Brando stood up and walked to Fonia, put his hand on the little girl’s young shoulder, patted gently and replied, "Funiya is a sensible child," he raised his head and looked at her figure. The tall druid elder. "I regard Fonia as my own sister, so I entrust her to you according to her wishes. As for whether she can become a citizen of the forest (in Warnd, another name for Druids), I don’t I don’t care, but I ask you to ensure her safety." He paused, and said in a serious tone: "This can be done, right?"
Andrew nodded: "Needless to say, Lord Lord."
"Thank you, Brother Brando." Feniya grabbed the corner of her clothes with both hands, and replied with her head up and down.
Brando smiled slightly and stroked her forehead. The little girl's seriousness and sensibility are naturally likable no matter where she is, but in fact, Brando doesn't care about the things she said that the Druid would'aly' with him. It can be seen that Andrew was actually unwilling at the beginning, but since they had the Valhalla connection, then this alliance relationship is actually a natural thing.
He turned his head and said to the noble girl: "Antitina, you take Fonia to prepare something for the journey."
"Huh?" The noble daughter looked at Andrew, as if she had just recovered from her thoughts. She looked at Brando in confusion, "Should I go?"
"Of course," Brando replied, "Funiya is a girl, although she is still a child. Naturally, only you girls know what to bring. Or you have to ask Roman to do it on her behalf—"Young The person laughed, and the conversation turned: "But leave Fonia to her, are you relieved?"
Antitina thought of the carefree look of the merchant lady, and I was afraid that she would help Fonia prepare for her outfit. She would fill the little girl’s backpack with a bag full of her favorite glass beads—though those glasses Every one of the beads was bought from those dealers when she spent a lot of work in Butcher. She sighed involuntarily: "But... Isn't Akane OK?"
"She is not as careful as you." Brando replied.
Antitina glanced at him, inexplicably happy. But when she saw Brando's eyes, she knew that the other party might have other things, she thought for a moment, and simply asked: "Are there any other orders, Lord Lord?"
"Notify Kerencia and let them come to see me." Brando replied.
Antitina nodded, she walked over and took Fonia's little hand, took the little girl who turned her head back and forth, and went out and closed the door. When they left, there were three Andrews, Brando and the elf girl holding a record book and standing next to the young man with her head down.
"Do you have any other orders, Lord Lord?" Andrew looked at this ambitious young man in his eyes, and then asked. Although not worldly, this veteran druid elder knew in his heart that Brando's distraction of Funia was not as simple as just preparing her to pack. "We are druids, we don't know how to speak, and the lord has something to say."
"I'm very busy, so I won't send you off for the next journey." Brando replied: "I do have something to say here. I know that you hold a certain kind of love for the alliance between you and me. Dispensable mentality—"
"Lord Lord." Reid frowned behind Andrew and interrupted him. But he immediately saw Brando wave his hand at him.
"Wait for me to finish." Brando said: "I know the druid's attitude towards the Black Forest, including the agreement between you and Niya. This is your tradition, but I also have some words. I want to tell you that the power of chaos is very strong."
"Are you a member of All Things One Group?" Andrew's eyes were cold: "Silver Sky Snake? Shepherd, or Sheep Head Cultist?"
"I thought you would put the tree shepherd to the top."
Elder Druid snorted coldly.
"Neither," Brando shook his head. "Those you mentioned happen to be my enemies."
"But the enemy's enemy is not necessarily a friend."
"Indeed," the young lord continued almost without thinking, "but you and I understand that this era is about to end, and the period of the magic moon is about to come-the last time the magic tide ended the chaos chronology, this time it will No one knows how. In such an environment, your desire to suppress the growth of the Black Forest is tantamount to a fantasy."
"so what?"
"Black Forest, I know more than you guys."
Andrew embraced his arms and looked at the young man with an extremely suspicious look. They are people who have dealt with the Black Forest all their lives, but now a stranger tells them: He knows this forest better than they do. That feeling is even more ridiculous than the gangster's axe, it's simply unreasonable arrogance.
Brando just laughed: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. Recall that before the era of chaos, Vaughan's area was less than a quarter of today's. Who opened up such a vast territory and made the black forest full of thorns change? To become the land of civilization today?"
Andrew was a little proud: "It's a druid."
Brando still shook his head. "To be exact, they are the ancient druids of the Ring of the World. After the Tower of Sky Tower fell, the Dark Dragon drove the druids away into the wilderness. As a result, the Ring of the World was split and became the shepherd tree today. People and orthodox Druids." He paused, "I don't need to talk about it?"
"Lord Lord is indeed very knowledgeable."
"No, it's just that we have something in common," Brando sighed deliberately. "Since the tower fell, there has been a rift between the ancient magic system and the modern magic system. Both druids and wizards I’m looking for ancient heritage, but I happen to know a member of the dragon clan, and I happen to have some knowledge of the druid’s doctrine."
"Do you know ancient magic?" Andrew's eyes became sharp with a flash. He knew that the only known gold remnant in the world was the Dragon Race. Dragons are also the only existence that understands ancient string magic. Although druid spells are more mysterious rune magic, the mysterious knowledge is often common. Besides, since Brando said so, there must be an implicit meaning.
If he doesn't understand it anymore, he is a real fool.
"Auis eaam rs," Brando said the spell almost word by word. "Have you heard of the Seed of Life?" He raised his head and asked, "You should understand what I mean by this sentence."
The complexions of the three druids suddenly changed. The Seed of Life in Brando's mouth is the species of the Elf Tree. Tree shepherds often turn this thing into a golden magic tree, but the Sacred Tree of Life is the only tree species they have found that can effectively transform the Black Forest. It's just that the tree species of life are scarce. In addition to artificial cultivation, one can only seek ancient heritage in the ruins.
After all, it was originally an ancient heritage.
They all heard it. The paragraph Brando read was a transformation spell. The core rune is'Eaam' representing the earth, which is most likely the'word of nature' in ancient druid spells. According to legend, it can directly purify a black forest and save it from the erosion of magic. But that kind of magic hasn't existed in this world for more than a thousand years, if it weren't for some records in ancient books. I am afraid that the three of them can only hear that the spell has some connection with the druid spell at most.
Andrew looked at Brando with a complex expression: "The language of nature?"
Brando nodded.
"Lord, you know this spell? Are you a druid?"
Brando shook his head. In fact, he is not unfamiliar with this thing, because the spell was written on an ancient stone slab, and almost every player in the later stage of the game can know something more or less. But I just knew that I couldn't use it, because only the ancient slate supported this spell, and the subsequent wizarding war broke out for this reason. Simply put, this is a gimmick, it looks beautiful, but it is actually worthless.
But it was enough to attract the attention of these druids.
Sure enough, Andrew frowned: "What does that mean?"
"In short, I am equally interested in the Black Forest," Brando replied. "However, the resistance from chaos is as strong as the order, so fighting alone is not the perfect way to solve the problem. He said as he picked up a candle from the table, "Druid is used to solving problems from the perspective of the laws of the world and nature, but the forest goddess has actually pointed out another way for you."
"Which way?" Andrew asked.
Brando carefully cut off the bifurcated section of the candle's cotton wick with scissors, and then lit it. He raised his head and said, "That is to borrow the power of people." He replied, "Since the years of chaos, apart from the limited traditional model of "church-pioneer knight", civilization has seldom expanded the place of protection. However, because of the scarcity of territories and the erosion of magic power, the wars between civilizations are increasing—"
He stopped and the conversation turned: "But I intend to open up a new model to end all this. Even if it is just an attempt," the young lord smiled slightly, "but I am confident. I just don't know you have it. not interested."
Andrew lowered his head and groaned for a moment: "Your lord may as well speak straight."
"I mean," Brando said, and while picking up the envelope on the table, he tilted the candle slightly to let the hot wax drip onto the envelope. "Turn Eruin into a vibrant, expanding country—"
The three druids took a breath of air, and Andrew expected Brando's ambitions, but he didn't expect the young man's ambitions to be so great. His goal is far more than just one prince, but to change this ancient kingdom. Even they could hear that his tone was much more than that.
Expansion of Eruin.
This young man wants to build an empire by himself.
Great ambition is a good thing for some people, but it caused Andrew to be deeply disturbed, and he glanced at Brando alertly. "Expansion brings bloodshed and war, which is contrary to our beliefs," he whispered, avoiding discomfort. "So Lord Lord, if you want to use this to induce us to join you, I'm afraid you are wrong."
"War is inevitable," Brando flattened the candle and took off the ring after the wind. "However, for me, war is a means to protect myself. Because you might have misunderstood the meaning of this expansion—"
"Wait, you mean?" Andrew interrupted him incredulously.
Brando nodded earnestly, "I'm talking about expansion, and the goal is the wild." He pressed the ring of the wind queen on the wax juice, and then lifted it up: "With the power of the whole country, open up new territory to the wild."