Chapter 17

Actress Seventeen Valkyrie ()

The blazing flames are burning, and the golden red flames form a color difference line from light to dark on the edge of each face.

Brando looked up and looked at the young deputy captain on the horse. He saw the other person's face with the same seriousness: the other person pursed his lips and stared at him silently, as if to give him stern eyes.

But neither Sophie nor Brando would eat this set—

"I'm Ankeze's militia. May I ask Captain Breson when the Butcher's garrison can give orders to other friendly units across the jurisdiction? May I have your commission?"

As soon as he spoke, the knights behind Bryson suffocated. Brando fought for 21 years against Eruin in the game, and the laws of this country are much clearer than these hairy boys.

The young deputy captain of the security guard thought for a moment and replied stubbornly: "Special period, special treatment."

Brando knew that the other party couldn't pull his face to soften, but he didn't want to care about it. If it wasn't for Bryson's initiative to find trouble, he wouldn't bother to care about the emotional disputes of the children.

"I'm looking for Freya and Essen. Did you see them?" He asked, looking up.

This is what Brando is most concerned about at present. The fire around him seems to be the point of the young men in the guard, but he can't help but maliciously think that the future Valkyrie of Eruin will not be just like this. A fire burned to death? That's a big sin for classmate Brenson.

Of course this is just a matter of thinking.

But Brando's understated tone seemed to be unrecognizable to Bresson, but he couldn't think of anything to be proud of who was ridiculous in the family and who didn't mix well now. He resisted the disgust in his heart before he said, "Freya? The militia third unit? What is she doing with you?"

Brando saw that this guy had a good opinion of Freya, but the bad tone of the other side made him feel unhappy and provocative again and again. As the saying goes, Mud Bodhisattva also has a third nature.

"Captain Bryson, who I am with is my freedom. As for what I do here, I'm afraid like you, don't think I don't know what you are like now-" he could not help but whispered.

"Boy, what's your attitude!" A young man behind Bryson scolded out loudly: "A militiaman in front of you, but a police sergeant in front of you, not yet straighten up!"

Brando was stunned, but raised his head and looked at each other carefully.

As if following his gaze, the front row of riders were all together, as if to give him a dismount. He looked at the fifteen young men standing on horseback like a knife, brushing up in a dark blue military uniform, and the armor was neat and shiny, but it showed a strong style.

Brando also knows that these young people do have proud capital-they are originally the best young people from the countryside or towns in the Golan-Elsen region, and after rigorous training and screening, the rest are at least close to 'First-level strength'.

The Temple of Fire stipulates that an average strength within a person's body between 3oz and 20oz can be said to have first-level strength. And this level of strength system includes all white ranks swordsmen, wizard apprentices and affinity (primary element) on the entire continent, as well as knight attendants of the Templar Church and those lower priests.

The Temple of Fire used amber rough stones to test the purity of each person's power. Brando has also seen that kind of props in the game in the past, but there it was for npc. Their players have intuitive data, and they do n’t need quizzes at all—

He had read the material in a game before. It is known that throughout Voend, the owners of the first-level forces exceed 60% of the total population, because the general life span of human beings here exceeds 160 years. But once the scope is reduced to the age group of 17 to 19, the same proportion will drop to 20% or even lower. In Eruin, with the exception of churches, wizarding colleges, and Cavaliers Reserves, the vast majority of these 20 percent are on the guard.

These are the people he sees now--

Indeed, these young people can have such a proud head in the face of the general militias with different strengths and weaknesses. But the militia is a militia, and Brando is Brando. As a person growing up in the free world, he is indeed a strange number in this world. There is never any dwarf in his mind.

This is the deep-rooted understanding of modern people-God is the biggest and Lao Tzu is the second.

So he stared coldly at this guy, and secretly estimated the strength of the opponent. Regardless of the opponent's extraordinary skill, Brando admits that he has no difference from the data after having the thorns of light and the ring of the wind.

Besides, he still has a plug-in of 130-level senior warrior experience. Keep these guys one by one. Of course they could hug them, but Brando guessed that Bresson could not lose that face.

To his surprise, the young deputy captain of the security guard raised his hand to stop his team members and asked, "How do you know what we are doing here and what else do you know? Who told you?" "

Brando said with certainty that I knew it.

How did Butch's guards appear here, and what was their purpose? It is true that young people are not familiar with every detail, but if you think about the general direction of history at this moment, you can also guess. He knew the opponent wasn't here to fight back-but there must be a motive, right?

He just had to sort out his thoughts one by one, and then thought of the security team of Butch at this time, he was thinking that he was going to break through to Ridenburg. Then, could all the remaining questions be explained?

This is exactly the same as the historical development in the game. In the game, it should be exactly this day that Madara ’s undead army has completed the blockade of Belledor Forest. This afternoon or early noon, the Butcher Guard and the fleeing villagers were attacked by the undead army. They were The last time in history to Rydenburg-they almost succeeded, but the army of Kabase's skeletons who arrived later let all these poor people's efforts go to waste.

At the moment, Ridenberg did not even realize that an invasion was under way to its east.

But this is not accidental, nor is it luck not to stand by the Butch people. Because they faced the horrible and efficient Instar Dragon Army in the first Black Rose War, the Butch Guards, carrying their wives and widows, were unable to compete with this team in speed. The famous army of undead in history stood shoulder to shoulder.

Not to mention that before that they were bitten by Rothko's Corpse Witch army, these two points destined their failure to be a tragedy.

Brando looked at each other. The young riders were in the dust, and he guessed that this time should be after Madden's first defeat. The veteran of the November war now needs food and medicine to soothe the heart for the next breakout.

But the other party would never expect him to usher in the second and third defeat soon. Madden still has a day and a half, and the main force of 'One-Eyed' Targus will soon be under pressure, and then the tragedy will repeat itself. .

Maybe he escaped by chance, but lost all the honor belonging to the soldier.

The thought of Brando shook his head here, suddenly there was no mood to argue. However, he was not a person who complained in virtue, and still dismissed the sentence: "Do you still need to ask? Did you all come here with such fanfare, didn't you write it all on your face?"

"You—" The young man behind Bryson jumped blue on his forehead, if it weren't for the former, he would have pulled out his sword to fight Brando.

"You guessed it, but since you don't want to take responsibility as a militia, please let it go." The young security captain said, "Please don't block our way."

"Wait," Brando couldn't help but have a big fire, and this product still uses radicals? He simply made a stop in the middle of the road, and Shen Sheng asked, "The villagers are with you now?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"How many people were injured?" Brando asked.

Bryson suffocated: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it has to do with me. Among them are my friends' relatives, Freya, Little Phoenix, and Essen and Mark Mi. Their families are among these people, Freya and everyone fight to defend Butch And what are you fighting for? "Brando asked," Listen, I'm not arguing with you, but I need to know an answer-"

The humbling words silenced all the young members of the security team, and the whispering voice disappeared.

"Get out of it, Brando," Bresson said darkly.

Brando's heart sank, and a bad hunch rose.

He shook his head: "Take me to Captain Madden, I'll go to Freya and others. I will take you out of the plight, but before that you must tell me if something happened to someone in the third team? "

Bryson's face sank, as dark as a cloud.

"It's up to you?" The young captain almost squeezed a few words out of the teeth. Having said that, he turned back with a dark face and beckoned to his teammates, motioning for them to proceed in another direction.

He didn't want to talk to Brandot now. He even regretted what he said before. When he thought of the battle in the afternoon, he couldn't help but feel that it was the biggest nightmare in his life.

He even suspected that this nightmare would haunt him for life.

Brando stood aside and looked at the knights who left silently. All kinds of speculations flashed through his mind, but in the end it turned into a possibility, and he couldn't help but shout, "Bresson."

The young deputy captain stopped immediately.

"Isn't Freya?"

Bryson was stiff, but hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"What happened?"

"You found Freya, and told me a word—"

"what?"

Bryson sighed: "If you find her, apologize to her. Tell her that Uncle and Uncle are unfortunate in the battle this afternoon ..."

He was talking about this, and suddenly he heard a loud bang behind him.

Everyone was stunned, and the knights turned back, just seeing Freya in that direction with a pale sword in his hand, and his face was incredible.

The young man named Essen followed the future Valkyrie with a helpless look.

"Freya—!" Brando was startled, of course he had already guessed what the guy in Bresson's mouth couldn't vomit.

"How could that be, she wouldn't ..."

Freya burst into tears, her tears bursting out of her pale face.

Everyone has the weakest place in their hearts.

And when Brando saw Freya, who was always strong, crouching down and crying with grief, as weak as an injured little animal, he was hit in the softest part of his heart, he felt a little in his throat Dry, want to say something to comfort but could not say a word.

He looked at each other silently, but suddenly realized that it was the baptism of such a brutal war that the simple, simple, and kind-hearted country girl finally made her way to the Valkyrie?

Then history is back on track.