Just as Brando spoke of Funia, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open without warning. The young lord paused, feeling slightly annoyed at who was so rude. He turned his head, his eyes reflected the most unique of the three faces outside the door—the face under the dark skin of the man had rocky edges and corners, the white eyebrows were sunken deep and the eyes were light gray; the hair braids formed into one. The bundle was drooping behind his head and landed on a bearskin coat, "Sir, you can't—" the mercenary at the door who was forced to retreat into the house stopped abruptly, and he turned his head back and looked sorry. Looking at the young lord, "My lord, they."
Brando waved to him, indicating that it was nothing. Then he raised his head and looked at each other. The tall druid stood motionless by the door. He recognized that the druid was named Andrew, one of the elders of the Deadwood Council; the two people behind him were named Red and Ram. , Are the young generation in the forest.
When the mercenary exited, he closed the door, and the room fell silent.
Andrew looked at the furnishings in the house with his characteristic eagle-like sharp eyes. Because the night’s battle had just passed and the room was too late to be re-arranged, he maintained the original dark and reddish style favored by Baron Grudin. , But there seemed to be a pungent smell on the thick carpet that made the druid elder frowned.
When the guards left, Antitina finally stood up a little angrily, "What are you doing!" Although she was petite, she looked at the other party without showing weakness and asked, "How can you break in like this!"
Brando sighed after hearing this, thinking that these guys who have been with beasts all day really don't know how to deal with people in the civilized world. But he stopped Antitina and saw Fonia behind the three druids—every time he saw the little girl’s long, waterfall-like long green hair that was like a new-born vine, permeating with vitality. She couldn't help but produce a fresh and stunning feeling—Funiya hid behind three druids who were as tall as bears, and smiled shyly at him. Brando's expression softened slightly, so he spoke:
"So, what's the matter?"
He could already confirm that these druids came for Funia. The druids in the forest are a special force in the Amber Sword. They abide by the agreement with Niya (①) and live in the black forest outside the boundaries of civilization. In addition to recording the effects of the Magic Moon on animals in the wild areas, it also monitors the growth of the Black Forest (②). However, the druids in some areas have a good relationship with the local residents, and occasionally walk out of the forest to warn the locals of the invasion of monsters. But it's just that the druids of the Deadwood Council certainly don't belong to this category. They appear here, and something must have happened in the forest—just what is it that has something to do with a little girl like Fonia.
"Master Viscount," Andrew replied stiffly, "we're here to take away Funia."
Brando wasn't surprised, "What do you mean?" He asked while going to see Fonia. But the little girl avoided his eyes, bowed her head and nodded—it made him feel a little strange.
"So," Brando looked at the three druids, "what can you do if you come to me?"
"It's such an adult," the young man who had been standing behind Andrew came in at the opportunity. "Although we consulted Miss Funia, her father, and the elder Green Village, Miss Funia still insisted on getting the adult's advice. I will leave only if I agree."
"Is that so?" Brando looked down at Fonia.
"That's it," Funia replied in a low voice, "Brother Brando."
The young lord looked at her and then at Andrew and his party. He thought for a while, and felt even more strange, "So what is going on," he simply frowned and asked, "Why don't you say it straight."
"Miss Fonia asked us to form an alliance with you, Viscount Lord," Andrew's light gray gaze fell on him, unchanged, as if looking at a certain link in the whole Eruin's stale aristocratic system. He opened his mouth: "Because it is said that you got in trouble to save her," Andrew said forcefully in cruz, "We thought about it. It's not unacceptable, but there are a few conditions—"
"Wait," Brando frowned, and he interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "I am not interested in trafficking in human beings. You'd better explain to me from beginning to end what this is all about."
The silence in the room caused Antitina and Fro to look back at him.
The three druids glanced at each other, and then Andrew spoke: "Well, Master Viscount. This matter should start with the reason why the three of us left the forest this time, because the holy man’s prophecy appeared in the forest. "Brando heard that the tip of his eyebrows raised slightly, but he kept listening patiently. The elder Druid continued: “It was mentioned in the revelation that a little girl inherited Lord Niya’s will and will be born in this land.” He paused, “...and we think this little girl is Fonia."
"Apocalypse?" Brando replied softly-in the world of Vaughan, although God is incarnate as a law, he still has the will to influence the world. When this will intervenes in the history of mortals, an oracle will be lowered. This is the prophecy of the saints. But he glanced at Fonia, and first thought whether these druids were lying to him, but the druids would never make fun of the gods of the forest, unless these guys are fakes—but of course they won’t be fakes. Yes, Druid's spells can't hide from Brando's eyes.
This news made him a little surprised. If Funia was born at the behest, wouldn't she be the chosen one. Brando further thought of Grudin's actions against Funia, and perhaps the undead of Madara got some enlightenment from this apocalypse. Furthermore, maybe the Baron also got the wind from those bone shelves, so that the previous mystery becomes interpretable, and it seems that the connection between the Earl of Dnell and Madara is more than just It's as simple as using each other... From the perspective of this oracle, the possibility of deeper alliances is not ruled out. But an oracle involving the undead of the druid and Madara at the same time, I am afraid it is more than just a simple matter as Niya.
Brando couldn't help but think that the forest goddess and the undead are incompatible, and Topi Madara can only be the dark dragon.
In this way, things become more complicated.
"How do you determine the person mentioned in the oracle?" Brando got serious and asked, "It's Funia?"
"My lord, we have a means of confirmation." Reid replied.
"means?"
Andrew nodded, he immediately bowed his head and said to Funia, "Miss Funia, can you please turn around?" The tall druid made a respectful look to a little girl who was less than half his height. Bend down like a cumbersome bear, looking quite funny. But Fonia nodded obediently. She turned around, inserted her hand from behind the beautifully shaped ears and parted the long hair behind her head-Brando could see that there was a beautiful piece on the back of her white neck. Pattern.
It was a leaf-like pattern, derived from a thumb-sized emerald in the center, forming a vein. When Brando saw the pattern, he almost didn't get up from his chair immediately, "Niya's Holy Pattern!" He yelled in a low voice, holding the table tightly with his hand, and blurted out subconsciously: "Martha is on," Daughter of the Forest!"
Andrew nodded to Funia, and the little girl let her long hair fall again. She turned around and smiled shyly. But the tall Druid looked serious. He looked at Brando, "Lord Lord," Andrew said, "Do you know this legend?"
"You mean the saint in the woods?" Brando finally calmed himself down, he nodded, "Forgot to introduce myself-I'm not actually Viscount Gunstin, that's just what I used to deceive Grudin. You can call me Brando, I’m a Highlander, and the Mr. Charles you’ve seen before is my wizard’s servant," he paused, "In fact, I have learned a lot since I learned from my teacher. Things, and the legend about the saint in the forest was also heard at that time..."
Brando half-truthed the old lie, and the three druids didn't express any objection after listening to it. Instead, there was a sense of surprise. The wizards were so knowledgeable that it became Brando's best excuse to conceal his identity. Besides, Charles would never help him expose this lie anyway. But when they heard the young lord continue to say something, their expressions suddenly changed: "The saint in the forest is the opener of Valhalla—"
"You mean Valhalla?" Andrew almost came over and twisted Brando's collar, but it took him a step to remember that this ordinary-looking young man sitting in a chair is actually a terrifying golden-class fighter. . He froze for a moment, then stopped and asked, "My lord, you said Valhalla is related to the saint in the forest? That fantasy country that only exists in the legend?"
"You don't know?" Brando was taken aback. The saint in the forest is the one chosen by Niya, the daughter of the forest. The only inheritor of Valhalla's bloodline has a considerable connection with this druid, and it is hard for him to believe that they will know nothing. But he still shook his head: "Valhalla does not only exist in the legend, on the contrary, it has always existed in this forest." He looked up, "But I'm very curious, you have always lived in this forest. In the middle of the world, he would have no idea."
The druids looked at each other, and they discussed each other in a low voice for a while before calming down. "The existence of Valhalla in this area has always been a legend. Rumors say that this dusty country is one of the first few guarded places left by Lord Martha," Ram said: "Such a long history before No one can confirm the story. According to legend, Valhalla has a'primitive fire'. If it can be rekindled, the black forest south of Tonigel will become a place of order," he couldn't help swallowing. With a spit, "In this way, the work of the many druids of the Witherbark Council for generations to protect the land can finally come to an end, and I can have an explanation to Lord Niya."
"So," Brando glanced at them, "This is the meaning of the Apocalypse."
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①: Goddess of the Forest
②: A kind of wilderness. The Black Forest is a vast forest outside of civilization on the border of Vaughan. Widely distributed in the area from the south of Eruin, to St. Osor, Grace of the Knights and even on the border of Ellanta. As early as the dark ages, humans had learned to explore and explore in the Black Forest. Open up a new place of protection.