Act 73 Brando’s Strategy

He turned around and saw the white-haired young man's frost-covered face.

The next thing that entered his field of vision were more than a dozen Jaderan heavy infantry behind the woods. The Jaderans were one of the most common mercenaries in Eruin - as if the vocation of these residents of the Abyssal Sea region was to be professional soldiers. In fact, this tradition has its origins. The eleven port city-states in the Jadran region have been at war with each other for years, and frequent wars have given rise to the profession of mercenaries.

A typical Jadran mercenary should at least wear a set of fine, heavy scale armor, carry a flame steel spear on his back, the spear is covered with a large shield half a man high, and a long sword and hand ax hang on his waist - that is what they Tools for eating, this is the only wealth that every Jadran inherits from their fathers.

Brando doesn't even need to remember the backgrounds in these past games, he is already familiar with them.

"What's going on?" he asked as he pulled the reins to slow down the horse.

"Those are obviously heavy infantry, sir..." Antitina's beautiful black gem-like eyes hid a hint of keen vigilance - she turned around and replied: "They put the heavy infantry behind, obviously they still don't believe it us."

Brando glanced behind him and suddenly had a sense of enlightenment. He smiled and said, "It's a normal reaction not to believe us."

"But."

The girl's questioning caused the white-haired young man to snort dissatisfiedly.

Brando glanced at this guy and asked, "Then what do you mean by putting these Jadelan mercenaries behind you?"

"It has nothing to do with you," Reddy replied neatly.

"Sir, it's like this. They walked too slowly in the forest." On the contrary, the thin young man he had seen in the morning tugged his sleeves and replied, "Mr. Macaro placed them in the forest." This is also to prevent emergencies, it’s not that I don’t believe you.”

"You kill two birds with one stone, I see." Brando showed a clear look, but he did not forget to tease: "But compared to you, some of your companions are not very good at talking."

Reddy's face immediately turned gloomy, and he walked away without saying a word, leaving the thin young man smiling bitterly. Brando looked at the young man and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Sanford."

"Sanford, doesn't it sound like a local name?"

"Because I was originally a baker's apprentice in Braggs... Of course, that was before I became a mercenary." The young man looked at them and asked, "Sir, from your accent, it seems like you are from there too?"

"I'm not, but they are." Brando chinned at Antitina and Miss Roman.

Sanford smiled shyly and looked at the girl riding side by side behind Brando. But Antitina turned her head and did not look at him. After all, she was from a noble family. Although she was down and out, she still had the arrogant and arrogant blood of the Eruin nobles flowing in her bones. She did not want to spend too much time with an ordinary person. deal with. But Roman didn't have this worry,

The merchant lady winked at the young man. She was from Butchi and could be considered a fellow villager.

"It's true that it can be explained in this way. But bringing heavy infantry to fight in the forest was originally ill-considered." Antitina turned her head and looked at the Jardran people at the edge of the forest.

But as soon as her words came out of her mouth, she immediately attracted a rebuttal.

"Madam, sir, you can't say that. This person needs to eat when he lives in this world. Mr. Macaro is kind enough to take us in, so naturally we must be loyal. Look, you've never heard of this. A mercenary will stay far away from leaving his comrades in danger and stay far away alone."

There was a sudden sound in the forest. An unshaven Judran mercenary came out of the woods behind with one hand on his shoulder and a dark pole. He shook his head and sighed with a thick accent from the Abyssal Region with a smile on his face.

Brando, Antitina and Roman looked back at this person together. The young man narrowed his eyes. The status of a person who can move freely at this time is not low in the mercenary group.

"Frank, commando captain." The Jadelan mercenary touched his nose and introduced himself.

"What is that?" Brando's eyes fell on the thing in his hand.

"The flintlock musket, this is my treasure." Frank patted the dark thing and smiled.

Brando does know that kind of thing, using discarded magic crystal shards as primers, and using active elemental probes to collide with the shards to ignite the gunpowder as a 'hot weapon belonging to this world'. The Offlanders began to field muskets thirty years ago and established two regiments of fusiliers; the dwarves were earlier, and their history of using matchlocks dates back to the Year of Silver.

Firearms are extremely powerful at close range, and the best flintlock muskets do nearly as much damage at fifty paces as their brass-tagged counterparts. Moreover, the tactics of concentrated use of firearms are also very mature in this era, but compared with the equally mature enchanted projection troops, it does not have a decisive advantage.

However, he knew that there were many mercenaries who liked to use firearms, especially handguns, but there were still a few who used rifles - you must know that there were no bayonets in this era. Brando glanced at this guy and thought that in the magical world, firearms did not change the subsequent war as profoundly as in his world. Gunpowder weapons were not popular, so he had no intention to study how the bayonet worked. of.

Antitina felt a little hot on one side of her face, "Vulgar mercenary——" she thought to herself, but she still asked warily on her face: "What did you mean by what you just said?"

"What I mean is that the kind of fighting style you mentioned is something that only a regular army would worry about. We are hard-working mercenaries, so we naturally have our own style - whether it is heavy infantry or light swords No matter whether they are soldiers or not, no matter what the circumstances, everyone must fight side by side. Your statement is correct, but reality must also be taken into consideration..." Frank replied respectfully. But although he looked respectful on the surface, it was not difficult to hear the disdain behind his words.

Antitina choked for a moment. She knew that her knowledge obtained from books would be shallow after all, but the young lady was still a little annoyed that she was taken for granted in person. The wealthy lady glanced at Brando, then looked back. The vigilance in her bright eyes had not faded, but instead she asked in a low voice: "Do you believe what they said, Mr. Brando?"

Brando looked at Frank and nodded.

"But."

"But what?" he asked.

"Do you really believe-" Antitina looked at him and asked with her eyes.

Brando smiled, said hello to Frank and Sanford, and then asked the horse to speed up. He did not answer, leaving only a shadow of his back to the noble daughter. But Antitina has always had a temperament that refuses to admit defeat. She also chased after them and asked while coughing: "Sir, I don't think they are normal."

"Why?"

"intuition."

"Where's little Roman, what do you say?" Brando asked without looking back.

"I don't know," Roman shook his head. "But my aunt said that explanations that are too general and too detailed are signs of a guilty conscience!"

Brando smiled slightly after hearing this, turned around and scratched her nose, and said with a smile: "You know it, but you still have to take a detour. What a cunning little fox."

"I really don't know!" Roman raised his eyebrows and defended hurriedly.

Antitina was so embarrassed around this flirting couple that she didn't know what to do, but she finally figured it out. Brando is not unclear at all, but too clear. It seems that he has long suspected the motives of these guys. It sounds like an excuse to say that the heavy infantry moved slowly, so they were placed behind the team. She breathed a sigh of relief at the thought.

"In that case," the noble daughter glanced at Roman and Brando, and asked with a red face, "What should we do?"

"Just adapt to circumstances." Brando replied.

At this moment, he had completely remembered the plot mentioned in the guide, but he thought that as long as these deliveries were not directed at him, everything would be easy. It's just that this matter itself has some troubles. He couldn't help but get a headache. He originally wanted to reduce some troubles. But he didn't expect to get himself involved in a new trouble. The only one to blame is why Macaro and Buga got into trouble with such a difficult opponent.

It is said that it is a competition between two mercenary groups, but it is better to say that the black hand behind the mercenary group named ‘Solitaire’ is eyeing the Gray Wolf mercenary group.

He couldn't help but look at the people around him. He was not worried about the fate of these people, but was thinking about how to get out of this trouble. But then again, it's a bit unusual that a small mercenary group would attract the attention of those guys.

Hey, Tree Shepherd—compared to Tree Shepherd, members of the All-Union Association are just like good, law-abiding citizens.

But what is the intention of the tree shepherd to target the 'Gray Wolf' mercenary group? Although he didn't want to cause trouble, Brando still subconsciously thought about the whole thing in a player's way of thinking. The mission process was given in the guide, but the specific details were very rough. Not to mention the background, which was not mentioned at all in the guide.

He knocked on his forehead, thinking that he had to find a way to escape before the Gray Wolf mercenary group fought against the tree shepherds. The mission boss of this mission is the divine envoy ‘Eaam’. The root of the word ‘Eaam’ is derived from ‘Eaam’ in the runic language system - a spell that symbolizes the vast mountains and boundless oceans. In ancient times, there was also a giant beast called 'Ekmen'. However, whether it exists in the Cruz myth or in the legends of the mountain people, it symbolizes walking between the mountains and forests - a huge , living and moving mountains.

The giant beast 'Ekmen' is a descendant of the mountain giant Garwitch. Legend has it that as long as it is connected to the earth, it will have endless life.

For Brando, the divine envoy 'Ekmen' is more like the name of a symbolic monster. Divine messengers are nothing more than monsters cultivated by legendary tree shepherds on the bodies of animals and humans using the blood of gods. Although they have such a sacred title, they are, like the golden magic tree, a product that distorts nature and blasphemies the gods. .

Brando couldn't help but remember his previous experience of fighting against the God of Heaven 'Amar' and the God of Darkness 'Black Lotus'. The former was almost level 50 in the form of an incomplete body. In a random encounter in one of your underground dungeons, my teammates fought against it, and they finally won after a hard fight. The latter is the true Perfect Divine Envoy, the sixty-seventh level leader elite, and the 'perfect' final BOSS of the main mission of Hero of Deldetar - at that time, they formed two groups to destroy this monster.

The God's Envoy is so terrifying that even an immature body at level 50 has the strength of a middle-level golden body. Brando has no idea of ​​​​fighting with it at all. However, he still had to take advantage. He looked at Buga and Macaro in front of him - in actual history, the 'Gray Wolf' mercenary group should have perished in this battle, but Macaro and the swordsman Buga But he didn't die, which in itself explains some problems.

As for what the problem is, it depends on the individual's perspective.

Anyway, Brando's mind became active.

Because you must know that the drop list of the Angel of Heaven includes the Spear of the Sky - Fana, which is one of the most advanced fantasy weapons around level 50. Its special attribute that ignores all physical defense capabilities made it famous for a while. The drop list of the God of Darkness even includes the 'Dark Side of the Moon' that has made countless Judge players crazy - the Dark Side of the Moon, a mythical weapon. Legend has it that this scythe was the weapon used by Descartes, the God of Death. Its properties all suggest this.

Beheading, there is a 100% chance of ignoring all protection and causing 50% of the non-leader unit's current life real damage as a terrifying attribute.

Annihilation, the damage caused by weapons with this attribute suppresses all healing effects (10%).

All in all, although the Divine Envoy is powerful, it also has another name - treasure house. The tree shepherds are so rich that only Martha knows how they got so many rare equipment. Of course, this is not the most outrageous thing. "The divine blood of heaven comes from Gamas, the god of the clouds. The divine blood of darkness comes from Elaine, the goddess of the abyss. The divine blood of earth comes from the co-lord of the mountains. The divine blood flows there." The giant Garwitch. Martha, how did they get the blood of these gods that have long since disappeared." Brando shook his head and murmured to himself.

After the dark ages, the gods in the sky have long passed away and become stars. This is the era of mortals. With the exception of Martha, the only god above all others, the world is no longer dominated by powerful forces with will.

Those who are called gods today are either false gods, or they are just the many stars in the sky called ‘rules’.

"What are you thinking about, sir?" Antitina noticed his distraction.

Brando shook his head and blurted out: "The power of mountains and rivers."

"The power of mountains and rivers?"

(To be continued)