"Master Tulaman, is it because you want to help Eruin?" Brando looked at the famous university among the top three in the Amber Sword, and couldn't help but provoke him. Asked with sharp eyebrows.
"Very smart, but this is not the answer I want."
Brando was startled.
"I don't know, but I can only give it a try." Brando shook his head: "Does the master have any suggestions?"
"I have a better proposal," Tulaman looked at Brando: "It is better to choose a safer way than to put hope in the flickering possibility. Do you think so, young people, after all, we There is no right to put anyone in danger to gamble that one-of-a-kind opportunity. If the bet is gold, I will bet, but your weight is human life."
"Brother Brando wouldn't do that!" Fonia felt that she was almost mad at the old man.
"Hmph, using bewitching language to shake people's hearts is really a consistent method of you mysterious guys!"
Even Faina on the other side of the light and shadow couldn't help but sneer. Of course she didn’t know Tulaman. If this noble daughter knew that Tulaman was on the same level as William in the Silver Institute, she might have given her a thousand courage. no.
In fact, even she herself felt strange. She obviously wanted to pierce Brando with more than a dozen transparent holes with a long sword. But when she heard the old man's sinister rhetoric against Brando, she still couldn't bear it. She stood up and sneered, as if subconsciously thinking of herself as standing on the same front with Brando.
She just snorted softly after she finished speaking, as if she meant to say-I just can't understand the old man.
"Hey, don't you see that you would still speak for me." But Brando joked like this, as if he wanted to make trouble with her. Faina suddenly blushed to the base of her neck. The noble daughter wanted to jump over and choke Brando to death, but before that, she reflexively retorted: "What stupid things are you saying? That's one thing!"
Brando smiled without saying a word, and looked back at Tulaman. Among so many people, only he truly understood the intention of this academician-indeed, as calm and wise as the impression, but he did not expect that he actually made this idea-but there is nothing wrong with it. Brando even thought that this might be an insurance-like setting in the past plot. Even if the players failed the mission, the Witherwood Council and the entire Eruin South could be temporarily preserved.
Is this the so-called historical inertia
But Brando smiled slightly: "What I want to save is life, so life is a bet, and I am in the most dangerous situation at the expense of myself. This is fair."
"Very brave, but you can't ask everyone to be as brave and fearless as you."
"But I can demand the treatment the brave deserve—"
Brando raised his head and replied without avoiding Tulaman's eyes.
Tulaman was startled slightly, then smiled. There was also silence in the hall. The needle drop was audible. The words of the young human lord were incomparably clear, as if they were loud, and these words couldn't help but shame all those who had been shaken before. Only the elder looked at Brando and nodded. And the college student looked at his old friend William, and the two exchanged tacit glances on both sides of the light and shadow.
interesting.
"Well, young man, you persuaded me. I can give you some time." Turlaman turned his head and looked at all the druids in the hall: "Well, you guys, now this little guy has sent you a Invited, he said that only the brave can join this game. Now you can tell me, what is your choice?"
The old man's voice echoed above the hall.
Most people answered this question with their eyes. Brando’s self-confidence that never exists all the time infected everyone. Even Faina couldn’t help being stunned—she looked at Brando from one side. Side-faced, I couldn't help being stunned-this Eruin hillbilly doesn't seem to be so incompetent, at least it looks very... handsome at the moment
In the Withered Bark Council, the elder patted Funia on the shoulder, and everyone made a way for the little girl. The druids standing next to the magic circle began to complete this spell. The light on the magic circle was dazzling one after another. It was at this time that Tulaman looked at William on the other side of the light and suddenly said in his heart:
"Valhalla, it seems that you have found something incredible, old friend." He did not speak, and the communication between the two was completed on a spiritual level.
"It's not me, I'm just a bystander." William replied.
"But if the original fire is ignited, the Green Tower seems to be able to be preserved." Tulaman said.
"You are wrong, Elu will gain another territory because of this."
"You mean I should agree with this plan?"
"Didn't you agree?"
"Not quite, you know, I hate possibilities—"
"There is another reason," William said with a smile: "Jiufeng has such a sentence-everyone is not guilty of guilt."
"Indeed, but why did you just signal me to agree?" Tulaman asked.
"Hmph, have you seen the druids? I can even hear them asking-the druids have never betrayed their vows, how about you, people of silver?"
William’s ridicule made the scholar smile slightly: “This is also the reason I agree. In any case, we are all standing in the same camp of order. Human beings are depraved, but the people of silver cannot follow suit. The tide is coming and it has made me feel uneasy. I even began to doubt that the assertion on the black prophecy may not be an empty threat."
"Human beings are willing to fall? I'm afraid not at all." William looked at Brando and smiled: "But because of this, I believe that the dark dragon will be resurrected. It is also nonsense. What is the existence of the dark dragon, you and I should It's the clearest."
Tulaman shook his head and didn't refute it, but he didn't seem to really agree with William's words in his heart.
At this time, Funia had already entered the circle. After a dazzling white light, the runestone in the center of the circle suddenly exploded, and the surrounding druids suddenly fell to the ground. However, this is a normal response of spells. Runestones are shattered because they cannot bear the huge power fluctuations when they are transmitted in space. It replaces the caster itself to bear the effect of spell backlash. This is a major feature of array magic.
Even because of the huge magic reaction, the lights in the hall dimmed for a moment. When everyone hadn’t realized that the spell had been successful, they suddenly heard Andrew’s shout: “Okay, go and strengthen the city hall’s defenses. Don’t let the descendants of Fenrir break through so easily."
The druids who were dizzy due to the explosion were slightly startled, but immediately reacted. The hall immediately became noisy, people raced to run, and the council was suddenly messed up, and people couldn't help but frown. But in any case, the morale that was previously low due to pessimism and despair has disappeared at this moment. It seems that everyone has been aroused by the only courage in their hearts and become eager for courage and glory.
The Great Elder watched this scene and couldn't help but hit the wooden stick in his hand with his finger-he let out a light breath.
"Unbelievable, the druids not only believe in humans from the outside world, but they also inspire faith and courage because of a human." Tulaman said with a slight sigh when he came to the elder's side at some point.
"Sturdy hearts are common. When people see that the strongest person has not fallen, then they will also become strong."
"But it's a pity."
The great elder turned his head slightly startled.
"It seems that wisdom cannot be transmitted, otherwise the little guy will at least become smarter after seeing me. At least I am required to transmit the little girl, instead of wasting your little power." Tulaman watched. The druids who fell to the floor in the hall said teasingly, and it could be seen that those high-level druids had exhausted their magic power.
The face of the great elder suddenly became wonderful.
On the other side, Brando was catching Fonia who had fallen from the circle and then sneezed fiercely. Of course, he would not have expected that a dignified academic would speak ill of him behind his back. He thought it was Shire or Roman who had quietly nailed himself behind his back. Of course, the latter of the two was more suspicious.
He rubbed his nose, and then put Funia down. The little girl looked up and stared at him from beginning to end, her small face full of admiration.
"Are you going to let this little girl open Valhalla's door?"
After seeing Fonia suddenly appeared, William suddenly said, "So that's it, the daughter of the forest?"
Brando nodded.
"It turns out that the rumors are true. Valhalla's fire is kept in the hands of the daughter of the forest, only to wake up from sleep one day. The predictions become reality on this day. No wonder the guy in Tulaman suddenly said that to me. "William nodded suddenly: "But do you know how to open the door?"
Brando shook his head. Of course he didn't know. This part was not mentioned in the strategy. He originally thought that he could enter Valhalla with Fonia, but he didn't expect there to be a door here.
"I'm going to try it, it shouldn't be too difficult." Brando replied, and he thought of the player in history.
The great wizard raised his eyebrows: "That's it, but I suggest you better be quicker."
"Yep?"
The old man turned his head and looked at the other side of the valley through the vast white fog: "That woman seems to have finally gotten out of trouble. I think it's your turn to be in trouble next—"
Brando's expression changed, but he immediately replied, "I seem to remember Master Wizard that there is an agreement between you and me."
William smiled slightly and nodded.
"Not only that, I can also give you an extra service."
"What do you mean?" Brando was startled.
"That is to tell you, I'm afraid there is more than one person here."
"Not just one person? What does that mean? There are other people here?" Brando held Fonia with one hand, this time he was truly stunned.
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