The effect of Holy Water No. 9 is not as fast as Holy Water No. 7, and its recovery effect can only drag Brando back from the Grim Reaper. Then he put a bandage on himself with the help of Shire and Freya. With the help of battlefield first aid skills, he abruptly relieved himself. Although he lost his blood, he couldn't help but feel dizzy and his face was pale as a ghost. , But at least he himself can confirm from the physical data that there is no danger.
Brando stood up swayingly, because he was too weak and almost kneeled down several times in the middle, Charles and Freya hurriedly supported him from left to right. But feeling the behavior of the future Valkyrie, Brando couldn't help but looked back at her in surprise—he thought that Freya would be joking because he was too angry this time, at least not for a day. It's suffocating.
Freya hurriedly turned her head away, she blushed-although she was very angry at the beginning of Brando deliberately lie to her, but in hindsight, at least the result was more than losing Brando this way. Make her more receptive.
Of course, she still had the idea of gritting her teeth, telling herself that she would never be fooled by this nasty guy so easily next time.
Of course, Brando was by accident, but he hadn't forgotten what he was going to do. He put a hand on Shire's horse, then turned around and said to his followers:
"Charles, help me up—"
As soon as Brando's voice fell, Charles had not had time to express his position, but Freya stopped him: "Wait, what do you guys want to do!"
"Sit on horseback, as you can see."
"Can not!"
"What's wrong?" Brando was shocked.
"Suffering or suffering such a serious injury, don't move, why don't you care if others are worried." The ponytail girl lowered her head, blushing and whispered.
She couldn't help thinking that it seemed to be the same every time, and the last time, did this guy know that his injuries would be fatal to ordinary people.
Brando didn't understand what Freya looked like. I couldn't help feeling soft, and said with a slight smile: "Freya, I really don't care. The medicine I took just now was holy water. You saw how holy water saved Jonson's life that night, right?"
Freya bit her lip, her heart loosened but she didn't dare to believe it all. She saw that Brando was so unsteady, she still needs to ride a horse-but she also knew that every time she spoke, she would suffer a loss-so this time the ponytail girl didn't say anything at all. So stubbornly lowered his head to block in front of Brando.
Brando was a bit helpless now, he couldn't explain the difference between Holy Water No. 9 and Holy Water No. 7, not to mention that Freya might not understand it.
But he didn't want to hurt Freya. After all, the future Valkyrie was at least wholeheartedly thinking about him at least this moment. How could he speak hard for such a girl
"Freya, let the lord go up." But what made him feel relieved was that at this time, Charles spoke on the side.
Freya was stunned, she thought at least that young wizard would be on her side, that was the knight he followed. In Warnd, the retinue was honored as a knight, but Charles didn't care about Brando's life or death at all.
"Charle, why are you..." For a while, she didn't know what position she should refute.
"Lord Lord is indeed not dangerous, it's just a little weak, but leave the responsibility of looking after the adults to me—" the young man replied. He couldn't help but glance at Brando, a little worried, but more It is admiration and respect: "Lord Lord does have his stand on horseback, and his presence there means that he has not fallen yet, and he is still the banner leading us forward—"
"This is his honor and a symbol of the sword in his hand, for what he is fighting for."
Brando smiled. Although Charles said him too noble, the truth is that simple. He must appear on horseback to give confidence to the mercenaries and refugees who are fighting behind—tell them that victory lies. here.
The fighting just now was too fierce, and I am afraid it has already had a certain impact on the refugees and the Self-Defense Corps. Although he is not familiar with the military, he also knows that his army is just a patchwork of miscellaneous cards. To frustration will quickly collapse.
Therefore, he must give these people confidence that he is the source of their victory. As long as he is still there, these refugees, mercenaries, and the remnants of the Whitemane army will understand that they still have hope of victory.
Freya gave Brando a complicated look, and when she saw the latter nod, she reluctantly stepped aside.
Brando then got on his horse with Charles’s support, but to be honest, when the young man got on the horse, he was so weak that he wondered if he could hold on to the reins. He couldn’t help but think that he was just an ordinary person a few days ago. I don't even know what position he has to insist on-but to his own surprise, he really puts himself on horseback like a javelin with so much willpower.
As if to an outsider, the young general just changed his horse after another victory.
But only Charles, Freya, and the approaching Leto and Mano could see the cold sweat on Brando’s forehead, and the arms that had been trembling slightly—but Brando didn’t say a word or even looked around. At a glance, he tried to maintain a serious and indifferent expression.
Reto and Mano couldn't help but glance at each other when they saw this scene, then bowed deeply to Brando and each stepped back and continued to command the cavalry who were gathering together again. They wanted to come over to help Brando, but seeing this scene, they also understood that Brando didn't need it, and they wouldn't let them join hands.
They may not understand Brando's character yet, but at least they have understood at this moment that this is a man with pride in his bones. This pride is not arrogance, but comes from the young people's self-confidence in their own abilities.
This pride is like a banner—
Brando resisted the cold sweat on his head, and while he rode his horse towards Sir Alberton, who was half-kneeling on the ground, he threw away the gargoyle amulet that had been split in half—different from the injury, the gargoyle controlled by the gargoyle amulet Once it dies in combat, it will completely lose its effect. Of course, it can be repaired, but the complexity is not as good as making another one.
This is probably the most precious magic item he has lost in battle in the past few days. Besides, the protective gloves are considered scrapped. Of course, this may be barely repaired, but it is estimated that the final result will not be too great. good. And the one who caused this loss was the "White Knight" Alberton, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse who was now kneeling in front of him, and everyone in the game had heard of it.
Before that, Brando estimated that even when he was dreaming, he had never thought that he would defeat such a general in Madara. But at this moment the absurdity became reality, Alberton just half-kneeled there quietly, and after about a while, even if no one went to fill it with a sword, it might burn the last trace of soul fire by itself. .
Brando knew everything about Alberton's life.
He was born in the year of walnut, was born in a noble family, and then naturally became a knight, joined the free cavalry column at that time, and participated in the battle with the northern Cruz people. There he spent the most golden period of his life, and grew from a small knight to a qualified commander.
He commanded several famous battles, which won him a lot of reputation in the kingdom, and then he finished his life, and finally somehow regained himself as a dark undead.
Most of what Brando knows in the game is history. After all, Alberton was one of Madara's top generals in his time. Therefore, he doesn't know much about this character's mission line.
But judging from the performance of today's battle, Brando is very suspicious that this man may have a hidden mission line, especially since he said some details about the oath.
And Brando knows that most of the hidden tasks in the game are rewarded to death. For example, the ring behind the wind in his hand is just the beginning of a hidden task line and it is a 20Oz equipment, which can be seen from this.
However, most of the hidden quests he knew started from level 40, and the most frequent at level 70 or 80, but few that he could receive at this level.
And especially Alberton is not a small person—
Therefore, he was full of interest in the secrets of the other party for a while. He rode to Alberton's side, because the other party's past identity did not embarrass him too much, but asked:
"What do you want to say, Alberton?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Young man, do you know... Know me?" Then the undead knight who knelt on the ground moved slightly and asked in a hoarse, low voice.
Brando shook his head: "I don't know you, but I can say the same. The Alberton I know should be the hero of Eruin. He has been buried underground and returned to Master Martha's embrace."
"So he is you, but you are not him."
Alberton snorted coldly, and creaked from the ground while supporting his body with his sword.
"It stands to reason that you should have died a long time ago, young man, but you didn't." He replied, "So it seems that it is not a fluke that you won, and you know the life experience of this body. You came to tell me this, but also wanted to What do you want to know?"
Seeing Alberton standing up from the ground, Freya was shocked-she knew how weak Brando was, but she just wanted to come over to protect Brando, but she was held back by Charles.
She was startled, and Charles slowly shook his head to her from behind.
Although the young wizard Hu never understood the relationship between his lord and the undead knight, they must have known each other.
That being the case, Brando's character is certainly not easy to risk.
Brando had some surprises about Alberton’s answer, but he hesitated and decided to use his experience in the game to test it out: "You asked me if I was of royal blood, so how about I answer you now?"
The undead knight sneered.
Brando couldn't help sighing, it still looked a little different from the game. But at least this is more real than in the "Amber Sword", isn't it, he couldn't help but thought to himself.
"It looks like you are going to take your secrets to Master Martha, Alberton." The young man sighed, perceiving the hopelessness of the stimulating task.
But this time Alberton shook his head.
"not necessarily."
He said.