After deciding on the itinerary, Brando's long-distance plan in the Black Forest was intensively prepared.
However, he did not leave immediately, but waited for a few days. After confirming that Pallas did shrink the defense, Brando was relieved to implement his plan.
On this day of travel, he came to a courtyard in his castle—
"Your swordsmanship has improved again."
Kuran stooped to pick up the sword, and put it back on the weapon rack in the corner. The old swordsman looked at Brando helplessly or enviously, but he was a little expectant: "I'm old, it's not your opponent anymore."
Brando was not modest, but smiled shyly with the young man's characteristic.
Since that discussion, Brando's travel schedule has been nearly one day a day, and everyone is preparing for this trip, but he himself seems a little leisurely.
This battle took ten minutes, and he won in the end. The young man was not too surprised. After going through the battle on the ground, coupled with the day by day the female knight Otales, his swordsmanship could not be as good as the first time he fought with Kuran.
Military swordsmanship stayed at the 16+2 level. After that, it didn't make any progress anymore, and the channels for inputting skills and experience became gray. Brando knew that this swordsmanship had reached the upper limit-after the peak of the master realm, he would only rely on repeated practice or an instant epiphany one day.
Today Brando wore a black Cruz travel suit. This type of clothing developed from the Taji warrior culture. It is usually some kind of woolen fabric. The top looks like a shirt, but the sleeves and trousers are unusually loose, and the cuffs are closed. Bundles, bracers and riding boots—adventurers and nobles usually wear double straps to hang the sabre scabbard—but Brando’s special scabbard for the earth’s sword Harangea is larger, like It is the scabbard of a broad sword.
With the sword in his hand, he retracted the sword and replied: "Times have changed, Mr. Kuran." Kuran raised his eyelid and glanced at him, without interfering.
Kuran didn't talk, but Brando didn't push any further. He took out a piece of cloth and wiped his beloved sword lightly, while remembering what happened the day before—
The meeting with the druids was fairly harmonious. Andrew went to the ring of trade winds and has not yet returned. The one who came was another elder named'Grey Crow'. The gray crow symbolizes the elf in the storm. The title can be used as a code name. At least it shows that this elder is good at druid spells in the wind field. The wind field represents the sky, and the druids in the sky field are often druids. Enjoy a lofty status in the organization.
Therefore, Brando guessed that the opponent might not be an ordinary elder in the outer ring like Andrew, but an archdruid in the inner ring.
The connection between the druids came from a secret organization, commonly known as the Druid Assembly. The structure of this organization is ring-shaped, and the inner ring is called the Tradewind Council. Each member is an archdruid, and they communicate information to each other thousands of miles away through summer, autumn, and winter winds.
Only spring is the season of Niya, and the druids must give up all the wind channels and cannot disturb the goddess Reze.
As expected, the druids brought him an unexpected message—
The Archdruid Grey Crow told him that they might have found Valhalla, but they were actually in a little trouble. The ring of trade winds seems to be undergoing unusual changes. The rules in the Black Forest are once again arranged. The druids encountered fog and squalls, and their proud skills in sensing directions in the forest also lost their effect. .
Archdruid said that the trees there seemed to be repelling them, and if they weren't hostile, it would be difficult to get out of the forest.
Brando just thought about what they might encounter. The power of the magic moon became stronger and stronger when the tide came, the chaos was restless in the darkness, and even the forest was affected and began to show various signs. .
This is a thorny problem, and there are few tricks. The only solution is to forcibly break in. But this requires strength, and the druids can't. Although the archdruid also seems to have the power of gold, they know too little about Valhalla, and it seems that he must go there in person.
But it's good, just to his liking.
He spared a month and a half, thinking that it would be more than enough to arrange this trip, but when he was thinking about it, a quarrel suddenly interrupted his thoughts.
"stop!"
"I want to see your sir, I know he has returned!"
"Stop talking nonsense, the prisoners must have the consciousness of the prisoners, so there are so many requests!" This is the voice of the soldier.
Brando raised his head and looked in that direction—it was a dungeon, and he immediately showed a funny expression, although this was not the first time he heard a similar dispute.
"Hmph, you guys who don't believe in words! Last time I defeated that bastard, he promised to let me see your sir! If you have the ability, you can let that guy come again, and I promise to beat him!"
"Long-winded!" The soldier cursed: "Captain Kerencia was for you. Didn't you see that his sword broke in the fight?"
"Then you ask him to try a good sword with me?" The voice sneered unabashedly.
"Boy, do you want to be taught a bit again!" The soldier was obviously impatient.
Then there were a few wailings. Brando soon saw a young man in a white shirt escaping from behind the bushes. The young man’s light blonde hair was a little messy and a little embarrassed, but he held one in his hand. Hilt sword—the kind commonly used by mercenaries, Brando noticed that there was no blood on the sword.
The young man escaped from behind the bushes and was stunned when he saw someone outside. He saw Brando holding a sword in his hand, and subconsciously recognized him as the guard here, and greeted him without saying a word.
Brando was startled slightly, thinking about how to make people run out, but before he could finish thinking about it in the future, he saw the young man rushing over with a sword in one hand and a lunge.
The young man’s sword was pointed at his right arm, obviously not wanting to kill him, but his sword was extremely fast, his hand was very stable, and he showed superb basic skills—this surprised Brando. He took a look at this. With the sword, he knew that the four commanders under him-Uta, Krenxia, Tiger Sparrow, and Fern were not necessarily the opponents of this young man.
"Good guy, military swordsmanship, at least level 8." Brando thought to himself that it's no wonder that Tiger Sparrow, Fern, and Clencia had almost failed to keep each other when they joined forces. It seems that they are indeed individual talents.
He originally subconsciously wanted to knock down the opponent's sword directly, but after thinking about it, he changed his approach. He planned to try this young man's strength. Brando changed his moves twice in an instant. He lifted the sword upwards as a hold on the opponent's sword, and then swiped it outwards, causing the young man's center of gravity to tilt.
Although Cagliice's offensive was resolved, Brando was merciless and did not directly destroy his sword. But he almost thought he was wrong. That ordinary guard seemed to be a swordsman
But this is absolutely impossible.
The young man believed that he felt wrong, gritted his teeth and attacked again, but Brando opened his bow left and right, and the sword of the earth softened and hit the opponent's left and right arms. He did not shoot with all his strength and did not trigger earthquake surgery. It was directly hitting the young man back again and again with great force, and finally sat down on the ground.
"There are many flaws, but they are rare."
Brando thought to himself that he saw the young man stand up again, and subconsciously raised his sword, ready to see if this young man could do other swordsmanship, but it was at this time that he saw Kaglisi downhearted. Throwing the sword to the ground, he raised his hand cleanly—
"I surrender!" Cagliice looked at Brando with light gray eyes, and when the opponent took the second shot, he fully recognized it-this was a master swordsman, and he had no chance at all.
But he was only upset, thinking that he had known that he would not escape from this direction. Now he felt ridiculous when he thought of his initiative to rush towards this young man. He looked at the old man on the side and thought maybe he should rush out from here in the first place
However, he saw Kuran looking at him with a smile, and then looked at the old swordsman's slender fingers and countless calluses, and he suddenly felt shocked, realizing that his failure was inevitable.
"Who are you?" Cagliice looked at Brando and asked curiously. He allowed the soldiers who came up from behind to tie his hands back. It made him grind his teeth.
But fortunately, the young man did not kill, otherwise these soldiers would have to beat him severely in front of the lord.
Brando did not answer, but looked at each other with interest. He looked at the young man, and suddenly had a new idea in his mind.
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" he asked.
"What are you doing to kill me?" Caglisi was not afraid, but asked, "It's no good."
"Kill the chickens and curse the monkeys, in order to behave like you—" Brando replied.
"Come on, then." The young man straightened his chest: "If I blink my eyes, I won't be the famous man in the Huberto family."
"So the man just cares about himself, regardless of your father?" Brando asked.
"What does being my man have to do with my father?" Kaglisi was puzzled.
Brando was surprised, only to remember that the humanities and customs in this world are different from his original world.
He looked at the soldiers again: "Why didn't you kill them in the first place?"
The young man shook his head, "Why do you kill as soon as you speak, I am much better than them, and I can rush out without killing them. But if the strength of both sides is similar, then only fight with fate." He Replied frankly.
"But he is your enemy."
"I can't kill it again." Kaglisi raised his eyebrows and shrugged indifferently: "Besides, I kill, if I get caught, it's me who is unlucky-you see, it's like now!"
"You are thoughtful." Brando suddenly felt that this guy was a little bit interesting: "Well, do you still want to know who I am now?"
"Didn't I just ask?"
"So what should you call me?" Brando turned around and looked at the soldiers.
The soldiers hurriedly stepped back and lowered their heads, pressing one hand on their chests and saluting: "Lord Lord—"
Lord Lord.
Brando turned his head again and saw the young man staring at him dumbfounded. He opened his mouth almost enough to swallow an egg, and said in disbelief: "You, you are..."
Brando nodded, smiled secretly in his heart, but kept calm on his face:
"Yes, I am the one you want to meet."
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