MTL - The Amber Sword-Chapter 8 Bloodied Forest

Act Eight: The Bloodied Forest ()

"Jason!"

"How can you--"

The young militiamen glared at their companions. And the young man who was controlled by the corpse witch was pale, embarrassed, ashamed and fearful, and he bowed his head deeply.

But he didn't want to die, did he?

Freya felt that her heart was about to stop, and she drew her sword subconsciously. But the corpse witch dispelled her thoughts immediately, and the green light in her eye sockets exploded suddenly. The young man's arm exploded like a balloon at once, and the plasma splattered. He screamed, and the whole person fell to the ground and curled into one. group.

"Woo, sister, please save me—!"

Jonson rolled on the ground like a **** man, mournful.

This terrible scene made several people immediately turn back and vomit. The ponytail girl's face turned white all at once, she shook and almost fell down.

"Little human girl, you better not act lightly," the corpse whistled, warning her, her eyes glanced across all the people present.

However, it immediately found that there were some militiamen on the scene, not to mention, worms.

The green light in the corpse's eyes dimmed, a little disappointed. It was ordered to hunt down the whereabouts of the human scout that had escaped before, instead of getting confused with the worms.

Freya's mind was blank, but she still resisted a wave of dizziness and tried to think about how to get rid of this situation. Anyway, she still remembers that she was the leader of this industry, and she couldn't show the weak side at will.

As for the girl beside Romain, she passed out for the first time, thanks to Miss Merchant's help.

Sophie felt Romain clutch her sleeve tightly with one hand, which was a kind of dependence and trust. Before that, he also helped the young militia captain with a long pony tail in case she fell down, but the latter was stronger than he expected.

But anyway, he knows that the other party needs some comfort at this time, otherwise it may break down psychologically first.

A girl living in a peaceful era can hardly accept such a cold scene. Fortunately, Eruin is a war-torn country, and most young people here have such awareness.

"Freya," Sophie said weakly and slightly.

The girl froze slightly and woke up immediately. She took a breath and calmed down a little with Sophie's help. Sophie nodded in admiration when she saw her fingers softened on the hilt.

Such performance is already considered excellent, and few people can calm down on the edge of life and death. Although he didn't know why he didn't seem nervous at all--as if after going through the test of life and death later, his mentality became calm.

But anyway, at least that's a good thing.

He continued to ask in an obscure voice: "Remember what I said before, do you plan for the worst?"

Freya nodded slightly, her back nodding slightly.

"Do you have more power to fight?"

"Yep--"

Slightly obscure response.

Sophie was relieved. He rubbed his thumb with the thumb of the cold wind ring—the response told him that he was only half charged.

Three hours is too slow compared to recharging ten minutes in the game. Fortunately, half of the energy is enough. Although it is not possible to create a complete wind bomb, it is also sufficient to create a strong wind.

Anyway, he's already prepared for the worst, there is nothing worse.

At the same time, the corpse witch finally confirmed that there was no other ambush here. It didn't look at the poor worm lamenting at its feet, and raised its only boneless arm:

"Soldier, kill them all—"

A sharp, dry voice had just sounded, and four skeleton soldiers armed with sharp swords and black chain armor appeared in the forest. They emerged from the mist, the body made a clicking sound, and stepped toward Freya and his party. Approaching.

Maybe earlier, Freya's team members still had the idea to fight back these cold monsters, but not now. The young people were full of confidence before, but at this moment have been scared by the cold blood of the enemy, and the only courage was defeated by the approaching death breath, unable to resist.

They could only retreat pale and step-by-step until they were dead. Perhaps they hurriedly pulled out their sabers because of their biological instincts-but at the sight of the shrinking arms, no one dared to have much combat power. Guarantee.

There was only one sound of breathing in the forest.

Looking at these pale-looking young people, the corpse witch couldn't help smirking from the leaking chin.

The green light flashed in its eyes, as if enjoying the pleasure brought by this fear.

Indeed, human fear is their greatest enemy, weak, transient, and easily exploited by useless feelings. In contrast, the undead naturally overcome all these defects, each of them can be the best soldiers, especially the subordinate undead-not even need to think, only obedient obedience.

Compared to humans, even if they are trained militiamen, they behave like a helpless child on the battlefield. Such a weak creature should not exist in this world.

It couldn't bear a feeling of aversion from the bottom of his heart: Yes, Madara would win--

But at this time, the corpse witch heard an extra voice: "——It's over to you." This was the voice of a young man, calm, calm, and full of confidence.

The corpse witch felt a slight jump in the fire of its soul, which was an ominous sign, and it turned back alertly.

Into its empty view was a shiny ring.

The ring was worn on the index finger of the heavily wounded militia. It had never paid much attention to that guy before—a half-dead human. What's worth noting?

Pretending to be seriously injured can deceive others, but it must not deceive the undead. These cold-blooded monsters crawling from the grave can look directly at the fire of life when looking at a creature, and the faint dim fire of life on Sophie's body can never be disguised.

That was a seriously injured patient.

It does look so.

But the real threat came from the ring on the opponent's hand, it was a magic ring. The green fire in the corpse's eyes faded a little, and it could almost smell a lethal breath in the air converging.

It recognized the taste, and one of its masters had brought it into contact with some counterfeits while teaching it black magic, and the breath escaping from it revealed that it was at least a magic ring of order 20 and above.

How does an official wizard item appear in the hands of an ordinary person?

The corpse witch could not help expressing a look of terror and greed.

"Dead soldier, get me that thing—" it lifted the bone staff and screamed.

"Oss--"

But Sophie raised her right hand and tried her best to spit out this byte—or more like squeezing out the air left in her lungs. When the young man fell back again, he could not help sweating.

The space swelled a bit and then shrank sharply—

When the contraction erupted back to its original state again, the turbulent turbulent air made a howling that was enough to penetrate the human eardrum.

The wind pierced the witch and its skeleton soldiers like a straight sharp arrow. Even though they raised their dry arms to try to protect themselves, turbulence passed through their empty ribs to form an air vortex that pulled them step by step. Crooked to the side.

No harm, but the containment effect is already obvious enough.

"Freya!" Sophie shouted.

The girl drew a long sword at a sound, a crisp metal tremble, and a long horse tail flying in the wind--

What surprised Sufi, however, was that the junior militias captain was not impulsive, but immediately turned back and scolded others: "Markmy, Essen! What are you waiting for, the militia of Butch! Third team, follow me! "

Inspiring courage is sometimes like a signal. At the moment of life and death, a word or a hint can make people endlessly burst out.

But one condition is calmness.

One person's calmness can affect more people, just like now. The young militiamen were slightly surprised by Freya's reminder, but in the end they came back-this was the best opportunity, and the only chance to survive.

The sudden strong wind caused the skeleton soldiers and corpse witches to retreat, and there was no time to take care of them.

This discovery made the boys renew their courage. In the sound of a long sword coming out of the sheath, the tactical literacy trained in weekdays seemed to return to their bodies at this moment.

"Markmy, cover me."

"Abominable monster, it's your turn now ..."

"Kill that black wizard first!"

"That's the corpse witch."

"Little Phoenix, come behind me."

They started trying to fight back.

But Sophie looked at the chaotic scene with some anxiety. He was afraid that these guys would break the situation with an impulse, so he couldn't help but remind him calmly: "Remember calm, everyone! Only when you calm down, you can fight— —! "

In the Sword of Amber, he has seen many novices, like the young men.

Blood is a good thing, but it can't dazzle your head.

He had to read aloud the doctrine of the militia, which was carried by everyone on the scene, but not many people could remember these boring and valuable experiences at the time of engagement.

I have to say that Brando is a stranger.

Sophie has all the memories of the young man's last battle. As a recruit, the opponent's performance has been too good. Even as a veteran warrior, he had to say that Brando was indeed a very talented young man in swordplay-the only pity was that he encountered the wrong battle at the wrong time.

On the other side, Sophie's reminder calmed down. However, this is not enough. Sophie knows that these guys still need to take a little advantage to strengthen their confidence, otherwise the morale that is built up in a short time will easily collapse.

The wind became weaker.

Skeleton soldiers were shaking their banging chain mail to prepare for a counterattack. They tried to find balance, but Sophie's voice over there had instructed the butcher's militia to change their tactics:

"Listen, these low-ranking soldiers of Madara lack intelligence and move slowly. Turning around is their biggest weakness. Try to move to the left in the direction of their swords. There is a blind spot where you can attack safely ..."

"Markmy, you're going to attack left and right with Essen. Do you know how to cover it? Yes, to attract the bones of attention, that's it."

Sophie was half-lying on a rock, watching the situation above the battlefield, and pointing out what the other party should do next. There seems to be a special magic in his language that can't help convincing-this is what we call self-confidence, calm, calm, and let people subconsciously rely on it when they are at a loss.

Butch's militiamen soon tasted the sweetness. The first was that Ike was reminded by his sword to cut the tibia of a skeleton soldier at the cost of a sword in his thigh, and then his partner, Little Phoenix, caught up with a sword and pierced the skull of the bone .

At the moment the sword crossed the skull, the icy monster clashed and the flames of the soul in its eyes flashed a little, and soon faded.

A bit of golden light flew out of the fragmented bones, and sank into Sophie's chest not far away.

Sophie stunned, unlike the last time, this time he clearly felt the abnormality-experience, and he suddenly realized it. But before he had time to verify this, he heard the young militia who had defeated the enemy over there yelling excitedly.

"Oh my God, I did it!" Ike could hardly believe, and he yelled while holding his own bleeding wound: "Brando, how do you know this?"

Sophie smiled slightly. These experiences were summed up with his partners in the game. Even the seemingly insignificant one is full of profound lessons, because they are all valuables that have been tempered in thousands of battles and deaths. Cognition.

For example, Brando also learned some similar knowledge in the militia training, but it was too superficial and superficial to Sophie. If the knowledge can increase the combat power of 10% when he faces the skeleton soldiers, then he should improve by half or even higher.

From 375 to the Second Age, the perennial experience of fighting with Madara has made Sophie aware of the opponent's lowest-level skeleton soldiers, the most advanced Lich, Bone Dragon, and even Vampire Lord. Palm.

If only on the understanding of this dark country, I am afraid that few people in Eluin can compare with him now. After all, before the first Black Rose war, Madara's relationship with the light world had not risen to such a tense level.

Frictions and conflicts are less frequent--

Of course, these experiences are also one of Sophie's most proud things in the world. Relying on his familiarity with the world, he was confident to continue and return step by step to the previous height.

But now I have to finish the work at hand. The gust of wind that caused before does not know if it has attracted other attention. In order to be safe, it must be decided quickly.

Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the corpse witch.

This is a difficult enemy.