstanding younger generation looked into each other's eyes.
What Brando saw was the burning soul fire in the Black Knight's eyes, the pursuit of true honor and faith. He knew that one person could never be strong, but when thousands of people gathered together, it would create a terrible force. For thousands of years, Madara, the Black Rose of Bramanto, was just a geographical concept.
It was a process that made even the cold undead creatures feel honor and recognition from the bottom of their hearts. Unfortunately, he could not participate, and had no intention of participating in such a period of history.
In contrast to Brando, Xassar only saw the cold pragmatism in the young human Knight's eyes. Perhaps for the young man who had experienced this period of history, all illusions were no longer suitable. Brando was more willing to believe in his own strength to the nobles and the royal family.
Even if he wanted to save Erouine, the Valkyrie, and everyone else, he could only rely on himself.
Brando knew the future, but he also knew that no one would be willing to believe in this future. Therefore, he needed to become stronger, and let his wings become fuller little by little, so that the world would have to take his opinion seriously. Compared to that, all the other false titles were just floating clouds.
The Black Knight actually thought that he could force him to change his mind with a little trick?
How naive.
Brando looked back. Even on the battlefield, a Knight's duel required a notary, a deputy of both sides, a venue, and a series of etiquette and ceremonies. As long as he was not half crazy, he would never agree to this ridiculous proposal. Perhaps in the eyes of the people of this era, 'Knight' should choose to respect each other. Of course, this was still a society that followed the spirit of classicism. Unfortunately, Brando was not just Brando — half of his soul represented another world.
Fair competition?
No, modern warfare emphasized unrestricted warfare and asymmetrical warfare.
Therefore, this created the biggest doubt of the Black Knight before he died. When he saw the mercenaries swarming behind him and stabbing their shining blades into his chest, he died with his eyes wide open. How could he refuse? Was he still a Knight?
The undead army had been utterly defeated.
Brando pulled the reins and let the warhorse trot a few steps to stop. Then he turned the horse around and saw that the others were looking at him strangely. It was no wonder. After all, as a Knight in this world, refusing a challenge was indeed a big thing. Although these mercenaries had rich combat experience, it was inevitable that they would be influenced by the views of the world.
But he raised his sword and said to the others, "You may be wondering why I didn't accept his challenge, but the reason is actually very simple. The challenge between Knight's comes from the mutual respect between nobles, not a holy challenge with deceitful thoughts. This is a blasphemy to the Knight's rules. "
He added, "As for why I said this, think about it carefully."
Everyone was enlightened, but Retto, Tower, and the others were more or less confused. Brando looked at their expressions and continued, "Of course, this is all nonsense. To put it more crudely, I'm not interested in a bet without a stake — "
This sentence was obviously to the mercenaries' liking. Many of them could not help but cheer loudly, especially Mano, who nodded repeatedly. He almost thought that Brando was his soulmate. But the young man still had some doubts when he looked back at Reynold, but he understood that he could only explain so much.
In fact, he did not need to hide anything. This night was so urgent that he had no time to sort out everything one by one. Just like now, he immediately gestured to the others to clean up the battlefield and let them quickly pick up the spoils and clean up the battlefield. At the same time, he jumped off his horse and walked to the corpses of Xassar and the Black Warriors.
It was time to reap the rewards.
The three Black Warriors had been burned into a pile of white ash from the inside out, except for their armor and some small items that they carried with them. These things looked disgusting, but in the eyes of 'players' like Brando, they were equivalent to spoils of war.
He kicked away the empty breastplate. The Black Warriors were tall, and their armor would probably have to be melted down again to be suitable for human wear. Therefore, this thing was worthless in his eyes. But his goal was not this thing, but the magical items that the Black Warriors might have carried with them.
Unfortunately, he didn't get much. He only found a secondary snake-shaped ring with a rarity of Black Iron in one of the corpses. It was what the natives of this world called an alchemy item. + 0.1 Dexterity, but it was better than nothing.
But Brando was not depressed. His main goal was not the three Black Warriors. They were just an appetizer, and he was glad that he got something. In fact, his main goal was the Black Knight, a level 20 elite creature.
Brando walked to Xassar. The Black Knight's half-body armor was suitable for him. Unfortunately, the mercenaries did not know how to cherish it and opened several holes in the breastplate. When Brando saw this, he could not help but curse. These guys did not know how to think for their commander. Compared to Freya, who was a militia commander, he, as a Knight commander, did not even have armor to use.
But even so, Brando still squatted down and opened the man's pouch. The first thing he looked for was the pouch, because most of the magical items and magic amulets were kept there.
Brando's EXP did not lose its effect. He found a snake-shaped statue and three magic amulets. Magic amulets were good things. According to legend, they were originally made by the wizards in the Ice Forest in the north of Wohnde. As long as you carried them, you would naturally gain good luck.
But the craftsmanship of these magic items gradually spread after the Year of the Three Hills and became an important craftsmanship. In the game, every magic amulet was at least 'Bronze' because they had an important characteristic, which was that they were not limited by the total number of magic items that could be carried. Just like the three amulets in Brando's hands.
The three magic amulets' attributes were + 1 HP, + 2 HP, and + 0.1 Innate Protection. It was the cheapest item in the market, but at least it was better than nothing.
Brando put away the amulets and looked at the snake-shaped statue carefully. He immediately realized that it was a poisoned amulet. The Poison Amulet was a magic item. Most of them were made by the Druids in the forest, but some of them came from the hands of the Liches. Once activated, it would release a poison spell on the blade (12 OZ, losing HP every minute and gradually weakening the user).
It was not a good thing, but Brando could not help but curse in his heart. "What a sneaky bastard, pretending to be a Knight. Does a Knight use poison? " He could not help but think that he was not a righteous person. Otherwise, he would have suffered a great loss.
He put the amulets away. After all, his current identity was still a Highland Knight. It would be a big problem if someone who knew their stuff saw it. The rules of a Knight in this world were very complicated. If they violated the rules, they would be stripped of their title. If it was serious, they would be burned at the stake. That was not a joke.
Then Brando turned the body over and checked the neck and hands, which were the most likely places to have magic items. But he did not see a ring or a necklace. Instead, he saw a frosty glass bracelet.
Of course, it was not a glass bracelet.
"Elemental bracelet!" Brando was shocked and hurriedly pulled the thing out of the black Knight's body. Although the Elemental bracelet was only a 'Bronze' equipment, it had a high energy level. The lowest level Elemental bracelet that Brando knew of was at least 25 OZ, and the attributes of this item were also very practical.
It could add a certain amount of elemental damage to close-range or long-range physical attacks. The amount of damage depended on the energy level of the bracelet. For example, a 25 OZ bracelet would add at least 4-4 points of elemental damage.
In his previous life, the Thorn of Light's damage was only 9 to 9 points without doubling the damage.
Brando suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. This item used to be as expensive as a 'Silver' Rare Magic Item. When it was at its peak, it was one of the equipment that he could only dream of.
Attack was the life of a Physical Profession in the early stages.
It was a pity that this bracelet was a level 20 equipment. Brando could only look at it to satisfy his craving. He carefully put this item into his bag. It was probably as important as the Thorn of Light.
It was even more important.
After all, the Thorn of Light was only a temporary longsword. Its sharpness and hardness were not enough to withstand the use of a Medium Iron Swordsman. Brando actually had a replacement for the Elven sword in mind, but he had not put it into action yet.
However, the Elemental bracelet was different. There were two slots for the bracelet. Brando thought that it would be difficult to find a better replacement before he reached level 40. And at level 40, he would at least have the strength of an Upper Silver.
After putting away these important spoils of war and making sure that he did not miss anything, Brando sighed and stood up. The rewards from this battle were too great. Other than a total of 770 EXP, the equipment he obtained almost doubled the energy level of his equipment.
Especially the Elemental bracelet, which was unexpected good news.
If he could get the Elemental Ring and the other bracelet, he would have a full set of pure attack equipment. Brando was even confident that he would be able to find trouble with the young Black Dragon at Viero's Needle Hill Road before he reached level 30. After all, the map of Chidragon was a huge temptation to any player who used to play games. Brando was no exception.
He could not help but blow on the edge of the Thorn of Light as if he had already obtained the dragon's treasure.
Of course, there was still an insurmountable gap between reality and fantasy. Of course, he would not get carried away. Soon, mercenaries came to clean up the corpses beside him. The young man turned around and found that most of the people present had already obtained something. Retto, Mano and the others were also knowledgeable people. Their target was the liches. After all, even one or two alchemy items could greatly increase one's strength.
No one would hate an increase in one's strength.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Brando looked at the time. From the beginning of the battle until now, a total of 45 minutes had passed. The Gargoyles could only scout in one direction, and Madara's skeleton cavalry could appear at any time, so they had to make the best use of their time. The Gargoyles could only scout in one direction, and Madara's skeleton cavalry could appear at any time.
The group of refugees had already moved forward under the leadership of a few core members. With the Gargoyles clearing the way for them, Brando was not worried that the refugees would encounter any trouble. Now, he just wanted to find Freya and bring the others to chase after her.
At least until now, his plan had been carried out smoothly. The only thing left was to play hide and seek with Madara.
Of course, he also had to wait for the moment when the Constellation of the Knight King appeared in the sky.
Thinking of this, the young man could not help but take out the white deer statue and looked up at the dark sky.
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[Note]:
Some explanations about the equipment's energy level:
The total energy level of an individual's magical equipment is determined by the individual's total magic coordination. The calculation formula is:
Basic (20) + Willpower x10 + Total Level x5 (unit is also in OZ)
For example: Brando has a total level of 17 and a Willpower of 2.9. Therefore, he can carry equipment equivalent to 134 OZ (calculation formula: 20 + 2.9 x 10 + 17 x 5).
Among the equipment he carries and uses, the Thorn of Light and the Ring of the Wind Empress each cost 20 OZ, the protective gloves cost 5 OZ, the Gargoyle Talisman and the Soul Statue (White Deer) cost 7 OZ, and the necklace and secondary snake ring cost a total of 62 OZ.
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From the first day of the year, I went home happily for dinner. Then I ate potato chips for the whole night. The power went out on the 3rd of January. On the 4th of January, I lost a few thousand dollars in the morning. After eating in the afternoon, I started to feel bloated again and my stomach kept feeling uncomfortable.
Then this morning, the power went out again until 1 PM. Not only did my stomach stop feeling uncomfortable, it got worse. I had a stomachache for the whole day. At night, when my friends came to ask me to go out for hot pot, I did not go to TAT. I will try my best to make up for it when it gets better. Thank you for your support.
Also, thank you Brother Razor for the 100,000 dollars reward. This is the first time I have received a 100,000 dollar reward.
In addition, there are many friends who have tipped me and voted for me every month. Thank you. Your support is the motivation for me to persevere.
Also, Amber Group 1 is almost full. I will now announce the number of Group 2. Thank you Knight for providing the QQ Group.
Amber Sword Group 2: 130957343.
Finally, let me end this digression with the usual pleas for votes. Enduring the stomachache and the cold, I look at everyone pleading for votes with tears in my eyes. Although I haven't updated much in the past two days, I will definitely work harder when I feel better.)
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