"Our goal is simple. There are three portals in total. Even if one remains, the mission will fail."
"The task of finding and analyzing the portal is left to Miss Antitina. The tasks of others, including me, are to cover her approaching the portal and protect her before she is finished."
"Do you have any questions?"
Brando looked at everyone, and later they were about to face thousands of demons. Except for him, no one expected success. Most of the people present only regarded this action as a noble act-on the one hand, there were fewer than forty people, on the other hand, it was an army of uncountable demons. Apart from miracles, they really couldn't imagine the possibility of victory.
Some of Lantonilan’s knights looked nervous, some frowned, and some seemed to be joking indifferently. The usual taciturn curious-cheater Garlock was showing Shire a model of spells, and Siphar’s sword magnate Nicholas repeated it over and over again. Wiping her long sword, Her Royal Highness stared at Amperel in the darkness of the rain screen in a daze. These movements seemed meaningless, but they were more or less uneasy. .
When the real final moment is so close, who can calmly face death in an area
But even so, everyone nodded silently. They don’t know that there is still a trace of luck in the young people’s hearts. They only think that it is a kind of knightly persistence and determination-knowing that they have failed, they still have to challenge. This kind of persistence is still a little naive in the eyes of most aristocrats in this era-but It is also commendable, because no one can blaspheme the pursuit of ideals and honor itself.
Because of this, everyone has only admiration for Brando.
Brando can more or less feel the meaning of this, but he does not intend to explain this misunderstanding. "Well, too much time has been wasted. We only have five minutes to prepare. Then set off immediately, please hurry up, or leave a will-you and I should understand that once we go this time, there will be ten deaths and no lives."
Everyone was silent.
Only Charles laughed and said: "It's a pity that we should have had the opportunity to build a monument for future generations to record the heroic deeds that took place here today. The inscription reads'the great Lord Tonigel and his followers.' , But now it seems that there is no such opportunity. No one will remember us in the future, it will still be a problem."
The young wizard described it vividly.
"Why can't you remember?" Dilphary on the side couldn't help being curious.
"It's very simple, because a certain upright temple will definitely conceal the truth, but can we stand up to refute it?" Charles replied testily, and couldn't help but smile.
This joke is interesting, and the key is that it conforms to everyone's malicious guess about the Cruz people at this moment. Isn't all this a masterpiece of the Cruz people and the Temple of Flame? Although everyone is now united and cooperating against the devil, there is no hint of discomfort in their hearts, especially the Lantonilan knights, who laughed unscrupulously.
Brando couldn't help but smile. It seems that the fellow Shire has a lot of opinions on the Temple of Flames, but I have to say that what he said is likely to happen in the future-if they really die here.
In fact, even the only Templar in the Flame Temple among the crowd smiled indifferently and shook his head after hearing what Charles said. As a high-ranking member of the Temple of Flames, he naturally does not know how the temple works, but this is not unacceptable to him-he is loyal to his faith, not the way the temple acts. .
Brando got out of the crowd, walked to the woodland and glanced at the gentle slope to the north, and sighed. Some things are simple to say, but difficult to do. The hills to the north of Ampersel connect the bay with a gentle slope meadow. Such a terrain is really not suitable for raids. The little devil’s eyesight is limited, but the Hellhound is the best. Scout, I'm afraid they will be spotted as soon as they leave the forest.
Once discovered, he couldn't help feeling a little desperate when he thought of the densely packed demons by the portal and increasing all the time.
He couldn't help thinking that it would be great if he were fighting in the hills, but the demons were not stupid. What's more, they have no choice.
At this time, a rustle of footsteps came from behind, and Brando didn't need to look back to know that it was the Countess of Yanbao, and only she was so clumsy here to make such a loud noise.
"Mr. Brando."
"You want to ask what you can do?" Brando replied without looking back.
"... You, you must not please girls at all, Mr. Brando," Dilphary stalked, then replied somewhat helplessly: "I want to know what I can do, Mr. Brando, Did you fancy my ability to summon demons."
"Ha," Brando said with a dry smile, "Did you guess it?"
"Other than that, there is no other possibility." Dilphary looked a little frowning: "But I might disappoint you. Although I secretly learn spiritism, in fact I can summon the devil Only the very low-level part."
Brando couldn't help looking at her: "Really? But I also have a question, Countess, are you not scared at all? You know what it means to be here, right?"
He checked his watch, and there were three minutes left. There was still more time, so I asked this question that I had always been curious about before. The reason why Reid, the commander of the White Lions, chose to join, he can more or less guess. That big figure is a tragic character in history, and it can be said to be a tragic hero. He is one of the few who are completely different from other nobles in Eruin. Different exists, but they have chosen a path that is doomed to be wrong.
To be honest, Brando did not agree with Reird's choice, which may be worthy of admiration as a person, but judging from the status of the old man, he was too short-sighted. He ruined the future of the kingdom because of his own wrong judgment. Such an error cannot be ignored because of the purpose of integrity.
But if Reid wanted to make up for his fault, Brando would be surprised by the actions of the Countess of Yanbao. Although she was his intended candidate, her response plane was too outstanding, as if the chivalry spirit had overflowed.
This is not the same as Brando's impression of her.
Dilphary hesitated, but finally nodded seriously, "I know I might die here, Mr. Brando."
Brando heard her continue to say: "But the Yanbao family is not the only heir to me. If I die here today, the Sword Guardian family will only be honored because of me, and washed away because of the broken sword seat. I’m a shame. I’m alive, and my family won’t be reborn because of it. I’m dead, but I can’t decide the fate of myself and my family.”
"So I thought, maybe I can at least determine the value of my life," Dilfieri gave Brando a serious look. "Besides, I would rather die heroically and gloriously, to be able to die by a real knight. Isn’t it romantic to be able to drain the last drop of blood for this kingdom?"
She smiled slightly, with the gentleness of a noble lady.
Romance you are tall.
Brando couldn't understand her inexplicable spirit of sacrifice, just as he could never restrain the freedom of aristocrats for the sake of the family. He looked at the countess and felt for the first time that there was an invisible gap between them.
"Is it worth it?"
"It's worth it." Dilfieri definitely nodded.
Okay, Brando shrugged and decided to change the subject to a lighter one: "But then again, is the fracture of the sword seat that serious for you?"
"Of course, Yanbao once swore an oath to guard the sword seat. The fragmentation of the sword seat means that the Lionheart Sword has to choose a new master. This is a huge blow to us. The family had to face the criticism and criticism of the coveters. Blame."
"So that's the case." Brando suddenly realized that, in fact, he had already guessed. If Yanbao didn't run into trouble, she wouldn't let a little girl from Dilfieri run out.
"But isn't the Lionheart Sword in the hands of the princess again?"
"Mr. Brando, what we swore was the royal family of Sifah. Later, the Lionheart Sword disappeared. Fortunately, the sword seat is still alive. Therefore, the ancestors of Corcovado swear to inherit the throne in front of the sword seat. The Yanbao family is loyal today. In fact, it is the Corcovado royal family, not the princess." The countess explained in detail.
When she said that, Brando understood completely. But to be honest, even if he understands the whole story, he still can't understand the other party's choice.
He was silent for a moment, and took out a circular object from the dimension hole. "Your family will be honored because of you, but to be honest, I regret it." Brando replied quietly.
"Mr. Brando, you don't have to, ah—" Dilphary saw the thing, his eyes widened: "This is..."
"Devil's armband?"
Brando nodded slowly.
…
Five minutes was not a long time. When Brando and Dilphary came back from the outer forest, everyone was ready to go.
He didn't say much, in fact, he was not in the mood to say much, and he nodded and led everyone to set off. They passed through the forest and quickly entered the gentle slope belt along the hillside to the north. Before that, Brando had told himself more than once that this adventure action was no different from his similar experiences in games in the past— Whether it’s the earlier experience of breaking out in the siege of the lizard people, or the deadly raid on Madara’s undead in the Second Black Rose War, or later from the Cruze’s eyelids in Operation Four Leaf Clover The child conveys information down.
It succeeded every time, didn't it
But it wasn't until the moment before he left that everyone's silence made him feel a little different. There seemed to be a nervousness in the air, which reminded him more than once of that night in Buche.
Through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the tree canopy, the portal of the Fire Gate is like three huge golden rings standing in the rain, and these things alone make people feel huge pressure. Fortunately, in order to ensure the clearance near the portal, no flying creature can be seen in the entire northern sky of Ampersel.
Whether it is a savage demon or a harpy.
This is probably the only place Brando feels comforted.
The demons are very confident about the strength of the troops near the portal, and there are no patrols in the surrounding hilly areas. Of course, the demons don't have any patrols in the first place-their fighting style has always been flat, violent and direct.
Brando originally thought he would meet Joe Gentigan, but he seemed to be lucky. He carefully led the others through the bushland, watching nervously at the top of the hill where the hellhound was resting, but the opponent didn't seem to realize that there would be a troop appearing to the north of Ampersel, and soon they went well. The land entered the sparsely forested area close to the gentle slope meadow.
Brando took the lead to roll sideways to the outermost tree in the woodland and glanced outside. The nearest portal is less than one kilometer away from him. Because the portal is so huge, it almost seems to be within reach.
Brando took a breath and immediately turned his head and gestured to the others. Everyone lowered their bodies and crawled close to the edge of the woodland.
To be honest, this action is nothing new. Scouts often approach enemy troops in this way, and even teach their horses to do the same, but if there is an aerial reconnaissance unit, doing so on an endless meadow is tantamount to looking for death.
Brando, however, took a fancy to the clear space near the portal.
They slowly crawled out of the edge of the woodland and slowly entered the meadow belt. Brando raised his head from time to time to see the reaction of the hellhound over there. Among all the demons, the hellhound’s perception ability is the first. Even the higher-order long-horned demons are inferior to them in this respect.
However, Masha was obviously on their side this time, and went forward three or four hundred meters. Although it took a full ten minutes, at least until they were close to half the distance, the hellhounds still did not respond. .
But luck clearly ends here.
Suddenly, Brando saw the three-headed hell dog stand up alertly. If he was still lucky by then, when the monster looked in this direction, he immediately realized that his party had been found.
At this distance, the other party is probably not because they saw them, but because they smelled humans. I have to say that even if Brando had prepared for such a sense of smell, he still couldn't help but secretly startled. You know it's in the torrential rain. If it's sunny, they probably won't be able to hide in the forest.
The two major types of demon scouts, the savage demon in the sky and the hellhound on the ground, are not famous for being blown out by the player. Brando only saw the six pairs of blood-red eyes swept in this direction, he immediately felt a tingling scalp, and subconsciously shouted:
"Antitina!"
The noble lady understood her heart, and immediately approached him, Brando got up from the ground and picked her up and hugged her up. Immediately rushed to the portal directly in front of him. "Quick! Destroy the nearest portal first!"
When he moved, the hell dogs on the hills all stood up. The slower reaction was the long-horned demons at the portal. These tall demons immediately kicked away the fighting little demons, cursing and ordering them to prepare to meet the enemy immediately.
Then there appeared the figure of the demon warlock beside the portal. The monsters originally seemed to be hidden among the large tracts of little demons. As soon as they stood up, a blood-red flame was ignited in their hands, and then they directed towards Bran like raindrops. Wait for more people to throw.
Brando held Antitina in one hand and drew the sword of the earth with the other. He is very familiar with these horns heads, and naturally knows their usual tricks, and is about to meet them, but at this time, the Templar and Nicholas Flame have come to him in front of him, they stretched out their hands, countless The golden-red law line immediately extended forward and swallowed all the fireballs.
In front of these two masters who played with fire, the fireball skills of the demon warlocks were really not enough.
Brando suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The reason why he indicated that Nicholas should join is actually for this reason. The demons are experts in playing with fire, but compared with Nicholas on the side of truth, they seem to be pediatrics.