But he was momentarily stunned before finally reacting:

"Holy moly, a perfect storyline, experience boost mode, this thing really exists!"

This made him restless, initiating the charge skill directly, like a continuous shadow passing by Hu Que, the Silver Elf Commander, numerous mercenaries, and the frontline Silver Elf Guard. With one leap, he landed in front of a row of Lizardman spearmen. Raising his head, he saw a row of over a dozen Lizardman soldiers approaching.

"Bring it on!"

Brand shouted in his heart.

He raised his sword to block, 'clack' as he deflected two incoming spears. He was at Level 24, but his actual combat power far exceeded that of ordinary Level 30 NPCs. The Lizardman spearmen, as Level 19 monsters, were no match for him. Brand didn't even need to look at what they looked like, directly utilizing a power burst and swung forward, sending two Lizardman spearmen screaming as they flew back.

Taking another step forward, he held the sword with both hands, pulling from right to left—a momentary wind pressure seemed to displace the space, a seven or eight-meter-long transparent ripple shrieking across the upper halves of numerous Lizardmen.

It was as if he was in the Golan-Elsen mountains, watching the summer wind sweep over alpine meadows, the grass blades bending backward. As the numbers in his retina rose up, the Lizardmen in front of him within a fan-shaped area all fell in two halves, backward. The scene had a bit of the elegance seen when Medisha chased him and Hu Que, making the entire battlefield silent.

Using wind pressure to injure from a distance, apart from the Enlightenment Element, only a few combat skills could achieve that. Medisha's Spirit Gun actually evolved from the Ghost Knight's skill, and ordinary Elf warriors couldn't perform similar moves, not even Lower Gold ones. They could only possess similar abilities when their elements were fully enlightened.

Brand retracted his sword and exhaled.

This sword only took out six or seven men, but its intimidating power was immense. He saw the morale value on the heads of the nearby Lizardman warriors plummet to red alert levels and then they all bypassed him from the flanks, forming a vacuum area around him temporarily. This gave Brand the time to check his experience. He found that the seven Lizardman spearmen he had just eliminated each provided him with sixty points of experience. Normally, a Level 19 monster only granted him over twenty points, almost three times more, just like in the game.

Brand felt the hot blood inside him being stirred up. He initially had 3200/7900 experience, just over halfway to Level 25. When the Silver Elf Guard clashed into the Lizardmen earlier, his experience shot up by over 200 points. Adding the 420 points from the seven Lizardmen just now, he estimated that he only needed to kill twenty to thirty more to level up directly.

Level 25 is a milestone, not only granting a second talent but also a third additional profession skill.

Moreover, reaching Level 25 meant having Silver Level power.

Having Silver Level power at not yet twenty years old is already at the level of a Revealer. No more feeling inferior when seeing a talent, right? Although Brand prided himself on never feeling inferior, seeing geniuses rampant in this era still made him somewhat uneasy.

Not to mention, if Level 19 Lizardman spearmen provided 60 experience points, what about Level 22 Lizardman crossbowmen and Level 23 Lizardman elite warriors? Especially the Level 25 Dragon Hunter Cavalry, Black Fire believers, and that Dark Priest! Brand heatedly thought of the Dark Priest, a Little Boss, and couldn't help but feel his blood boiling. His eyes turning red, he immediately raised his head and looked around, trying to find where those considerable experience points might be.

But the first thing Brand saw was a surge of high-order Black Fire cultists flooding in like a tide. He immediately realized the opposition was clearly unwilling to let them disrupt the central ranks, splitting the Lizardman's army into head and tail sections. Because the Dark Priest also knew once divided, the massive team would become uncoordinated and slow, unless he had the determination to sacrifice a part, but what good was his determination alone? He was a spellcaster and needed protection to escape this chaotic battlefield.

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