There was no mention of this plot in the strategy, most likely because they ended too early at the time. I didn't expect that these silver elves had already appeared on the mainland before and after the first Black Rose War.
While thinking about this, Brando went to rummage over the corpse of the Earth Envoy at hand. The remaining magic power in the corpse is condensing, condensing to form extremely pure magic crystals. This is the product of the 65th level BOSS, and it also has the attributes of God's blood. It is almost one of the best forging and alchemy materials below the same level, second only to the treasure of the dragon.
As he thought, he couldn't help but glance at Aloz next to him-of course he could only see the air.
"Your eyes are a little weird, Mr. Brando?"
"Yes."
"But Aloz already has a spouse, and I'm not interested in humans either-it's just Mr. Brando, it doesn't matter if I try it once in a while."
"Ahem."
When Brando was choking and coughing, people on both sides glanced at him. Then Earl Baal turned his head, looked at the silver elf on the opposite side with cold eyes, and broke the silence first:
"Negotiate—"
The silver elves nodded.
…
In fact, the long and boring negotiations between the two sides continued until the evening. In fact, the only real participants were Baal, Lewoods, and the Knight Commander of the Silver Elf. On the other side, Macaro and Buga, under Brando’s instructions, helped out Eco, who was covered in blood in the bushes, and thanked the latter reluctantly—the silver elves had already They made it clear that they wanted to defend Brando because he had guarded their king’s cemetery, so they had to lower their stance—and in fact, Brando gained far more from this behavior. He I can feel that I almost won the highest courtesy of the silver elves.
Not only were the soldiers friendly to him, the elf commander also solemnly gave him a ginkgo leaf in private. Brando certainly didn't think this was a token of love-although this thing looked like a bookmark, of course he knew that this thing was far more than just a bookmark, in fact it was a friendly proof. In other words, if he receives political persecution in Eruin in the future, he can take this ginkgo leaf to seek political asylum.
Of course, this is just a joke.
This ginkgo leaf represents a favor owed to him by the silver elves. As long as he or his descendants carry this piece of ginkgo, they can get a chance to ask for help from the silver elves. As for the content of the help, Brando has not tried it. He only knows that someone used this thing to rent more than a hundred heavy armored elf infantry from the silver elf in the previous life.
The lease term is one hundred years—
Although that thing is not as rare as the Phoenix Guard, it is also a first-class army on the mainland. But Brando wanted to give it a try now, but reason told him that it was unwise to immediately show an anxious attitude. After all, this is the real world, not a game. Establish a good relationship with the Silver Elf first, there will always be benefits in the future.
Behaved so impatiently at the beginning, it would have made this noble and indifferent race look down, wouldn't it be worth the loss
Although Earl Violet watched all this happen, he knew that he couldn't let his subordinates fight the silver elves here; the reputation of the chant legion once reverberated throughout the mainland, even in July. After a century, no one dared to challenge this. This shrewd middle-aged nobleman compared the strengths of both sides and made a wise choice:
After the two sides left the neutral zone where the negotiation was located, they each returned to their own camps, and then ordered their own troops to turn around, each backing 300 meters, and the atmosphere in the forest eased for a while.
Brando looked at this scene while sitting on the corpse of the Earth Envoy, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Although he did not participate in the negotiations, he also knew that the core of the negotiations between the two sides must be around why the silver elves appeared again after hundreds of years of disappearance. Although this area used to be the territory of the elven empire, one party took the initiative to give up after all. Now, Eruin has the right to take the oath of sovereignty. Today, two to three hundred years later, this place has already become part of the kingdom's inherent territory. Even if it is the closest ally in the past, it cannot be involved in this area at will.
But Brando could see that the Silver Elf's attitude was extremely tough, and he almost refused to give up. He didn't know what kind of agreement had been reached between them that would make Baal and Li Woods acceptable.
"Do you guess why the silver elves returned to the mainland?" he asked suddenly.
The nonchalant voice of the dragon girl Aloz immediately rang.
"How could I know about those weird guys, and they don't deal with outsiders—Oh, don't disturb other people's business!" The girl's voice suddenly complained.
"Business?"
"Of course," Aloz's voice was unconsciously proud: "I'm writing a script about the story of Knight Brando, but it was hard to get inspired. By the way, I forgot to talk to Mr. Brando. , My job is a poet—"
"poet?"
Brando frowned, as if the profession of poet among the dragons was extremely popular. He remembered that there was a very famous plot in the game before: a giant dragon created a huge dungeon underground by itself. Then grab some powerful monsters everywhere and put them inside to make BOSS and other monsters. Then let unknowing players enter the challenge, record the result of the challenge, and write it into a story. Of course, those players who really beat the BOSS can get a treasure—this treasure is actually a very small part of the dragon’s collection, and in fact it turned out to be less than ten of the benefits it earned from each story. More than one part.
He remembered that the dungeon was a level 45 dungeon. At first, the players thought it was just an ordinary dungeon, but later was discovered the inside story, and it was a good talk for a while.
But the evil taste of the dragons can also be seen from this.
Of course, this dragon is at least rich by labor. Compared to some unscrupulous people who rob the wealth directly, it is much better.
"Of course," the dragon girl seemed to be proud, but suddenly her tone changed: "Don't bother me, I'm annoying, forget it, I'll go over and write it by myself—" she finished, Brando heard The voice around him fell silent.
"Hey." He couldn't help but sneered to himself.
But at this time, he suddenly heard a soft sound behind him, and the young man thought that Aloz had returned so soon-but he turned his head and saw that Menis was standing there. At this moment, the former commander of the Phoenix Guard had already taken off his helmet. He looked at Brando carefully, and then at the corpse of the giant beast next to the young man, a trace of doubt flashed in his silver eyes.
Brando was shocked.
But he smiled immediately, and suddenly said, "I think that Minnes—"
Na Menis looked at him, slightly startled.
"It's better for you to wear a helmet."
"Why?" the silver elf asked indifferently.
"You are so handsome, I am a little stressed." The young man sighed.
For the first time Namis couldn't help but smile, he thought about it, and he really put his helmet back on. Only a pair of silver eyes were left looking at Brando, but Namenis paused for a while and then said, "I'm leaving, Brando."
Brando was startled slightly.
He seems to have never considered this issue.
But isn't it inevitable
The mission is over, of course Naminis should go back—
He suddenly wanted to say something, but when the words came to the end, he was suffocated-the scenes of fighting side by side with each other for several days were recurring scene by scene. Although there was no extra word, the kind of trustworthy sense of trust came from the bottom of his heart. He glanced at the other person, lowered his head, and thought of where Menis would go when he returned? Is the tomb of the silver elves, or is it an altar? Saya’s altar was weak and weak. Although he said that one day he would come and bring news of the outside world to the other party, who knows if he can meet again? Maybe it was like a real story mission. He and Namenis were just a fate. When they returned, there was only a lonely altar left in the forest of Chablis.
Brando knew that this was a great possibility.
He wanted to say something, but suddenly there seemed to be an empty space in his heart, empty and unable to say anything.
The young man hesitated for a long time, and finally he could only say nonchalantly: "You are leaving, then Menis? But the thing you promised me has not been done yet, you don't want to go wrong, right—"
The silver elf commander smiled irritably: "Looking at the bill, a good vocabulary invented by you humans. Of course I will promise."
As he spoke, he took a scroll from his arms and handed it to Brando.
Naminis hesitated for a moment, and replied softly:
"My thoughts are written on it, my friend."
This sentence struck Brando like a bolt of lightning, and he stayed there motionless for a while. Namenis smiled slightly, handed the scroll to his hand, then leaned in and hugged Brando: "Thank you for bringing us a long-lost battle, and let the blood in my heart boil again; you are very good, the battle is very good. Wonderful, but there is no permanent banquet in the world. In addition, you also owe me a promise—"
The silver elf commander whispered: "Remember to tell me what happened outside. For decades or even a hundred years, don't "reckless", my friend, is that what you said?" The pronunciation of the word in Cruz, and then asked with a smile.
"Yes… "
Brando raised his hand and wiped his eyes.
"The wind is a bit strong," he said.
Namenis nodded in understanding, and his body gradually disappeared into the air, leaving only his last smile, but it gradually faded away. The heroic spirits of twenty elven warriors turned into white light and rose into the sky at this moment, and disappeared far away somewhere in the southern forest—
Everyone watched this scene, but only the silver elves, Aloz and Brando really knew what was going on. The young man saw that the silver elf knight commander nodded at him kindly from a distance, as if to comfort him.
Brando's heart was slightly widened, and it was better. Indeed, that Menis was right, there is no permanent banquet in the world.
Is not it
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