The hills to the north of Ampersel connect the relatively gentle terrain of the bay area, with large pine forests on the undulating hillsides and densely shrubs in the woodland. The edge of the woodland is downward, and the view on the gentle slope is extremely wide, but today, looking at the direction of the huge gray port, the land is scorched as if burned once, and three huge portals stand on the scorched earth. Like three huge golden rings of fire.
Peeking in from the portal, you can see a world where lava flows. That is the River of Sulphur under Qiaogendigang, and there are legends that it is connected to the Scorched Hell of the Elemental Plane of Fire.
Countless demons flocked around the portal, including the largest number of crimson-skinned little demons and the more terrifying long-horned demons. These low-level demons with low status and intelligence are fighting against each other by the portal, tearing humans. His stump is disgusting.
Then Brando also saw hundreds of hellhounds crawling on one side of the hill to rest, led by a few hellhound leaders with three heads. In addition, there are several red and purple skins beside the portal. Except for the long horns on their heads, they almost look like human demon warlocks. These high-level demons, who are more cunning than ordinary people, are watching the low-level demons with interest. Fight.
Such a fight often turns into a bloody battle, and even one party will brutally kill the other party, but this is not surprising among demons, but is a common sight.
They were originally a group of chaotic and distorted monsters.
Brando put on the cloak that the princess handed over, hiding in the bushes and watching all this calmly. Only he can see all this clearly without the need of a brass telescope—Amperexel Port has become a hell.
He sighed quietly, and didn't have much thoughts to pray for the dead souls. Although those who died in the hands of the devil had relatives, friends and even lovers, to be honest, if not personally, people or More or less indifferent to the disasters of others. This is not human nature, but biological instinct to protect itself. To be honest, Brando himself is not so sympathetic, but he is here only to save what he cares about as much as possible.
He had told himself that history had brought him back here, and his goal was to save this ancient kingdom so that the tragedy would never repeat itself. If he abandons this goal, Brando is afraid that he will be completely swallowed up by this huge world.
All his confidence comes from the half-elf princess who is looking sadly at the port of Amperethel with silver eyes by his side. "What on earth did we make?" Griffith couldn't help muttering to himself.
Brando couldn't understand her confusion, because this kingdom didn't have historical meaning to him, only had the meaning of the future. Just as the princess can prefer to be in danger to protect the Great Temple of Andere Füller, he can also tear down the entire temple just to ensure her safety.
But is he completely understandable? For him, there is no right or wrong choice between himself and the princess, just accepting completely different views.
"Eruin didn’t make any mistakes, but it was the Cruz people who made the mistake. Little princess, the justice represented by Master Martha is just your wishful thinking," Barbasa said with a smile, "The supreme of all things is not because If someone does evil, he will be punished accordingly, and only because of the reason, the result will be given. This is justice."
For anyone living under the rule of the Temple of Flame, this is simply heresy.
But the princess's lips moaned slightly, but she rarely refuted her. Her heart was soft as water but as hard as iron. The hatred of the Cruz people had already made her doubt the doctrine of the Temple of Flame. But she knew that she could not be partial to the word.
Brando actually agrees with Barbasha's statement. Martha represents absolute order. The Temple of Flames understands it as justice in a narrow sense. The Temple of Light understands it as serious self-discipline. The wind elves believe that it should be unchangeable and reverence for the law. The Ellanda believe that they obey. Nature is the way of everything.
But in fact, Martha is related to and unrelated to anyone. The witches believe in this point most clearly. They never worship Martha as a true god, only with respect.
However, Barbasha's taking the opportunity to attack the self-confidence of the princess made him feel quite disdainful. The witches themselves are troublesome. Who in this world can truly break away from his destiny? Barbasha is just leaning on the old and selling the old, "Barbasha, put on the crystal ball." He reminded lightly: "If you have anything to say, you can wait until you survive."
The old witch smiled wryly, she naturally knew that her thoughts were seen through by Lord Dark Dragon. But this was not beyond her expectation. She took out a crystal ball from under the robe-although this action really made Brando doubt where she had placed these things before-and then she placed the crystal ball on On the ground.
The crystal ball quickly lit up.
There was Wood's unpleasant old face on it, and Brando really didn't like this high priest who tricked himself.
"Mr. Brando, Your Royal Highness, how far have you progressed?" The chief priest of the Temple of Flame doesn't seem to be in the mood to ask what's good at the moment, and straight to the point.
This question made Brando feel very ambiguous, especially when the old guy asked what he wanted in front of him and His Royal Highness
However, the flash of the explosion on the crystal ball illuminates Wood's wrinkled face from time to time, especially at this time, the wrinkles on his face seem to be deeper. Although this spell has blocked the noise outside, it is not difficult for Brando to imagine that the battle over there must be very fierce. He couldn't help but worry about Freya and Cagris coming, and when he thought of Freya, he Thinking of the business lady who had no news so far, the joking thoughts faded.
"We have arrived." Brando replied concisely: "Looking down from our position, it is no more than two kilometers away from the portal. But there are many demons over there. Next I will put down the anchor. You will find a way to move me. Those who need it, send it over."
Having said this, he suddenly remembered and asked: "I might need a few Templar knights, what's the situation over there, can we mobilize people?"
"Fortunately, as long as you don't teleport the entire First Fleet." Wood smiled wryly, "Probably it will last a while."
When he said that, Brando knew that the battle over there must be very difficult. With the pride of the Cruz people, I would never say such a reliance on the Eruin fleet. It is conceivable that the battle on the other side has reached the point of exhaustion.
Brando knew that Wood didn't want to put pressure on him, but he still felt a heavy feeling out of thin air-time is running out.
"Then you need those people, Mr. Brando." Wood asked, serious.
"I need someone who is not afraid of life and death, Lord Master—"
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The stranger Garlock stood on the side of the Victory, watching the intertwined battle on the ground without saying a word. In the slanting rain, the flying dragon knights, the Cruz people’s Pegasus knights and the harpy fought together. The flames of the explosion almost reflected half of the sky, and the old wizard was in the center of the battlefield, with every magic light in his hands. Flashed, as if an invisible ripple swept across most of the battlefield, and there were countless harpy witches who were crushed to pieces.
But soon, someone behind him stopped him, "Is Mr. Garlock?"
Garlock looked back alertly. As the chief wizard next to Grand Duke Westfah, the disappearance of the Grand Duke has already made him smell the danger. He actively asked to participate in the battle to avoid being involved in the huge vortex.
"Exactly." He nodded.
"Can you come with me?" The question was a beautiful female officer. Garlock had an amazing memory. He remembered seeing her once next to Count Yanilasu. And now the commander of the fleet should be with the Cruz people, what did they ask him to do
After hesitating, he nodded.
On different battleships, the same scene is being repeated. The fully armored knight appeared beside Yanfa's swordsman Nicholas, and asked respectfully, "Is it Master Nicholas?"
"Master Yanbao, isn't it? Follow me, please."
"Miss Antitina, your lord is looking for you."
Soon, the seven pre-ordered candidates were already in the flagship command room of the Victory. Except for Antitina, Charles, and Dilphary, the other four are powerful elements of civilization, among which Nicholas the Flame and the stranger Garlock are the masters on the side of truth.
Brando chose the Eruin as much as possible, because, except for a clear-headed clergy like Wood, it is difficult for the Cruz to truly understand the situation in the kingdom. In contrast, Nicholas Flame and Garlock the Curiouser were enemies not long ago, but they were more reliable.
What's more, Brando knew that they were not members of All Things One Society, even if they were to prove their innocence, they could do their best. Of course, he will inevitably have darker plans, because if he fails, the nobles in the north will lose at least two real masters, so Freya and the remaining southern Tonigel might be slightly better.
Of course, this is nothing more than self-comfort that is better than nothing.
"Brando, do you want me?" After hearing Brando's request, Antitina could still remain calm. She actually knew that Brando might rely on her knowledge of alchemy and magic, but the Countess of Yanbao couldn't help but be stunned.
What do you mean by that, what do I want you? Brando couldn't help sweating profusely, but he did not expect that the Countess looked very happy: "No, no, I, I don’t want to refuse—but... But I want to ask about such things. Can you really help?"
"Of course, teleportation needs to consume magic power, do you think it is like a moment when you can waste magic power at will?" Brando asked a little speechlessly: "Let you come, naturally because you are better than others, you can be in this way Time to play a role that no one else can."
Brando didn't say anything, because everyone understood the danger of this mission, and the people who went with him were likely to be out of ten, or even annihilated. For those who can face life and death, he is not stingy with praise.
In fact, any praise will be overshadowed by their behavior.
"So are you willing?"
"Yes, I am very willing. Master Master, Mr. Brando, thank you very much for choosing me!" The expression on Dilphary’s face is not fake. In fact, Brando also knows that this lady is pure and simple. Nor will it be fake.
But is there so much to be happy about? Brando couldn't help but wonder, wondering if this young lady was a chivalry brainwashed like Eco
But seeing the pretty red face of the Countess, he was embarrassed to continue hitting her self-confidence. He turned his gaze and saw Garlock, the stranger on the side, talking with Shire:
"Are you the Shire of the Paloche family?" Garlock didn't seem to worry about what would happen next, but asked indifferently.
"Exactly." Charles replied neither humble nor overbearing.
"The genius of the highlanders, I have heard of you, but unfortunately you are a highland wizard. Otherwise, I will also let you be my apprentice. Unfortunately, the Eruins cannot choose their own destiny." Garlock said softly.
"Everything is over, and I am no longer the Shire. I am dead, but I have a new life." Charles replied, and he smiled slightly: "Besides, the Eruins may not be able to choose their own. destiny."
"Really? I heard that in the end you really returned to the mountains of Alkhash. What did you see there? What did the Marshal finally see that year?"
Charles smiled, but didn't answer: "That's not important, is it?"
"Yes." Garlock the stranger seemed to think of something, he was slightly startled, but then slowly nodded. Hearing their conversation, Wood frowned slightly. He turned his head and said to Brando:
"Brando, I have found all the people you want, except for Mr. Nigel. Unfortunately, he has died in battle." Wood replied.
Is it? Brando was startled slightly. He didn't expect that the famous Unshakable Sword in history would have died here, and the veteran would not fall until the second Black Rose War in history.
At this moment, he deeply felt the changes in history. He looked at the remaining two Templar knights and was about to nod, but at this moment, a voice came from the crystal side.
"Since the Unshakable Sword is dead, as a soldier of the same age as him, I will take over his mission, right?"
It was a loud, old voice, and then a tall figure opened the door and entered: "Priest priest, what do you think?"
Wood raised his head and looked at the previous commander of the White Lions in surprise—but the old man had taken off the White Lion's armor and was wearing just the most common military uniform.
"Captain Reid?"
"I said, I am no longer the commander of the legion, Lord Master."
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