The Amber Sword: Scenario 67 Brando’s Swordsmanship (Part 1)
Act 67 Brando's Swordsmanship (on)
'Chablis's Lantern Grass' hostel is located on the cliff facing east of the highest part of the town, like the giant arch wooden hall where the heroes of wilderness and Divine Spirit lived in the classical mythology stands on the top of the rock, experiencing the wind blowing The rain hits, the water dipped into the solid wood and now already becomes faintly black. The hall is down, and the gray cliffs are lined with dense rows of windows. From a distance, this unique landscape is like a huge hive or a dragon cave on the cliff.
But in fact, it's a hotel room.
In the room where ‘Maned Wolf' Makarov was staying, the door was pushed open a quarter of an hour ago. The ample experience's mercenary commander raises head from a sketch of the Chablis region, he heard a certain noun from the narrative of his subordinates, the thick and thick eyebrow could not help but pick --. He wore buckskin Glove and held the bronze handle in his right hand. Magnifying glass, but already asked: "Article 314?"
"'In a formal quest / mission, if the two parties in Mercenary conflict on any of the goals. Attempts should be made to temporarily merge the two parties as a joint agreement. As for the details of the merger, the two parties should negotiate and agree.'"
An old man, who had to go pale, sitting on a rattan chair by the windowsill, replied. The old man looked intently at a large book with a red cover almost four inches thick, and seemed not interested in the topic.
"Master Lockwood, can this be extended like this?"
"It's not bad," the old man replied.
"Okay, let me first see where the guy is sacred," Makarov waved to youngster standing in front of his desk, and said, "Go, let Redi try him," but he called the other person back immediately. : "Wait a minute, did the kid in Ike find it?"
"No news, Master Commander."
"Okay, I know. You go." Makarov shook his head, he snorted, and murmured: "This time, I must make the boy look good. It seems that I usually spoil him a bit, so After I go down, I wo n’t be able to explain it to the adults. "
The old man shook his head slightly while reading a book with a smile on his face.
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"What is your name Brando?"
"My name is Brando." Brando looked up and looked at this youngster, which was nearly one head higher than himself. His hair was that rare pure white, his eyes were indeed clear and transparent gold like amber, his face was like feminine, but some were like women.
Yabulian? Brando thought that the only impression of this minority living in the country of Tianding seemed to be the young silver-haired Sword Saint -- Glayes who was active on the land of Vaunde about thirty years ago.
He expected that the other party would not accept his request so easily, but he did not expect that ‘Maned Wolf' Makarov sent such a youngster to test him. To be honest, except for Blessed and Chosen, youngster, which is about the same age as Brando in this era, already rarely beats him at this moment.
The strength of Level 23 is already high Black Iron rank. Moreover, profession level Level 15 is the first threshold for any profession. Once this threshold is crossed, the addition of profession to Attributes begins to enter the stage of Tier 1 Power Rating over Tier 2 Power Rating.
In fact, although Brando lost Thorn of Clear Light at the moment, it was actually go one step further in strength, reaching a height of 15 OZ, which was close to twelve times, or even thirteen times higher than the trained soldier. Although he still looks like a thin youngster, as long as he is willing, he can easily punch a boxing boar.
As long as Brando opens one's own Attributes stat display, you can clearly see that his absolute power already has reached the terrible value of 220. That is to say, in theory, he can easily kill eight in and eight out of this world in the face of any one of the second and third line legion in any country.
This kind of strength is commonly known in the Aouine's adventurer's mouth: the strength of Captain level.
Moreover, the hidden power of Brando is far more than that. His Level 10 Aouine Military Swordsmanship alone is enough to make most Aouine's officers and Knights ashamed. Of course, Brando doesn't feel it yet, just thinks that he seems to be a long way from his one's own grandfather.
But before he thought about it, he saw that youngster already pulled out his sword and pointed at him, sword tip shook slightly, and cold light flashed in his vision.
"Listen, merchant, I never accept weak challenges and have no pity, on the contrary. Because the duel between warrior is sacred, that is, swords and swords, trying everything to end the life of the opponent. "Baifa youngster said:" Commander let me fight with you, but I will not show mercy against the will of one's own, do you think clearly? "
Brando turned back to see Romaine.
"Brando, does he mean that he is better than you?" Miss merchant widened her eyes, in fact she was trying to stare bigger, and then blinked.
"No, I don't think that's the meaning." Brando didn't get mad by Romaine, but could only reply in annoyance.
"Master?" Amandina asked.
Brando shook his head and said to himself, can't you have a little confidence? However, he has pulled out the sabre on his waist. After the loss of Elven Sword Thorn of Clear Light, he has been using ordinary steel swords, just like the one he has now. When the white-haired youngster saw his sword, he could not help revealing a slight disdain for the -- sword, which was brand new, just as if he had just bought it from the blacksmith's workshop.
He wasn't wrong, and it was the same, because the previous sword already shattered in a certain battle because it couldn't withstand the strength of Brando's.
Brando erected the sword and swayed it, as if adapting to the new sword. However, his actions immediately caused the hiss of the mercenary and the explorers sitting around in the hotel lobby to boo. There was no swordman who would adapt to his sword before the battle. The Brando's behaved like an unattended battlefield. Hairy kid.
"Redi, isn't your idol the Yabulian Sword Saint Glayes? Defeat this little boy, let's see your strength!"
"Well said, as a fellow of Sword Saint, you can't be ashamed."
"Redi, come on, kill him!" mercenaries immediately coaxed, these lawless people are a group of people who will never be safe and secure anywhere.
But when Brando heard one of the names, he couldn't help but hesitated a little: "Glayes?" He was about to enter Aouine Military Swordsmanship in a stand-up position --, but then he relaxed his mind and asked. This distraction caused him to complete only half, and Military Swordsmanship's starting gesture suddenly disappeared.
mercenaries made another hiss.
"You don't deserve to mention that name," the white-haired youngster's face sank, and already pierced with a sword.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this sword is also thunderous, but it is slow enough in the range of Perception of Brando3.7OZ. Besides, he was attacked by the opponent before he said a word, and subconsciously backhanded Yijian --, to be precise, he raised his sword and flicked the sword in the opponent's hand to --'s, and the white-haired youngster couldn't hold the sword at all.
youngster's sword is deeply inserted into the light black wood and is still trembling slightly.
The whole hall is choked.
mercenaries, which was still chanting before, seemed to be dumb at this moment, as if I saw a dragon or something, opened it blankly, exactly to forget whether the following should be called -- or Hissing.
Brando The previous sword can be said to be indecent, to put it bluntly, it looks like a savage man holding a stick. Because that is not at all a Swordsmanship, it is purely an instinctive reaction. But the key to this sword is not its elegance, but its strength.
Weird instinct? Everyone subconsciously thought of this.
This is nothing new. On the Vaunde road, there are legends that some people inherited Gold bloodlines, and some people were born to awaken to Chosen. But there is another type, they have some characteristics of their ancestors. For example, the natural power is infinite, or the resilience is strong, or the power of the element of coordination can be seen from birth.
Generally speaking, this kind of power can only be seen on those creatures that have golden blood flowing in their bodies, such as Fantasy Creature like dragons and unicorn.
But someone soon called out:
"Tier 1 Power Rating!"
"Black Iron strength!"
The white-haired youngster held wrist back five steps. He looked at his swollen arm with already after only taking the opponent's sword, which was not acceptable for a while. Although he is not as talented as Ike, but in his early twenties he reached low Black Iron rank, and he is considered to be the best among most people, but he never expected to be in front of a guy younger than himself. He couldn't even take a sword.
So many monsters like Ike in this world?
Redi was wrong for a while.
It was only his fault that lasted for a moment, because Makarov and another tall middle-aged man, already, came up from below the hotel. Although they haven't seen the previous scene, as long as they look at the sword on the ceiling and the performance of the people present, the shrewd mercenary commander understands 80%.
His eyes fell on Brando's head, and his brows frowned slightly. Although he knew that the businessman who proposed to join his team was a youngster, he did not expect it to be so young.
"Buga," Makarov immediately whispered, and said to the middle-aged person around him, "Go and try him."
"Me?" The middle-aged voice has a strong local accent in the Anlieke area.
"Well, I doubt this youngster is the person on the 'card'." Makarov stared at Brando and said.
"Do they have such an excellent youngster, Makarov, do you think too much?" Buga said as he untied the huge sword behind him: "But nothing, since you say so, I will try Give it a try. Anyway, this youngster is definitely something. "
Makarov was a little hesitant, and looked back at this one's own old friend.
"Nothing, I smell a familiar taste." The middle-aged man looked at Brando with a hint of doubt in his eyes.