【Hand Fighting】Act 99 of the Fall (4)

Judging from the distance of each echo of the cards, this group of Black Fire Cultists really came to him for trouble. Brando shook his head, and said to himself, I was about to come to you, but you sent it to the door. This kind of service attitude that is not self-interested, specializes in benefiting others, and travels thousands of miles only to deliver equipment and experience is really worth advocating.

But that's what happened.

Although there was silence as far as his eyes could see, Brando had already felt the breath of the store on the other side of the forest, and he couldn't help but pat his forehead, a little helpless.

"Come out." Brando beckoned to the woods in that direction.

There was silence among the woodlands.

The mercenaries were stunned, and turned their puzzled gazes to him and the Silver Elf Commander behind him; The young man was slightly stunned and sighed. "Not coming out?" He sneered contemptuously, and the index finger of his right hand hooked forward: "Letters!" Brando has never been so patient, since the other party insists on playing hide and seek with him, then he naturally doesn't mind using violent means to get this guy out of the way.

The direction of the flow of air became disordered in an instant, as if the space was filled with countless frantic vectors towards the center, and the atmosphere swirled and compressed - and then exploded, and the majestic energy suddenly moved forward, with Brando as the center, and the trees on both sides suddenly fell and broke one after another, and then after a loud bang, the energy of a wind bomb had cleared a radial area in the forest, and the severe punishment was dispersed, revealing a girl with sleeve hair behind it (sure enough, it was a harem card deck).

The strong air currents had torn through her cloak, revealing the black armor underneath - the girl was wearing a one-piece dress with the leaves of the skirt just hanging down to her knees, and below it was a boot-style steel shin armor with black sleeves - just the right amount of absolute territory. She held the axe and gun in both hands in a fighting posture, as if she had blocked the forward advance of the wind bomb with this movement alone: from the obvious marks on the ground, it could be seen that the impact caused by the air flow separated behind the sleeved girl and formed two air currents that extended forward for more than ten meters, and then gradually disappeared. (A bit of an anime feel)

strong

There is only one thought in everyone's minds at this moment.

The Wind Queen's Ring has the destructive power of the peak of black iron, and the impact is even greater, and if you want to block this blow head-on, you must at least have the power of the silver position, but you have to be unscathed, and you don't even move your body

Golden Steps.

The mercenaries present couldn't help but moan from the bottom of their hearts.

Tiger Sparrow rubbed his temples and said in his heart What is the matter, could it be that they have come to the era of chaos? In the past few days, the power of the gold level has emerged in an endless stream (does Brando have a group of mocking faces), and they are all so young; It is understandable to say that this is a rich and prosperous area close to the royal capital or a large metropolis, but this is the Gendenel region of Erouin, the southernmost remote mountainous area, what is wrong with this world?

After a moment of silence.

The sleeve-haired girl flicked her ponytail, she raised her head, a pair of golden sleeve-colored eyes stared at Brando without blinking, the inside was like a flame burning, full of the will to fight, she straightened up, the axe and spear flicked back, a shining thunder arc flashed, and the woods in the same direction suddenly let out a clicking sound and fell down, the girl smiled, revealing snow-white tiger teeth: "Is it so capable?" (The Silver Elf is furious)

Sure enough, it was her.

Brando sighed, how could she forget that there is still this boss in this forest, the god of thunder, the ghost knight with red sleeves, Milfit (all guessed wrong, it was brushed by FF) Brando looked at the girl holding the strangely shaped axe spear pointing to the ground in one hand, and she had already recognized the identity of the other party in an instant, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, how could she forget about this matter and be hungry - the thunder spear that made countless mercenaries rush to it back then, but maybe he didn't expect it to be in such a forward era, This knight's eldest lady is already king here.

In fact, he had already guessed this answer just now, but at the moment before the answer was actually revealed, he didn't dare to be sure that he was right.

The rules of Yongge, it turned out to be immortal, the heart turned to the light, but fell into the darkness, as if lamenting, tactfully lingering, two ghost knights born in the same area, actually resonated at the beginning, Brando couldn't help but turn over the card in his hand and take a look, thinking to himself, Lord Martha, I use the name of Yongge, I hope that this deck is as invincible as the silver elf's Yongge legion, not this meaning! However, he raised his head, and keenly noticed that the sleeve-haired girl at this moment did not seem to be in a ghost state.

But there is no doubt which Milfit the other party is, both in terms of the way of shooting and the appearance are so consistent.

But Milfit is obviously an incomplete oracle on the inside, and it is in ghost form, but the girl with sleeve hair in front of her is not in ghost form, and from the breath, she obviously has received the full blood of the gods-but what is going on?

"Akane (spared a big circle, it's still her)!Reddy!"

Suddenly, a voice beside her shouted, Brando turned around, and saw which young man Sanford who was officially dragged back by the mercenaries of Lubis, she followed the other party's shocked gaze, and sure enough, she saw which sleeve-haired girl was not far behind him, a white-haired head was cowering behind the bushes, wasn't it who was the twenty-five or eighty-thousand-like young man Reddy who had been dragging in front of him?

"Damn, it's this * Lando secretly scolded in her heart, she originally thought that she taught this guy a lesson last night, and the other party would at least be more restrained, but she didn't expect to come to the door again today, but wait, how could this guy get mixed up with the Black Fire Cultists? Brando's eyes froze, and sure enough, he found an inferior demon next to the white-haired youth.

Oh, I see.

She couldn't help but smile contemptuously: "I just took refuge in the new master, and I can't wait to kill all my former companions, I really do my duty!"

Everyone was stunned.

"Reddy, you—you took refuge in them?" Sanford and several of the mercenaries of the original Gray Wolf Mercenary Group didn't react for a while, they looked back at Reddy, almost couldn't believe their ears, but these people are not stupid after all, thinking of what happened before, they didn't understand everything, and the slightly short-tempered ones immediately rolled up their eyes and scolded: "You traitor, I used to treat you as a brother!"

"Reddy, you've let us down so much!"

Sanford was stunned for a moment before asking, "Reddy, what's going on?"

If gaze could kill, Reddy would have delayed Brando several times (sad man).

She almost had the heart to swallow the other party alive at this time, and she wanted to hide behind the scenes, let the Black Fire cultists kill these brothers or companions who knew him before, so that no one would question him, and his conscience would naturally not be condemned (naïve) - if he was sure that he still had a conscience, of course.

But she didn't expect that this wishful thinking had not had time to start, and it had been completely broken by Brando's wind bomb, and she couldn't help but curse viciously in her heart, cursing Brando and which pointy-eared elf behind him, how could he, wait, pointy-eared elf? Then he was slightly startled - she had already seen the twenty fully armored elves following Brando (finally saw them), how did these guys appear? Could it be that the regimental commander - no, that cunning maned wolf still has arrangements here? Reddy first glanced around cautiously, for fear that this was a trap, but then he calmed down again, and Akane was here, she didn't have to be afraid of any ambush at all, the current Akane, or should be called the God of Thunder, Mirfit is a gold-level strength, only twenty or thirty silver-level guards, but it is also vulnerable.

She straightened up after composing herself, and glanced at the elven warriors with contempt (which would really be angry), thinking to herself the elven hoplites, these guys are really creative, don't you know that the most suitable class for weak and agile elves is ranger, archer or hunter? He sneered in his heart, but noticed the hateful or questioning glances of several of his former companions, and suddenly realized that he needed to explain.

How can he be called a traitor to you?

Reddy couldn't help but be glad that she had made a plan, which is why he drove these people to this place, firstly, to let Brando and his party take out manpower to take care of these guys who had no combat effectiveness, and on the other hand, in order to make better excuses after being exposed, she turned the ring on her hand, smiled hypocritically, and replied: "No, no, everyone, I didn't take refuge in Captain Conrad, I just made an agreement with him to use his strength to deal with this guy-"

She held up her hand and pointed at Brando, "This guy who caused this qiē trouble."

"Me?" Brando pointed at himself, and couldn't help but be a little amused.

"That's right, it's you." Reddy looked at Brando, new hatred and old hatred welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but have a little sleeve in his eyes: "If it weren't for you, how would I be like this." Hmph, which old bastard of Makaro would rather let us be cannon fodder to distract the attention of those Black Fire cultists, and also ensure that you can leave safely, people are really different, but he probably didn't expect that the final development of things would be like this, right?"

She couldn't help but sneer: "Mr. Brando, 12 silver-level ground guards, it's really powerful, I'm really scared (uneducated, it's terrible), but what are you going to do this time, do you still have the confidence to show off your might in front of my people, what courage did you teach me last night?"

Brando was not angry with this narcissistic guy, she was about to speak, but she didn't expect the white-haired young man to interrupt with a wave of his hand: "Don't quibble, Captain Conrad has already sued me for everything, otherwise why would they assign me so many elites, just to pursue you?" I'm not stupid, so you're the real Eco, right-?"

What, I'm Eco?

Brando almost didn't fall into a petrified state-

Yes to your sister!

This hand-hit: Aria of Mourning

【Hand-Hitting】The Fall of the 100th Act (5)

Am Ieco?

Damn, I'm still your uncle!

Brando reacted and immediately scolded in his heart, but he immediately thought about the cause and effect, and couldn't help but scold Macarlo's shamelessness (this product is definitely not a good thing), and even took advantage of her, she took a deep breath, and wrote down this account for the time being, and then had time to go to Lantony Blue to find this guy to settle accounts, after all, in his opinion, it is better to solve this empty guy first.

She really felt at this moment that if she said a word to this guy more, she estimated that she would have to reduce her life span by ten years.

But before he could speak, he heard Sanford interject beside him, "So, Reddy, you really took root with Conrad?" Brando turned his head and saw the young man calmly raise his head, staring coldly into the megalomaniac's eyes. There was no superfluous expression on her face, just a little disappointed in her direct gaze, and Brando was slightly stunned, not expecting this easy-going looking young man to have such a side.

The white-haired young man was stunned for a moment, and he looked at the people in front of him—or his former companions; He couldn't help but shrink subconsciously when he looked at Sanford's undaring gaze, but when he saw the others, everyone was looking at him with indignation.

But these questioning glances only aroused her feelings of resistance, and Reddy snorted coldly: "It's that simple, Macaro has given up on us, can't you see it?" What old guy just treats you as a pawn to use, why should I work for him, and in that case, why can't I choose a better way to live?"

"So you're going to hunt us down and express your heart to your new master?" Sanford asked coldly, "I'm your best friend, Reddy, these people used to be your companions, Macaro is sorry for you, are we sorry for you?"

Reddy choked.

She gritted her teeth and replied with difficulty: "I didn't want to kill you in the first place, you want to be with me, and I will treat you as a companion." The white-haired young man hesitated for a moment before answering with a weak heart.

"I don't need your handout!" Sanford groaned in disgust: "I'm really blind that I think you're my best friend."

"So do we!" The ragged men and women of the gray wolf mercenaries replied indignantly in unison.

Brando Bai Lai looked at the scene of the arrogant maniac on the other side betraying his relatives for a long time, but he didn't expect Sanford to turn around at this time, and then bowed respectfully to him: "Mr. Brando, Reddy is right, Macaro did abandon us this time, but the head of the regiment has treated us like relatives for the past ten years, if there is any resentment, this moment has also disappeared, from this moment on, we are just a group of poor worms who have no one to take in, Mr. Brando, only you are willing to save us- We'd like to join your team if you want, we don't have any requirements, we just survive, that's all—" (This guy should be a lobbyist, the mercenary buried her)

Brando was slightly stunned, then looked up at the others, and found that most of the refugees of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group seemed to accept Sanford's proposal, and it could be seen that this young man was quite influential in this group of people, but he lowered his eyelids and glanced at Reddy not far away with a smile: "You said that, but you forgot?" This guy said that I have a lot to do with what you call Mr. Makaro, even if that's the case, you can accept it?"

"That guy is carried away by hatred, and he's no different from an idiot! Can you believe his?" One of the big men in the mercenaries couldn't help but snort.

Brando looked at Sanford again, only to see that the latter also nodded.

She couldn't help but smile secretly in her heart, thinking that this white hair didn't seem to be doing all bad things, at least sending such a group of experienced mercenaries to the door, but Brando was still serious on the surface, and replied sternly: "I'll talk about this later, now it seems that I have a little personal grudge with this Mr. Reddy to settle, and it's not too late to talk about it when I deal with this matter-"

Brando said, and raised his head - but it was okay not to lift it, and he was almost half angry when he lifted it, because he saw Reddy open his mouth wide, and laughed exaggeratedly three times: "Ha~~~Ha~~~Ha!" The white-haired young man looked at them contemptuously and laughed, "You deal with me? Brando—Oh no, Mr. Eco. You haven't figured out the state yet, these high-level Black Fire Cultists under my command are the elite of the Black Flame Sect, and each of them has the strength of the Silver Peak, of course, not to mention this Miss Akane - she is now my own warrior, you can't be ignorant? She's a warrior with the strength of the Golden Order! In the face of such a comparison of strength, you are so arrogant that you want to deal with me, haha, with 30 silver lower-level guards? It's not funny. (Does the side show that the strength of the elven hoplites is outrageous)

As she spoke, she walked behind Akane and wanted to cooperate with her hand to pat the face of the sleeve-haired girl, but she was waved away by the latter's extremely faceless hand-wrenching hand, and the sleeve-haired girl turned her head and looked at him coldly. * (Awkward)

Reddy coughed in embarrassment, but fortunately his former companions didn't care about his embarrassment, because several gray wolf mercenaries, including Sanford, were all suppressed by his words - they knew that this guy didn't need to lie, but they didn't expect this madman to be crazy and attack the person he liked in the past, of course, they thought a little wronged our white-haired children's shoes, after all, the dark priest did it during Akane's transformation, and she didn't have the ability to do it herself.

But on the other hand, what was cold in their hearts was that they didn't expect that the Black Fire Sect disciples who surrounded them were all silver upper rank, and there was even a gold-level storage zài, although that gold-level storage zài had been their companions in the past, but that sleeve-haired girl didn't want to know their appearance at the moment.

The gray wolf mercenaries couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back, could it be that they are really going to be buried here today? They subconsciously looked at their new boss, but it was okay not to look at it, and everyone was stunned at a glance: the young businessman was still in the mood to comfort his female companion at this time.

"It's okay, ignore that megalomaniac." Brando turned around, unexpectedly patted Roman's little face (this, this is a teasing of eating fruit!), and said in a reassuring tone.

"I—I'm ignoring him, you. What are you doing, don't touch the girl's face!" Roman raised a small eyebrow, and she hurriedly covered Brando's hand with her face in her sleeve to prevent him from taking advantage of him further, and argued loudly.

The mercenaries of Rubis are okay, they are no longer surprised, not to mention that they have long seen which megalomaniac is not pleasing to the eye, they look at Brando together, and then look at the 20 silver elf heavy infantry standing like wood behind them, and know who is going to be unlucky-their lord is honest on the surface, but in fact, he has a bad stomach, how can he suffer lightly, but the gray wolf mercenaries who don't know the details of the bottom are suddenly petrified, and shouted wildly in their hearts: "Hey, have you figured out the situation this adult, On the other side is a group of silver and a gold-level deposit!"

But Brando's disregard had the effect it should have.

Reddy trembled with anger, she was not usually so arrogant, but the humiliation that Brando and Conrad gave him last night was held back until this moment finally broke out, and she couldn't help barking like a mad dog: "Give it to me, go kill them!" No, give that young man a dog's life, and I'll let you know what will happen to me if you offend me.+-" After she shouted these words, she finally calmed down: "And those two women, leave me for {-"

After she gave Reddy's order, she couldn't help but lick her lips with a sinister smile.

But Brando turned around at this time, and she raised a hand—

Wait a minute?

Reddy was stunned for a moment, her order had already been issued, was it too late to beg for mercy at this time, she watched the Black Fire Cultists rush forward feverishly, as if it was not their enemy in front of them, twenty of their father-killing enemies, there was no room to stop at all, the white-haired young man was stunned for a moment, thinking that this is fine, just let him see if the other party knows what fear means.

"Let you pretend to me||+-" She scolded heartily.

The gray wolf mercenaries' faces suddenly darkened, and they couldn't help but feel cold in their hands and feet, but in time, these warriors still trembled and took up their weapons, ready to make a last fight - the big deal is death, they are gray wolf mercenaries, even if they once wore this name, they can't break their promise and let this name be dusty.

Reddy's eyes widened (this guy mentally Bt), as if he wanted to appreciate the final fate of these guys who were against him, but he immediately saw that when Brando raised his hand, he only smiled and lip-spoke to him - it was not a begging for mercy. It took Reddy a long time to react, and the meaning of that sentence was, "Unfortunately, you're early."

Am I early?

The white-haired young man was stunned, what does this sentence mean, could it be that the other party is scared and insane? But he immediately didn't think so, she saw which young man raised his hand and waved it downward, and with this wave, the 20 heavily armored and expressionless elven infantry behind the other party suddenly moved, and this one, Reddy's face changed.

She came early, and if she came a day or two late, although there was nothing she could do with Brando, at least she wouldn't bury herself here.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine to take in this world.

At the same time as Reddy's face changed, the gray wolf mercenaries, the mercenaries of Lubis, and even Antitina's faces changed at the same time, because everyone saw that the 20 silver elves who were moving forward suddenly appeared with colorful brilliance, some showy, some dim, those rays of light that seemed to be rainbow-wrapped in their armor, wrapped in their weapons, and only represented one meaning.

The power of the elements.

Continent's strongest heavy infantry, Templar level! (All Golden Steps)

What elves are only suitable for being hunters, rangers, and marksmen, Reddy only felt that what he had said was simply a slap in the face, and it snapped, and the Black Fire cultists didn't even have time to wake up from their frenzied state, they were already overwhelmed by a colorful light, and the sword passed, and the heads of people and demons flew high.

20 rainbows, unstoppable-

This hand-hit: Aria of Mourning