Act 53 Planeswalker

The huge skeleton stepped forward and raised the tomahawk. Although it was still behind a wall, the experienced Brando knew that he had been covered by the opponent's attack range, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. For a moment, he could hardly think of any way to resist the blow. The only chance was to give up one hand to save his life.

He had already gritted his teeth and made his decision.

But it was at this time that a young man with silver hair and purple eyes, in his mid-twenties and extremely handsome face, just walked out of the corner with his lips pursed and a gloomy look on his face, and bumped into Brando. Behind him were two sergeants wearing dark blue knight uniforms, silver breastplates, long swords on their waists, and a touch of silver scales on their epaulettes - the exact uniform of the regular cavalry of the Silver Wings Cavalry Regiment.

This young man is one of the deputies of the commander of the Silver Wings Cavalry, the sergeant major of the Silver Wings Cavalry, the illegitimate son of Duke Golan-Elson, Viscount Test. When he saw Brando, he was slightly startled, as if he had thought of something, but his face quickly darkened. Without saying a word, he pulled out the thin sword at his waist and stabbed Brando on the left chest.

The speed of his attack was extremely fast, and his sword was so accurate and fierce that it was difficult for ordinary people to detect it, just like a thin silver line drawn. But Brando was so smart. He knew the opponent was an enemy rather than a friend as soon as he saw his face. However, he didn't know the opponent's strength, and being unarmed, he could only subconsciously protect his vital parts and move aside.

Viscount Test was slightly startled. He did not expect that an ordinary mercenary with the strength of the lower reaches of the Black Iron could be so alert. He made a mistake and finally adjusted the angle of attack, but in the end the rapier just passed through like a poisonous snake. Brando carried a bloody arrow on his shoulder.

Brando groaned, turned over and fell to one side. But he was horrified in his heart - the moment Test took action, he could see clearly that the person with intermediate knight swordsmanship was at least gold or above. Fortunately, the other party was a little distracted when he took action, otherwise he would be a cold corpse now.

He didn't have time to think about when he had once again provoked a super master who had activated the third level of power, and he was such a young master. This guy must be a revelation. In fact, Brando did not guess wrong. His opponent, Viscount Test, was not only a revelator, but also the Holy Son of the Union of All Things (*candidate for the elder of the twelve rings of the Union of All Things). Therefore, compared with most of his peers, this young man has enough capital and self-confidence.

It’s just that this pride has encountered a setback for Brando for the second time. Test has never failed in this kind of thing before, but the disappearance of Borg Nathan’s daughter has been worrying him since a few days ago. Distraught: They have received news that Borg Nathan's family may be related to the Sifah dynasty more than a hundred years ago. This is related to a huge secret, but he originally concluded that a noble daughter was playing tricks. There was no trick, and he didn't expect that this certainty disappeared right under his nose. He has always been frivolous on the surface, but cautious on the inside, but this incident made him taste the bitter fruit of failure for the first time.

And the young man in front of me.

All the intelligence in the past few days points to a mistake in their previous information collection. According to the information gathered from various parties, the All-Union Society stationed in Braggs can conclude that there is a leader above the copper dragon Leto. By. He was a young man, so Test immediately placed his suspicious eyes on Brando, who appeared with Bottom that day.

Of course, this was just an idea, and Test didn't take it to heart, but he didn't expect that he would meet Brando in such a place. The moment he saw Brando, he thought of a test, but his test was to kill someone. Anyway, even if he killed the wrong person, it didn't matter.

He's just an unknown mercenary.

But he didn't expect that Brando would immediately give him a surprise. A big surprise.

Brando fell down and passed between Test and the two soldiers. He took advantage of the situation and rolled to get behind the three of them. Our Mr. Viscount couldn't help being slightly startled. He was about to turn back to make up for his sword, but the wall in front of him suddenly cracked open - the bloody pointed helmet of the Crusader Executioner poked out from under the small door. , then it stretched forward, and the giant ax lifted up the entire wall, causing it to collapse to this side.

Tester was taken aback, and flicked the giant ax away with a backhand sword - the sword wind erupting from the sword made the cracked walls fly back, but he himself lost his voice: "Executioner!"

That huge skeletal frame would not show mercy just because he was a key member of the All-Union Society. The first thing that came into view in its burning eyes was Test's rapier holding his giant axe, and the fire of his soul flashed slightly. , the right bone claw stabbed over, pointing directly at the Eruin noble's ribs.

If it were inserted properly this time, the upper half of an average person's body would probably explode. However, Tester unhurriedly stretched out his left hand to block the attack of the Crusader Executioner. His movement was not large, but under the grasp of his left hand, the right claw of the giant skeleton could not move forward even an inch.

"Go and catch that young man!" The Crusaders' Executioner had a reputation for being vicious. Even a swordsman like him who was just beginning to advance to the golden level would not dare to look down upon the strength of this monster. He personally gave the order to stop Brando.

It's a pity that Brando is far smarter than he thought. In fact, when he rolled forward, he had already considered letting the Crusader executioner conflict with this guy. And before the giant skeleton could launch an attack, he had already thrown away these people and fled. The elemental inspiration scroll is in the room outside the door.

If the Sylph Spider is not mistaken.

Brando slammed the door open, and the first thing that caught his eye was a set of mana potions on the table - of course he recognized these things, because these potions were made by him and Tamar together. So these are the mana potions that he resold to the auction house, and Brando couldn't help feeling cold.

Still found the wrong one.

But he was startled, and then he saw the box placed on the chair nearby. The young man's breath could not help but shorten slightly. He was seeing the familiar burnt yellow parchment lying quietly in the box.

There it was, the scroll that might save his life. If the second-level power is opened through the 'Holy Sword' card, even if it is temporary, Brando is confident that he will not be at a disadvantage in the face of gold-level power, at least - there is no problem in escaping. He immediately rushed over and grabbed the scroll, then bit his finger and smeared his blood on the center of the scroll.

Reaching the elemental contract is so simple——

The scroll glowed slightly, then began to burn from the edges. It is different from the fire in the mortal world. It comes from the realm of the fire element - the elemental fire of the Scorched Hell Babatar Abyss. It is also the fire of the contract. In Warend, both the angels in heaven and the devils in the world below use elemental fire to carve the mark of the contract. This tradition originated from the first contract between Martha and the Fire Elf King in the early days of the birth of the world. In fact, this tradition has not been encouraged throughout history. Even merchants in the human world used to stamp contracts on parchment before the Age of Chaos. Also affected by it.

After the Contract of Fire was established, the same pattern on the scroll randomly appeared on the back of Brando's hand. This is the pattern of elements, the symbol of the elementalist.

Brando carefully confirmed his elemental pattern and found that it was Eruin's most common fire pattern. He couldn't help but sigh. Originally, he thought that he should have something special. Not to mention Tumen's six-element sacred pattern, at least a three-series or four-series texture would be good. Single-series elementalists can be said to have the least future. An element makes.

But fortunately, he didn't change his job as an elementalist.

The reminder of the establishment of the contract was projected on his retina as before, a line of faint green words. Then his elemental pool was generated, each element has six grids of volume, the fire element has seven grids, and there is no light and dark elemental pool. Seeing this scene, Brando once again confirmed that this body did not have the potential to become an elementalist.

The player's elemental user has seventeen grids for each element and has a complete pool of light and dark elements. Even so, it is only the qualification of a revelator.

Of course, at least it's much better than Brando's state.

If I had to use any description to describe Brando's state, it would be that he was an ordinary person who was least suitable to be a wizard or an elementalist. He just picked up a piece of shit and opened a scroll of elemental revelation. Brando remembers that three fire elements are needed to cast a flame arrow. That is to say, if he is an elementalist - his element pool is only enough for him to cast secondary spells twice a week (*Twelve-ring spell system) In addition, spells that are not included in the circle are called secondary spells. Char's magic arrow is a typical secondary spell).

Although he had no intention of becoming an elementalist, Brando was still a little bit dumbfounded when he saw this nondescript elemental pool.

He coughed and suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. He didn't know if it was the young man with golden strength, but his heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to grab the mana potion on the table. But this time he caught an opportunity. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he realized that he no longer seemed to be in the auction house.

He found himself in an endless darkness——

The room, the table, the mana potion, and everything that should have existed disappeared, leaving only the vast expanse of darkness that had never been seen before. No, Brando suddenly remembered that he had seen such darkness in the game - that was when he died. He couldn't help but feel shocked. Could it be that he had died?

But this is no game——

So what is going on?

He couldn't help but look around, and the first thing he thought about was whether he was under an illusion. But let's not talk about whether this is unnecessary. At least there is no such illusion among the illusions he has heard of. Unless it is an illusion that directly affects the mind, but such an illusion will stimulate the indomitable talent, he cannot be aware of it at all.

But the next moment, Brando was stunned.

He saw a young man with black hair shawl and a pair of blood-red eyes like a ghost walking out of the darkness. The young man looked at him and smiled slightly, and his slender, woman-like hands gently brushed the clothes on his body. He was wearing a silver robe, and then smiled and said: "You look confused?"

Brando knew the robe on this young man, the robe of the Master of Elements, but the four interlaced bloody patterns on the sleeves of the robe made him slightly startled. Among high-level elemental envoys, those who master twelve-level spells become elf envoys, that is, they are envoys of the elf king. There is a pattern on the robe of the elemental master -.

The person with two patterns is the Grand Master of the Throne of Elements.

Those with three stripes are those monsters who have long been called sages.

What are the four stripes?

Brando only thought of one name, the Elemental Emperor, Tumen. This young man indeed fits the description of the Min'er people in mythology, with black hair and blood-eyed eyes, a follower of the Dark Dragon. But he hesitated for a long time, and he didn't dare to confirm whether this young man was the legendary figure. Tumen has been dead for thousands of years, hasn't he?

But the young man seemed to see the doubts in his heart and nodded with a smile: "I am Tumen."

"Are you Tumen?" Brando was so surprised that he even forgot about his situation for a moment: "Why are you here."

"That's not important, Brando." Tumen replied: "My last contractor passed away almost three hundred years ago, and the last person who carried these cards was unwilling to give up his path to knighthood. I didn’t expect that after just a few decades, there would be a new successor.”

He paused and smiled: "I mean, would you like to stop temporarily and listen to the story about the planeswalker?"

"Planeswalker?"

Brando was slightly startled.

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