The Mercenary Captain noticed Brand's movements and hesitated for a moment: "My Lord?"

"I'll circle around to its back," Brand interrupted, answering him.

Although the Ghost Knight was an undead, its intelligence was close to that of an ordinary human. It would not stay here and let these insignificant pests, in its eyes, slowly drag it down. As soon as its remaining life dropped to about ten percent, it would decisively retreat. But of course, Brand would not allow the prey in hand to escape.

"No, that's too dangerous," Hu Que hesitated, guessing roughly what Brand was planning to do. He hurriedly stopped him: "Let me go instead."

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" Brand retorted. In fact, he didn't want to do this either. Although he had personally handled this kind of troublesome cleanup task many times before, one had to remember that the opponent was a Ghost Knight. In this world, any mistake could be intolerable.

It wasn't as simple as losing a level but rather losing one's life. Anyone facing such a situation would be nervous to the point of their heart pounding wildly.

His only reliance was the Unyielding Talent. As long as he protected his heart and head, he could at least ensure he wouldn't die like an ordinary passerby — at least he could finish writing his will without issue.

"You can tell me what to do, my Lord," the Hired Soldier Captain replied, "we are your subordinates after all, you don't have to personally handle everything."

"I wish I could save the trouble," Brand smiled and took out the piece of rope he had before, "but unfortunately, this is something you can't learn."

"What thing?"

"Do you know alchemy?"

Hu Que was taken aback by his words. If he knew alchemy, would he still be a mercenary? The middle-aged mercenary couldn't help but roll his eyes.

...

The battle was not nearing its end so quickly. The Ghost Knight's defense was formidable even among Level 35 elites or even Level 40 monsters. Not to mention, the glowing full-body spiritual armor could block most attacks.

The Four-Armed Crossbows, provided to soldiers with Black Iron power, were widely circulated among mercenaries. Although contraband, most nobles turned a blind eye. The power of these crossbows, which required a strength of 5 energy levels or above to draw, was terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people but was only tickling the Ghost Knight.

Only occasionally hitting a vital spot could a crossbow arrow cause it effective damage, but that was just a few points at most. Moreover, the Ghost Knight wasn't a stationary target. Though its dexterity had significantly decreased at the edge of the altar range, and it was bound by Wind Binding Arrows, the power gap was evident, making its dodges still extremely agile.

This didn't include the 40% loss chance of physical attacks against spiritual entities.

However, Brand was not in a hurry. Hu Que still had four Ice Split Arrows and six Wind Binding Arrows in hand. Coupled with the remaining time, they could last at least another ten minutes. In ten minutes, under the siege of more than ten mid-level Black Iron mercenaries, even a Level 35 boss would lose a layer of skin.

Let alone a mere elite.

While the Ghost Knight focused all its attention on the beneficial activity of 'whack-a-mole,' Brand quietly circled into the woods behind it. He was neither too close nor too far, about half a field's distance. Any closer and the undead might notice, any farther and his arrow accuracy would suffer, which he couldn't accept.

After all, he was no longer the Level 130 warrior and Weapon Master who could shoot precisely from hundreds of meters away. It was better to be safe than sorry.

But he didn't come here to shoot from behind. Although possible, the effect wouldn't be great. Unless he had entered the first-tier silver rank and learned a bow skill that could potentially instantly take 10% of the Ghost Knight's life with a critical hit, it wasn't feasible.

But clearly, that wasn't the case now.

He glanced at the hot, intense battlefield not far away, in sharp contrast to the silence here. Taking a deep breath, Brand parted the ground shrubs and drew an Alchemy Array on the sandy ground with his longsword.

If Tama were here, they would know their earlier advice was in vain, as Brand drew another Energy Infusion Array followed by a Blood Refining Array. Evidently, he intended to fully develop this forbidden technique.

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