Brando was taken aback by the druid’s situation. The number of survivors in the Green Tower alone exceeded a thousand, and the druid apprentices and tree elves gathered from various settlements one after another. The number actually exceeds one-fourth of the total population of the aborigines in the Ring of Trade Winds, which is much better than the horrific scenes that have gone through the wolves in history. Brando originally thought that it would be more costly for the Druids to re-track history by himself, but now it seems that he is doing better than imagined. This shows that thousands of players in history may It didn't play any role at all, but the two great wizards of the Silver Alliance, William and Tulaman, played the role of a needle in the sea.
The druids greeted them returning from the ring of trade winds with the highest specifications. Although the city is waiting to be flourished at this moment, hundreds of high-rank druids still drew precious mana from the natural pool from ten miles away. The Wall of Roses began to pave a path of flowers for Brando. When the group arrived at the Green Tower, the whole city almost came out of the nest.
The boys were a little excited, because Brando joked with them earlier that maybe there will be elven beauties who will give a kiss and listen to the eyes of a few noble children; of course, the imaginary scene did not appear, the elven girl still Reserved and conservative, they hid in the woods and looked at these'foreign' heroes with a little cautious curiosity.
There was no fragrant kiss, but at least everyone received a bunch of garlands presented by the elven girls, Brando even had two, but it was a pity that he hadn't had time to see the appearance of the two elves who gave him the garland.
It was Quinier who led the elders of druids out to greet them. The leader of the tree elves strode to Brando, opened his arms, hugged the young man and gently touched his shoulders left and right. This is the hunter's highest courtesy for his comrades. It can be seen that the leader of the tree elves has recognized the glory of fighting side by side with Brando. For the elves, this is the friendship of life and death.
Then Quinnier took a step back and said in tree elves: "A'aton mess talar." (The forest is always green with you, my friend.)
Fortunately, Brando understands it. He also calmly replied in tree elves: "Atar os dar, X'dor mun." (The forest is evergreen, and the bowstrings are long rang.)
A trace of surprise flashed across Quinier’s face. The language of the tree elves developed from the Muzu language was completely different from the mainstream wind elves. He didn’t expect this human friend to understand what he meant. I planned to explain it after I finished speaking, but I didn't expect Brando not only understood it, but also answered it completely in line with the etiquette of the tree elves.
The druid elders behind Quinnier also showed a surprised look. A human being knows their habits very well, which is a very incredible thing in human society. They certainly don't know that Brando is different from ordinary people. He has lived in many places and understands many humanities and customs that ordinary people don't understand.
At this time, Quinier showed a kind smile on his face: "You did not live up to our expectations, and we will not violate our oath. Now you are the lord of this land." He raised his hands, showing in his palms. With a white acorn.
Brando was shocked when he saw the oak: "This is the fruit of the Holy White Oak? You give me this thing...?"
In the tradition of the tree elves, the holy white oak tree is worshipped as the guardian and destination of all the spirits in the forest. There is such a holy white oak tree in the place where the fire is stored in the Green Tower. It is the holy white oak tree for all elves and Drew. Yi's spiritual home. Quinier gave him the fruit of this oak tree, which meant that he regarded him as his master. Generally speaking, only the druid elder had the right to hold the fruit of the holy white oak tree.
"You should know our tradition very well, Brando." Quinier said to Brando, holding the sacred fruit in both hands.
Brando nodded, and looked at the smiling Quinier and the druids behind him with a little surprise inexplicably. Could it be because he saved this place that these people just bowed to their heads? This is a bit too ridiculous.
Quinier seemed to see Brando's doubts and explained: "In accordance with tradition, we and the druids would follow our customs and gradually migrate out of the civilized area to be stationed in the new Black Forest. But. Lord Lord, we have carefully considered your proposal. If you are really willing to blaze a trail of sages and sages in the wild, we are willing to depend on you."
"There are also considerations for recuperation, right?" Brando asked.
There was a look of appreciation on Quinnier's face. As tree elves, they seldom swerve around in negotiations. Brando is clearly aware of their habits and is willing to follow the customs. He nodded: "Yes, we and the druid need several years of training and rejuvenation. In the past few years, we have just witnessed you fulfill your promise."
"A few years may not be enough, but if you just want to see if I can count on my words, I don't mind." Brando nodded, cheering in his heart. Things went more smoothly than he thought. He originally told the druids that the long-term plan was to keep these tree elves, druids, and centaurs. Of course, the Green Tower has suffered heavy losses now. Although the population is better preserved than in history, most of the population of this 10,000 people are elderly, children and women. Warriors have suffered heavy losses in the wolf disaster. Even if they join him, temporarily Nor can it provide much assistance for the next war, at best it can be regarded as a long-term investment.
But Brando didn’t make a decision immediately after taking over the Oak Tree Reality. He thought about it for a while and said, “But I think we’d better maintain an alliance. This is my territory, but it’s also your home. We have a common No need for red tape."
"Why?" Quinnier did not expect Brando to refuse. He could see that this young man's original goal was this piece of land.
"I need a wholehearted ally, not a subordinate who feels restrained." Brando replied. He knew that tree elves and druids could not be used to living in the way of human society. In this case, he might as well be generous. Some, anyway, druid and tree elf warriors will definitely join his army in order to defend their homeland.
Quinnier took a serious look at him, and then he looked back at the other druid elders, and everyone had a satisfied look on their faces.
"You are the most different human I have ever seen, Brando, can we be friends?" Quinnier asked.
Brando nodded, his friend needs time to witness, he understands the meaning of this tree elf.
"Then my friend, can I invite you to our celebration for you?" Quinier smiled slightly.
But what he didn't expect was that Brando shook his head this time: "I'm afraid not, Quinier, I need your help."
"help?"
"Yes, I will leave here for the time being and return to my own territory. But I need a batch of supplies, armor and weapons, and a batch of Pegasus that can send us out of the Black Forest as soon as possible." Brando answered. road.
As soon as he said this, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Kaglisi and the old swordsman Kuran behind Brando suddenly understood why Brando hurriedly returned to the Green Tower with the others. It seemed that something went wrong in the territory.
Quinnier was silent for a moment.
"Are you in trouble, human friend?"
"Well, my territory is threatened. I have to solve this small problem before I can come back and continue to fulfill our agreement with you."
"Is it war?"
Brando nodded.
The tall tree elf leader showed a clear gaze. He straightened up, turned to everyone, and said loudly to the people in the forest: "Have you heard, our human allies need an army that can fight, he Once alone, deeply and dangerously to rescue everyone here from the darkest situation, now, my compatriots, are you the kind of people who cherish your own lives?"
Quinnier's voice echoed in the forest. Brando was stunned. Of course, he knew the status quo of the Druids. It would be difficult for them to continue participating in the war. But what the leader of the tree elves is doing now is to gather an army.
"Quinier, you..."
"I want to fight side by side with you, human companion." Quinnier smiled at him slightly: "You are right. This is your territory and our homeland. Without bloodshed and battle, how can we protect this precious treasure?"
There is no enthusiastic answer.
But the elves holding long bows in the forest came out one after another. Many of them were women, because most of the adult males had been killed in the wolf disaster. Then there is the centaur, and of course the centaur will not step back in the pursuit of the glory of battle.
The druids also responded to the call. Such a group of people are indifferent to the outside world, but it does not mean that they are indifferent at heart—just as they once promised, the guardian war is meaningful to them.
But even so, the army gathered by the forest foreign exchange is only a few hundred people in size. The druid's loss in the wolf disaster is too heavy, and this is nothing that can be done. But at this time, beyond everyone's expectation, the elves hadn't settled yet, and another group of people came out of the forest. It was mercenaries and adventurers. Those humans wore various armors from all over, like an army of beggars, but they all stood up.
After these people walked out, the forest was silent again.
Soon, a man was elected from among those people.
"Lord Lord, we can survive this hapless disaster by your favor. Now I heard that you need an army." The shaggy, a little hungry man blinked his eyes and asked lazily with his hands open. Said: "Then I dare to ask, do you need an army specially born for war and willing to accept your employment?"
Brando suddenly felt a little speechless.
"What price can you offer?" he asked in a deep voice, as if he were really talking about prices.
"How about a gold coin?" the man asked.
Brando looked at him—
"Well, now you are my knights, a gold coin, I promise to take you to witness my victory." He replied.
There was no need to answer, the mercenaries drew their swords, and then held them high. A forest of long swords. Then the elves put their long bows on.
Unusual emotions suddenly surged in Brando's heart. After thousands of years, humans and elves stood together again, and the sacred vows of the past seemed to reappear at this moment. No one will forget today's covenant. Everyone who witnesses this moment here will probably remember this moment in their lifetime.
The young people behind him also drew their swords. This scene was so shocking that even Kuran and Mephistopheles, whose sense of belonging was not so clear, could not help but lose their language ability.
Such an alliance does not seem to be strong, but in the end it seems to have some magic power that can change everything.
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