The whole night is spent in urgency for both parties.
Targus was waiting for the offensive plan to unfold little by little, while Brando was worried that he could not grasp the time; Madara’s army and the eleven young men of Buche were running side by side in the silent darkness at the same time. close.
But the sun will eventually rise day after day. The first ray of light seemed to have just passed the tips of the hair, but it passed by in the morning. For half of the day, I was fine, and I didn't even encounter the most common brown bear in this area.
But after the summer, brown bears in the wild have also become gentle animals.
The time is noon.
Brando couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard the sound of pushing aside the bush. Sunlight showered down from the fresh green leaves, showing a beautiful fragment of gold between the gaps. Following the sound, he lifted his head from the simple stretcher, like a mirror, and a shiny reflection came into his eyes.
It's the lake.
Like a turquoise gem inlaid under the mountain and forest, a pool of light was polished on the ripples.
"Look, it's the lake!" Little Phoenix exclaimed in surprise.
Freya immediately rewarded him with a violent shudder, hitting the teenager with a cry.
This is not a good time to travel, and each of them should be more cautious now, because no one can say whether or not they will encounter Madara's army nearby. Although it was a peaceful night, Brando said that this was because there was no strategic value in this area.
As for the strategic value, the girl didn't know.
The young man from Braggs always seemed to know more than everyone. Although she was a little unwilling, she could only admit it.
I wonder if every young man in the city is so good
Under subtle influence, Freya's cognition has completed the transformation from one extreme to the other. She couldn't help being a little jealous. If she was also born in Bragg's militia training camp, she must have learned better than that shameless guy.
It's really unfair.
But only God knows that there is no such a so-called'Braggs militia training camp' at all. Sophie, no, it should be Brando. His militia training was done in Drag. Of course, he will never reveal this trick at this time. He needs to maintain some prestige to convince these young people-a team without a leader cannot get out of the predicament.
Freya may be qualified for this position in the future, but not now.
Thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but glance at each other. The girl with the long ponytail was considering the surrounding environment. She hesitated for a while, and finally relaxed a little with her sword holding hand, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Rest in place." Freya confirmed that there was no danger before giving the order.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"dying!"
"I bet I won't care about anything when Ridenburg, and I will fall asleep."
"Let's talk about it when it comes."
"Essen, close your crow's mouth!" The young people's conversation sounded immediately on the edge of the woods. Although the voice level was deliberately maintained, the words were still filled with a sigh of relief.
Everyone is too tired.
The night is not too long, but it is not a torture for the tight nerves. It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine the pressure produced at the moment of life and death—a group of people walks through the mountains and forests by the dim starlight, surrounded by a dark that can not see five fingers, and only the nocturne of insects vibrating wings and the intertwined nocturne, and the far night The owl's tweet penetrated the forest.
In the darkness, the rustling sound seemed to pass through one bush after another, and the unanimous silence surrounded everyone, like a silent ghost grabbing everyone’s heart, the cold breath could not help but let The nerves are tense.
Behind the dense foliage is always an unknown. Have you ever heard of the mountain monster described in the bedside story
At sunrise, the cold dew slowly dissipated, and the young people looked pale as if they were fished out of the water, with wet hair clinging to their foreheads. Even Brando is no exception, he used to sleep on his own stable bed, away from all disputes-instead of lying on a stretcher, listening to the various and weird sounds around him.
Especially in the unknown darkness, from time to time, waist-length grass blades cross your face. You don't know what bugs are crawling around your neck, and your hair is creepy.
Martha was on, he felt a little mad when he thought that he would have to live like this for more than a week. He now misses the past life so much, even if it is a little bit of a waste, but he has to return to a stable life. .
The otaku always makes a promise when determined, but the enthusiasm comes and goes fast. But when we saw the tired and worried look on Freya's face, our protagonist's heart settled down again.
Because I'm trusted—
He suddenly realized that he had to abandon the identity of Sophie and try to accept a new life. He couldn't help but touched his chest before he came to realize that it was not Brando who died, but Sophie.
It is not that he accepts the world, but the world accommodates him.
Brando's stretcher was placed by the lake, and colorful pebbles could be seen not far away. He first checked the condition of one side of Johnson, who had survived miraculously, but his physical condition was not optimistic.
"How is he?" Mammy on one side couldn't help asking.
"It's hard to say." Sophie, no, it should be called Brando now. He shook his head.
Makmi fell silent, staring at the lake in a daze. This lake is called Che Lake. They walked here to show that they were close enough to the Green Village, but among all the people present, only Brando had the right direction. The young man looked in one direction, and in that direction there were a few faint gray smoke marks on the sky between the forests.
It seems that Kabais has already attacked the village, and its fate is the same as that of Buche. The attacking speed of Madara's army is very fast, as he remembered in the game.
In fact, Brando still remembered this lake. He raised his head and looked at the other shore of the distant lake above the azure blue water. In that direction, the trees are lush and lush, and under the dark and dark mountains, you can no longer see the familiar shadows of the past.
He remembers that he was training in this area for a long time, the brown bear and the fox. Thinking of the days when selling leather to make money in the game, Brando couldn't help but smile.
He retracted his hand on Johnson's forehead and said to Makkimi, "Do me a favor."
"What are you doing?"
"Help me remove the bandage."
Brando wants to change the bandages, but before that, he has to ask Roman to divide the roll of sausage he took out of his home. The name is so that everyone can taste the black flavor of the Golan-Elsen region. intestinal.
Speaking of which made him dumbfounded, none of these young people thought of preparing some food before escaping from Butch. Even Freya, who looked so calm, hadn't thought about it.
So their food reserve only has such a roll of sausage.
"It's better to talk about what you saw on the day you left Buche, and to learn more about the enemy... Hiss, Markmi, you go lightly." His brows twitched and he gasped with pain.
Seeing this scene, Freya couldn't help but sighed: "I'll come, you get out of it, Makkimi."
The young man was taken aback, and the girl with a long ponytail had already walked up to him.
"The food is so divided, is it okay?" She buried her head and carefully removed Brando's bandage. But after hesitating, he asked in a low voice.
"what is the problem?"
This guy knows what I'm talking about!
Freya couldn't help gritting her teeth, but what made Brando amused was that even this kind of girl did not dare to make any small movements in her hands.
"You know what I'm talking about, we can't go to Ridenburg, right?" Freya's voice was lowered, almost inaudible.
Brando couldn't help but glanced at the girl more, of course he always felt that the light brown long ponytail was very in line with the other party's temperament. He thought for a while and asked, "Your aunt and uncle should be in the line, right?"
Freya lowered her head and stopped her bandaged hand.
"I'm sorry," Brando sighed: "If I have the opportunity, I will try my best. But I can't guarantee anything, I can't bear such a big responsibility."
"thanks."
Insignificant answer.
"Sister Freya, Brother Brando, what are you whispering about?" Little Phoenix and his untimely voice rang at this time. He sat under a beech tree and looked at the two curiously. . If Sister Freya is the person he has always admired, then Brando is the new idol of this teenager.
His words succeeded in attracting everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned around in unison.
Freya's face blushed suddenly, only then did she realize that she was too close to the guy, and she hurriedly stepped back and explained: "No, nothing, just, just discussing..." It's a pity that this simple girl didn't understand at all. It's okay if I don't defend myself, but this retreat explanation has become an overwhelming explanation in the eyes of everyone.
Especially with her hot red face, when has the captain been so shy
Roman rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up from the ground, as if she had just figured out what had happened. Although Freya kept winking at her for fear of her misunderstanding, we did not expect our business lady to smile nonchalantly like thinking the wrong line: "It's okay, Freya."
"Roman, you—" The ponytail girl didn't say a word, but instead made her face flushed.
She stared at Roman, almost wanting to go up and strangle the dead girl.
Brando noticed that there was a worried look in the crowd, it was the young man named Nibeto. He was startled slightly, could it be that he was interested in Freya? But lack of courage is not enough, he couldn't help but shook his head.
"Okay," he interrupted, "I'm discussing food distribution with your captain."
Brando opened his mouth, as if there was a natural prestige, causing everyone to stop and involuntarily turn their attention to him.
But what does your shining gaze mean, Miss Romance? Did he say you were looking at a pile of treasures? The young man shook his head and continued: "This little food, even if we save some, is not enough for us. Besides, we still need to maintain our strength to deal with the enemies we may encounter."
"But—" Freya said half a word when she saw Brando shook her head at her.
"The green village is not far away, why don't we go there to find food. The undead don't need to eat and live. Besides, those things are our human beings. We naturally have the right to take them back." He replied.
"Green Village? Hasn't Madara attacked there?" Ike asked, sitting on the ground. The injury on his leg was bandaged by Brando, and he has almost recovered today.
The healing effect provided by the bandage is a potential recovery value, which refers to the effect that you slowly produce during the next time it takes effect (changes). In the game, it takes effect every six minutes, but in this world, the recovery period is extended to one day. Therefore, the wound will slowly heal over a period of one day until the next bandage change.
"Of course there are enemies, but if we act in a small group, we don't necessarily have a head-on conflict with the enemy." Brando replied. He had long thought of an arrangement on the escape route, and he was confident at the moment.
"Small stock method, does it mean sneaking in?" Little Phoenix became interested at once.
"Well, I'll pick a few people with me." Brando nodded, his gaze patrolling everyone: "Ike and Vlad are injured. You, Mark Mee and Nibeto, stay and take care of them. , Roman, you stay and take care of Betha. As for the others, Essen and Freya, you two come with me."
"no!"
"No!" Freya and Little Phoenix objected together.
"Essen and I can go, Brando, you must stay." The ponytail girl took a deep breath. Does this guy know how much his injury is.
"I want to go too." The Maotou kid jumped up first.
Brando looked at the two of them and sighed: "Well, I will answer your questions one by one." As he said, he bit the bandage in his mouth, then wrapped it around his body a few times and tightened it.
A light green +2 emerged from him.
He took a breath and felt his strength gradually return to his body. Although he is still very weak, especially the corrosive poison is still eroding his vitality from his bones, but at least he can barely act on his own.
He raised his head and asked, "Miss Freya, what is your reason for letting me stay? Injury?"
"It's fine if you know." The ponytail girl turned her head away.
Brando smiled slightly, not necessarily.