Brando flew in the direction of Mintai along the Geers River valley, and underneath was the vast western forest of Schafflund. From the air, the dark woodland in the evening winter was mixed with the dazzling white snow-covered, as if a person was being covered by silver. The world shrouded in clothing. This forest is not inaccessible. It actually connects the main roads from Mintai, Horta, Paris, Schafflund to Firland. The forest is dotted with scattered manors and villages. , And occasionally you can see the hunter's hut in the forest, but most of them are already uninhabited at this time, and the atmosphere of war condensed in the sky above Tonigel.
Seeing this scene, Brando's heart was quiet. The construction of the fir-collar brought together the efforts of many people. It took Antitina and Roman for several years to transform this from a barren land into a prosperous business. A place to come and go.
But compared with the hardships of construction, destruction often only takes a moment.
Eruin’s nobles, instead of leading the kingdom to advance, became the source of hindering its progress. The royal party in his memory has long since ceased to exist. Her Royal Highness hopes that people can regain the faith of the prince, but it is only a bubble in the end.
This is not all beautiful, an Eluin who has returned to the mortal world, its heroes, and even themselves, determine the future tragic fate of this kingdom.
This repeated experience told him that everything in the original history was not accidental, and that everyone in it—even himself, promoted the course of history and let it embark on the road of no return from now on.
But he was not angry.
In other words, the cold feeling suppressed his anger. What he needed was no longer anger, but a thorough cleansing.
He understands that everyone can do many things wrong, and he himself is no exception. Neither he nor Princess Griffin could decide all this.
But since the nobles have chosen their own destiny.
Then they must have anticipated the end of failure.
At that moment, Brando understood that an era had passed, and the Eruin he was familiar with would be gone forever.
He fully expanded his network of laws, and the power of sages shrouded the heavens and the earth. It was an aura that was close to gods, but it merged with the origin of this world—that is, the power of existence. It is the highest, but it exists everywhere, making it impossible to notice. When everyone is looking for the ultimate power, they don't know that they are already in it.
That is the power of the whole world.
In Brando’s eyes, the sky above the forest has formed a large net that is constantly moving towards the center. It is no longer composed of continuous spaces, but one node after another. When he passes through these nodes, the scene on the ground seems to be automatic Retracted towards him from far and near. To outsiders, it looks like a point continuously jumping forward in the sky, forming a straight forward silver line, like a shooting star across the sky, pointing straight to the direction of Fort Mintai.
"Dad! Daddy! Look at the meteor!"
Deep in the forest, a young man in wolf skin pointed directly at the sky and shouted excitedly. Behind him, the frowning middle-aged man gave him a violent shudder: "Where is the meteor in broad daylight, hurry up!"
"But it's true!" The young man said aggrievedly, clutching his forehead.
The hunter raised his head and looked towards the sky. Even in a gloomy snowy day, the sky above Mintai Forest was spotlessly clean. There was nothing in the sky, thick clouds piled up on the horizon, and only palm-sized snowflakes were floating down one after another. He sighed: "In this cursed weather, Master Martha is blinded, so that the good people suffer and the wicked enjoy blessings. I thought Tonigel would have a moment of peace. These damn nobles even want the last hope of us refugees. Take it away?"
"Huh, those noble lords are the most despicable and shameless. They dare to do these things when Lord Earl is not here. If you wait until Lord Earl comes back, let them look good!" the boy said childishly.
His father didn't care.
That was just wishful thinking. The noble lords stood tall and far-sighted. Since they dared to do something, they must be sure of it. Maybe the Lord Earl was already wicked. Ten thousand steps back and said, even if the noble lords lose, it is nothing more than being punished and paying for the atonement. The king also wants the lord to rule his country. If the princess kills these people, who Come and work for her
Do you select talents from among the common people? Hey, what kind of talent among the common people does not even know two big characters, even he himself does not believe that he can be compared with the noble lords, let alone govern the country. The nobles were stunned, what could the Lord Earl change? He alone could not challenge the entire aristocratic world of Eruin.
Older hunters have long passed the age of blood and blood, and there are some locals who look down on Tonigel. The locals brag about their lord so as to gain a little pitiful vanity. He has seen a lot. In Braggs, in Jean de Nell, where are the leaders not like this? Of course, the Lord Earl might have some great things, otherwise he would not be able to turn the tide in Amperesel, but to say that the Cruz people bow their heads and the aloof silver people are also favored, it would be a little too bragging. Marshal Darus couldn't do such a thing back then, how can his descendants do? One generation is not as good as one generation.
The struggle of the nobles was nothing more than the purpose of fighting for power. This time the nobles united to deal with the earl Tonigel, nothing more than because the earl was on the wrong team. He had heard that the Lord Earl secretly coveted the beauty of His Royal Highness, and could not help but shook his head secretly. The hero was saddened by Beauty Guan-but it might not be a real hero. Even he could see that the Corcovado royal family was already crumbling, the Lord Earl. It's really faint to go so far.
He couldn't help but shook his head and hated that he was blind at the beginning. He would believe the nonsense of his fellow villagers. He chose to relocate to this place from Manoville. He should have seen that this is a place of right and wrong. He chose to go to the north of Vieiro. —If it weren’t for worrying that those hateful bones would go north.
The resentment in his heart turned into physical action. He kicked his half-year-old son's ass unhappily, and took out his parents' power to yell: "Stop talking nonsense, go quickly, and fall to those damn ones. The rebels have you in their hands."
According to common sense, usually if he goes down like this, his kid should be honest. But he didn't expect that this time the boy seemed to be stupid. He didn't know that he had been hit on his butt, and he stood there motionless.
"Why are you still stunned?" The older hunter said grimly, "Waiting to die?"
Unexpectedly, his son turned a deaf ear to his ears, staring straight ahead, as if he had lost his soul.
The older hunter grew up in the forest. Although he is more familiar with the mountains and forests north of Manoville and Braggs, he has been inspired by the legends of the mountain people since childhood. Naturally, he knows that in addition to the prey, there are some creepy things in the mountains. Where. In the north of Braggs, the forest there has been thoroughly developed by locals for thousands of years, and even the most remote places have hunters’ huts. Even so, there are occasional rumors that hunters encounter strange things and disappear every year. Several people, not to mention a remote place like Tonigel.
He immediately felt his cold hair stand up, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to his son, grabbed his shoulders and pulled back, shouting, "What are you looking at, get me back!" At the same time Looked in that direction.
From this look, the father and the son stood in place on the spot.
In the Hall of Trees, it was a scene of turmoil, and the screams of the light spirits were one after another—
"Energy recursive to 86... 77... 65... 40... 33... 11%, the transition is over, the re-realization begins, Valhalla begins to take root, recalculate the coordinates..."
"Valhalla, watch out for people!" Monica suddenly screamed.
"Ah..." exclaimed a little flusteredly.
"The Oldham fortress area has re-entered the state of blur, hurry! The seventh and eighth root systems will calculate the root coordinates again!"
"The re-blurring is complete, the magic power consumption exceeds the standard, enter the warning area, warning, the seventh group of magic engines is overheated!"
The light spirits screamed in panic: "That is the prototype provided by Miss Antitina. If it breaks, we will be dead!"
"We are dead!"
"Run!"
"Shut up, you idiots!" Monica was fed up with her little-brained companions: "This is not what I have to worry about now!"
"Inject coolant!" she shouted.
"After the coolant is injected, the temperature begins to drop, and the magic is expected to run out in twenty seconds. The countdown begins. Twenty, nineteen... ten, nine, eighth root system is completed, the seventh root system is completed, and the Oldham area is re-substantiated. Finish, disconnect the magic output... "
"The Valhalla transition is complete, the cooling begins, and it is expected that the recharge will be completed in fifteen minutes."
The tall girl in white finished the report in a plain tone, but her face was a little reddish, obviously the previous thrilling scene was not without shock to her. Then she closed her eyes and searched the state of the entire fortress, and then she said, "The state of the fortress is intact and there is no abnormality."
Monica slumped like a puddle of slime in front of the console under the crystal tower, and the other lights in the hall also made a sound of rejoicing, and then one by one was like a drunk fly. Falling to the ground crookedly, looking like a survivor.
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