"But I never thought it was you."
Brando spoke again, his gaze slowly sweeping across everyone in the air, including the new Earl of Yanbao. The opponent and the Thassard were standing together, their bodies blessed with the magical brilliance of the flying technique.
His gaze fell on this person, and he faintly replied: "Baron Dall, the younger brother of Earl Yanbao, I heard that you are just a waste indulging in wine, and I did not expect that the Dragon of Twilight will find it for a while with the help of all things. You, I don’t think you are worthy of the ring of snakes. For Eruin’s layout, the Dragon of Twilight has really spent a lot of money. It can be said to be well-intended."
"Shut up," Baron Dall yelled, "I am the Earl of Yanbao, and my damn brother just stole what belonged to me."
But Brandoli didn’t bother to pay attention to him, and turned his gaze to the other side of the wizards of the Silver People floating there: "Of course, there are also the Sassardes, the noble Silver People in the past, who have fallen to Becoming running dogs at dusk, it turns out that the Sald wizard and Vladimir reproduce the former glory of the Bugans in this way?"
"It's laughable and generous—"
There was silence on the battlefield.
Almost all the Eruin nobles who participated in this war changed their faces at this moment, and after a short silence, a loud discussion sounded.
Everyone looked at each other, everyone with a look of horror, even if they were willing to believe that the Lord Tonigel was lying, but everything in front of them—those terrible monsters—pointed to such a truth that they did not want to admit. .
Everyone shuddered. Although they dared to participate in a rebellion to overthrow the Corcovado royal family, they would never lose their minds and get along with the heretics or even the Dragon of Twilight.
Civilization and destruction, order and chaos, can never stand in the same camp.
"how so… "
"These damn royal parties, damn Golan-Elson Grand Duke, damn northern nobles, they lied to us!"
"How is it possible, is it that the dragon of dusk has come again, no, I don't want to die yet!"
"Enough, mortal—"
There was a sound of thunder in the sky, and Hollis couldn't help frowning. The trade with the Dragon of Twilight is certainly mutual use, but this is always a stain that cannot be washed away. He does not understand what the Sard Witch and Lord Vladimir think, but as Sassard As a member of the alliance, he must safeguard the interests of the alliance.
What shocked him was that this human being was so well aware of the transactions behind them, and even named the Earl of Yanbao as the One Meeting of All Things and the Dragon of Twilight. The damned Baron Dall also assured him that no one would recognize him. The price the Sasald must pay for this was at best interfering with the operation of the mortal world without authorization.
Interfering with the operation of the mortal world and colluding with the Dragon of Twilight, the crime of the two is more serious, even a small person like Hollis can easily distinguish it in his heart.
For the first time, this silver wizard had a murderous heart. He subconsciously felt that these people might not be able to live anymore, and it would be best to use magic to razed the entire Tonigel to the ground.
Thinking about this, he said indifferently: "It seems that you don't know us very well. You must understand that what you are saying now will become the reason why this land will be buried for you."
"Of course I know you." Brando replied, "Sassard's bastards, it's not the first time that you have done a massacre in Voende, in Silver Bay, in the Plains of Lorrier, In Baishan, how can I not understand what you think in your heart, and those who have witnessed all of this here today will probably be reduced to ashes under your spells."
This understatement of his answer caused an uproar among the nobles. Everyone looked pale. After a thousand years, many people only remembered the strength of the Buga, but forgot the indifference of these wizards.
Some people have already begun to weaken their feet, preparing to escape. In an instant, the number of noble lords remaining on the battlefield was reduced by one third.
But the Tonigel did not leave.
They can't leave either. This is the homeland where they were born and raised. If the homeland is destroyed, everything they carry on this land will also be in vain.
They have their own family, relatives, friends, everything will be wiped out.
Rather than escape, it is better to stay and face.
At least their lord is still here. If the Tonigel people lose everything, they will at least leave the only trust in their hearts, trusting their lord for free will lead them to victory.
Everyone's eyes focused on the young Lord Earl in the middle of the battlefield.
As for those who fled, only contempt and even contempt remained in people's eyes-those poor bugs thought they could escape far
Hollis was blocked by Brando's words-although the Sassards did never put mortals in their eyes, when did they massacre in the Lorrier Plain and in the White Mountains
This is naked|naked slander, OK
Of course, if he wants to know that Brando is putting his mind on their heads for what they will do in the future, he will probably vomit blood with anger. Is it so unreasonable? Isn't it okay that something hasn't happened yet
However, Brando did not intend to reason with these people.
Because some people are not worthy of reason at all.
"Stop talking nonsense with them, Lord Hollis." Baron Dahler was also shaking with anger. He thought about all kinds of scenes facing the legendary Lord Earl—like any villain, of course he Hope to step on this legendary hero.
Especially when he learned that the other party also won the favor of the legendary Obergus VII's palm jewel, the pride of the kingdom, Princess Griffin, which made him even more jealous.
He can say that he hates all the people in this world. In inheriting the power of the earl, he failed to compete with his elder brother, and he would have no way to enter the upper circle of the kingdom’s political arena. If it were not for his unique situation after this, I am afraid that he will live in this life. It is a loser who is concealed in the shadow of others.
Such an experience made him unnaturally hate any successful person in this world, and this legendary "good luck" Lord Earl is naturally no exception.
But he hadn't thought about it, he just had a face-to-face with the other party, and the Lord Earl acted like a prophet and a stick, and directly skinned him in front of everyone.
At that moment, he only felt a head-to-toe shame, colluding with everything, becoming the minions of the dragon of twilight. Although Baron Dall had never regretted it, it was something that was not visible after all-the point is, what evidence does the other party have to prove all this
If there is no evidence, just speak casually. What is this not just talking about it
It's okay if you are right, but guess the key wrong? Isn't that slander
Baron Dall was extremely embarrassed. He furiously said: "What qualifications does that guy have to say that we are in collusion with the Dragon of Twilight
"Quite a word?" Brando smiled.
"Could it be that these things are not crystal clusters, and the monsters that kill people are not nightmare, or do I forgive my eyesight, I can't see that these two damn monsters are twilight species?"
"You, how do you know them?"
Baron Dall was stunned.
Hollis also frowned, although he was also curious that a mortal in this area could distinguish the difference between the Dusk Species and the usual monsters at a glance. In the intelligence, the other party is just a human lord with some legendary experience, but what the other party knows at the moment is obviously far beyond his expected range.
For the first time, the Sassard wizard felt a little faintly that there seemed to be some problems with their intelligence.
But what irritated him even more was the stupidity of Baron Dale. If he could still prevaricate the past, wouldn't all of this now be the same as saying no to confess? No wonder this guy has always been a total loser.
"Okay." This discovery made Hollis feel that it is not a wise thing to confront this human here, but even if the other party knows more, the dead cannot speak. He waved his hand indifferently: "Your nonsense sounds very new, but I don't have any extra time to waste on you, mortal, our conversation ends here, and then, let you understand what the real truth is. —"
Brando was silent for a moment.
When everyone thought he had to bow his head in front of reality, the young Lord Earl raised his head lightly.
"How much is the truth about people?" he replied.
"Ha," Baron Dall seemed to have finally grasped the loophole in Brando's language. He sarcastically said: "How old is our Lord Earl, you won't be naive enough to think that there is still a knightly duel on the battlefield. Bar?"
Brando shook his head, feeling bored to say a word with this joker.
But he still asked, "I have a question for you, Dalle, how is Dilphary?"
Baron Dall was stunned, and then he reacted and replied: "You said my lovely niece, don’t worry, she’s not doing well. But I’ll find her soon, haha, I won’t be right then. I can guarantee that she can see you intact."
"But you won't have a chance."
Brando replied.
"What did you say?" Baron Dall did not hear clearly for a while.
But at this moment, Brando raised his head slightly.
Where he gazes at—
Above the gloomy sky, a beam of green light was falling from between the thick clouds, falling straight in the center of the battlefield.
An ethereal, young girl's voice resounded across the battlefield:
"The transition coordinates have been determined, and the energy is transferred to 86…77…65…40…33…11%, the transition is over, the re-realization begins, Valhalla begins to take root, recalculate the coordinates… ”
"Valhalla, reach the target point."