Vol 2 Chapter 28

End of Act 28

After hearing this story, the silver-haired girl was silent for a long time. She put her finger on her chin, thought for a while, and then looked back to see the sun falling from the tall arch window. The sun outside the world had tilted westward.

"So what's the end of this story, Lord Beatwell?" She asked.

"The ending is where the old minister tells this story here with His Royal Highness. Is it not obvious yet, His Royal Highness?"

"Also, but there is one thing you haven't mentioned yet, Lord Overwell." The princess asked with interest.

"Oh?"

"You said, 'He got a good thing in the process', but when I heard the end from the beginning, I have never heard the description of the word about this thing from an adult--" Half-elf girl Asked.

"Yes, Her Royal Highness, but the old clerk remembered himself but understood clearly." Overwell smiled slightly and replied in surprise.

"Sir Lord Overwell, do you mean the badge that Ebdon gave him, a magic badge, nothing good? I think with the knowledge of the adults, I must not say this."

"No, of course not. Her Royal Highness, why don't you think about it?"

The silver-haired girl calmed down and nodded her chin for a moment to think: "I think it's in the Valley of the Holy One. I remember that there is an adult in this story that you described very briefly, and the mystery must be in it."

"Your intelligence is unmatched, Your Royal Highness." Overwell praised it sincerely: "But I didn't mean it briefly, but I really felt two powerful breaths lurking there, at all. I didn't dare to approach it. I had intentionally reminded me at the time that I didn't expect to find it too late— "

"Oh, Lord Overwell, although you are not famous for swordsmanship, but I remember that your strength is also inferior to gold, but someone can make you unable to give birth to the heart that is close to you?" The half-elf girl was slightly surprised.

"Almost, but fortunately, it seems that the two powerful existences don't want anyone to find them. It should be a little trick to let them retreat." Overwell replied with a bit of anxiety.

"So, what did the young man get in it?" The princess thought for a while. "Yes, sir, you haven't told me what he saw when he opened the waist pack."

With a look of admiration on Feverwell's face, he glanced left and right, and then answered something in a lip.

After listening to it, the silver-haired girl was surprised, and her face changed slightly: "Does that kind of thing really exist?"

Overwell nodded: "I've only heard it in legend before, and I was as surprised as Her Highness Princess at the time. Unfortunately, once that kind of thing is touched by mortals, it will no longer belong to the second person. "

"It's a pity, otherwise my brother's temperament might be changed. For Eruin, his temperament is too soft." She looked at the majesty next to her Majesty, and said, "Otherwise, Orpheus Will Master come here, right? "

Overwell didn't mind it, but nodded: "Even if he is a friend of Lord Everton's daughter, it's the same."

"I'm afraid it's not just friends." The princess couldn't help but smile.

Overwell glanced at her, knowing that the other party was reminding himself not to hit her with an idea. The dignitary shook his head, he did not fail to consider the idea of ​​using the only daughter of Oberu VII to win the Highlander.

However, with the strength of His Royal Highness, it seems unlikely. However, looking at the other party, he couldn't help thinking that since he was the daughter of the royal family, he could not get rid of the marriage. In that case, the young man was actually a good candidate.

Much better than many of the aristocratic youth he'd met.

Of course, these things can only be thought about. He bowed his head and said, "Since the story has come to an end, Her Royal Highness, and it is not too early, please let Rong Chen resign."

"Sir Lord Overwell, please. I want to stay here for a while."

Overwell looked up at the silver-haired girl, and couldn't help but be a little funny, he knew that Her Royal Highness Princess was to avoid the fact that she might have been waiting for her in the side hall for one afternoon. Sir Norson, the other party said that this was going to go to His Majesty to sue.

"Escape is not a good idea, Your Royal Highness," he reminded softly.

The silver-haired girl smiled slightly, and a hint of slyness appeared in her silver-grey eyes: "But at least it was one way."

The door closed--

The princess froze for a while, sitting back in her chair and looking at the dust floating up and down the tall arch window, the golden sunlight was like weaving a dream, she could not help thinking.

What story has happened since then?

The wind was blowing in the forest.

The low wind slowly flowed through the canopy, as if the current was flowing, allowing the dense fog to start moving slowly; the white mist diffused between the branches and trees, reflecting the clusters under the forest on both sides Flaming berries.

When the drowsiness in the early morning was broken, the dull horseshoe sound went from far to near.

Iron-wrapped horseshoes shattered shrubs and berries, swept across the riverbank full of sharp stones, and horseshoes splashed with water, like white crystal pillars. A total of thirty-four horses galloped on the water, and the bone shelves in the valley felt the tremor of the earth. They were shocked by the sound and looked around, but they just turned their heads slowly, and the phosphorous fire in their eye sockets reflected. Enter a bigger and bigger horse.

They are all tall and handsome Antilles, with strong chest muscles and forefoot hitting and chopping these weak undead creatures, or flying them out and hitting the white rocks on the river beach, broken into pieces. bone.

The horse team smashed a path from the scattered bones and bones, and then slowly slowed down, the pace of the horse became smaller and smaller; the leading young knight suddenly raised his hand, and more than thirty horses moved forward because of inertia. Take two or three steps and stop 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--!" And then a second.

"Long live!"

"Long live Brando!" When the war horse stopped, it seemed to be aware of something. The mercenaries on horseback lifted their hands up, and finally the cheers echoed through the valley in unison.

In a cheer, Brando took off the leather helmet and dropped it away. He couldn't help but wipe a sweat on the cold forehead, and the morning wind passed, leaving his face cold. He was sitting straight on the horse's back in a piece of gray leather, looking up at the green mountains around him, thinking:

It's over, it's over!

He shook his fist.

It was really a nightmare battle before, and when they entered the valley of the Holy One from the wilderness, everyone exhausted almost the last bit of strength.

It seems that some 2,000 refugees killed a **** road from tens of thousands of undead, but the facts happened after all. Maybe some people left, some cold bodies were lying on the ground, some were sad, some were crying, but most of them finally came out, didn't they?

He looked back and saw that the mercenaries that Freya would bring out of the Copper Dragon story were almost wounded now-but each of them looked at him with convincing eyes and knew who it was. Bring them all.

That was almost a miracle--

But the young man did it right now. He said that he would guide them to a miracle with a sword. He did it.

Freya chased after her with the Self-Defense Forces.

The first sentence she saw when he saw Brando was: "Brando, have we really won?"

Brando looked at the British **** horseback and nodded.

He didn't speak, but let the self-defense regiment behind Freya calm down. Suddenly, the small citizens, the defeated soldiers of the White Maned Legion, and the dismal mercenaries crackled and threw their weapons in their hands, and they stunned. They almost believed their ears, and after a day and night of chasing, So they won?

Enemies that even the Whitebeard Legion can't defeat, they have repeatedly broken through each other's encirclement?

So someone couldn't help but shouted in disbelief, "Master Knight, have we really won?"

Brando nodded.

"Long live!"

"Long live!" The crowd boiled in an instant, they cried and jumped, they couldn't help crying, some people immediately turned around and ran, and they wanted to bring the good news to the refugees behind.

The riders looked at these excited people who couldn't control themselves, and couldn't help but smile and said nothing, but a moment ago, why weren't they?

Brando saw Freya staring at herself, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

The ponytail girl's face turned red. The battles and the management of refugees in the past few days have made her grow up quickly. She is no longer the simple country girl at that time-she looked at Brando and couldn't help wondering if God would let such an excellent young man come Beside them, take them out of trouble.

"Thank you, Brando." She lowered her head and whispered.

Brando smiled, but looked up and stared at the distant green mountains for a while-he suddenly remembered the non-stag forest, which was really nostalgic. He traveled from Bratislava to Ridenburg by himself, crossing the forest. I remember there was a wolverine distribution area there, and then there was an old castle, and that old castle is also one of the places he will have to go in the future.

Speaking of which, it is time to make a plan.

He accumulated nearly 5,000 experience in the battles over the next few days, but not all of this experience can be used to upgrade. First and foremost, opening the element pool requires 2,000 experience. Brando has discovered that destiny cards are a very practical magic item. Although he does n’t know why the game has never heard of similar things at all, but no matter how to open up Element pools have become a priority.

Then there are incumbents and cavalier professions. In the game, scholars are deputies who have to be employed by a certain player. It can not only expand the ‘extra main occupation’, but also provide a lot of skill experience.

It's just that their skills are too weak, and they also need to occupy a sub position, and a character has only three sub positions.

As for the knight, it goes without saying that it was Brando who laid the foundation for the advanced Templar knight, and it was necessary to have a good relationship with the Temple of Fire.

And it wasn't until these two days that he found out that skills were a rarity in this world, but he immediately realized that it wasn't the difference between this world and the game—it was his misunderstanding. If everyone in this world is regarded as npc, then everything is taken for granted. After all, only players have ‘professional built-in skills’.

In this way, many of the tasks he knows for practicing skills have also become a big advantage for him, so learning skills must also be on the agenda.

He couldn't help thinking, maybe God made him come here with deep meaning. Because Golan-Elson South was indeed the lowest-intensity war zone in the first Black Rose war. It looked like a novice zone, allowing him to become familiar with this seemingly old but specious world.

But even then he will only complete the task.

In the history of Instaron, this third-class army composed of undead subordinate creatures such as corpses, skeleton soldiers, pale riders, black warriors, and ghosts, and Eruin fought against each other, and also opened the prelude to the decline of this kingdom . Brando had sneered at the decayed Eruin at that time, but it was not until he led the group of npc that he realized that war was not so easy.

Sometimes it is too biased to look at history with the eyes of the player--

History has its inevitable inertia. When it came to Princess Regent, she might also find herself helpless, but she didn't know what he thought about at this moment.

After all, the decline of Alluin did not happen overnight.

Brando looked back from his thoughts and couldn't help but take a long breath. In any case, he has at least won the current game, and since yesterday they have leveled a part of Margus' combat effectiveness in the outermost area. To be honest, there is nothing worth mentioning compared to the first night's battle-but as long as we move forward, it is the northern edge of the Jianshi River valley of Yipingping.

So this is victory.

Then he felt that someone patted himself behind his back and looked back. It was Reto, and the barkeeper was with Bartom, Ulliel, Votaron and Mano. He hesitated and they How come together.

"Sir, do you have any plans?" The first thing to say was Bartom, who had always looked somewhat rude and rude in Brando's eyes. His striking brown-red beard made Brando unable to remember it. Nope.

"intend?"

"We've all discussed it, and if you're willing to keep us, we're willing to follow you." Mano looked at him and replied straightforwardly.

These mercenaries have nothing more to say, they are all people looking for food on the edge of the knife. After several days of experience, they find that they are more willing to work under this young man.

Brando froze, realizing that these people were willing to be his own.

But he was not a nobleman. His noblemanship was only supported by the mage Charles, but he thought for a while and found that he really needed some people to do things for himself. So he groaned and replied:

"After today, you are not well suited to follow me."

Everyone was stunned, but only Reto heard what he said: "So what are your plans, Lord Lord?" The barkeeper asked.

Brando glanced at him: "What are your plans?"

Several people glanced at each other, and it was Brando's slightest surprise that the security captain Ullier said, "If the adults have other meanings, we plan to form a mercenary group. Everyone has fought side by side. People, they can trust each other. "

"Ullir, are you not your captain?" He asked.

Ullir smiled: "It's boring, I figured it out, and my brothers are willing to go the same way."

"What about the others?" Brando looked up.

"Apart from us, there are a lot of people in the refugees. After all, most of them are now displaced, but the people in Rydenburg may be more minded. In addition, most of the Whitehair Corps and mercenaries are willing to follow us. And the rest are some farmers, "Bartom replied.

Brando couldn't help but glance at him, thinking that this guy didn't look simple. He quietly made clear the composition of the refugees, and of course it was related to Freya's lack of protection against them.

"Front Tower, you too?" Brando glanced again at the former white-maned army sergeant. This was the backbone of the kingdom. He wasn't convinced that he would have other thoughts.

He didn't expect Vollon Tower to look at him, thought for a moment, and replied a little deep: "--- I just follow you, Lord Knight, if you don't agree, I will only go back to the Whitebeard Legion."

"Are you disappointed?" Brando asked a moment later.

Fron Tower nodded.

"Then set up the mercenary group, it's called Amber Sword--" Brando replied.

Everyone was stunned.

Only Reto asked, "So what does Lord Lord say?"

"Find a way to keep some of the artisans in the refugees, of course, you can't force it," Brando replied. "You, let Bartom stay and follow me. I do need some manpower to do things."

He turned his head again and said to Vronta: "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--"

Fulong Tower froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Where are you going to go first, sir?" Ulliel asked.

"I'm going to Anzek, where is someone waiting for me. Then I will move to Braggs. If it goes well, I think I will soon inherit a territory, and we will talk about the next issue at that time." Replied with confidence.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other. There were a lot of nobles this year, but there were very few knights with real territory. It seems that this young man is really the legendary Highland knight.

For a while, many of them even gave birth to the right people.

Brando looked up at the mountains in the distance, and his plan became clear.