His subconscious behavior of minimizing unit losses came across as a demonstration of his consideration for his subordinates to the newly joined Grey Wolf mercenaries. Although the previous ’Mane Wolf’ Macaro could also lead them to victory time and again, as a noble-born commander, it was their common failing to regard the casualties of their subordinates merely as a number. In Vorn, where productivity far exceeded that of Earth’s Middle Ages, the abundant population made manpower just a consumption number in the eyes of commanders during war.
However, Brand was born in the game. As players, every NPC deployment was purchased with real gold and silver, and some even came from special missions; it could be said that each one was hard-earned, so they were naturally reluctant to use them as cannon fodder.
Of course, Brand didn’t realize that his subconscious action had already inspired loyalty in the newly joined Grey Wolf mercenaries. He just took out a pocket watch from his arms and roughly estimated the time:
A maximum of one more hour.
He exhaled lightly, shook his body slightly to warm himself in the cold forest before dawn. However, he couldn’t help but find it a bit funny. It was just a series of small fights, but he was starting to feel a bit nervous. Ever since he joined the Divine Power Guild of Graces to fight against Madara, when hadn’t he commanded three or four regiments? What kind of major scenes hadn’t he seen? Even before crossing into this world, he had been mocking those timid newbies. He didn’t expect that one day his own performance would resemble that of a rookie attending their first battle.
But despite these thoughts, when his gaze passed through the moonlit forest, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of accelerated blood flow. This was indeed not his first battle in this world, but how long had it been since he stayed hidden in a forest all night, just to wait for the enemy/enemy guild members to pass?
He watched the floating green numbers projected on his retina continually change. He knew that thing. In the past game, they called that thing a distance plugin, used to calculate the penalty value for casting and shooting distances, but at this moment it seemed so unreal. Brand was stunned for a moment and simply brought up his attributes to familiarize himself again:
Strength 19.4(+0.1), Dexterity 10.9(+1.1), Constitution 21.2(+2), Intelligence 1.1, Will 3.6(+1), Perception 3.9.
(* Parentheses indicate attributes sourced from equipment or other means, already included in total attributes.)
The attributes were already infinitely close to Silver Power. Just one more level up, and Brand was certain he could enter that domain. But more powerful than the basic attributes were clearly his skills. This life’s circumstances were much better than the last. The White Crow Swordsmanship and Power Burst could be said to be among the top skills for early-stage enhancement of combat professions. Now, Brand couldn’t even imagine how he survived in his previous life at over twenty levels with just a few Basic Skills. At this moment, armed with his experience and skills, facing same-level enemies was almost effortless. He had estimated his real strength. Even without relying on those experience-based techniques, he could reach the lower-middle of Silver. Of course, if he utilized his past gaming experience, the outcome would be immeasurable. Faced with different enemies, he might even defeat those at Gold Level, but for particularly tricky ones, sometimes experience and skills wouldn’t be much help.
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned back and asked, "Your combat skills come from the Holy Land, right?" Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novｅlfire.net
The Silver Elf Commander was slightly shocked, then looked at him warily.
"Don’t worry, I know your rules. I’m not interested in your Elf Battle Techniques, just asking casually," Brand thought to himself, of course, I’m interested, but with my current reputation, you definitely wouldn’t bother with me.
"Even if I told you, you couldn’t learn it. The Silver Elf’s combat skills are tailored for our kin, human." The Silver Elf turned back coldly.
Brand secretly despised him, thinking that even the ones who appeared as cold as icebergs could also lie shamelessly. If he didn’t know about it, it would be fine. Unfortunately, this Silver Elf Commander probably didn’t know that he had previously learned the Elf Battle Techniques, and more than one type. But as a young man, he certainly wouldn’t reveal this, merely smiling, "Don’t be so harsh. You’re Namenis, right? Did you experience the Saint War?"
The Silver Elf glanced at him, not understanding how the topic shifted there, but nodded.
"Did you learn the Dark Battle Techniques?"
"No." Namenis answered firmly, and coldly glanced at Brand, his lips moved but he held back. In fact, the only Silver Elves who learned Dark Battle Techniques were those who joined the Dark Elf Army under the Dark Dragon. Although he thought Brand was deliberately mocking him, this Silver Elf Commander thought for a moment and still told himself the other was just unintentionally rude.
People of this era would hardly know the secrets of that time.
However, what Namenis didn’t know was that Brand was indeed one of the few who knew. Although he himself didn’t even know if his current state could still be counted as ’human’. After all, a human body shouldn’t contain two souls, and strange numbers wouldn’t appear on the retina. Namenis was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "You really want to learn something, human?"
This time it was Brand’s turn to be stunned. He opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond for a moment. You really want to teach? You’re not messing with me, are you?
Brand clearly remembered that the reputation of the Silver Elves was the hardest to gain—
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