The black knight galloped through the woods like a dark storm, but it was strangely silent. The horseshoes of the dead horses fell on the meadow, as if floating in the air, leaving only the cyan souls floating up and down with their bodies. fire.
Brando stared at the blade in their hands.
"You can't escape—" Brando screamed hysterically when he heard the duck-like voice of Viscount Cardel: "You know what to choose. You are a wise man. Are you going to abandon everything in your reality? The people you love, and those who love you, just to stay in this illusory dream?"
"I know you understand what is true. You are a strong person, not a weak one. You have to learn to choose."
"You are not a wayward boy, you understand your responsibility—"
"You shut up, the failed guy is not qualified to hold me accountable!" Brando's figure flashed, and the activation of his charge skills made him run into a black knight head-on like a rhino. The black knight did not realize that these weaker human beings dared to take the initiative to attack. The soul fire in its eyes burned fiercely, but to no avail, Brando had already placed one hand on his steel mask and took it out of the fight. It was dragged down immediately.
With a loud bang, the black knight was dragged off his horse and fell to the ground.
Brando stepped forward and landed behind them. The black knights were taken aback, and then they turned their mounts again and surrounded Brando. Brando raised his head to observe the situation around him. It was a pity to see that the black knight who fell off his horse's helmet stood up again. The strength of the Silver Peak was still too weak, but he was caught off guard by hitting the opponent. He still has the power of the element rank, and he should smash the black knight into a thin discus just that moment.
Brando immediately raised the Earth Sword and shouted to Haruze who was not far away: "Haruze, you take your sister away, you know you should go there—"
Haruze stayed there for a while, he looked at Brando in a daze, and shook his head desperately: "Teacher, how about you?"
"I'll be there soon." Brando replied confidently.
"But… "
"Stop talking nonsense, this is an order, get out of here!" Brando roared.
The little prince shuddered, but before he could speak, the princess grabbed his hand. Princess Griffin took a look at Brando's direction, and ordered the knight beside him: "You go help him, make sure to let him survive."
The two knights beside her nodded immediately, drew their swords and rushed over here.
But Brando glanced at the two knights and shook his head, unable to count on it. He raised his hand to gesture to the black knights, and shouted, "Fool, let me see if your Emperor's mercury rod is really that powerful."
The high-ranking undead also possessed wisdom, so naturally they could not accept the insults of these human beings to their supreme emperor. The eyes of several black knights were slightly clear, and they immediately killed Brando. Brando saw that he succeeded in seduce, and immediately turned and ran. Just kidding, even though he spoke swearly, but challenged seven or eight black knights with the strength of the silver pinnacle, he was not crazy enough yet.
He rushed to the woods in the courtyard, because he remembered that there was a way to the main hall, where these terrible creatures might be thrown away.
The premise is that if you can enter the forest—
…
Princess Griffin pulled her'sister' all the way forward, Haruzer held her skirt in one hand, and looked back and worried about Brando's departure direction from time to time. He still remembered that this was a dream. Since the teacher brought himself here, the two should leave together. How could he leave him alone
He thought in a panic in his heart.
It was at this moment that Princess Griffin in front suddenly stopped. The princess frowned and looked at the kitchen leading to the side door of the castle not far away, but unlike in the memory, the kitchen door was closed tightly—
She froze for a moment, then drew the dagger from under the skirt, and slashed it twice on the lock, but unfortunately the magic lock in the palace was definitely not open with brute force, except for two shallow scratches. In vain.
"Sister, let me try!" Haruze only noticed his sister's actions. He glanced at the door, lifted the skirt with both hands, and slammed into the wooden door.
But what the little prince never dreamed of was that just before he hit the door, the door opened by itself with a creak. He hit it and almost flew into the house. Fortunately, he stretched out his hands behind the door to hold him firmly. He looked up and saw a familiar face.
"Nie... No... Ms. Bai, Bai Jia?" Haruze was slightly startled, thinking for a while before remembering the name of the witch who had seen him outside the gate of Jinteng Palace.
But'Bai Jia' put his finger on his lips, made a silent gesture to him, and said with a stern face: "You take the princess to hide here, just wait for me here."
Haruze was taken aback for a moment, and looked at each other strangely: "No, you... Are you sister Nimesis?"
Nimesis glanced at him, shook her head at him, then drew her sword and rushed out the door. Only Haruze stood by the door blankly, watching the female knight's back disappear into the night.
Brando just staged a triumphant escape.
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. He finally got rid of the black knights, but the script was not as staged as he thought. He had just entered the aisle leading to the side hall and hit a walker head-on. Come clanging armor.
That's right, it was a set of armor, completely dark, as if it had the simple style from the era of the war of the saints, but there was no wearer in the armor, but a bluish-blue flame was burning.
The Cursed Armor, the body is actually a ghost, and it is also a kind of undead. This terrible undead did not appear on the battlefield for the first time until the Second Black Rose War, and it naturally appeared in this dream. It is more powerful than the black knight, and it is unrestricted in the narrow terrain.
In fact, it was more flexible than Brando had imagined. I don't know if Viscount Cardel was causing trouble. Brando saw the thing rushing back and forth on the ceiling, chasing it almost faster than him.
When he raised his head again, he realized with some despair that there was a dead end with a closed door in front of him.
"Do you know?" As if to perceive Brando's situation, Cardel's voice was a little joking. He talked in the former's heart: "Sometimes hard work will not necessarily lead to success. What you gain is only boundless. It's just endless frustration."
"People like you always think wishful thinking that problems can be solved very simply. How can you deny the efforts of others with a simple choice?"
"I tried hard, but all I got was failure."
"And you, too—"
"Kadel," Brando replied, the sound of the cursed armor rushing closer and closer, he could almost smell the unique rancidity of the soul element, "It has nothing to do with success or failure—"
"What does it have to do with your power that can't change any results?"
"No, there is one thing I have, but you don't."
"What's that?" Viscount Cardel was taken aback.
As if the whole world had stopped his thoughts.
Brando raised his head, he was no more than ten meters away from the door.
"courage."
Brando raised the sword of the earth and slammed into the wooden door. There was a loud noise, and the wooden door suddenly shattered. Brando rolled into the room behind him, gnashing his teeth with no idea how many thorns were on his arm.
"and also… "
Brando saw a hand appearing in front of him, he was slightly startled, a little surprised, but a little clear. He stretched out his hand to hold that hand, and the response force in his hand was so familiar, he fought side by side thousands of times, converging into one word:
companion.
Brando raised his head and saw the gradually clear face, with a clever smile. The girl showed her white teeth, carrying a huge sword, and looked at him teasingly: "It's a lot of time late, Sophie. "
"black tea."
"You came from Jinteng Palace, right, why are you so late?"
"There are too many undead."
Brando almost blurted out, the conversation was too familiar, almost exactly the same as in his memory. He closed his eyes and almost felt like crying. I opened my eyes again, and saw that behind Black Tea appeared one after another, wizards, warriors, and nightingales. The faces of those players were so familiar. They were smiling at him. It was a relief between comrades-in-arms.
"I think so. Everyone is going to the side hall to prepare for the last wave of attacks against the undead. All the members of the Crimson Traveller, the brigade of the fellow Redes, everyone has arrived."
"We are here in charge of the queen, Sophie, senior sister is waiting for you in the palace."
Brando listened to these familiar words, as if everything had returned to that war. He saw black tea appear one after another, wizards, warriors, nightingales, the faces of those players, each one was so familiar, they smiled at him, it was a relief between comrades-in-arms.
"Leave it to us here—"
"Go ahead, Sophie."
Brando stopped, he could feel Viscount Cardel's feelings trembling in his heart. He knew what he was afraid of. He walked through the black tea, through everyone else, and walked forward. Everyone made way for Brando.
"There will be no Eruin after this battle, but at least we have to make its sword shine for the last time." someone shouted.
"For Eruin—" The players raised their swords and responded in unison.
Brando passed through each of them until a voice came:
"Sophie."
Brando was startled slightly, he turned his head, everything behind him seemed to disappear, but only the scene of the players fighting. Black Tea looked at him, raised his sword and compared to him: "Forget us, Sophie—"
"No," she stopped suddenly and changed her words: "Brando."
Brando was silent, he knew this was the feeling in his heart: "Why?"
"Because you have to go further forward, if you always look back, it will slow down."
Brando didn't answer this time, he turned his head, and the corridor in front seemed to extend in an infinite direction. He didn't answer the black tea question, because it was like asking himself a question, and he had the answer in his mind.
"This is your answer?" Viscount Cardel's voice exclaimed angrily in Brando's heart: "Stubborn, you know you have chosen the wrong path! Do you think you are defying your fate? You are just running away. Reality-"
Brando walked forward and replied in his heart: "Viscount Cardel, anyone has experienced failure. But only with courage and trust, you will never understand. Because you gave them up in the first place."
"Do not!"
Viscount Cardel let out a scream.
Its body image was manifested in front of Brando, and the white ghost became huge in an instant, its lower body was fragmented, its upper body was covered with slow shackles, no mouths were closed, and only a pair of gleaming eyes remained.
"You can't save him! You can't save yourself! You can't save anyone!" The ghost of Viscount Caddell howled and slapped Brando with a paw.
But Brando seemed to have expected it earlier, and when he stepped back, he let the five sharp and long claws swung past his chest.
He immediately felt the power returned to his body, allowing him to regain the strength of the element rank. He raised his head and looked at the huge ghost of Viscount Kader in front of him, knowing that he had grasped the key to the whole mission.
This terrifying monster at the moment is an aggregation of negative emotions in Viscount Kader's heart. According to the words of the strategy, it is also the last BOSS in this dream.
Compared with the dream itself, this so-called monster is actually the best part to deal with.
There is nothing more than an elite of the golden peak stage.
Brando even raised his head in time, staring at the deformed monster, and sneered: "Is this the jealousy and regret that you imprison in your heart? The long-term self-evasion has only created a weak monster."
"You can't stop me, because no one can stop the determination in people's hearts—"
As soon as the voice fell, the other person had disappeared. What remained in Kader's distorted vision was a cold blade, which was so fast, it was even one step ahead of the lightning of thinking.
The monster had only time to raise his head, and then the movement froze there, and finally turned into a long wailing.
Then there was a loud bang, and Viscount Kader's twisted soul seemed to disappear, and all his shackles fell to the ground.
Brando put away the long sword, he turned his head and glanced, and saw a silver object gleaming in the shackles. That should be the drop of this task. Brando stretched out his hand in that direction, and things immediately entered his dimension hole.
He didn't have time to take a closer look, because the whole dream had been violently turbulent with the death of Viscount Kader. This dream world is about to collapse.
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