"Elements?"
Brando seems to have never heard of similar elements, although reversing cause and effect, time retrospect and spatial dislocation can achieve similar effects. But the first description of logic (causality) is: sequence, law, and time is only related to the relative motion of objects, and the process of reversal cannot be related to it.
The way in which the power of the element of the gold rank is inherently uncontrollable, and it is bound to have its effect, so the element of time can almost certainly be eliminated.
There are too many definitions of space. Just one element of "space" has several meanings, and it has a lot of intersection with the element of time. Originally order and stability seem to describe the definition of space, but there are countless sub-definitions in space-which can be related to displacement, vector, movement, and even matter and spirit.
However, there is one point that spatial dislocation is related to displacement, and obviously has nothing to do with stillness and stability.
As for the sub-elements of the lower level: the essential elements of cause and effect, or elements such as optical elements, refraction, tortuous paths, or illusions, cannot reduce the temperature of the material world, let alone related to order and stability.
Brando felt someone approaching behind him, and a faint scent came from his nose, like the scent of some kind of tree leaves in the southern hills of Eruin after the summer. He knew that Akane would often wear it on her hairpins. There is a leaf of this kind. He could feel the red-haired girl approaching him without turning his head. She looked ahead and untied her saber-although not very often-and silently handed it to him.
"Here." Qian said.
"thanks."
Brando took the sword, just in time to see the tall figure of Kabais standing up from the ruins and pattering towards the falling stones. The undead lord looked here bitterly, Brando’s elemental power made it suspicious. Its element: the power of soul is designed to strengthen attack and defense. Compared with the weird elements of young people, it is completely at a disadvantage, almost It fell to the ground and was suppressed; it did not dare to act rashly. Although the mercenaries under the leadership of Metisha attacked the private army of Baron Grudin in an unstoppable manner, Kabais could only stand motionlessly with Brando.
It originally had the chance to win, but at this moment it was even worried that the mysterious young man would take the initiative to attack. This bone frame was pressed against the wound on his brass armor, and he was not sure whether he could really stop Brando’s attack. . It knew that the situation could not be changed, but at least it also asked Brando to stay here.
"Defeat it?" Qian grabbed the axe and spear tightly and asked when she turned her head.
Brando shook his head. He was equally unsure, the power of the elements was erratic and could not be mastered. The actual power of Kabais far exceeds him, it can bear the cost of making mistakes, but he can't. If once he misestimated the role of the elements, as long as Kabais seizes an opportunity to fight back, then the price will be unbearable.
The young man has put aside life and death, but he is in this position, but he is responsible for more people.
Death is simple, but it is the choice of the coward.
"It attacked just now to force you out, I thought you could see it." Brando replied, and he said that Akane blocked the axe for him.
"I'm sorry," Qian suddenly reacted and looked at him in surprise: "You...you know?" But she obviously followed up alone, so far away in the forest, besides, she also has the experience of hiding in the forest. . The red-haired girl clearly remembered that he took Fonia and walked far in front. She didn't look back once, she suddenly shut up and looked at Brando suspiciously.
She wondered if Brando was cheating her.
"I noticed it when you went out with me," Brando replied, "a container of God's blood."
"what."
The red-haired girl lowered her head. It seemed to her that the young lord was accustomed to controlling everything and doing his own way. Even the likable merchant lady, he was as stern as he was to blame, let alone her. But before she acted rashly, she thought about it alone, and blamed it. She was used to it anyway-at least compared to the feeling of not being taken seriously.
She took a breath, and suddenly thought of another possibility. He doesn't want to transfer the crime to Sandford and everyone, right? The more the girl thought about it, the more she felt it was possible, and she couldn't help raising her head and looking at him alertly.
"What are you thinking again?" Brando read a clear suspicion from the red-haired girl's eyes.
"I'm doing things by myself, and I'll take care of them by myself." Qian frowned and said.
"Responsible?" Brando looked at Kabais motionless, wondering whether you can afford it or I can. But he wasn't in a hurry, and he just talked with Qian one after another. But his indifferent attitude made the red-haired girl think that he would definitely anger the gray wolf mercenary. She couldn't help feeling anxious. She didn't expect that her temporary behavior would convict others.
Qian gritted her teeth, "Anything is fine!"
Although she is only an orphan, a girl who grew up in a mercenary group. But he is also familiar with rumors about nobles.
Brando was startled slightly and looked at her. The girl’s cheeks were red, and her ears were hot. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength before she said this sentence: "Anything is okay... My lord, but please don't trouble them."
"what?"
"Isn't it enough?" Qian asked through gritted teeth.
"What?" Brando was a little puzzled: "They? Who are they?"
"Sanford, and everyone."
"Why should I trouble them?"
The red-haired girl was dumbfounded. She raised her head and looked at Brando with amber eyes, as if trying to distinguish the authenticity between his looks.
"Because—" She realized that she had missed her mouth, but she said nothing at all.
Brando suddenly understood what she was talking about, and he smiled: "With your character, I would be surprised if you don't keep up."
"Really?" Qian Wei asked inaudibly. She turned her head away again: "I'm like a fool to say..."
"That's not true," Brando shook his head. "I just respect your choice."
"So what about the others." The red-haired girl's eyes flashed.
"Everyone has their own responsibilities and obligations, just like people can be willful, but cannot be willful all the time." Brando replied: "I respect their choice as much, but after the choice, the rest is This choice is the only remaining responsibility. Impulse can dominate a person's momentary behavior, but the boundary between ideal and naivety lies in whether a person really understands what he has to pay for it and what he is willing to pay for it."
"So you must be here, and you wouldn't choose to escape, right?"
The red-haired girl nodded, looked at the shadow cast by the fir castle in the darkness, and said fiercely: "Hey, if you want me to shrink in front of that scum, it's better to kill me—"
"So, our attitude is the same—" Brando smiled bitterly: "We are on the same front and fighting side by side. Why should we blame you?"
Qian lowered her eyelids: "After all, I'm still an outsider."
Brando glanced at her and suddenly realized what the girl was thinking. He certainly hoped that she would become a subordinate, a golden-class combat power, which would attract attention everywhere. But that’s not bad, slowly blending into the collective, emotionally speaking, it’s more stable. He never planned to give up Qian, but used other members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group to blackmail a girl, which was obviously not his hobby.
So he just smiled.
There was a moment of silence on the battlefield. Brando saw that Kabais’ huge bone claws held the short spear—of course, from the perspective of ordinary people, it was no different from an ordinary spear—the soul fire in the eye sockets of the undead lord was burning and motionless. The young man knew that he had made up his mind to set himself here. He absently glanced at the battle ahead, and said to Qian, "Aki."
"exist."
"Go and support Medissa, okay? Leave it to me—"
Akane nodded and raised the axe and spear.
She looked at Kabais in the mist, took two steps, and stopped again. "Just use the order—" the girl's voice said softly, and Brando was taken aback and raised his head. However, the back of the red-haired girl had disappeared on the smoky street. Brando was dumbfounded, then smiled.
He looked up at Kabais again, both sides motionless.
While Brando confronted the undead lord, on the other side of the battlefield, Metissa was in trouble. When the mercenaries continued to drive Grudin's private army to the inner city, relying on the advantages of fighting will and fighting power, the smooth offensive encountered trouble when it approached Fir Castle. This is the last line of defense for the private soldiers of the nobles, but behind the line of defense is not only Grudin’s private army, but also rows of bones that shone with a faint bony luster and pale in the moonlight. shelf.
These skeleton soldiers are quite different from what Brando had seen in Bouche. Compared with the average skeleton warriors, they were wearing light leather armor, armed with short spears, short swords and a small round shield. Each one carries three or four identical bone spears. They stand silently behind the defense line, motionless-but in fact, in the short-term contact they had faced each other, they caused a great deal of damage to the mercenaries. Loss. And if Brando is here to distinguish these undead creatures-Madara's elite column of "bone thorns", these bone frames are the assault columns among the low-level undead, the famous guards of Targus-even can be called It is the'high-level existence' among the low-level units.
In fact, if they are there, Targus or the high-ranking generals around it should appear somewhere.
It was like this undead knight standing quietly in front of the female knight, holding a huge sickle and dragging it to the ground, wearing a long black cloak. Among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, if one of the most powerful beings in this season should be the Green Knight, Malfos, who is the commander of the'Wolf Plague' Legion at this moment. But the most taboo and unpredictable thing is the black knight and the fair judge.
It raised its head, half crying and half laughing expression on the metal mask constituted a weird symbol, but the golden eyes fell on Medissa.
"Who are you?" Medissa frowned slightly. She fought with the opponent before, instinctively feeling the strength of the opponent.
"Silver Elf," the black knight stunned slightly, with a voice full of magnetism: "Are you with that person? It's really hard to see. It's neither Viscount Gunstyn nor Bucher's cloth. Lando—professed to be a Highlander, but it’s impossible for the Dark Tower wizard to have such an understanding of Madara. In my opinion, he is more like an ancestor—"
"Ancestors?" The silver elf princess stayed for a while.
But the other party raised his head.
A beam of fire from the south was reflected in his eyes, and it was a magic signal rising into the sky—
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