The Amber Sword: Scenario 71 King of the Underground (22)

Curran looked at the youngster sitting on silver warhorse with a complex look. He entered Gold-level Domain 30 years ago, and was only firmly in the mid rank section a few years ago. However, this youngster seems to be the darling --. Even the apocalypse cannot reach the golden middle level at this age, unless it is a Chosen born according to fate.

But Chosen is all locked up with the fetters of fate, and was conspired to take away a crippled body, like a blind Yula. So when the old Swordsman saw Brando, he didn't even think in that direction. He paused, and asked in a hurry:

"youngster, who is your Imprint?"

"What?" Brando froze.

"Don't pretend to be garlic, I asked who your Imprint is, you understand!" The old man suddenly jumped angrily, and he yelled, "This is very important, please tell me --"

"What are you talking about, what do I understand?"

Brando is really confusing this time. When he saw Curran coming over, he thought the old man wanted to remind himself, but he didn't expect that the other person said a series of inexplicable questions.

But he was about to ask, the loud voice above arena suddenly sounded again, interrupting the conversation between them:

"Mortal, continue to challenge?"

"Of course." Brando replied.

"Boy, answer me!" Curran yelled against the air wall outside. But Brando glanced at him and gave him a wait gesture, then he raises head, waiting for the host of existence in illusion to announce Laws.

Sure enough, he saw a row of moss green text immediately appearing on his retina --

"Nightmare Arena."

"The next battlefield is -- Nightmare Arena!" At the same time, the sound of a thunderous sound over the sky announced the same words in everyone's hearts.

Brando's's face suddenly changed.

"What is Nightmare Arena, Lord Thane?" Medissa frowned, and asked back quietly.

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"What is Nightmare Arena, Gwen?" At the same time, Maher should not ask the same question of one's own companion.

"I don't know." The thin boy's answer was simple.

"What are they arguing about?" But Joca's attention falls on Brando and Curran. Compared with this strange world, he is more worried about whether this pedestrian can leave here safely together.

"I don't know." The same answer.

"But why should he continue to challenge, here already has no one else who can save Ah?" Some people asked like this.

"I don't think it's that simple," someone replied, "Although I don't know where this is, I think it will cost a lot of money to build such a place. Is could it be that just a game for grabbing or releasing people? ? "

His words caused a lot of people's resonance, they all looked around with raises head worried.

"Hmm, you don't know the hobbies of those noble masters, maybe they are just for fun!" But some people also refuted.

"It's not necessarily made by those noble masters. I remember if we were right under mine, how did I feel weird with the thing we dug out."

"Yeah, I also support this view! Besides, it was a dragon just now. I think those things are a bit --. What do I think now, I feel like I am in a dream, I do n’t know if this is true Yes. "

The boy touched the cold iron fence as he said.

The crowd was silent.

"His goal is that sword." Gwen's voice is not high, but he always waits for these shy teenagers to finish speaking slowly, which sounds particularly weighty.

The thin boy stared at the dark sword on the central stone tablet of arena. He noticed that Brando had turned his eyes in that direction several times.

When he said that, others immediately felt like it made sense.

"Then he doesn't plan to save us?" someone asked worriedly.

"Why do others save us --" This is the voice of doubt.

"Gwen?" Joca looked at his companion. In his mind, Gwen is the most knowledgeable and most thoughtful person he has ever met. Although he is not very talkative most of the time, every time Very insightful once.

"I have a way," Gwen whispered, but more like cheering himself up: "--, I think of a way to convince him."

"How do you convince him?" Maher asked puzzledly.

"Make a deal with him."

Maher's eyes widened: "You wouldn't really want to trade with him for those weird things that are worthless. It wouldn't do us any good to anger him!"

Gwen didn't answer, just silently glanced at the companions of one's own.

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"Nightmare Arena is an extreme mode. No matter how strong you are in this venue, you are just an ordinary person. Here, you must use your skills to defeat the enemy."

"Tips?" eyebrow with a slight glance at Medissa Wanliu: "What tricks?"

Brando flicked sword edge with his fingers: "combat skills."

Silver Elf Girl is silent, as if thinking. It sounds more favorable to them, but she would not think so. Although Lord Thane is not mentioned, she can probably guess that it will not be so simple.

Brando looked at the air with raises head on one side, and soon there were rows of golden text on the sky, Dwarven language, ancient / modern Kirrlutz, Tatar, elf, Dragon language and even a language that scared Brando:

He touched his nose, pretending not to see the rows of familiar squares.

But here already shows enough weirdness, and the Chinese characters appearing out of thin air in the sky have not attracted much attention. To ancient civilization, it seems that there is no obscure language that behaves abnormally.

While everyone present is more concerned about the content of those words:

I. Disintegration of power (both parties participating in the battle, forcibly reduced the power to less than 10 OZ)

Second, Skill dissolves (the two parties participating in the battle, unless the specified Skill, all other abilities automatically disappear)

Three, Swordsmanship (designate Skill as Swordsmanship)

Jutta 咝 咝 breathed in, although the power of young Thane has surprised her, but female mercenary commander knows more, different from the level of power -- is like the apocalypse may be born with a power above silver -- can be different from Swordsmanship. A skill that requires years of training.

Without decades of indulgence, no matter how talented a person is, he cannot be called a master on Swordsmanship. Whether in Aouine, Kirrlutz or even the entire Vaunde, those who are regarded as a generation of masters are mostly white-haired, old people who have entered the old age.

"Don't worry, Jutta," Scarlett's thin voice came from behind, she seemed to see the worry in the heart of this female Commander. However, red haired girl seems to have more confidence in Brando, she just hides her worries deeper in the amber eyes: "Lord Thane's Swordsmanship is very powerful --"

"I know the Swordsmanship of the adult is very good." Jutta responded, but she frowned: "I don't know who the enemy of the adult is," she whispered: "Even in the history of Aouine, she is famous There are many Sword Saint. "

Scarlett was a moment, could not help but worry.

Brando is also worried about himself. His idea is actually similar to female mercenary commander. The nightmare challenge is not so simple. He already is thinking which Sword Master he has to face.

youngster held the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt the light around him dimmed. Then the next moment, the Medissa around him, the silver warhorse sitting down, and even the Wind Spider Spirits in the sky disappeared in an instant.

A whisper sounded around.

Planeswalker's ability was also deprived, Brando immediately felt scalp numbness, he had hoped that this ability that has always behaved like cheating app can escape Laws, but now it seems that the role of Planeswalker is still in the world's Laws within.

Fortunately, Brando hasn't relied on Planeswalker's status to the point where he can't fight without it. He just gently breathed in, adjusted his emotions, and then stared vigilantly.

The moment the light dimmed, he found that already came to an unfamiliar site. The ground of -- was no longer sandy ground, but rough granite -- was neatly cut and laid into a huge field.

Brando looked around the site, and then he saw a black shadow appearing to the north. He narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized the identity behind the shadow:

"Buga?"

"Cross Sword, Buga."

Curran and Jutta flashed an identical name in their minds. Buga is not a small name in Aouine. Besides, his peculiar stance of Swordsmanship genre made the old Swordsman and female mercenary commander recognize each other at a glance.

Curran frowned deeply, and he had seen the talented youngster in previous years, knowing the other party's accomplishments in Swordsmanship. But what made him feel a little relieved is that Tobus is certainly not bad, after all, it is the descendant of that person.

But Jutta behaved like sighed in relief. She only watched Buga as a Mercenary when she passed Lantolian. Of course, she still knows the Swordsmanship genre of the other party, but in her opinion, it is at least easier to deal with than the famous Sword Master.

But the two hadn't had time to beat their respective small scheme in their hearts, and another dark shadow appeared on the scene.

Brando called WTF in his heart, because the old acquaintance was -- White Knight Abaddon.

Then the third shadow, Brando also recognized the person -- Viscount Tirste.

Fourth shadow, Brando felt sweating on his forehead, because that figure made him so familiar that he almost lost his sword.

It is his grandfather who is standing directly south.

"Tobus!" Curran's complexion changed immediately.

"That's ..." Jutta's complexion also changed. She felt as if something was stuck in her throat, making her want to speak but couldn't make a sound: "Ha ... ha ... Harrasque ..."

"Who is that?" Scarlett frowned, and asked puzzledly.

Jutta looked at her strangely and looked back at her, but could not speak for a moment.

But Brando is now in no mood to bother with these things, because he now realizes that he may face a big trouble --

one against four.

"Martha above!"

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