It was early in the morning when Brando and Nimesis returned to the camp. A ray of gold bred on the lake, and the first ray of morning light was emerging from the cocoon under the lake.
As soon as the two men walked out of the forest, they heard a joyous cry: "Sister Nimésis, Brando!"
Brando raised his head when he heard the voice, and Freya sat on a high rock in the morning light and saw them first. She embraced her knees with her hands and rubbed her red eyes when she saw them. She looked sleepless all night, but the worried look on her face finally relieved.
He smiled slightly. Although his mind has not recovered from the series of incidents that happened last night, seeing this young girl from the countryside of Buche feels a very warm feeling after all.
"It's your turn to watch the night again?"
Freya jumped off the rock, her expression a little unnatural, she was not ashamed to say that she was worried. She nodded and gave a hmm. But this could not fool Nimesis, and the female knight glanced at her.
The girl's face turned red, and she looked around Brando, "Is it going well?" Everyone knows that Brando and Nimesis entered the forest to hunt the crystal stag, although most people have never heard of the crystal stag. What kind of existence is it, but she is still a little curious about him leaving empty-handed.
In Freya's impression, there is nothing he can't do. In her mind, he was both the inexplicable Buche reserve militia and the young noble child who led everyone out of the siege. Later, he became the lord of Tonigel and helped the princess to defeat Anlek and Sifah. Grand Duke.
The Lord Tonigel now in front of her is already a powerful figure that Eruin said is the only one, and even those who used to be high in her eyes like Sir Macaro and Overwell, he dare not dare to stand in front of him. Say one head high.
The princess trusted him, and there were even rumors outside that he was the upstart of the kingdom and the future minister. But Brando's lack of airiness in front of her made her feel a little closer.
But she was still dissatisfied-didn't this guy know that he was already an earl. In her mind, Lord Earl should be serious and unsmiling, so she couldn't help being a little angry when she saw Brando's flamboyant appearance. But then he softened his heart again and comforted: "It's okay, I think there is still a chance-I, I have seen the map, and it will take several days to pass through the Allathir Forest."
Brando looked at this future Valkyrie lady speaking incoherently in front of him, and couldn't help being a little amused: "What are you thinking, did I tell you that it was unsuccessful?"
"Huh?" Freya was stunned.
Brando especially likes to see this future Valkyrie girl in a daze in front of him, slightly opening her mouth to reveal a look of surprise. He continued to smile: "Do you know what I am going to hunt the Crystal Stag for?"
Freya shook her head, where did she know. The nobles like hunting, in her opinion these are all extravagant hobbies. However, it is like the winter hunting activity in Golan-Elson, which does not have much to do with the ordinary residents of the Buchi countryside.
Brando smiled slightly, he deliberately surprised the dazed lady, so he stretched out his hand flat, palm up, a ray of silver fire rising along his palm lines, weaving slowly upwards. The silver flame is like a thin thread, and they are intertwined in bunches to form a beautiful spiral.
Freya couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw this scene. She was no longer the country girl who knew nothing. Before the Black Rose War, the most powerful existence in her mind was probably said by the veteran captain Mano. The cavalry scouts in the story. In those stories, the cavalry scout was able to draw a tie with Madara's pale rider. The wonderful battle and the experience of circumventing the enemy's formation can make all the listeners fascinated every time.
But later she had understood that the most elite soldiers in the legions were no more than the strength of the pinnacle of Black Iron. Even if it was the lord's guard knight, it was not of silver level, about the same as she is now. However, in a mere one and a half years, she has gone further than her most desirable existence in the past—
It is said that after this autumn evening, the princess will personally canonize their group of student knights. Before that, Freya probably never dreamed that she would become a nobleman in her lifetime.
But none of these can compare to her surprise at the moment.
Because the silver flame burning in Brando's hand is nothing but the fire of the law, the line of the law. In Warend’s world, people who can civilize the elements are regarded as crossing the boundaries of the mortal world and standing at the starting point of the road to sages and truth.
All of these people have left a name in history.
But Brando is only twenty-one years old.
"Brando, this is..." Freya frowned slightly, her expression was both joyful for Brando and a trace of worry. What she worried was that Brando seemed to take another step forward, but she still lingered. She worried that one day she would not be able to keep up with him and be left far behind.
Although Brando once said that he would stop and wait for her, how long he would wait, she remembered that he also said that he could not stop and wait for her to move forward indefinitely. Freya's heart was complicated for a time.
Brando didn't seem to notice the hesitation in the heart of the girl from Butcher, he just nodded to her encouragingly.
"You are really civilized... But you... I remember the heroes in "History of Eruin", the Duke of Eurano, Lord of Thorns..." Freya looked at him blankly, as if one surpassed the history. The existence of the hero appeared in front of her, which made her a little unacceptable for a while: "Even your grandfather, Darus, was not as young as you when he was civilized..."
"Nothing further, Freya—" Brando took her.
Freya was slightly startled by the young man's so confident, even slightly arrogant words. In the girl's memory, Brando she knew never seemed so arrogant.
Not far away, Laurenna and her fiance Feralas stepped out of the camp, and couldn't help stopping when they saw this scene. Both eyes fell on Brando.
Among them, only Nimesis gave Brando a faint look.
Brando looked at Freya and didn't answer, but the words in his heart seemed to have been hidden for a long time. The first king Ake once established Eruin, and what he wanted to protect in that era was this kingdom. His enemies are the Cruz people, or the wind elves of St. Osor—
All the people gathered under that glorious banner participated in that war, and everything that the ancient nobles won is now under their feet.
But today, Eruin has suffered too much. Like Nimesis, he may have had a weird dream-seeing the old kingdom slip into the abyss, her people fought desperately, but in the end they got nothing.
As if touching his gaze, Nimesse twisted her body nervously, and she frowned her slender eyebrows.
But Brando's gaze had passed her, as if passing through Lake Valendon. He saw that in the far west, a dark, nascent empire was slowly rising. This time the war will become an opportunity, once the ruthless Emperor His Majesty clears the last stumbling block.
Then in the next step, its scepter will point to Eruin. The Great Demon Tide was coming so fiercely, what Crystal Stag Marlow could see was just the tip of the iceberg. The darkness of the whole world is about to move, and after eternal night, the real war will come to this world.
At that time, how should Elu deal with himself. That is something that history has never written, but at least this time, he hopes that those who fight to change their destiny will have their sacrifices more valuable. If history forgets those unknown heroes, he will change this history.
He suddenly understood that this was his mission. He came to this world, after all, not to live anonymously, or to be a spectator again. Some regrets, only one experience is enough. He withdrew his gaze, as if suddenly understood Martha's preference. Sacrifice is valuable. It stems from people's pursuits and ideals. They may fail, but they will eventually affect and change the world.
This kind of influence has always been in his heart.
What Xianjun Eke wants to change is only the arrogance of the nobles, and what he wants to change-is history.
Brando smiled slightly at Freya: "You will understand, go get others up, we are ready to go on the road." He left the last sentence in his heart-Lord Valkyrie.
Freya looked at him suspiciously. She was about to turn around and leave, but she suddenly seemed to realize it again. She turned her head and glanced at Brando: "Brando... Can I follow you?"
Brando glanced at the experience crystal left in the portable ring and nodded to her.
"Those who have faith will not fall behind."
Freya was startled slightly, but then nodded firmly. She suddenly remembered her ideals, like wild flowers blooming in the countryside of Buche, ordinary, but tenacious, and even the wildfires of summer could not burn them all. Those flowers are in full bloom among the pine mountains, which is impressive.
The girl's wish is equally simple, she wants to protect everyone, so that those memories that stay in peace and beauty will no longer be attacked by war.
Brando saw the young girl from the countryside of Butch turned and left. He turned his head and saw Laurenna and Feralas standing aside, and the female knight looked at him with admiration.
"Mr. Brando, a man of conviction will never fall behind-are you true?" She asked loudly with sparkles in her eyes.
"If you insist, how can you back down?" Brando asked casually.
"But the reality is not perfect."
"So some people will be called heroes."
"Are you quite a hero, Mr. Brando." Brando's words were very straightforward, which surprised the female knight.
"If this is a beautiful definition, why not pursue it?"
"That's it—" Laurena frowned slightly.
"But I want to be a demon even more—" Brando continued to answer.
The female knight was taken aback for a moment and looked at him.
"Because sometimes you have to be an enemy of the whole world."
Laurenna took a deep breath and nodded at him with some admiration. "I hope you can persist, Lord Earl." Then she seemed to respond in a low voice to herself: "I wish I too—"
…
The news of Brando's cultural elements finally spread like wildfire in the team. If before that, Brando's swordsmanship has been considered by many people to have the level of a sword master, but until now, he can be regarded as a genuine sword master.
Since the last Darus had lived in seclusion, Eruin finally had a second Juggernaut in the past 100 years. A young swordsman, Brando's prestige in the convoy, especially among the guards, seemed to have reached its peak for a while.
Brando once mentioned his title jokingly—just like Garlock the "Curious Seeker" and Nicholas the Flame. A sword saint who has cultivated elements is already qualified to be honored by the world.
But Nimesis simply reminded him that in fact, after the Battle of Ampersel, he had a well-known name.
Wolf Shepherd—
Brando the Wolf Shepherd.
On Grand Duke Anlek's thin face, two pairs of tired but sharp eyes in the sunken eye sockets silently scanned the parchment map in his hand, but they repeatedly evaluated the name in his mind.
Several months of information feedback has allowed him to recognize the people behind the failure of the entire Ampersel project. This bandit leader from Tonigel, who seemed to be unknown before, made his debut in Ridenburg, and then rises like a comet.
The other party's methods seem to be vulgar, like bandit-like tricks, not in the eyes of the nobleman. Even the northern nobles once joked that the new lord of Tonigel was a rustic upstart.
Many people envy his luck in private.
But Anlek may not consider this in his heart. How simple is the grandson of Sword Saint Darus? He had seen the Juggernaut himself, and the impression left at that time still makes him feel chilled.
Besides, he had already noticed some details. The Count of Tonigel always seemed to be able to anticipate the enemy's opportunities.
A typical example is—
This time he followed them again.
Grand Duke Anlek frowned, and there was another dispute in the distance. He raised his head, and the graceful female knight seemed to perceive the displeasure of this powerful and powerful figure in the upper aristocratic circle of Eruin, and quickly explained in a low voice: "The hunters seem to be reluctant to move on— "
"They still think there is a terrible curse in the frost-stained forest. They are really foolish men." The female knight added.
Anlek frowned, and replied coldly: "Dejar is really disappointing. It only takes one person to lead the way."
Siviya was slightly startled, but then reacted. She lowered her head and replied obediently: "I see, my lord."
The silver knight looked towards the forest and couldn't help but shook his head—some people just didn't know how to live or die.