After hearing this story, the silver-haired girl remained silent for a long time. She put her fingers on her chin, thought for a while, and then looked back at the sunlight falling from the tall arch windows. The sun in the outside world had already slanted to the west.
"So what's the end of this story, Master Feverwell?" she asked.
"The end is that the old minister is here to tell the story with His Royal Highness. Isn't the end of it obvious yet, Your Royal Highness?"
"Yes, but there is one more thing you haven't mentioned, Lord Overwell." the princess asked with interest.
"Oh?"
"You said,'He also got a good thing in the process.' However, when I heard it from the beginning and the end, I haven't heard the lord your description of this thing in one word—" the half-elf girl asked road.
"Really, your Royal Highness, but the old minister remembers that he said it very clearly." Overwell smiled slightly, and replied pretendingly in surprise.
"Master Overwell, do you mean the badge given to him by Alberton? A magic badge is nothing but a good thing, right? I think with your adult's knowledge, this must not be said."
"No, no, of course not. Your Royal Highness, why don't you think about it again?"
The silver-haired girl calmed down, lit her chin and thought: "I think it's still in the valley of the saints. I remember that there is a section in this story that you described very briefly, presumably the mystery lies in it."
"Your intelligence is unmatched, Your Royal Highness." Overwell praised sincerely: "But I didn't mean to be brief, but at the time I did feel that two powerful auras lurked there. I didn't dare to come close. At that time, I deliberately reminded me, but I didn't expect to find out too late—"
"Oh? Lord Overwell, although you are not known for swordsmanship, I remember that your strength is also in the golden rank, right? Someone can make you not even close to the heart?" The half-elf girl was startled slightly.
"Almost, but fortunately, it seems that those two powerful beings don't want anyone to find them. They should have put some tricks to make them retreat." Overwell replied with lingering fear.
"In that case, the young man should have gotten something inside," the princess thought for a while: "Yes, your lord, you haven't told me what he saw when he opened his pocket."
With a look of admiration on Ofwell's face, he looked around, and then answered something with his mouth.
After hearing this, the silver-haired girl was taken aback, her complexion changed slightly: "Does that kind of thing really exist?"
Overwell nodded: "I've only heard it in legends before. At that time, I was as surprised as your Royal Highness. It's a pity that once something like that is touched by a mortal, it won't belong to the second person. "
"It's a pity, otherwise, I might be able to change my brother's temperament. For Eruin, his temperament is too soft." She looked at the important minister next to his majesty and said: "Otherwise, Oufu anyway. Lord Vail will snatch it, right?"
Overwell didn't care, but nodded: "Even if he is a friend of Lord Everton's daughter, it is the same."
"I'm afraid it's not just a friend." The princess couldn't help but smile.
Overwell glanced at her, knowing that the other party was reminding himself not to hit her on the head. The minister couldn't help but shook his head. It was true that he hadn't considered the idea of using the only daughter of Obergus VII to win the Highland Knights at first.
However, with the strength of this princess, it seems unlikely. But he looked at each other, and couldn't help thinking that since she was the daughter of the royal family, she couldn't get out of the marriage after all. In that case, the young man was actually a good candidate.
At least much better than many aristocratic youths he had seen.
Of course, these things can only be thought of. He bowed his head and said: "Since the story has come to an end, and the princess, it is not too early, then please leave the old minister Rong."
"Master Overwell, please. I want to stay here alone for a while."
Overwell looked up at the silver-haired girl and couldn't help being a little funny. He knew that the princess was trying to avoid her history teacher Pa Sir Norson, the other party could not say that this would be going to your Majesty to file a complaint.
"Escape is not a good way, Your Royal Highness." He couldn't help but reminded in a low voice.
The silver-haired girl smiled slightly, and a hint of sly appeared in her silver-gray eyes: "But at least it is a way."
The door is closed—
The princess was stunned for a while, sitting on the chair and looking back at the dust floating up and down under the tall arch window. The golden sunlight seemed to weave a dream, which made her think about it.
What kind of story happened after that
…
There was a wind in the forest.
The low wind slowly passed over the tree canopy, like a current, causing the thick fog that could not be removed to slowly move; the white fog pervaded between the branches, layer by layer, reflecting the clusters under the forests on both sides. Flaming berries.
When the early morning loneliness was broken, the dull sound of horseshoes went from far to near.
The iron-wrapped horseshoe trampled shrubs and berries, and swept across the river beach covered with sharp stones. The horseshoes splashed water like white crystal pillars. A total of thirty-four horses galloped by stepping on the spray. The bones in the river valley felt the tremors of the earth and climbed up. They were disturbed by the sound and looked around. However, they had just turned their heads slowly, and the phosphorous fire in their eye sockets was reflected in the flames. Enter a larger and larger war horse.
They are all tall and handsome Anlek war horses. Their strong pectoral muscles and front hooves directly hit and chopped these weak undead creatures, or they flew out and hit the white rocks on the river beach, breaking them into scattered pieces. bone.
The horse team smashed a way from the scattered bones, and then slowly slowed down, the pace of the horses getting smaller and smaller; the leading young knight suddenly raised his hand, and more than 30 horses moved forward because of inertia. Walked for two or three steps and then stopped all together—more than a hundred horseshoes are standing in the middle of the stream, and the rushing water can only pass by—
A loud cry opened the prelude to this morning.
"Won!"
"We won!" Then came the second sound.
"Long live!"
"Long live Brando!" When the horse stopped, he seemed to realize something. The mercenaries on horseback raised their hands all at once, and finally the cheers resounded in unison, resounding across the valley.
Brando took off the leather helmet in a burst of cheers and threw it away. He couldn't help but wiped a sweat on his cold forehead, and the morning breeze made his face cold. He was sitting upright on the horseback wearing a piece of gray leather armor, raised his head and looked at the green mountains around him, thinking:
It's over, it's finally over!
He clenched his fist.
It was really a nightmare battle before, and when they entered the Valley of the Saints from the wilderness, everyone exhausted almost the last bit of strength.
A mere two thousand refugees smashed a bloody path from tens of thousands of undead. This sounds a bit fanciful, but the fact is that it happened after all. Maybe some people leave, some are lying on the ground with cold bodies, some are sad, some are crying, but most of them finally come out, don't they
He turned his head and saw the mercenaries in the crowd that Freya had brought out from the bronze dragon story. Now almost everyone was wounded-but each of them looked at him with convincing eyes and understood who was responsible. They bring it all.
It was almost a miracle—
But the young man in front of him did it. He said that he would use the sword to guide them a path to miracles. He did it.
Freya chased up with the self-defense regiment.
The first words she saw Brando were: "Brando, did we really win?"
Brando looked at the heroic girl on horseback and nodded.
He did not speak, but made the self-defense group behind Freya quiet for an instant. Suddenly the petty citizens, the ruined soldiers of the Whitemane Legion, and the down-and-out mercenaries snapped their weapons to the ground. They were stunned. They almost dare to believe their ears. After chasing and fleeing day and night, Are they winning like this
Enemies that even the Whitemane Legion could not defeat, but they repeatedly broke through each other's encirclement
So someone couldn't help but asked loudly in disbelief: "Master Knight, did we really win?"
Brando nodded.
"Long live!"
"Hurray!" The crowd boiled in an instant. They called and jumped. They couldn't help crying with joy. Some people immediately turned and ran. They wanted to bring the good news to the refugees behind.
The riders looked at these people who were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and couldn't help smiling, but it was just a moment ago, how could they not be like this
Brando saw Freya staring at herself in a daze, and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"
The ponytail girl's face turned red at once. Days of fighting and managing refugees have allowed her to grow up quickly. She is no longer the simple country girl at the time. Looking at Brando, she couldn't help but wonder if God let such an outstanding young man come to them. By your side, take them out of the predicament.
"Thank you, Brando." She lowered her head and replied in a low voice.
Brando smiled, but he raised his head and stared at the green mountains in the distance for a while-he suddenly thought of the stag forest, it was really nostalgic. When he traveled from Braggs to Ridenberg alone, it was through that forest. I remember that there is a wolverine distribution area on it, and then there is an old castle, and that old castle is also one of the places he must go in the future.
Speaking of which, it is time to make a plan.
He accumulated nearly 5,000 experience in the battle over the next few days, but these experiences cannot be used to upgrade. First of all, it takes 2000 experience to open the element pool. Brando has discovered that the destiny card is a very useful magic item. Although he does not know why he has never heard of similar things in the game, but no matter how he develops it The element pool has become a top priority.
Then there are inaugural scholars and knight professions. Scholars are the deputy positions that a player must take in the game. It can not only expand the'extra main occupation position', but also provide a lot of skill experience.
It's just that his own skills are too weak, and he has to occupy a deputy position, and a character only has three deputy positions.
As for the knights, it goes without saying that Brando lays the foundation for the advancement of the Templars, and it is indispensable to have a good relationship with the Temple of Flame.
And it wasn't until these two days that he discovered that skills in this world were a rare thing, but he immediately realized that this was not caused by the difference between this world and the game—it was a mistake in his understanding. If people in this world are regarded as NPCs, then everything is taken for granted, after all, only players have'professional skills'.
In this way, many of the tasks of practice skills he knows have also become a big advantage for him, so learning skills must also be on the agenda.
He couldn't help but think, maybe it was really meaningful for him to come here. Because Goran-Elson South was indeed the lowest-intensity war zone in the First Black Rose War, it looked like a novice zone, allowing him to get a little familiar with this seemingly outdated but specious world.
But even then he will only complete the task.
In history, Instaron used this third-rate army of undead creatures such as corpse witches, skeleton soldiers, pale riders, black warriors, and ghosts. . Brando had sneered at the decadent Eruin, but it was not until he led this group of NPCs that he realized that war is not so easy.
Sometimes it’s too biased to look at history from the perspective of players—
History has its inevitable inertia. In the hands of the Princess Regent, she may also find that she is a little helpless, but she doesn't know what Obergus VII thinks at this moment.
After all, Eruin's decline did not happen overnight.
Brando recovered from his thoughts and couldn't help letting out a long breath. In any case, he at least won the current round. Since yesterday, they have smoothed out part of Margus's fighting power in the outermost periphery. To be honest, there is nothing worth mentioning compared to the battle on the first night-but as long as you move forward, you will be at the northern edge of the Jianshi River Valley in Yimapingchuan.
So this is victory.
Then he felt that someone patted himself behind his back. He looked back and saw that it was Reto. There were Bartom, Ulliel, Voltaron, and Mano with the bar owner. He was taken aback. They How come together.
"My lord, do you have any plans?" The first thing that spoke was Bartom, who has always looked a little rude in Brando's eyes. His striking brown-red beard made Brando unable to remember. no.
"Intend?"
"We have discussed, if you are willing to take us in, we are willing to follow you." Mano looked at him and replied straightforwardly.
These mercenaries have nothing to say. They are all people looking for food on the edge of the knife. After these few days of experience, they find that they are more willing to work under this young man.
Brando was taken aback, realizing that these people were willing to be his retainers.
But he was not yet a nobleman. His noble identity was only supported by Shire, a mage, but he thought about it and found that he really needed some people to do things for himself. So he pondered and replied:
"After today, you are not suitable for following me at the moment."
Everyone was taken aback, but only Reto heard what he said: "Then what are your plans, Lord Lord." The bar owner asked.
Brando glanced at him: "What are your plans?"
Several people glanced at each other, and Brando was slightly surprised that the security captain Ullier opened the mouth and replied: "If your lord has other meanings, we plan to form a mercenary group. Everyone has fought side by side. People can trust each other."
"Ulliel, are you not your security captain?" he asked.
Ulliel smiled: "It's boring, I figured it out, and my brothers are willing to walk the same way."
"Where are the others?" Brando raised his head.
"In addition to us, there are also many people among the refugees. After all, most of them are now displaced, but the people in Ridenburg may have more thoughts. In addition, most of the Whitemane Corps and mercenaries are willing to follow us. , The rest are some farmers." Bartom replied.
Brando couldn't help but glanced at him, thinking that this guy didn't look simple, and quietly figured out the elements of the refugees. Of course, this was also related to Freya's little defense against them.
"Fulong Tower, so are you?" Brando glanced at the former non-commissioned officer of the Whitemane Legion, who was the backbone of the kingdom, and he didn't quite believe that this one would have other thoughts.
He did not expect that Fulong Tower looked at him, thought for a moment, and replied somewhat deeply: "—I just follow you, Lord Knight, if you disagree, I will only have to return to the Whitemane Legion."
"Are you disappointed?" Brando asked after a daze.
Fu Longta nodded.
"Then set up this mercenary group first, and the name is Amber Sword—" Brando replied.
Everyone was taken aback.
Only Reto asked, "Then what does Lord Lord say?"
"Find a way to keep some of the craftsmen among the refugees. Of course, you can't force it." Brando replied: "As for you, let Bartom stay and follow me. I do need some manpower to do things."
He turned his horse's head again, turned his head and said to Fulongta: "If you really want to stay, stay with Uncle Reto. I don't know what I can bring to you, but I think you will know soon. of-"
Fu Longta froze for a moment and nodded slowly.
"Where are you going first, sir?" Ulliel asked.
"I'm going to Anzek, where someone is waiting for me. Then I will transfer to Braggs. If it goes well, I think I can inherit a territory soon, and then we will talk about the next issues." Brando Replied confidently.
Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other. There are many nobles these days, but there are really rare knights with territories. It seems that this young man is really the legendary Highlander.
For a time, many of them actually gave birth to the heart to follow the right person.
Brando raised his head and looked at the distant mountains, his plan gradually became clear.