People come and go in the hall of Fir Castle. Brando is with Medissa, Charles, Qian, and Tabby. Watching the mercenaries come in and out, they will create a dusty, huge map. Moved out of the basement and placed it horizontally on a long table.
When the map was placed horizontally on the long table, everyone around the long table couldn't help but sigh. But only the younger sister among the wild elves asked: "Lord Lord, how do you know that bad guy will put the map in the basement?" After she finished speaking, she immediately glanced at her sister carefully. Fortunately, this time Flor didn't bother her, but just glared at her badly. In fact, the scene where Brando was promoted to the Elements had completely shocked her, and she still hasn't recovered a bit until now.
Brando knew that the "bad guy" in the little girl's mouth was referring to Grudin, but the baron who was once invincible was now lying in the courtyard outside. At this time, he was not in the mood to collect the corpse for this scum, and maybe it would be useful in the future.
He looked at the door of the hall. The mercenaries were gathering in the inner court. In addition to clearing out the remaining enemies, one of their tasks was to investigate the escaped Bai Tiamas Qiuyue. But Brando knew that the opponent could not stay in Firwood Castle. Although the guy in the previous confrontation could be said to be a disastrous defeat, Bai never did meaningless things.
For example, staying here to make trouble for him to vent his anger or something, that is not the habit of the black knight among the four knights of the apocalypse. If it were the red knight Ledios, it would be possible. But Bai never put himself in a dangerous situation meaninglessly, which is one of the reasons why he is one of the most difficult to deal with among the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
Will not easily leave a handle—
"Most nobles have the same habits, Tia." Brando thought, and replied: "And this thing may not have been put down by Grudin. I doubt whether he has the will to govern this territory. "He said half-true and half-false, he knew that this map had nothing to do with the habits of the nobles, but he knew exactly what was in the basement. When the player later overthrew Grudin, although he was not one of them, he knew exactly what happened.
Brando looked at the map, which should have been the planning map left during the construction of Fir City. Naturally, this thing didn't come from Grudin's handwriting, maybe it was something left over for several generations. So much so that the young wizard on the side frowned:
"This thing is at least decades old," Charles replied with a cough, "Does this guy care about his territory at all. In the territory of the Dark Tower Wizard, the wizards remap the map every year. ."
Brando shook his head, thinking you think everyone is a wizard? Besides, this is Tonigel. In the whole Eruin is the most savage and fringe zone, what can you expect? He swept the dust on the map with his hand, and replied: "In this era, it is normal for a city map of such a small place to remain unchanged for decades. It is barely usable. Besides, we don’t need it now. That detailed map."
"In this era?" Charles frowned and looked at him.
"Oral addiction," Brando raised his head and gave him an angry glance: "Any opinion?"
"No," the young man shook his head hurriedly: "It's just that when an adult says this, he is immediately full of a sense of historical heaviness. It seems that when you say such a sentence, your adult, you are already standing at the height of history. It's really wise. Shenwu, wise Shenwu."
Brando couldn't laugh or cry for a while: "Stop talking nonsense."
But he turned around again, and remembered something: "By the way, red hands are soft... No, Flor, where is the equipment I asked you to organize?"
"Huh?" The older sister among the wild elf sisters seemed to wake up at this time. She was taken aback for a moment, and then asked, "What?"
"Cleaning up the battlefield?"
"Oh," Fro was startled slightly, "Is it the relic of that bone shelf? There is something very strange when it comes to talking about it. I was just about to ask the lord, how about you—"
weird stuff
Brando was stunned. The equipment dropped by senior generals like Kabais, such as the golden Madara, would generally not go too far there. But to say it is a strange thing, there are a lot of strange equipment in the Amber Sword, but apart from those low-level toys, all strange things above the fantasy level are not the'little artifacts' that are widely circulated among players. Therefore, he couldn't help but become curious when he heard the red hand soft girl say this.
But he was about to ask a question when he saw Kerencia, who was sweating profusely, walking in from the hall at the same time as the young man in a blue-gray robe.
Seeing these two people, Brando's face was solemn, and immediately interrupted Flo's words. Some asked hurriedly: "What happened?"
"It's time to rest, sir, you can set off anytime—" Kerencia gave him a careful look and replied.
His words were like a signal, with a sound, everyone in the hall picked up their weapons and got up from their seats. Even Akane, who had been talking with Funia over there, patted the little girl on the shoulder, and then stood up. Brando looked at these people and nodded: "Then let's go! Support Fern is left to you, Mr. Clencia, I will let Miss Metisa go with you. As for the other side, what's the situation?"
After listening to Brando, Medissa nodded to Clencia.
However, the silver-haired middle-aged man frowned, shook his head and said, "The signal has been sent, but there is still no news. I have sent a scout to contact me, but I won't be able to return for a while."
"It's too late," Brando shook his head: "You must set off immediately."
"But my lord, I know Yuta," Kerencia said suddenly, "Even if she doesn't arrive in time, she will definitely choose to hold Madara's undead as much as possible. My lord, so I don't think you need to worry too much. …"
He hadn't finished speaking, but Brando interrupted: "It's useless, they can't hold it. I know Madara's customary tactics better than you, surrounded by the boundless army of skeletons. Unless they are defending by danger, two or three hundred mercenaries are like stones thrown into the sea. In just a few moments, there will be no bones left."
He put his hands on the table and looked up at everyone: "What's more, there are corpses and black warriors hidden in them."
Brando straightened up and picked up Akane's long sword: "The only thing we can do now is to set off right away. The rest is to pray that Miss Yuta can get to Simon in time. Otherwise, there will be only one ending left. —"
The hall fell silent.
Everyone looked at each other, but when they saw Brando finished speaking, they didn't say a word, picked up the sword and left the position and walked out. After a shock, they still followed one by one. At this time, only Charles raised his head from the dusty map and asked in a leisurely manner: "So the worst ending left is to give up Fir City, right? Lord Lord?"
Everyone was taken aback, not understanding why the topic of the young wizard turned to this.
But Brando stopped at the door and looked back at him: "What did you think of?"
"I just thought, sir, you are really as bold as ever—"
Brando smiled slightly.
"Because the cost is too high," he replied: "In order not to lose money. I had to choose the most rewarding way, although the risk is higher. But as I said, a dead person still cares about putting it around his neck. Is it one or two ropes?"
"That's true, but I don't know until now—sir, you and Miss Roman are a perfect match."
Brando smiled.
"My lord?" Tiger Sparrow asked unclearly.
"What Charles said was exactly what I planned," Brando nodded, and replied, "I will not only kill Grudin, but also declare ownership of Tonigel. Let Count Dnell think it necessary. It makes me look good, and I use this piece of land that originally belonged to him to give him a good look. Victory is not only about strength, but wisdom also holds the key to overturning—"
"No one can beat the future—"
He stepped outside the door, then looked back at the silver-haired middle-aged man-the only outsider in this hall: "Besides, who stipulates that a new nobleman is only allowed to have one territory? You say so, right? Mr. Kerencia?"
Kerencia was sweating profusely and looked at Brando with a dull look. At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind: either he is crazy, or the young man is crazy! He is basically challenging all the traditions of this ancient kingdom and the rules of the game between the nobility.
Forcibly invaded the territory of a nobleman—
Martha is on! If he succeeds, then he will subvert all the ancient cognitions of Eruin.
The silver-haired middle-aged man couldn't help lowering his head, and suddenly thought that there was another possibility in his heart—that is, they were all crazy!
However, Charles had a different view from this mercenary captain. The young wizard raised his head and asked in no surprise: "But now it seems that the risk is indeed great. The undead is outside the city, and if you give up Fir City, the lord has lost his excuse to gain a foothold in Tonigel. stop-"
"So, what is your lord going to do?" He asked, "Or are you going to hide in the forest to fight guerrillas? By the way, my lord, what did you say about the sixteen-character policy last time you taught me?"
Brando smiled slightly, and he turned his head. His gaze passed through the large arch outside the hallway, and there was deep darkness outside the door. But Brando understands that the break of dawn is only in a moment. Maybe in the next moment, the sun will rise from the horizon.
But, can Firwood City really last until the next moment
"It's up to people to make things, and it's up to the sky." The young man replied: "Since you have chosen the life of a gambler, you must calm down and enjoy the gambler's stimulus|excitement—"
"As for guerrillas," he replied, "Don't worry, I'm also a descendant of the grandmaster."