Brando silently retracted Sina's sword back into its sheath, thinking for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to feel Min Tai immediately. If Overwell were really unreliable, then Bai Jia-senpai was undoubtedly in danger at the moment.
But he restrained his impulse for a lifetime.
Brando understands that this is not a time for self-conflict, and for Tonigel to win this battle, the rear must be stable.
He turned around and looked at the young man.
The young man noticed Brando's steady gaze, and couldn't help subconsciously shrinking in his heart.
"What else do you want to say?"
Brando looked at him and asked very calmly.
"Wait, you can't kill me—" the young man screamed, "I'm the son of Sard Barbarossa!"
"It's not me who killed you, but all the crimes you committed," Brando replied indifferently, as if he didn't hear him. "Say the last words, it's up to Master Martha's face."
"No, I didn't do anything wrong!" Realizing that the mortal in front of him was not a joke, the young man finally panicked: "I am a Buga, and my father can decide in one word because of the war in Eru. Wait, don't you understand?"
The young man closed his mouth suddenly.
Brando put a slightly cold hand on his forehead.
"You, you killed me, there is no possibility of this war being settled..."
"From the moment you hurt the Eruin, there is no possibility that this war will be subdued," Brando replied calmly. My lord status gave me this sacred right of judgment. Under Martha’s witness, I announced that I would impose your death sentence on you."
There was a look of infinite fear in the young man's eyes. He struggled violently, but with a sound, the back of his head suddenly exploded, red and white scattered all over the ground.
The young man's body convulsed and fell on his back.
There was no sound in the square, and everyone watched this scene in a daze. Although Brando had killed seven or eight Buga before, the shock was far inferior to the current scene, which was open to the Buga. -The Sazard declared war.
Brando turned his head, every pair of eyes in the square fixed on him.
He sighed and raised his hands. Following his movements, the crowd commotion. One hand, two hands, more hands clenched fists and raised them.
"Tonygle!"
I don't know who shouted.
Then more voices rang.
"Lord Lord!"
People waved their fists, shouting fanatically the territory and his name.
Brando watched all of this silently, but he pressed his hand and quieted everyone again.
"I'm not a Tonigel."
After a moment of silence, Brando spoke. His first words plunged the square into silence again. People gradually put down their hands and looked at their lord suspiciously.
What does Lord Lord want to say
Brando's eyes are also on his people, although he has never put too much effort into the territory-Tonigel's current everything, in fact, is mostly the credit of Roman and Antitina.
Although the merchant lady was trapped at the other end of the world's crystal wall, while the staff of the staff and the princess were also trapped in Jean de Nell, there was no news.
But Brando's heart is not gloomy.
Eruin is not only a hero. It is the hard work of many people who have created today’s scene, although some of them may never see it again—like His Royal Highness Levin Onesson, who like to sleep forever in the defenses. Heroes in the Eruin War.
Although many people are deep in the quagmire, fighting and fighting with present and future difficulties and obstacles.
He continued, his voice calm and calm, but it was enough to spread throughout the square:
"I am not an Elson, and I have the blood of a Highlander running through my body."
"I'm not a Kardilego, because I grew up in the mountains of Buche."
"But I am an Eruin."
He stretched his hand to everyone.
"You too."
"You should not only be proud of Tonigel, you should be proud of Eruin, because without this ancient kingdom, Tonigel is nothing."
"This is a land where heroes grow. Everything you have today is the efforts of people in the past."
"In the future, everything that Eluin has will depend on our current efforts."
"Did the royal party and Eruin's past nobles give you everything?"
Brando shook his head.
"Proud Eruin, why do you let others decide the fate of the kingdom? This is not a ridiculous court struggle, but a road to the kingdom's rejuvenation."
He looked at everyone on the square with a calm and far-reaching gaze, and said to them:
"Eruin, go and restore this kingdom. From now on it will no longer belong to the short-sighted nobles and lords who colluded with foreign enemies. This is a war for each of you. When your feet are on your feet On this land, a deep sense of pride drives you to fight. When you understand that this is a war of the Eruins, not a ridiculous fight between the nobles, the honor will belong to each of you."
"And glory," Brando replied softly, "it belongs to our motherland."
He raised his right hand.
"Eruin!"
Everyone in the square burst into tears.
They shouted wildly, as if they were about to plunge into this sacred war immediately, what kind of fire seemed to be ignited in the darkness, sparkling in people's hearts.
Rollinte watched this scene deeply. It was a recurring scene in his dream, the glorious banner, the battle of his fathers, and the Eruin in that dream.
Little Montolo was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He said loudly: "Please let me follow you, Lord Lord, I will go to Mintai at once."
Brando only glanced at them.
"Go to Valhalla, there is everything you want."
In the hotel, Hainf and the female swordsman Claudia lay on the floor and gasped for breath. The knights in black armor had long since retreated, and they quietly listened to the thunderous cheers in the square.
Hainf turned his head suddenly, but noticed that the female swordsman's faint gaze was also looking at him, and her dark eyes were affectionate.
He stretched out his hand and clasped the female swordsman's slender five fingers.
"Marry me, Ms. Claudia, I will marry you anyway."
Hainf took a breath and said softly.
"But we only met, Mr. Noble. Besides, I'm just a mercenary."
"Does that matter?"
The eyes of the two intertwined silently.
Then they kissed each other.
…
"Martha is here, those Kanecchi guys didn't lie to us, there really is a world tree here!"
A wizard couldn't help but exclaimed.
In the bleak bushes of winter, seven or eight gray-robed wizards are standing at this moment, all of them staring at the magnificent scene in the valley not far away: the towering giant tree stands in the valley, it is so huge And the slender, flourishing branches are even taller than the mountains, and the hills of Schafflund are just some shallow mounds under its root system.
A city is looming under the huge root system of giant trees. A surrounding tall city wall, towers and fortresses, streets and buildings, patches of red and green roofs, the avenues leading to the hills are like spider webs, radiating in all directions. .
"Violence." A wizard shook his head: "I really don't know what the druids of the Ring of the World think, how can they give such a thing to mortals, look at their cities, it's horribly crude."
"It's the same with magic protection, it breaks with a single poke," the other person replied.
"Those mortals also call this the final fortress. It's really a poor fellow, and their knowledge is probably limited to those mortal fights."
"At least it's not bad here. This is the frontier of civilization. In this small kingdom, it is difficult for units like the Flying Dragon Knights to be sent out in an organized way."
"That thing is not as good as the grey gargoyle that the Kanaiqis eliminated a few years ago."
There was a look of pity on everyone's face.
"Well, put away your sense of superiority." The wizard in the lead said: "We are not here to despise mortals. They are not born and humble. No matter who the opponent is, we are only loyal to our mission, nothing more."
The wizards cleaned up their emotions one after another. The pride of the people of silver is indeed innate and does not need foreign objects to modify it. They understand their ridicule, but they rarely take it seriously.
Pride from descent is far less convincing than acquired achievements. After all, Bujas do not need to compare with mortals to show their extraordinary.
Except for a few people—
"But it's too big here," a wizard said with a frown. "We don't have time to scan this place."
Although they still have a choice to completely destroy the city with string magic, they can also achieve their goal, but after all, this is a civilized world, and their enemy is not a barbarian—the wizards subconsciously eliminated tens of thousands of civilians with magic spells. This option.
"Like us, mortals are proud of being close to the sky, so they build religious buildings tall and big." The wizard led the replied: "We searched from the top down, and I saw that there were A square, obviously it’s not a trivial place."
"How do we get there, do we just fly over?"
"No, are you crazy," the other person retorted, "That's too conspicuous."
The leading wizard also shook his head. He stared at the side of the tree canopy, where the huge branches grew like a bridge. A spherical cavity was naturally formed in the canopy, and countless silver floating warships were moored inside.
…