Without waiting for Brando to continue questioning, he waved his hand and said: "Okay, I have done everything I want to do. Brando, I'm very happy to see you officially join us as one of us-after this time a farewell , I’m afraid it’s hard to see you in the future, and the road to the future can only be left to you."
Brando was stunned.
Although he didn't know that the elemental emperor would leave eventually, but when the other party said farewell, he realized that what he was facing was a legend from thousands of years ago.
"Master Tumen..."
"Hey, don't have to twist. We are all big men. Besides, the guy from Saint Ossor will teach you. I believe you won't have a big problem." Tumen smiled slightly: "Although I'm a bit clumsy, I am the best. One of the students."
"Humph!"
After the wind, he snorted heavily. But she raised her head, looked at the already translucent Tumen, and couldn't help frowning: "Old fellow, I also have a question."
Tumen turned his head and smiled and asked, "You ask, my student."
"After the Battle of Osopa'o, did you die..." Saint Ossore hesitated for a moment, and then asked.
There seemed to be a moment of silence on the platform.
But Tumen finally spread his hands: “I’m afraid it’s difficult for me to answer you this question. Because of Osopa’s history after World War I, you know better than me—when I left this image, the king should still be there. Alka."
"That was before entering the swamp." St. Osor frowned and looked at him. Brando muttered to himself after listening to the wind, but in his heart he recalled the history of the dialogue between the two. In the battle of the saints, the four sages did not actually have an army against the dragon of darkness from the beginning.
In fact, before marching into the swamp, the Dark Dragon was far from paying attention to these "untouchables" from other races. Before the Battle of Osopa'o, this historical'tyrant' and'dictator' had been staying in Elka near the permafrost glacier. Regarding this period of history, even the players had not figured out.
For example, what he planned on the Everfrost Glacier, there is no record in history. Brando could only guess that Odin had invited Trishman to join him against the mysterious enemy based on the Deer Banshee's saying that the other party's whereabouts might be related to this matter.
Then the Battle of Osopa'e broke out, and the rebels invaded Demia. The victory of this battle became a turning point in history. Since then, the rebels began to grow. The Buga and the Dragons joined the war. Soon thereafter, news of the killing of the Elemental Emperor Tumen came out.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Tumen.
"The Buga said they killed you, but someone in the silver elves saw you only escaped after being injured. Not long after that, you disappeared in the Clover Field." St. Osor continued, "In the end, we did not confirm you. Whether it’s really dead, just to boost morale, Fa Enzan declared that you are dead—"
After Tumen heard what Saint Osor said, he couldn’t help laughing: “My student, it’s really important that I’m not dead? Besides, if you use my death to boost morale, in terms of my temper, it’s definitely not. Will hide and not show up-you know exactly what I will do, so don't you already have the answer?"
When the Elemental Emperor finished speaking, his entire lower body had almost disappeared, and it looked like a ghost floating in mid-air.
Elf Yu Jie looked at him like this, couldn't help squeezing her fists, and replied silently: "I just want to confirm it..."
"You have confirmed it," Tumen replied, his voice gradually faint: "Remember to say hello to Ellanta for me."
"She will definitely split your greeting in half!"
St. Osor watched Tumen's figure disappear completely, and after a long while, such a vicious word popped out of his mouth. Then she turned her head and looked at Brando who was staring at her dumbfounded, and couldn't help but anger and said, "What are you looking at?"
Brando hurriedly shrugged. The grievances and entanglements in the war of the saints really have nothing to do with him, except that Tumen must be the teacher of Saint Osor, Gilt, and Faenza. When these three sages fought with him, I must have a hard time in my heart.
It’s just that when did the Miner’s collapse begin
Brando certainly knows that era. The Miner people at that time were as proud as the Cruz people today. No, even more arrogant, because the territory of their empire was once so broad that it encompassed the entire Vound today, and today Cruz, Faenza, Saint Ossor, and Ellanta were nothing more than empires at that time. Only a small part.
But even such a powerful empire eventually fell apart in an instant. But to this day, there are no more Miner people on the mainland.
Brando was thinking about these things silently, but he didn't want to take a picture of him after the wind on the side, and asked: "Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"
Elf Yu Jie looked around suspiciously: "This place should be on the edge of the Black Forest. What are you doing in this wilderness by yourself? Is it just to see this old immortal... old fellow."
She probably realized that the other party was dead, so her words seemed a bit contradictory, so she changed her words halfway through.
"Of course not." Brando shook his head, only then did he remember his purpose of coming here. However, this matter is difficult to explain, he can only answer ambiguously: "Of course I am here to hunt for treasure. You have also seen it when I met Lord Tumen. It was just an accident."
"Treasure hunt?"
St. Osor stared at him suspiciously: "What treasure to find, show me?"
As a former heroic sage who experienced the battle of the saints, she instinctively sensed the untruth in Brando's words. But a pity, although the elf is well-informed after the wind, but Brando can't help it. I saw Brando step back a few steps, as if silently counting his steps, he counted a few steps, and then walked towards the mountain wall.
St. Osor subconsciously thought that this guy was pretending to be a ghost. She squinted her eyes, but she didn't expect Brando to pull something out of the vines coiling around the mountain wall for a short while. Come.
"What is this?" Elf Yu Jie couldn't help looking at the thing in Brando's hand, and then she realized that it was something similar to a slate.
Brando just smiled mysteriously for the question about Fenghou.
"This is naturally a good thing."
He sold it off and replied. But this time he didn't lie, because in another history, this slate was indeed something that changed the history of Eruin.
And this is the real reason why he asked Freya to come with him.
In another history, this is the private property of the Valkyrie Lord. And in this history, Brando naturally wants to return it to its original owner.
…
Tick, tick.
In Nuo's room, there seemed to be only the boring sound of the taut clockwork from ringing a bell. This sound reverberated in the empty room, as if it had been infinitely amplified again. The shadow of the sun passed through the shade of the tree and fell in this study, printing layers of shadows on the carpet, like a weird picture.
A pair of white feet wearing wooden clogs stepped on the carpet, occasionally destroying the artistic conception of the entire painting.
Although Yura could not see, she seemed to have a natural ability to feel everything around her. She walked quietly around the house, occasionally turning her head back to her husband, with a mysterious smile on her face.
Those who are familiar with her know that the special ability possessed by the wife of the future lord is called foresight.
No one knows how terrifying this lord’s wife’s abilities are. Only two months after living in this castle, no one dared to despise her authority.
The young man sitting behind the desk—or the future owner of this territory, the knight madman in Brando's eyes—of course, the young man whose real name is Eco is holding his cheek in one hand and staring at him boredly. wife.
In fact, since the battle of Ampersel, the whole world seems to have calmed down, making him feel incompatible with himself. He said that the kind of life he pursued should be enthusiastic and support the weak.
However, it is a pity that Eruin-at least the southern border of Eruin has been irresistibly calmer day by day.
The only exciting news is that there is a tense atmosphere of war in Dnell in the south. But unfortunately, as long as Count Denell's brain has not burned, he probably won't go to Rantoniland.
And after the Battle of Amperexel, Grand Duke Lantonilan had already imposed a strict ban on him.
The young man couldn't help sighing deeply and muttering: "My dear, you said something must happen today, but unfortunately we have waited until now. It seems that your prediction was wrong again this time."
Hearing her husband say so, Yura didn't feel annoyed. She turned her head to face Eco, showing a relieved smile; because she was wearing Jiufeng's traditional costume, her whole person seemed to be full of elegant and intellectual beauty, and Eco couldn't help but look at it.
He coughed slightly and asked, "By the way, are you getting better?"
"It's much better, thank you husband for your concern," Yola replied: "It's already much better. Your husband, please be patient. In Jiufeng, cultivating qi is an important etiquette for the nobles."
"But I have been waiting for hours."
As soon as Iko's voice fell, the door suddenly opened with a click. He lifted his head in a daze, only to find the expressionless Macaro standing outside the door.
"Master Macaro, why are you here?" He was taken aback. But Macaro interrupted him first: "Don't ask so much, Eco, Firshan has received the letter, and there is one for you."
"Your Royal Highness?" Yura asked.
"Ha, it's Lord Tonigel!" But Eco had already jumped up with excitement. "Great, I knew he would never forget me!"
"Hurry up and write to me, Master Macaro—by the way, what's in the letter?" But he is still a little sane, and finally knows to stop and ask about the content of the letter.
Macaro glanced at him and shook his head. The future Grand Duke Lantonilan grew up in the mountains. Although he has barely received some aristocratic education, he is still a mercenary in his bones. And his mind is full of jumbled knight thoughts.
What made him a little headache was that he didn't understand how he could teach such a heir to the lord. He groaned for a while, before repliing calmly: "The letter says, let's go to Valendenburg to meet—"
"Valendenburg?" Eco was taken aback, as if suddenly reacted: "Isn't that the home of the Grand Duke Vieiro, wait, the Count, what are they doing in the province of Vieiro? Isn't Denel still there? Fighting?"
Macaro stared at him silently.
The young man seemed to finally realize that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly coughed: "Um,... the news for Dnell, it was... Jura told me. I never went out!"
"My husband..." Yura couldn't help sighing heavily. This sells teammates too decisively.