Act 157 Dawn(10)

The violent flash even penetrated the barrier formed by the power of the soul, as if the entire space was vibrating, thunder rolled in, and an electric ring swept across in all directions——

There was a "crackling" sound of electricity, and the young man who was quietly confronting the undead lord Kabasi suddenly felt something strange. He looked down at the velvet on his woolen coat, and he raised his head again. , on the streets and even on the buildings and ruins on both sides, electric arcs suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. Blue-white electric sparks extended forward along all conductors, making crackling explosions.

Brando was slightly startled, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.

He turned back, but there was still calm in the fog ahead, but this strange silence made him feel a little vigilant. He walked forward. When he moved, Kabasi also moved, and a tall skeleton came out of the ruins and blocked him. Brando raised his eyelids and glanced at this guy, and asked angrily: "What, haven't you learned enough lessons?"

Kabasi opened his jaw and smiled silently: "You might as well give it a try."

The young man's face darkened, and the long sword popped out of its sheath with a clang. It was Akane's sword, and he felt a little lighter when he took it. But even so, his mere action of drawing the sword still forced Kabasi to take a step back. It can be seen that this undead lord is very taboo about his weird elements, but he is still determined to keep him here.

Brando frowned. Kabasi's cunning was beyond his expectation. He really didn't dare to attack rashly without being sure what was happening ahead. He does have a white deer statue in his hand that can be used for reconnaissance, but the undead wizard Roscoe who is hiding in the dark opposite him has a much deeper knowledge of magic than him. I'm afraid he won't be able to gain favor by playing such a little trick in front of him. .

Why didn’t Medisa report the situation?

The feeling in Brando's heart was directed forward, but it was as if his eyes were entering the fog, without any response. He took a breath, and it was at this time that a familiar, weak voice finally sounded in his heart:

"Lord, time is limited, I will keep my story short. There is also an undead general who is very strong, ahem...his name is Bai..." This was Medisa's voice.

But the sound stopped suddenly.

white?

This name made Brando's mind roar, why is this guy here? When he thought of the cold metal mask behind that name, the cold hairs behind him couldn't help but stand up. If he guessed correctly, there was only one general in the Insta Dragon camp who would be called this, and that was the Black Knight, Judge White Tiamas Qiu Yue, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. But this guy is Tagus' deputy.

Aren't Tagus and Madara supposed to be fighting Eruin's Southern Army further south? What's going on?

If it were just to sign an alliance with Grudin or even Denel, there would be no need for such a heavyweight to intervene. What conspiracy are these damn undead plotting here?

Countless thoughts flashed through Brando's mind. Bai's appearance caught him a little off guard, but the young man at least remained calm on the surface. He raised his head, glanced at Kabasi coldly, and then approached with a long sword - the tall skeleton's eyes flashed with yellowish soul fire, and it seemed that he didn't quite understand why Brando seemed to suddenly change. Gotta get excited. But it has only one mission, and that is to stop this young man.

Kabasi's body was slightly stooped, and he had already grasped the short spear in his paws.

Facing this difficult guy, Brando gritted his teeth. Now that the situation has reversed, he has no time to struggle with this guy here. He lowered his face and said coldly: "Kabais, if you still want to return to the Hill of the Dead to run your own territory, I will finally give you You have one chance." In desperation, Brando didn't mind calling out the other party's background.

Kabasi's eyes flashed with fire: "Are you familiar with us?"

Brando didn't seem to hear it. He threw the long sword away; there was a sound of metal colliding with the ground, and then the young man raised his head and stared at the other party without saying a word.

It's like looking at a dead thing.

Kabasi cracked his jaw and smiled sarcastically: "Why, young human, do you want to surrender?"

"Kabais, you idiot, be careful-" Roscoe's voice came from the street.

"how?"

"Be careful, he has magic power fluctuations!" the young necromancer reminded him angrily.

Kabasi was stunned and couldn't help but look at Brando, who was motionless. But while it was wary of the other party's sudden attack, it stretched out its fingers with only knuckles left and pointed forward: "You mean, this young man in his early twenties is not only a gold-level swordsman, he is also a wizard. ? Roscoe, are you stupid for learning necromancy?" The tall skeleton asked in a joking tone.

Roscoe's voice fell silent. In fact, even he himself felt it was a little impossible. Because even the chosen ones can never do everything. Some people may have outstanding talents, but time is always limited. A gold-level swordsman in his early twenties who also has the identity of a wizard is simply a fantasy. I am afraid that only the sages in the War of Saints have such strength.

But what kind of existence are sages?

King of Fire Gilt, Queen of the Winds Saint Osor, Great Priest Faenzan, Saint Airanta, the four sages who led the various races to defeat the Dragon of Darkness in the War of Saints, which one is not the one who rules? The true king. Even Loki, the Lord of Eternal Death who held a mercury staff to unify Madala, could only bow his head and submit to these people. It was difficult to compare with him in terms of strength or reputation.

It’s just that neither Roscoe nor Kabasi guessed it. They were not wrong, but the magic fluctuations in Brando did not come from the wizard——

But a planeswalker.

Brando lowered his eyelids and silently searched his elemental pool. In fact, since he first opened the elemental pool, his elemental pool has basically not changed at all: ten cells for fire elements, eight cells for other elements, and still no light and dark elements. pool. Looking at such an almost semi-disabled elemental pool, the young man couldn't help but sigh secretly - relying on such meager strength, he had no ability to change the situation - Brando closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

So, this is the only way left.

And at the same moment. When Kabasi saw Brando closing his eyes and standing there motionless, instead of taking the initiative to attack, he took a step back slightly with some uncertainty; in the previous battle between the young man and it, The strange element cast a deep psychological shadow on the tall skeleton. Although the undead did not have the emotion of fear, they did not have the habit of sending them to their doorstep to teach others a lesson.

Especially for a high-ranking undead lord like Kabasi, first of all, the conservative honor of the dark nobles does not allow it to do this.

"The magic is gathering, Kabasi." Roscoe finally couldn't help but speak. The magic power surrounding Brando has exceeded the limit of the magic power that an intermediate wizard can possess, and is heading straight to the advanced level. It is about to break through the boundary between black iron and silver. There was a clicking sound in Kabasi's chest, and it replied angrily: "I know, I feel it too, don't worry-"

Indeed, a Silver level wizard has nothing to worry about.

However, the sight of a gold-level swordsman and a silver-level wizard still made the undead pair feel a little confused about what words they should use to describe themselves. Roscoe even doubted whether it was a wrong choice for them to come here to cause trouble for this young man. The potential was endless! He couldn't believe that he could actually witness the birth of such a genius.

But Brando finally opened his eyes again, and his light brown eyes were calm. At that moment, Roscoe and Kabasi both felt keenly that the young man's momentum had changed. It is no longer the coldness caused by the elements, but a state that embraces all things——

"Four o'clock, the Matatanians call it: Dark Slumber, which is the stage when everything and everything rests." Brando raised his eyelids and glanced at the tall skeleton general: "If I remember correctly, The day that the undead call midnight is the time of day when the power of darkness is strongest. Am I right, Kabasi?"

"ha?"

Kabasi held the short spear in his hand tightly and uttered a meaningless syllable from his chest.

"Nothing," Brando shook his head: "I just want to say that before the sun grew, the world was indeed dark -" He raised his hand and threw it forward - in the eyes of Kabasi and others, it was clearly empty. One thing, but Brando seemed to have really thrown out a card that shone with the glimmer of fate: "But the darkness is also good for me!"

The card fell to the ground.

"Destiny Card: Lubis's Mercenary, discard it back to the card library and reset it to enter the field!"

The wind elemental pool was emptied in an instant. Then, in the shocked eyes of Kabasi and Roscoe, twelve mercenaries appeared accompanied by twelve first-layer magic circles on the street, and the Lubis mercenaries who had just entered looked at each other, not understanding for a moment. What exactly happened. But only Hu Que reacted first, and he immediately asked in his heart:

"Sir, what's going on? Did you reset the deck?"

Brando nodded.

But Kabasi's eyes swept over these mercenaries one by one, and the soul fire in his eyes swayed slightly: "I didn't expect that you are still a summoner, a young human. With the strength of the silver level, you can summon twelve black men at once. I have never seen such a summoning spell for an iron-level combat creature. You are indeed no ordinary person, Brando, or Viscount Gunstine. But-" The tall skeleton changed the subject, and spoke in a hoarse, low voice. He asked in a loud voice: "Do you think that adding twelve more black iron-level combat capabilities can change the situation of the battle?"

Kabasi shook his head and sneered silently.

It's just that the young man didn't seem to hear what he said. He had already made a plan in his mind. He turned around and his eyes fell on the wild elf sisters——

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