Act 101 The Perfect Plot Line

A perfect plot line in one hundred and one scenes (the third update is over and the work is over, will continue tomorrow)

Maybe I should say that.

The battle is over before it even begins.

The high-ranking Black Fire Cultist who was ranked high in Silver was as helpless as a newborn chick in front of the Phoenix Guard Elf Heavy Infantry who had mastered the power of the elements. The Silver Elf nation has been a proud race that highly values ​​combat skills throughout its long life. Their heavy infantry is not just as simple as having outstanding physical fitness and well-equipped equipment. When you face a people who have been improving themselves for hundreds of years, You can imagine how helpless you feel when fighting against skilled warriors.

A look or a subtle movement is enough to betray all your intentions in the eyes of the most elite warriors of the Silver Elves. Brando couldn't help but laugh when he saw that there were even high-level Black Fire cultists trying to show off their pitiful fighting skills in front of these elven warriors. Not to mention these poor people, even with his experience, he did not dare to show off their pitiful fighting skills in front of these elven warriors. Making mistakes in front of fighting machines - For Silver Elves, fighting is an art and the supreme pursuit of beauty.

Vulgar, so vulgar.

The Silver Elves were simply incredible. They did not expect that hundreds of years later, the servants of darkness would use such crude fighting skills to fight against them. You must know that seven centuries ago, the Dark Dragon, the Miner and other servants were the most powerful enemies of all intelligent creatures. They mastered the most advanced civilization, the most profound magic and the most amazing fighting skills. They have always We are not hostile to civilization, because that brutal and dark rule itself once represented the most advanced civilization in the world.

The fighting skills of the people of darkness were once so intoxicating that many compatriots turned to darkness. Unexpectedly, only a few hundred years later, they had already regressed to this point. No, this can hardly be called a fighting skill.

It was simply unbearable.

The Black Fire Cultists obviously did not expect that their last burst of resistance would actually arouse the anger of the Silver Elf. In fact, it's not just them. I'm afraid everyone present except Brando will be ashamed of the Silver Elf's views at this moment. Yes, after experiencing the Saint's War, civilization did not progress, but retreated. The supreme force wielded by both sides in the past war has now become a legend among myths.

But no matter what others think, the battle is still settled the moment before it actually begins. As if in the blink of an eye, the Black Fire Cultists had turned into cold corpses on the ground. Black blood flowed out from the headless, cold bodies, spreading along the uneven ground in the forest, like a line. A vein of growing black blood vessels.

The white-haired young man seemed to be pinned to the spot by an invisible force, his mouth wide open, and there was a cracking sound in his throat, but he couldn't say a word.

After a long time, a crisp sound came from the scene. Everyone turned around subconsciously, only to see that the giant sword in the hand of the big man among the Gray Wolf mercenaries fell to the ground with a clang, and he himself seemed to be unconscious, looking at the new ones with a look of shock. A whole group of elven guards stopped. Twenty Templars who have civilized the elements, Martha is the best, Eruin's power is nothing more than this

The Gray Wolf mercenaries couldn't help but look at Brando, and their hearts were shocked. Who could have twenty Templar knights as guards? Could it be that this young man is actually a prince from Cruz who just passed by here by chance? Although this guess is a bit ridiculous, it seems to be easier to accept than the fact that twenty living Templar Knights appeared in front of him. Some.

But just when everyone was in a daze, the red-haired girl suddenly put down her spear and stood between the silver elf warrior and the white-haired young man.

Her meaning was very clear, she was unwilling to let these elves kill Reddy.

The red-haired girl raised her head, her lips pursed, her face a little solemn. She already knew that she was definitely no match for any of these elf warriors, but even so, this knowledge still could not make the fighting spirit in her eyes fade away.

Her center of gravity sank slightly, and she leaned forward, already assuming a posture ready for a fight - like a female leopard about to explode.

"Akane?"

The girl's action was so familiar that it almost made Sanford and others think that it was the same Akane who was willing to fight for anyone in the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group in the past.

"Qian, that guy is a traitor, why do you still protect him?" The big man couldn't help shouting.

"Only this time -" the red-haired girl said through gritted teeth, but then she shook her head as if to get the thought out of her mind: "Only this last time, I can't watch him die here."

"Akane?" Reidy was stunned. This time, even he seemed to see the shadow of the original Akane in the girl's back.

"Get out of here!" the red-haired girl said angrily: "Go find Mr. Conrad."

Reddy was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing and ran backwards, crawling on the ground.

But when Brando saw this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. His knowledge is so rich that he captured the struggle of this 'Red Knight' in an instant - the rejection reaction. This shows that the girl's own consciousness has not completely disappeared. What she said before was entirely based on her own consciousness. Otherwise, how could such a cold and heartless life form as the God Envoy take the initiative to protect others? This shows that this God Envoy is still a newborn body.

Realizing this, Brando suddenly understood why the red knight Milfit eventually turned into a ghost knight. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart - he had the courage to risk his existence to fight against God. Invasion of blood, this girl really has a lot of character, he couldn't help but feel a little in awe at the thought of this.

But respect, respect, that disgusting arrogant man can't let go. Brando is not someone who likes to let the tiger go back to the mountain. This guy has made it clear that he wants to go around without finishing his meal. Who knows if he will transform into Ultraman or something next time to cause trouble for him? Even if the opponent does not have the aura of the protagonist, if he hurts Roman or others around him, wouldn't it be regrettable?

He made a decisive gesture, and the meaning was very clear: knock that girl unconscious and kill the bastard behind her.

The elf commander next to Brando was slightly stunned. He glanced at the young lord in surprise for the first time. The gesture Brando made before was not simple. It was one of the gesture commands often used by ancient commanders in the War of the Saints. These gesture commands have evolved considerably to this day. In this era, you know There are not many people left who made those gestures seven centuries ago.

But surprise is one thing. The commander still conveyed this instruction quickly and professionally with a cold face.

no doubt--

Wanting to escape under the care of twenty Templar Knights is obviously a whimsical thing. Even if there is a gold-level being on the side to coordinate, the result will not change.

…

Balo Gang, a relic left behind by the Silver Elf retreat before the Year of Glory——

Lizardman Commander Heyukiel occupies one of the largest halls in the ruins. This hall was probably used by the silver elves in the past era for worship and important ceremonies. However, like other buildings, it was abandoned when several Centuries later, this once majestic and glorious hall has now become dilapidated. And probably out of an instinct, or a manifestation of incomplete evolution-the lizard people still haven't been able to break away from some habits of their close relatives, just like Heyukiel himself still maintains a strong sense of territoriality-this hall It has long been regarded as his personal property, and anyone who dares to get his hands on it is tantamount to challenging his authoritative position among this group of lizard bandits.

But what makes Hürkir proud is his own aesthetics that he has always admired. Compared to those stinky guys, he can naturally keep this hall clean like a truly civilized person - the center of the hall is covered with the same red carpet as it was hundreds of years ago, with some different styles placed around it. All kinds of furniture snatched from who knows where. The furniture was not piled together with any regularity, but Heyukier was particularly fond of this fact, and it was he who ordered his men to move them and pile them together.

So that he can enjoy it every day.

When Conrad and the Dark Priest of the Black Fire Cult opened the door and entered this hall, the three of them snorted coldly. The latter is because they don’t want to see these two annoying faces at all, and the former is because they disdain the vulgar aesthetics of this reptile with undeveloped limbs and an uncomplex brain. At least this mercenary captain can’t see it. What is the difference between this hall and a garbage dump?

"Donald, I heard - Mattris - you died there," Heyoukier adjusted the collar of his trench coat - he snatched it from a passing nobleman, with a wrinkled face. Baba's long face was full of pity and he said: "What a pity, fake news, that's one."

"One last reminder, my name is Conrad." The mercenary leader was really not in the mood to correct Cruz's weird grammar that he didn't know where he learned it from. He just reminded the lizard not to use retroflex on purpose. Come read his name.

"It's all the same." Heyoukiel looked at the Black Fire Cult priest behind him and asked with a proud look on his face: "I thought - you wouldn't come - you."

Conard snorted coldly: "You are here to investigate the tomb of the Silver Elf King. In fact, I think you are very happy being a bandit." He looked around: "You grab these Are these things worth a lot of money?"

Lizardman Heyoukiel's face wrinkled deeper and he shook his head: "No, no. Do business - I'm here."

"So what did you find?"

"I found something. But - not much - progress." Heyoukil kept shaking his head: "We can't get close to the surrounding - the temple, but this thing - help me - Okay." It stretched out a thin hand, grabbed a necklace and shook it: "Wizard, I need some."

Conrad and the Dark Priest glanced at each other. This lizard was pretending to be a local emperor here under the guise of investigating the King's Tomb. Almost everyone thought so, but they didn't expect that it was really doing business here. But now is not the time to be anxious about this matter. The mercenary leader reorganized what he wanted to say and said, "That's not a problem, but now we have something to ask you to help with."

"Once - I have already helped you." Heyoukiel said unhappily. He sent a message to attract the Gray Wolf mercenary group, which had already attracted the attention of other adventurers around him.

"It's good for you." Dark Priest whispered.

"Benefits - how are they?"

"A big fish." Conrad looked serious.

…

There was a muffled sound of ‘pop’.

Brando grabbed the young man's white hair and pressed his head into the soil, causing the other person to let out a scream. Judging from the information revealed by Reddy, the facts are already obvious. Although Brando is least willing to accept this result, he still has to admit that the plot has changed here.

The other party has already targeted him——

In fact, he should have thought of this a long time ago. He changed the steps to complete the task, and the entire plot naturally reversed. The previous guide did not mention the betrayal of the red ghost knight and Reddy at all, nor did it mention that the leader of the card mercenary Conrad would take the lead in heading to the Balogan ruins. In other words, the other side has completely given up tracking Buga, Macaro and his group, and has instead devoted all its efforts to searching for his existence.

All this is an illusion deliberately created by that damn cunning fox. Although Brando was furious, he had to admit that the other party's plan was very successful and caused him a lot of trouble. It also made him very angry and had serious consequences.

Antitina said nothing after listening to Reddy's description. It took a long time before she suggested on the side: "Should we retreat temporarily, Lord Lord?"

But Brando waved his hand.

If you cause trouble for him, be prepared to pay the price. Well, this plot seemed to be the so-called final route of 100 completion levels. At this time, he calmed down and wanted to see how powerful these damn Black Fire Cultists were. Isn't it just a plot with the highest completion level? Brando said heartily that it's not like I haven't experienced it before. I want to see how Master Martha you plan to reward me for this completion level.

However, while he was raging, Sanford carefully leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Sir, what should I do with Qian?"

Brando turned around and saw the future Miss Ghost Rider lying on the side as if she was asleep, while several elf warriors were guarding beside her - kill? This is obviously impossible. Not to mention what the newly joined Gray Wolf mercenaries think, even he himself would not agree. Just kidding, Akane has already been connected with Yongge Taoka. If her fate is irreversible, the best outcome is the same as Medisa.

However, since he is a newborn divine envoy, and according to Reddy's description, it seems to have been sealed by a lower-level priest, he might still be saved. Brando is not a madman who wants to seal a person into a card when he sees it. If he can rescue this very unique lady, he would be willing. What's more, he might be able to have a subordinate with golden strength out of thin air.

So he replied without thinking: "Take him with you. After all, he is your companion. Maybe he can be saved."

"Really?" Sanford was startled, and then asked excitedly.

Brando nodded: "I can only give it a try."

The young man nodded quickly, of course he understood that Akane's state was definitely not normal.

"Where is this guy?" Antitina looked at Reddy who was pressed to the ground and chewing mud with some disgust, and asked in a low voice.

Hearing these words, the white-haired young man seemed to have regained strength all over his body. He struggled to raise his head, his face covered with tears mixed with mud, and shouted with all his strength: "You promised, as long as I tell you, you Don’t kill me—"

"I keep my word." Brando nodded.

He clapped his hands and stood up