Amber Sword-Chapter 633: Act 65 King of the Underground (16) (2nd update) (Please support, thank you all for your support)_2
As someone who has experienced this phase, she still asked concernedly, "How is it?" She certainly understood what had happened to Brand earlier.
Brand said nothing, simply raising his sword for the Silver Elf Princess to see.
"Ah!" This made Medisha gasp, "Spatial Element!"
"What?" Brand raised an eyebrow. He detected the surprise in the girl’s tone and couldn’t help but ask, "Wasn’t the Spatial Element common in your era?"
In his understanding, the Saint War was an era where evils roamed rampant, where geniuses of Tu Men’s level were abundant. Wasn’t the emergence of a few Spatial Elements common?
In the later stages of Amber Sword, although space and time were rare, there were still more than a dozen players who possessed them.
"Not at all!" Medisha widened her eyes in confusion, "Back then, only the Wizard Leader of the Silver Alliance and the founder of the Star and Moon Tower, known as the last sage on earth, Akasi, had the Spatial Element."
"And even earlier, only the Dark Dragon had it," the girl added.
"Huh?" Brand broke into a sweat. Honestly, although he knew a lot about the game’s background, he didn’t know as much detail as those from that era. Medisha’s explanation was an eye-opener for him, but it also made him secretly think:
So, in the end, Amber Sword still compromised for gameplay. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when he thought of the hundreds of players with Superior Elements.
While the two were talking, the fence on the east had already risen. Everyone widened their eyes, staring in that direction. From the shadows behind the fence came a neat sound of hooves, startling everyone.
When the first enemy appeared in Brand’s vision, he squinted his eyes.
It was a knight, or rather, an iron-clad figure riding a puppet warhorse. They held a round shield in their left hand and a lance in their right, with four-colored runes revolving around them.
"Type IV Cavalry Hunter," Brand whispered to Medisha.
"What is that?"
"Hazellian invention. Be careful, these things possess the strength of a Silver Peak," Brand and the Maid Corps Commander Yuta beside the duel arena practically said simultaneously.
Hazel was in central Vorn, on the western border of Cruz, separated by a towering mountain range. The Hazellians were not descendants of sages from the Saint War; it was said they came from another continent. The residents there believed in the power of magical technology, so they had the world’s largest army equipped with firearms and artillery.
They even had tanks and old-fashioned airplanes in their army. The Hazellians and the Cruz people had been at war for years, but neither side had ever gained much advantage on the frontlines—standing toe to toe against the eagle-clad Empire—one could see the fierce nature of this country.
However, when Yuta spoke, she had an inexplicable feeling. She watched the open cage, thinking that, reasonably and emotionally, Brand should have saved Qian first; but the young man did not. He didn’t even glance this way, which meant he didn’t care who to save first-
Because he planned to save both all along, it didn’t matter who was saved first.
But her words didn’t get a response from Qian; instead, the teenagers overheard. Silver Peak enemies, they saw the metal cavalry gradually emerge from behind the fence and roughly counted over thirty of them.
The first round’s Hellhound had only Silver Peak strength, and by the third round, this strength had instantly multiplied by thirty times.
"So many!" someone murmured.
"This is too unfair, right?" Joka, who thought Brand bringing Medisha along wasn’t quite fair, had totally forgotten his earlier thoughts.
"Outnumbering the few, truly despicable!" Maher gritted his teeth.
"Outnumbering the few?"
Brand happened to catch this phrase. The young man looked up at the edge of the field. He chuckled inwardly, then turned back and pointed to the metal cavalry, saying to Medisha: "Be careful of their lances, from the grip to the midsection of the lance is a firing mechanism, there are actually six barrels there—"
"Barrels?" The Silver Elf Princess was confused.
Brand then remembered that magic technology was only a recent thing, barely two or three hundred years old, and hurriedly explained, "You can think of it as a kind of powerful crossbow with high penetrating power. It might not bother us too much, but getting hit would still hurt quite a bit."
"And make sure to protect your eyes and throat."
Medisha nodded.
"Also, the four runes on their bodies will switch between each other. This means they are changing attack modes. Red represents a scorching ray, blue is an ice shield, green is acceleration, and yellow is rock covering. Pay attention to the red one, it represents remote attack," Brand continued.
"Understood." Magic, this was something the Silver Elf Princess could easily understand, but the precise design of the Hazellians still intrigued her.
The creations of Bujia’s craftsman wizards were powerful, but not as intricate.
She further asked, "Is there a tactic, my Lord?"
Two Gold Initials dealing with ten Silver Peaks was almost the limit. Of course, she and Brand were far more combative than typical Golden Powers, but facing thirty Silver Peaks directly would be challenging.
But Brand just shook his head, "Just protect yourself, leave the rest to me."
The Silver Elf Princess was stunned.
Then she saw Brand raise his hand and snap his fingers. The crisp sound echoed through the duel arena, and everyone felt the light above them dim.
They instinctively looked up.
And were shocked.
More than two hundred Wind Spirit Spiders with shining Holy Swords filled the sky, covering the entire arena. That spectacular scene even caused the surrounding tumult to pause—
"Outnumbering the few," Brand lowered his hand, looking at the distant teenagers, and said, "that’s my line."
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