The beaten winter wolves are gathering again in front of the centaur, like a snow wave. They will soon gather and rush to swallow Ward and his men ruthlessly.
Antitina, Kuran, and Quinnier all turned their heads and looked in that direction at this moment. Not far away, Odin was the same. There were few Eruin knights and nobles behind him, but at this moment it was obvious No one can make a sound.
Almost when, Eruin also had the spirit of pursuing such a belief.
Earl Odin subconsciously squeezed the sword in his hand.
He turned his head and said to Roberen—I don’t know whether it was God’s favor or luck, that the fat man has survived till now—and said, "Earl Roberen, the mission will be handed over to you."
"Me?" Roberon was taken aback: "Earl Odin, what do you want to do."
Ou Ting turned his head blankly. For the first time, something that had never been seen before was burning in his eyes. He pointed the sharp commander's sword forward and shouted in a clear voice:
"Knights of Eruin!"
"One day, will you watch your comrades fight alone and die on the battlefield?"
The knights were startled slightly, they looked at their commander and subconsciously took a deep breath.
"No, we won't."
"Because the lion's banner is flying high," Odin shouted, "The faith in the past has never faded away," he looked back at all the knights, "So come with me, you are Eruin's sword—"
Ou Ting turned around and re-entered the battlefield. The knights chanted'Oath with the sword' in response. The cyan knights entered the pack of wolves. They were Eruin's knights.
At that moment, Roberon was stunned, staring at the scene in a daze, and he didn't even say a word to stop him.
Not only him, even Brando was taken aback. But when he looked at these people, he suddenly felt a bit sour in his nose. This is Eruin's belief, even if it has been deeply decayed, but the darkness still shines with that yearning light.
That is the meaning of so many people fighting for it.
It is also the reason why countless players love this land.
Many people write such words on the forum: We are not strong, but we love it.
Brando suddenly remembered the meaning of the country's name at this moment, because in the glorious years of the past, Eck named this land Eruin, which meant that it was a miracle.
If you don't believe in miracles, Eruin will have no meaning.
Suddenly he felt that he couldn't say a word, he just swiped the sword of the earth in his hand:
"Ropar, after the break."
The fireclaw lizardman lord retracted his gaze from these humans and centaur, and then he bowed deeply to Brando, speaking for the first time in so many days:
"The essence of war lies in practicing the honor of warriors. As for what we fight for is of great significance among our Fireclaw clan," the Salamander lizardman lord bowed his head and said, "But in any case, pursuing faith is an incomparable brilliance. Thing."
It raised its head: "So thank you, the master, for giving us such an opportunity to fight side by side with such a group of people. The Fireclaw clan will not let you down."
After Ropar finished speaking, with a stroke, the Salamander entered the battlefield.
Brando turned around.
"Let's move on." He whispered to Quinnier. After the last wolves, they could say that they had passed the first layer of the trade wind ring, and then they were within the storm circle.
The leader of the tree elves didn't say a word from beginning to end, but nodded silently.
The team continued to move forward, and after crossing the last line of defense of the Winter Wolves, the pack of wolves in front finally became sparse. After several small-scale battles in the rest of the time, the remaining people finally crossed the Wolf's Pass.
The so-called wolf pass is the desperate situation of wolf disaster-after crossing the mountain pass formed by the two towering peaks of the Kalanga Mountains, you enter the inner area of the trade wind ring.
That is within the so-called storm circle.
As long as you cross the wall of storm, you will truly enter the core area of the ring of trade winds, and there will be no wolf disaster within the storm circle, but more advanced monsters are lurking.
It is no longer suitable for the team to advance here-that is to say, the tasks of the centaur and the druids have been completed at this point.
It's just that when the team of hundreds of people started, there are only one or two hundred people left now, and even the young man in his hands has lost more than one-third. This is still under the joint protection of Kuran and Akane. final result.
Among the six young team leaders, one was killed and one was seriously injured. As their maiden battle, this result was not cruel.
Not to mention that more people have also paid their lives for this—
Earl Odin, Ward, and the Eruin knights and centaur warriors, Brando couldn't help but glance back at the mountain stream he had passed by at this time.
In that direction, the pale green beam of light flashed in the dark sky, and then finally disappeared.
Everything returned to the darkness.
Brando didn't speak when he saw this scene, but felt a sense of loss in his heart inexplicably.
Although he knew that in the face of the wolf disaster, many people might lose their lives, but when all this happened to his side, Brando found that he was not ready.
He thought he had gone through so much, he should have been hard-hearted.
He turned his head and saw Antitina's sparkling eyes looking at him, Brando was slightly startled, he didn't know what this lady of staff should think—is it disappointed
In his eyes, Antitina's requirements for him are quite strict, or should be said to be expectations, this noble daughter always seems to look forward to seeing him more perfect.
A perfect lord
But Brando thought that he might never be able to do this. He was him. Apart from the lack of greedy desire in his heart, he could be regarded as an ordinary person.
Compared to those enchanting evildoers who count every step under their control, perhaps he looks more like a guy with better luck.
Even in the past, he was not the best player, nor the strongest fighter, was he
Brando blinked and sighed.
But the noble girl seemed to keenly feel what he was thinking. She looked at him and said softly: "I think, in fact, there is no correct answer to some things, Lord Lord."
"En?" Brando was taken aback for a moment. He looked at Antitina, which was not like what this noble daughter would say.
"I used to be strict with myself," Antitina just smiled slightly-at Brando-her lord: "But I think, if you don't regret something all the time, then It makes people feel terrible."
"Because no matter what, people can't get beyond their own feelings, I think this is the nature of human beings," she smiled: "But it is precisely because of dissatisfaction with ourselves in one way or another that makes us surpass ourselves..."
"So following such a real lord, I will feel more at ease."
"You..." Brando blushed: "Know what I think?"
The noble lady put her hands behind her back and nodded gently to him: "After all, Lord Lord and we are actually the same kind of people."
Brando coughed, and he turned his head to see Quinier nodding at him not far away.
"Mr. Brando," said the leader of the tree elves, "Life is precious, so this kind of dedication is worthy of respect."
Brando raised his head and saw the beam of light shining far and near in the forest, and suddenly said: "Here, there are so many people holding the flame of civilization in their hands. But how many people really fight for justice? ."
He looked at Quinnier: "After all, I'm allied with you just to use your strength."
"There is no such thing as a truly pure soul, Mr. Brando," Quinnier replied, looking back in the surrounding mountains and forests, "How about I ask you a question?"
"what is the problem?"
"Mr. Brando, if you achieve your goals, and you only need to pay a small price, you can make the results better-for example, to save the Green Tower-would you do that?"
"Why not?" Brando asked.
Quinniel turned his head, smiled slightly, and said in ethereal elf language: "So, don't you understand, Mr. Brando? Kindness is in your heart. You don't need rhetoric, but it is already the most precious thing in this world. ."
"So I said, didn't it? If it is Mr. Brando, I think he can be an ally of the people in the forest."
Brando was startled slightly, he took a breath, then nodded.
"But," Qian asked quietly, who had not spoken at this time: "Most people think that way, don't they, if it is effortless..."
The elder elves looked back at her, waited for a while, and then said, "If there is no wish of most people, how could there be such a civilized world?"
"What... mean?" The red-haired girl was puzzled.
"... If there is no good faith, we will not speak, and there is no language, and there is no need to communicate." Quinnier replied, and he raised his head, as if suddenly remembering Ward—they have been fighting side by side for many years. Although often joking with each other who would take the first step-but I didn't think that this day would come so suddenly.
The tree elves took a breath: "Without the communication between hearts, how is a man different from a beast?"
Qian was startled.
The others fell silent.
But at this time, a clear voice suddenly came out in the nearby forest: "The difference between man and beast is because they are afraid of fire, and we yearn for the light."
"The fire of civilization is burning in the wilderness, illuminating not only chaos, but also human hearts."
"It's just that for thousands of years, the descendants of King of Flames seem to have forgotten this."
Accompanied by this sound, a man with a two-handed giant sword slanting on his back slowly walked out of the forest. He stopped in front of Brando and his group, and then raised his head to look at them.
The man raised his head and looked at everyone. Those peculiar gray eyes seemed dim, but they made everyone's heart beat, and there was a feeling of being locked in by the other's aura at the same time.
Who is this guy
Kuran, Akane, and Quinnier raised their weapons at the same time, and suddenly a strong man appeared in the wilderness and stopped in front of him, no matter how he looked like an enemy or not a friend.
But Brando remained motionless at this moment.
Because he looked at this guy almost incredulously.
Grey Sword Saint, Mephistopheles.