Brando understood her thoughts as soon as Freya spoke. But he also calmed down, at least three hidden missions above the sixtieth level, he personally experienced three, knowing more, not guilty of risking one of them.
He almost did his best to fight Alberton. Facing a character above the sixtieth level, there is no life at all.
And he also thought of another question. After the end of the first Black Rose War, Madara's army slowly withdrew from the territory of Eruin in the following month, and the undead controlled this area in fact until mid-August. Before that, this area was almost an uninhabited area.
And the undead certainly cannot come to explore this valley, even if they want to have no such ability, the fourteen-ring lightning strike at the door can make them retreat.
In other words, at least until mid-August, he still has a lot of time to use. Thinking of this, he picked up the earring, then backed it back and patted the girl on the shoulder: "Let's go back."
"Brando?"
"There are still many opportunities for adventure, but Freya and I have only one life," Brando smiled: "You are right, I have some problems with my mentality just now—"
He sighed again, realizing that this was because he had always felt that time was too tight. At the end of July, the Black Rose War ended. In September, Eru first appeared due to civil strife, and then the coup d’état in November. Even if he counts from now on, he only has five months.
Brando just didn't want to change history, but he had to at least have basic power to protect Roman and Freya and others.
It is precisely because he knows how chaotic the world will be in the future. Justice and justice have long been destroyed by war. To survive in this chaotic world, he has to do certain things.
Freya and Roman may not understand, even those who follow him now, but Brando sometimes can't help but think that the prophet also has the troubles of the prophet—the kind that knows it, but can't change it. The feeling of powerlessness is far stronger than that of ordinary people.
Freya blushed: "What did you say?"
"Nothing," Brando replied.
He retracted the sword, walked outside the rocky ground, and motioned for Freya to follow from behind.
The two people had just left, and two people slowly walked out of the dark place in the crevice of the rocks, one tall and the other short.
The taller one looks like a woman, wearing a weirdly white robe with blue feathers on the cuffs, chest, and shoulders. But it is similar to the desert robes of the Querodeans-the waist is very narrow, but the sleeves and trousers are abnormally fat. She has long silver hair, her eyes are dark blue like the deepest lake, and there are two red facial lines on her face, but there is no superfluous expression.
She stared at the backs of Brando and Freya for a while before she said:
"Aloz, don't you keep them?" Her voice was neutral, plain, like boiled water.
"Frofa, your aggressiveness should not be exposed like your claws and teeth, otherwise it will be too fun." The answer to her was a high-interest voice.
The short girl is about the age of a human being fourteen or five years old, with long golden hair tied into a pair of dazzling ponytails. She wore the traditional leather clothing of most adventurers, but behind her back was a heavy iron box that was as tall as a person. If you look up the iron box, you can see the pattern of five interconnected stars.
Frofa thought about it: "Then why would you attack them, Aloz?"
"You are so boring, Frofa, that was just a little temptation."
"No wonder, the strength of your previous blow has dropped by more than 98%, and I am still worried whether something is wrong with the law of gold—"
"Frofa, I really don't want to marry a boring person like you—"
"Aloz, we are dragons."
"'Human' is just a referential usage, forget it, I don't want to tell you this. That human man actually took your earrings away, Frofa, doesn't he know what this means?"
As she spoke, she snickered.
Frofa glanced at her, but did not answer her this time.
"Forget it, really boring guys. But I really want to see what their expressions look like when they see that little gift. I heard that humans are very greedy creatures."
"Aren't you here to find the legend of the golden fruit tree, Aloz, why did you give them that thing?"
"You see, the legend of the golden fruit tree is not as interesting as the struggle of tiny creatures. I decided to give up this adventure to these two little guys. Besides, I think that human man is good-natured. Maybe he has something to do with the king of knights. relation."
Frofa looked back at her: "Do you know the King of Knights?"
Aloz coughed immediately: "That's just a statement, a statement, Frofa!"
"What are you thinking?" the long-haired girl asked indifferently.
"Nothing, just a little test."
Aloz snickered again cocoa.
Frofa frowned.
…
When Reto saw Brando and Freya turning back, they had settled the refugees and started cooking in the same place. From a distance, seeing a small piece of valley in the densely foggy valley actually smoked, adding a bit of anger.
After a night of war, both the mercenaries and the militiamen of the self-defense regiment were exhausted. When Brando rode through the crowd, he saw many people gathered together in twos and threes and fell asleep. However, some refugees took the initiative to deliver food to the people who had protected them. They awakened the sleeping soldiers, and then brought the steaming food to these people.
Brando couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw this scene. It can be said that if it weren't for him, these people present would not keep one out of ten. He changed the lives of these people, and these people changed more people. This is how history has been changed little by little.
Although it is still very weak, it gradually gained strength after all.
He had a face-to-face meeting with the veteran of the November War and the boss of the Red Bronze Dragon Story Club. The other party whispered if he wanted to leave immediately, but Brando looked back and found that Shire and Su were not far away. Lay on a wooden box and slept soundly in the place, and then looked at the other people, the whole camp was silent—
He thought for a moment, and shook his head. Anyway, he had already completed more than half of his plan when he got here, so he didn't need to push these people too tightly. The time in the Fairy Township was infinitely static at night, as long as they waited until early in the morning to set off, they could still be ahead of Madara's army.
After all, the exit to the north of this valley, almost on the beach facing the north of the Jianshi River Valley, is already in sight.
"Have you rested, Uncle Reto." Brando asked.
"My lord, don't worry, I am a mercenary. We are best at taking care of ourselves in such an environment." Reto patted his chest and laughed.
Brando nodded.
"Then Freya, you go to a night's sleep too." He turned his head and looked at the ponytail girl who hadn't closed his eyes for days and nights. Although Mu Shengzhi's words have the power to restore physical strength, the mental exhaustion is still irreparable.
Freya shook her head quickly: "I can hold on, Brando."
"This is an order, Freya." Brando.
"me… "
Freya couldn't help but widen her eyes. When did she want to say she had to obey his orders? She is obviously the captain of the militia! But when she looked at Brando, thinking of the heroic figure of the young man leading the crowd to smash a bloody path from enemies ten or even a hundred times theirs, she couldn't help but couldn't say a word—as if it were a matter of course. In the end, he could only bow his head and nod.
"I, I understand." She replied.
Brando didn't notice the softness of the future Valkyrie's tone, and watched the other party leave. He turned around and asked Reto casually: "Right, where's Roman?"
"Miss Romano just rode to the front of the team," Reto said, and glanced at the front of the team. His expression seemed to have just witnessed a very miraculous thing.
"'Riding' the horse?" Brando didn't notice the other person's look, but asked questioningly. He was wondering if that damn girl tied herself to go crazy immediately? He couldn't help but wondered if there would be no lesson for a while, the future business lady had healed and forgotten the pain
But before he could finish thinking about it, he heard a greeting ringing from behind: "Oh, Brando, are you back?"
This voice has such an attribute, one knows that it belongs to some careless eldest lady.
He turned his head, just in time to see a certain merchant lady running around in front of him riding a horseback with a small expression on her face. Brando took a closer look-this guy actually learned
"You, how did you learn?" Now it was his turn to be surprised. He was able to learn riding in an instant because he had a game system as a golden finger to drive, but what happened to Roman
"Because Roman is a businessman." Roman stopped the horse in front of him, pointed at him, and replied with a smug little face.
"What does this have to do with the merchant?"
"Eh? Doesn't it matter?" Roman was taken aback, his eyes widened: "But shouldn't all businessmen know how to ride horses?"
"I have to say, Miss Roman, most of the businessmen don't know how to ride a horse." Reto said to the side.
Roman’s small eyebrows frowned at once: "Yes, is that right? — It doesn’t matter, Roman is the more powerful businessman, Brando, are you right?"
"Yes." Brando didn't bother to care about her. He thought that this might be the so-called compensation from heaven. If someone has an abnormal head, they will naturally be more blessed-probably the reason why so-called stupid people have their own stupid blessings. Bar. He glanced at each other irritably, then turned over and dismounted and ordered: "Little Roman, since you are so free, please accompany me to the camp for a walk—"
"Okay, Brando." The merchant lady looked very interested.
"Do you need me, sir?" Reto asked while turning his horse's head.
Brando didn't spit out a mouthful of blood anyhow. He asked uncle if you can be so positive when you are a light bulb, but he also knows that Reto is kind, and it is not easy to refuse, so he can only nod depressed.
However, he just got off the horse, suddenly felt something in his pocket, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he opened it. It's okay not to look at it, his face suddenly changed as soon as he saw it, he subconsciously thought that he had an illusion, and then instantly closed his pocket and opened it again.
Brando now firmly believed that he must have had an illusion.
How could he have such a thing in his pocket