The Amber Sword

148 Act 139th Male Wolf (second more)

Brando didn't bother to care about the spoiled aristocracy, he looked up and carefully looked at the direction of the black wolves. As soon as Warder's men and guards retreated, the black wolves really became irritable.

It was only a few moments before these beasts came up-and the eleven black wolf lords were swimming in the distance like sharks in the black tide, and Brando saw that they were driving his own kind forward , Intending to surround them.

Brando was rude. At first, in order to be less noticeable, he hid the summoned aeolian spider in the forest on one side. But at this moment he took a trick, and more than two hundred golden light spots immediately rose from the forest like a bomber. They rose into the sky and dived towards the black wolf group. Each dive was a golden beam of light. .

Brando did not retain the firepower this time, and he directly emptied all the blows. More than one hundred beams of light flickered one after another in the night, and each time they flickered, several black wolves turned to ashes.

With no expression on his face, he saw the experience figures running down the retina like a waterfall, which looked spectacular, but not much.

But the source of these experiences on the actual battlefield is a bit heinous.

When the golden beam of light was most dense, it was almost woven into a large net. Under the command of Brando, the optical net extended a little bit backwards. Any black wolf that passed through the golden grid immediately burned and turned into a ball. The dazzling flares, one after another, among the wolves, were so fierce that they turned into a dazzling white spot.

The burning black wolf continued to advance, but took a few steps with inertia to turn into a mass of asphalt-like burning matter. Countless black wolf repeated this process, and finally the light net flickered slightly and then disappeared.

The whole process only lasted the blink of an eye.

At the next moment, Huade and his centaur stopped at the same time. The elder guards of these centaurs have seen the worst battles in the Black Forest. They even had the experience of fighting the earth dragon, but this time they couldn't help it. Qi took a breath.

Extending nearly a hundred feet forward from where they stopped--

The black wolves that had been as dense as the tide were gone, leaving only a scorched ash in the air.

It seemed as if it was only one breath time, hundreds of black wolves died in smoke, and even the black wolf in the distance was frightened by this terrible offensive and became hesitant.

5250 points experience.

Brando was unmoved. He once again paid 2 points to fill the consumption of Holy Sword Art. The Wind Spirit Spider became bright in mid-air-it seemed to be waiting for the approach of the more than ten Black Wolf Lords. Step by step.

But the black wolf still lingered.

"Hurry up!" Brando heard Ward loudly command his subordinates in the distance. Indeed, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

But Brando didn't do that.

He raised his head, his eyes crossed the black waves and fell beyond the limits of vision, a misty area on the battlefield.

Beside him, the tree elf leader Quinill also looked in that direction--

"There is a wolf," Quinill said.

Brando nodded, and the response of the wolves all showed that. He did not use holy swordsmanship to open a channel in the black wolf tide-like offensive-that is the task of Centaur Elder Ward-but to see the response of the wolf pack.

But the response of the black wolf seemed quite 'reasonable'.

However, Brando understands that real monsters are not like this. Monsters are creatures that are distorted by magic, especially low-level monsters such as the black wolf. They are violent and lacking in reason. It is better to be an individual as a whole.

The injured black wolf can only be more violent.

But they retreated.

This shows that the black wolf is deliberately avoiding harm. To do this, only the head wolf in the wolf group, the male wolf, will consciously order the wolf group because the male wolf has the intelligence of a human being. Reduce losses.

However, this reasonable response revealed the existence of the king among the wolves.

Just a moment later.

A long wolf howl suddenly sounded on the misty battlefield in the night. This scream was different from the ordinary black wolf, loud and stern, as if to announce something.

"It found that we found it." Quiniel's complexion changed, and he took a long bow and whispered.

The black wolves began to surge--

Brando nodded again. The beast was cunning, probably guessing his intention. This feels a bit creepy, especially when you know that a beast has the same wisdom as you and plan to bite your throat.

I can't help but have a feeling of cold hair upright behind.

At least Brando saw that the face of Carglis, who had always been fearless and fearless, had changed: "A beast is so smart?" The aristocratic youth from Mintai couldn't help but question.

The tree elf leader raised his finger and compared a snoring gesture: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh----- ohhhhhhh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh), the smurf

"That's a male wolf. Don't question its prestige, be careful it cuts your throat in your sleep." The tree elf whispered.

This time it wasn't just Carglis, this weird tone caused a cold war between Genos and Roland around him.

Brando saw it without feeling funny.

This is the male wolf.

In the Black Forest, such a legend has been circulating:

Every one hundred years, each bimonthly shines together—the year of tidal cycle. In this year, the young wolves born under the red moonlight will eat their siblings, parents, and grow into The average wolf is strong, outstanding and more cunning and ferocious.

The male wolf.

Another legend mentions that the male wolf is the spouse of the wolf disaster Esis. They mate after the summer, and future generations will walk like humans, that is, the scourge that has not been eradicated in the Black Forest for thousands of years-Night Shadow.

Either way, it depicts the deceit and cruelty of the male wolf.

And the fact is exactly the same--

Brando looked at the misty battlefield, his eyes seemed to penetrate the mist.

"Antitina." Then he said.

"Well?" The noble girl took a breath, and she turned back, her face pale.

Antinina seemed very nervous, and the low and roaring rushes around her made her barely hear her heartbeat—encircled by the endless black wolf tide in the middle, as if on a small boat in the rough sea, at any time Are likely to be overturned by a wave.

In fact, everyone is almost the same, and those young people's faces are not necessarily good to see there.

Besides, the pungent scorching smell was permeated in the air, and the aristocratic lady from Braggs couldn't help feeling nauseous as long as she thought of how this smell came.

But she resisted the desire to vomit, dragged her skirt with one hand to avoid getting dirty, and followed up with Brando and asked, "Master, is there anything wrong?"

"I remember the potion I made is with you?"

"Yes."

"Give me the gray bottle."

When Antitina heard the words, she immediately opened a small purse on her waist. Brando saw that the various potions were neatly at least inside, carefully classifying them. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, at least he did it himself. Less than that.

Even if he was a 130-level veteran, Brando was still used to putting all the potions together randomly, as if there would be a surprise when they were taken out.

However, in the game most of the time, taking the wrong bottle of potion is life-threatening, especially when you want to find a bottle of Holy Water No. 7 when your life is dying, but you can turn it over and take out a bottle of ketchup.

You know how embarrassing it is.

But this bad problem has been with him for many years, Brando has never been willing to change, but now he finds that he has at least one assistant who can help him change this.

Antitina took the third test tube from the left. The entire process took less than a second, and the bottle of medicine was handed to Brando.

"Antinina," Brando took the potion and couldn't help saying.

"Well?" The noble girl stunned slightly.

"I think it's better than Tia," he replied, unplugging the wooden stopper from the test tube, "you and Furuo are more like sisters-but who is a sister and who is a sister?"

Antitina glared at him, but did not forget to buckle the bag carefully.

Brando looked up at the battlefield--the fog seemed to become richer--as if the endless black beasts, the beasts with red eyes were pouring out of the fog, and they began to approach again, The situation on the battlefield is changing.

Could this pack of wolves be foggy?

Brando knew that every male wolf had a unique name and possessed their unique abilities. Legend has it that the male wolf can walk through the vast mist, taking away the lives of those travelers who have lost their way in the white mist.

He frowned. The male wolf of the Department of Nature was the hardest to deal with. He was more willing to deal with the Department of Physics than he was. For example, blood claws and frost bites are much simpler.

Pity.

Brando cursed, the wolf's slyness was beyond his expectation. I did not expect that the druids had such a large frontal battle or did not attract the two wolf together, and their team was even The male wolf looked very hard.

That's a male wolf.

Enchanted elements of the monster.

The mist was getting denser, not just Brando, but everyone else was aware of it. Young people no longer talk about it, and strange changes in their surroundings make them nervous.

At the back, the Eruin envoy was also closer, and Brando could see the knights in the blue armor being moved closer to them through the white mist.

He looked up and drank the murky gray liquid in the test tube in his hand.

It's a hawk eye potion, which can increase the visual attributes of 20 energy levels in one hour. The materials are giant eagle feathers and magic fern. , But the medicament itself is extremely practical, Brando did a lot to spare.

As soon as Brando drank the potion, he immediately felt his vision became clear, as if the fog had faded. He turned back and immediately saw a shadow the size of a mountain flickering to the north.

"Fuck," Brando scolded. "It's fast."

He immediately raised his hand and motioned to everyone-especially the Centaur elder guards in front-to slow down. It's meaningless to leave here at this time. If you don't kill the male wolves, none of them will have a chance.

There was a strange silence all around.

Then suddenly a sudden scream broke the short silence--

That was the sorrow before human beings died.

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(***: Second more, and in addition-rumors: It is said that a certain King of Kings has reissued, ha ha ha ...)