The overwhelming savage demons turned in mid-air one after another, and flew toward the humans near the second flame, like a shadow under the giant claws of a demon that swept across the sky. Brando looked at this scene and couldn't help but think of the great Solaniland locust plague that occurred in the second trade wind year. The locusts that obscured the sky at that time were a true portrayal of today's scene.
The second fan of flames is completely shattering, disintegrating into fragments that are flying up and down, melting into the heavy rain as if countless golden butterflies disappear one by one. Griffin stood in the rain and looked up at the flying flames. A glimmer of hope rose from the depths of his eyes. The half-elf princess pursed her lips and clenched her fists.
But the remaining knights are still immersed in excitement, and their high confidence and morale seem to make them even dismissive of the situation on the battlefield for a while. Only Nicholas and Reid were slightly confused. The two turned to look at Brando. They knew very well that Garlock had basically lost the ability to cast spells. Now if they want to approach the third portal by surprise, they can only look at this belt. Could the young people who came to the miracle surprise them again
The heavy rain even covered the demon's hiss behind the rain screen.
Brando stood in the rain and barely corrected his face. Although he was not sure at all in his heart, he knew that he could not be pessimistic and desperate in the first place. At least not let other people see his hesitation.
"Only think of a way to kill it first." He replied quietly.
"How to kill it?" The knights and Nicholas asked together, but unlike the knights' confidence, Nicholas asked sincerely. Although he and Brando were on different opposites a few hours ago, he had no prejudice against Brando. On the contrary, he admired Brando's calmness when fighting the devil.
There are not many young swordsmen like Eruin. From Brando, he seems to have seen his era of learning swords, but Brando's achievements must be higher than him. In terms of age, the Yanfa Jianhao, who is almost a generation of Brando's father, is not jealous, only gratified.
How to kill it.
For Brando, this is a core issue. He raised his head and watched the red tide sweeping across the turquoise meadow through the rain curtain, and he could even feel a slight shudder from the ground. There were only twenty or thirty people around him, including the witch and all the others. There were also many wounded and uncombatable personnel, as well as non-combatants such as Antitina and Dilfir.
Brando wouldn't believe it if he wanted to say that such a group of people could break a bloody path from the demon army. Using perseverance to defeat an opponent is just a joke after all.
There is only one chance now.
The cloak of the giant king Punic had about 30 breaths left, which was about one minute. There is no problem with this giant's cloak accommodating a few people, but the problem is that one minute is definitely not enough for them to get from this portal to another portal.
Although the distance of two kilometers is not far, it is traveling through the demon army.
"The soldiers are divided into two ways." Brando thought about it for a while, and finally replied. His purpose is simple, using one team as cannon fodder to attract the devil's attention, while the other team uses Punic's cloak to escort Antitina and Charles to the third portal.
He briefly recounted his thoughts, and Nicholas and Reid understood. The commander of the old white lion legion thought about it a little bit and said: "This is indeed the only way now, but I don't know how Mr. Brando intends to group it?"
Brando went silent, in fact, he had a plan in his heart.
Due to the existence of the cloak of the King of Giants, the staffing of this team can actually be very simple. First of all, Antitina and Charles must be included as a "demolition" team, and one person must also be able to deal with the horned demon at the portal.
Brando's best candidates are Antitina, Charles, Nicholas, Dilphary, Her Royal Highness, and Garlock and Sugar Bowl. Of course, Brando did not deny that he joined the princess because of his own selfishness, but in any case, if the princess died here, then everything he did before would become meaningless.
That being the case, he might as well not come to Amperel, then history will follow the previous trajectory, and there will be no demonic invasion at all.
Only those who have truly changed Eruin's future, what has happened today, and those who have died, will appear valuable.
The reason for joining Sugar Bowl and Garlock is even simpler. He would never let a little girl who was in a coma and lost her fighting capacity to die. Besides, she had saved him and the princess before. The old wizard who lost his combat effectiveness was also out of almost the same considerations.
When Brando said his thoughts, there was silence around him. Indeed, who can be willing to die? At least Brando himself would not be so willing. Because the meaning of taking a risk once is completely different from the previous one, this time their task is to die.
He raised his head and looked at the unreal faces of everyone in the rain curtain—just as when he was in the middle, he looked at the faces of every like-minded comrade who had left in the crimson valley.
"I'm sorry, but we have no retreat," Brando replied: "I hope you will help me at least once, and I don't want to say deceit. Here today, we may win in the best case, and in the worst case, I at least hope to be with you to the death."
Brando believes that he has no right to demand that anyone die for a certain purpose, no matter how noble the purpose is. Half of his soul comes from modern times, and some deep-rooted thoughts are already rooted in his heart, as if all men are created equal.
At that moment, for the first time, he felt that some players' ideas didn't seem to fit this world. Because he can't treat everyone as NPC, they are living beings. Even today, he is used to taking risks like a player, but until this adventure involves everyone.
The princess is not his princess, and Eruin is not his alone Eruin. Maybe he knows all this is correct, but ideally speaking, he may not have the right to help others choose.
Especially for these people who have lived in this land for generations, perhaps survival is the most important choice. Until this moment Brando suddenly realized that this was not a wavering, but an unprecedented maturity.
If you want to pay and gain something, at least you must first learn to take responsibility.
In the face of real death, Brando finally understood this.
It wasn't until now that he suddenly understood Reid's thoughts. He couldn't help but glance at the former commander of the old White Lions.
Reid was also looking at him.
There is only appreciation in the eyes of the old man.
Reid was silent in his heart, because the old man suddenly realized his mistake. If only to survive, then what is the need for this ancient kingdom to exist? The Eruins are also descendants of the King of Flames. They left Cruz to resist the tyranny of the nobility.
If this ideal cannot be maintained, then what is the significance of Eruin's existence itself
Whether it is Brando in front of them or the young people of the White Lions, they are the best people in this kingdom. Their ideals are so similar that they shouldn't fight each other.
In fact, Brando also expected one thing wrong. That is, Warend is here, not his original world. Here, not everyone will agree with some of his ideas—
The knights looked at the young lord dumbfounded.
They really couldn’t think of any need for him to apologize to them. The noble act shining here at this moment was enough to make Eruin rebuild the banner. Brando brought all this, as if to make them come back again. By the time when the glorious banner was still shining on the plain.
What's wrong with him—
Everyone truly felt this respect, and Brando told them that he was not the one who led them to become heroes. But they chose to embark on such a path, and he distributed the glory to everyone.
What else are they dissatisfied with
There is only endless reverence in everyone's heart. Master Martha gave them the most noble quality when they gave life to life, but at this moment such a quality was shining in the heavy rain. Mother's expectations seemed to be imposed on everyone.
"Lord Lord, please don't say that," the knights couldn't help answering, "If we still complain, how would the sages of Eruin treat us?"
"The most noble behavior is here. I will only be honored because of my choice." The old wizard also sighed: "Please cross me out of the other list, because Lord Lord, you have no right to deprive me. The glory of this old bone. Even if I am a wizard, there is blood, because I am still an Eruin."
"Is it true that only Eruin has glory?" The Templar Stephen took a deep look at Brando: "The sage swore an oath on the plains of Saint White, and we will only continue to write the legend of the flame with blood. "He replied with a slight bow to Brando.
There is both obedience and respect in this standard chivalry.
That is the footsteps of a follower of the King of Flames, a fanatical believer's respect for true ideals. Only the same people can understand each other, whether it is from Eruin or Cruz, they all have people who pursue the same beautiful things. This is the only thing he wants to prove.
Barbasha did not answer, but smiled mysteriously. The Dark Dragon Lord was once called a fool, but the real fools were only the vulgar worldly people.
Brando was dumbfounded.
The words of the knights were in their ears again. Like those vows that echoed in his heart every night, people who seek like-minded people have such footprints there. Whether they are men or women, old people or children, whether they are strong or ordinary, ideals are not noble or lowly because of people.
Brando once thought that he could only find those simple ideals in the game, but he found that he was wrong.
But now they are back.
Right here, beside him.
Just like the players who fought side by side with him. Frustration, failure, and death can't stop them. Others laugh at them as fools, insisting on a piece of virtual data that does not exist. But the world itself is not the case. Nothing is born with a special meaning.
What everyone struggles for is just the persistence in the heart, and there is no difference between high and low. Brando has no intention of refuting other people, but if he can't insist on himself in the virtual world, how can he not lose himself in the larger world.
Retreat is just a sign of cowardice.
Griffith suddenly interrupted Brando's thoughts because of the princess's crisp voice.
"This is a noble plan, but it's not perfect."
The half-elf girl took a breath and said, "The current situation is in front of all of us, and there is no room for us to have a chance to make a mistake again. Therefore, we must do our best in every detail."
"Mr. Brando’s arrangement is understandable, but here, you are the only one who is most familiar with the cloak of the King of Giants. The battle later involves intermittent use of the cloak of the Giants, but as long as there is a chance in between. It's been a long time without hesitation."
"Elu cannot withstand such a failure."
"So I suggest that I exchange positions with Mr. Brando, and I will be the commander of this battle. Mr. Brando will escort Miss Antitina until the task is completed."
The Princess said calmly. Indeed, everyone seems to have realized this problem. Brando proposed this plan, but the core of this plan is actually not a group of people who attract firepower, but how to flexibly apply the King of Giants who only lasts less than a minute. The cloak arrived at the other end of the battlefield.
This is definitely not a simple job.
Although Brando claimed that the cloak was easy to operate, anyone could tell that it was just because he wanted to preserve the selfishness of the princess.
Such selfishness will only make people feel respected, but it is not necessarily in keeping with the times.
Brando felt the princess's extremely calm eyes staring at him, and suddenly realized what the other party was going to say: "Wait, but—"
"I know what you want to say, Mr. Brando."
The previous conversation was only a moment of time, and the demon army was rushing in, and there was not much time left for her. Princess Griffin lowered her eyelids and interrupted him: "Although I have never asked what your purpose is, I can feel that sincerity. I thank you very much, Mr. Brando."
"But at this time, feelings are not the first factor we have to consider. If we want to choose between me and Eruin, I hope that Eruin will survive. I cannot represent Eruin, Brando. Sir, only its people can represent it."
Her Royal Highness's words suffocated everyone, especially Nicholas and Reid, who seemed to know the Princess for the first time today. Antitina grabbed Brando by the sleeve, as if only at this moment did she understand why Brando made such a choice.
But what she didn't understand was.
Why Brando seems to know all this in advance.
Brando looked at the princess, and the princess continued: "So please promise, you must succeed."
"Your Royal Highness." Brando couldn't help but speak.
But Princess Griffin turned her head, and the wind and rain fell on the girl, her long silver hair attached to her shoulders. She looked at the others with her head up:
"Elu, because the future king is too young to lead you personally to kill the enemy, today, as the regent princess, I will lead you to overcome all difficulties."
"This is my glory, my responsibility, and no one can take it away."
"If I die here today, at least let me say it for the last time—"
"The blood of Corcovado was shed for Eru."
In the silence, the knights suddenly shouted:
"Long live the princess!"
"Long live the regent!"
"Long live the Kingdom of Eruin!"
This voice echoed in the heavy rain, Brando found that he couldn't even say a word. The five words of Princess Regent are like thunder and lightning falling in his heart, history is so wonderfully overlapping, in the same heavy rain, the same proud princess.
A statement almost unchanged. Her stubbornness and stubbornness are always so vivid and shining.
As if it had never faded from his heart.
Perhaps this is destiny.
Brando thought.