The vast earth slept in the darkness, Wan Lai was silent, and the silence seemed to mourn for the souls who died on this land. The starry sky hangs upside down, and the meteors cross the purple-red half of the sky. They are fleeting, as if to symbolize the names that shining momentarily in the long river of history.
Bresson stood silently in the cold night breeze, one after another orders were issued from him, the guard team galloped through the ruins of the green village, annihilated the remaining enemies, all the undead must be purified, everything.
The young captain felt that only by doing so could he feel better.
He checked the time, and he still had half an hour.
Zeto watched this scene from a distance. He shook the glass jug in his hand and touched the young man next to him: "You, are you called Essen?"
Essen was startled slightly.
"My name is Zeto, do you want something?" He held up the flat flask: "The pure Lake Chehu fire wine, I found in a wine cellar with Lions. Unfortunately, after the war, I don’t know if I can still I can't drink it..."
He paused for a while.
"You know, I used to have an ideal, I want to be the best scout."
"But I regret it a bit now."
Essen thought this man was weird, but he was a little interested in why the other party regretted it. A person will never regret it for no reason
"Why?" he asked.
"My biggest goal in the past was to find the enemy, because finding the enemy is my value. But what I want to do most now is to hide the villagers. Hide them, at least they will not be killed, but you know what, I There is nothing I can do, I can't do anything—"
"this is not your fault."
"I'm a soldier." Zeto took a sip: "When I saw the girl crying, I wish I could die on the battlefield like Covento. But I'm still alive, I can't escape. "
The young man was silent. For some reason he thought of Brando subconsciously. He had an illusion that the young man who led them out of the predicament again and again can lead them out of the gloom this time.
Perhaps the hunch is true, all difficulties will be easily solved—
I hope.
he thinks.
…
Brando and Freya sat together.
To be honest, Brando felt that he was not good at comforting people. He thought it would be better to change someone else here, but the damn Bresson left with a stinky face, and Essen also leaned far away and refused to come over—hey, this is your captain. Isn't it
Fortunately, Freya quickly adjusted her emotions, but she had been staring in a certain direction in a daze, and her bright eyes were filled with loneliness at this moment.
Brando recognized the kind of loneliness, he had seen the same look in the body called the Valkyrie—the quiet sadness flowing, as if it would never be removed.
But he suddenly felt a bit pity, he liked the simple, soft-hearted and somewhat persistent Freya, the Freya who could be angry for small things.
But how should he speak? He hesitated for a long time, but his words became pale and weak. He had prepared several lines, but none of them were suitable.
When he had a headache, the girl spoke first:
"Mr. Brando," she called.
"Yep?"
"You said, why is there a war?"
Ah, he really didn't think about this issue seriously. In the game, great guilds fight for the distribution of benefits, reputation, and even just for face, while countries fight for benefits, sovereignty, and territory, and the flames of war will spread on the earth at any time.
In the past, he might have answered, because human beings are always dominated by desires, yearning to conquer and plunder, so they always conquer each other.
But after experiencing everything today, especially Freya's weak cry will be imprinted in his heart forever, indelible. He suddenly found that this answer was ridiculous, because no one could surpass his own race, human beings-both weak and strong.
"War will always happen, we only have to choose to accept."
"We were born in a very bad era. We can't choose our era. But we can try to change it," Brando replied. As he said, his heart suddenly opened up because of his own words: "Maybe nothing can be changed. , But at least we have worked with many people to achieve it-such a memory is already precious."
He remembered the days when he was fighting for Eru in the game, many friends, many like-minded partners, many vows, although the final song ended, but at least his countless memories-never regretted losing.
That is the memory of Eruin.
Dreaming around, let him not forget for a long time.
The girl was silent on one side.
"Freya."
"Yep?"
"You must love them very much."
"En." The girl replied, "After my father passed away, Aunt Hill has been taking care of me. They are proud of me."
"But why am I not? I love them more than anything else."
"It's just that I'm very strange, why did God choose you?" Brando said.
"Yep?"
"Freya, if one day you become the patron saint of this land, have you thought about it?"
"How is it possible, Mr. Brando, are you secretly laughing at me?" The girl was a little angry, but her voice lowered: "I want to be the captain, but I only have so much strength, only so little . I just want to do my responsibilities, too far, I can’t do it.”
No, not only did you do it, you did it well. Freya, you will be the last hero of Eruin and the one most missed by people.
Humble, serious, strong, and kind-hearted, God has given you ordinary talents, but it has also given you the best qualities and unique experiences.
Brando turned the ebony gargoyle statue in his hand over and over. He stared into the distance and sighed: "Freya, I don't know where you will go in the future, but I want you to remember a word."
"Yep?"
"Do you know the word companion? No matter how far you go, there are many people with you. You will never be alone."
Freya was taken aback, and suddenly there was a sense of grief in her eyes. She thought of Roman, thought of little Phoenix, thought of Essen and Markmi, and thought of everyone in the third detachment of the militia.
Of course, there is also Aunt Hill.
She wiped the corner of her eyes and raised her head to look at the sky-the night was divided into two halves by a fiery red curtain, the green village was burning, and the blazing flames in the darkness seemed to herald a greater catastrophe.
"Thank you." She replied softly, "Shameless Brando."
Our hero choked.
But when he turned his head, Freya's eyes were bright, like stars in the night sky. At that moment, Brando suddenly felt that his existence was valuable, at least the history was different, didn't it.
…
Bresson quickly got what he wanted—food, medicine. Although the surface of the green village has been almost completely destroyed, it is not difficult to find these things-the undead do not need food or medicine, these things are just piled there so randomly.
Besides, they still have Brando.
Although the three towns of Buchi, Weibin, and Qingcun are all within the jurisdiction of the Buchi garrison, it can be said that the young people who are familiar with these garrisons are really not as good as Brando.
Brando used his past memories to easily find the secret cellars of the two squire manors. In addition to food and medicine, there were also materials, pig iron, copper, and even gold and silver. But they can't bring the extra things, so they can only seal the cellar intact, maybe they can keep it for later use.
Of course, it is not Brando's habit to enter the treasure house empty-handed, especially as a player. The owners of these manors died in this war, and they had no descendants. Brando knew that these manors were later torched by the undead of Madara—the secret cellars later became the player’s most passionate things. Just find One can make a small fortune.
This is why he is so familiar with the location of these cellars-players are always unprofitable creatures who get up early.
But he can't bring big things, but the magic equipment definitely can't let go. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he popped out a few hidden compartments—most of them were gold and silver jewelry, but our protagonist dismissed those things. These are wealth in the game, but on the battlefield they are worthless except as a burden.
The young deputy captain of the security guard looked at him suspiciously with a dark face: When did this guy learn the burglar trick, but he wouldn't be willing to fall for his character, right
Brando pulled out a female half-length armor from the inside with a bang. This is a set of retro armor. The bright surface is decorated with complicated brass plating. The black and gold pattern shows that it is a work of art in the style of the glorious year of return.
But before people looked away from this beautiful armor, Brando screamed and pulled out an armed suit from there. Then he waved to Freya: "Freya, come here."
"En?" Our future Valkyrie lady was slightly startled.
"Try this armor."
"Wait," Bresson couldn't help but taunted subconsciously: "Brando, you don't want Freya to wear that set of decorations, do you? Not all armors are used in actual combat, you know. ?"
Brando didn't bother to care about him at all, he was about to put on Freya with his armed suit. However, the girl blushed, put on a ponytail and took over the armed clothes and said: "I, I will come by myself."
He was taken aback. He didn't pay much attention to the game before. He and the female knights and warrior companions also helped each other in the armor, but he forgot that this was the reality.
"What do you think?" Bresson couldn't help asking when seeing Freya running behind the pile of wood alone.
"what?"
"It's a work of art. It's too heavy. You don't want Freya to wear it to fight, do you? Besides, have your militiamen learn how to fight with armour?"
"Too heavy?" Brando heard this for the first time. He couldn't help but looked back at the young deputy guard captain, wondering if his brain was flooded.
He didn't explain much, beckoning Freya to come over, and then help her put on this half-length armor. Then he asked: "How do you feel?"
"A bit heavy and not very flexible."
The young people behind Bresson snickered, an obvious ornament-can it be heavy? Of course, most of these laughs were well-meaning, but there were also malicious sarcasm.
Brando ignored them, and said to this suit: "S'taz."
This word is an ancient language, meaning wind.
The half body armor was enveloped by a layer of cyan light for an instant, and it floated from Freya with a bang, covering her whole body tightly. The girl was startled slightly, and yelled in surprise, "This—?"
Brando turned his head: "The back half-body armor infused with wind elements is unexpectedly described as too heavy. Surely the elf craftsman who designed this armor will not look down even if he is dead, right?"
Bresson's face was as deep as water, while the young knights behind him were silent.