Act 63 The King of the Underground (14)

"Ah!" The girl next to Ke Wen screamed.

But on the other side, Akane's eyes flashed with doubt.

The old swordsman advanced instead of retreating. He raised his sword in his right hand and collided head-on with Evarian's huge war hammer for the first time. A sharp and sharp sound of "ding" pierced the entire arena, and everyone couldn't help but subconsciously closed their eyes and covered their ears.

But the next moment, the teenagers in the cage were surprised to find that Kuran swept away the warhammer in Evarian's hand with a sword.

There is only one thought in everyone's mind: This is impossible!

Brando's heart skipped a beat. He had already expected that Kuran had been hiding his power, waiting for this final blow. But what really surprised him was that when the old man gave a backhand blow, only he and Medissa could clearly see the flash of blue light on the index finger of the other's right hand.

Wind bomb!

Brando subconsciously glanced at the same ring on his right index finger. Although fakes of Fenghou's rings are all over Warnd, is this too much of a coincidence?

He was distracted for a moment and missed the scene where Kuran quickly moved forward and lifted Evarian's helmet with his sword, and stabbed it into the opponent's throat. When he came to his senses, the dwarf lord's body had turned into white light and disappeared. But the old man didn't feel comfortable either. His eagerness to strike with his sword made him punch the opponent in the chest. Evarian's gauntlets were full of metal spikes. Not only did the force of the punch seep into and damage his lungs, but it also damaged his lungs. His chest was beaten to a bloody pulp.

But what was really fatal was the exhaustion of physical strength. After the old man won the victory, he could no longer hold on. He supported himself on the ground with his sword and took a long breath to recover.

Then Kuran pointed to the outside, and one of the cages containing the teenagers opened the door.

"Come out, Qiaoka, why are you here?" the old man asked breathlessly.

"Captain Curran?"

The teenagers were stunned. They were at a loss for a moment. They didn't understand why Kuran would save them first? But they didn't know that the guard captain was not the same as Brando.

The old man coughed. He was seriously injured and would have been dead long ago on an ordinary person. But he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. It was covered in blood, but he didn't care.

"Okay, stay here for a while." He waved to the teenagers: "What does this matter have to do with you? I will ask you later."

Qiaoka and Maher suddenly became speechless.

Although Kuran saved them, they were captured in two groups. Now Ke Wen and several other companions are still locked in a cage - but it seems that Kuran rescued them just to understand the reason why the whole thing happened, and the old guard captain does not seem to intend to challenge the next time. .

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that the old man was unable to continue fighting.

Even though Maher and Ke Wen often ridicule each other on weekdays, these teenagers have deep feelings for each other. It is a bit difficult for them to accept that they should just abandon their companions.

So what if it's hard to accept? There was nothing they could do but stand there bewildered.

"You go first, Qiao Ka." The thin young man said to his companions without much panic on his face.

"Kevin."

"As far as I can go, I'll figure out the rest."

"What can I do?" Qiao Ka asked.

"I don't know." Ke Wen replied truthfully.

But Kuran didn't care what these teenagers were saying. He knew Choka and Maher simply because they were familiar with them. However, in his eyes, this was just a group of gangsters in the town of Shafrund who did not do their job properly, and it really did not fit his vision.

"Mortal, do you want to continue the challenge?"

A huge and majestic voice roared over the arena——

"No!"

The old man refused the next challenge. He limped towards the edge of the arena and said loudly to Brando: "How about the Tobbs boy?"

Brando looked here and shrugged.

But the old man came over and threw the sword in his hand to Brando: "Then, I'll lend you this sword - it's your turn next. Let me see if that old stubborn descendant has made any progress!"

Then he looked Brando up and down: "Are you his son?" He shook his head, "Not quite, grandson? But it seems that you are only in your early twenties, and you have actually entered the golden field. From this point of view, it’s just as good as that guy——”

"The general has no descendants." Kuran shook his head, as if he was lamenting that he had no descendants.

When Brando heard this, he almost trembled and threw the sword he had just caught. What do you mean, he has actually entered the golden realm. From this point of view, he is as good as your grandfather - he never does. Knowing that his grandfather was a gold-level swordsman - no, wait!

It should be said that according to the other party's words, I am afraid it is far more than the gold level! He knows his own affairs well. He went from white to gold in just half a year because of cheating. But if his grandfather also entered gold at the age of twenty, he must at least be an apocalypse!

Brando slapped his forehead. He couldn't accept this information. In his memory of this world, his grandfather's generation moved his family to Prague from other places. As for where he came from, he didn't know, and Brando didn't ask.

All I know is that my grandfather used the money he brought to buy a piece of land in Butchi, and then built a mill on the outskirts of Prague. Although he had no background, his life was not tight.

Otherwise, young people like Brando would either go to the fields or become apprentices at this age, and they would not be able to leisurely go to Butchi to live alone.

Now that I think about it, my grandmother is indeed not like an ordinary girl, because she is not only literate, but also knows many things. The mother is a Calderego native, born into a local aristocratic family, and her status is even more prominent——

To be honest, Brando has wondered why a noble daughter would marry his father. You must know that no matter how wealthy a miller is, the gap between blood and status is generally insurmountable.

Brando thought about it and suddenly realized that the soul in his body seemed to have never really understood his family and origin.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you know him?"

"I have dealt with him for a while, that old stubborn man," the old man replied: "Back then, I was just a young man about your age. I just came out of the countryside of Togo. I said I was a knight, but in fact I was just a wild boy. But your grandfather graduated from the Noble Military Academy, with a formal academic background, and is not afraid of jokes. I was his subordinate for a period of time at that time——"

He wanted to continue, but at this moment a huge voice from above the arena interrupted their conversation:

"The next challenger!"

Kuran raised his head and glanced above the arena.

Brando also put his thoughts aside. A person may meet all kinds of people in his life, but often only a few people will still leave an impression on you decades later, and they will often be remembered through a subtle connection. . He guessed that the relationship was not as simple as Kuran said, not to mention that when he looked at his right index finger, two identical rings made his suspicions deepen.

Back in Butchi, he had doubted that no matter how common a fake the Wind Queen's ring was, it would never fall into the hands of an ordinary miller. Moreover, when he later asked the cripple about the ring in Braggs, the latter's strange attitude Also called him suspicious.

This suspicion was once shelved, but today it reappeared in front of him through the old man's reminder.

He looked at Kuran and thought that as long as the old man was still in his hands, he would have plenty of opportunities to understand all this. It seems that he - or should I say Brando's grandfather is really not a simple person.

Then Brando and Medisa looked at each other, and he said in his heart: "Come on."

The little Silver Elf princess replied in her heart: "Yes, Lord Lord."

The two of them walked side by side towards the arena. As soon as they walked, the entire arena fell silent.

Two people? Those teenagers were okay, but Yuta and Kuran were stunned. They knew that Brando and Medisa were strong, at least gold or above. This was against the rules.

"You two?" The old man hurriedly called them from behind.

Brando didn't answer.

Naturally, Medissa would not say a word, but followed the young man slowly to the center of the field. After the two stood still, they waited there quietly.

But Kuran was just stunned for a moment before he guessed the origin of the little silver elf princess. He suddenly remembered that the elemental power that Medissa showed when fighting him was clearly the 'soul'.

However, there is only one type of existence in this world that uses the soul as an element of power, and that is the undead of Madara.

Undead!

The old man suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Medisa was so desperate during the landslide, because the undead had no fear at all. But why would there be undead following this young man? The first thing he thought of was the necromancer, but this was obviously not correct.

First of all, a gold-level necromancer cannot summon an undead of equal strength. Secondly, there is no purple or cyan light that represents the fire of the soul in Brando's eyes.

Kuran suddenly took a breath of air, "Heroic Spirit!" He immediately guessed whether Brando was a trainee Flame Knight of the temple?

The Flame Knights are the strongest fighting force in the Temple of Fire and belong to the eleventh level organization - each Flame Knight is accompanied by the soul of an ancient hero from the War of Saints. These heroes are all from the past. The knights who followed the Fire King Gilt - The Poem of Blue records that the Fire King Gilt had 232 knights, so the number of Fire Knights has never exceeded 200.

But he immediately shook his head. There were no silver elves among the knights following Gilt, the King of Fire.

The old man was wondering, and the teenagers on one side of the arena were also whispering:

"It's over." Joka couldn't help but sigh as soon as Brando and Medisa entered the scene.

"Can you say a few less frustrating words? It's over, hasn't the fight started yet?" Although he was not sure whether the other party would save Ke Wen, when Maher heard what his companion said, he first frowned unhappily. frowned.

"Have you forgotten?" Qiaoka turned around and said: "If you exceed that black iron level, two people cannot play together. What does this mean?"

Maher suddenly choked, which of course shows that Brando is actually a guy with little strength! They couldn't help but cast their eyes on Ke Wen in the cage. The thin young man had no expression on his face, but the girl next to him had a gloomy expression.

"Damn it, I didn't expect this guy to be an embroidered pillow!" Maher said angrily: "It's useless, I thought he was so powerful!"

"Don't you always say he's not great, Maher?" someone among the teenagers whispered.

However, these words naturally earned a fierce glare from the tall young man.

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