Vol 2 Chapter 131

Chapter 131: My Friend (2)

The Raiders didn't say anything about this plot, most likely because they ended too early at that time. I didn't expect that these silver elves had already appeared on the mainland before and after the first Black Rose war.

While Brando was thinking about this, he went boringly to flip the body of the earth **** at his hand. The remaining magic in the corpse is condensing, forming a crystal of high purity magic. This is a 65-level boss, and it also has the attributes of the blood of God. It is almost one of the best forging and alchemy materials at the same level, second only to the baby on the dragon.

As he thought, he couldn't help but glance at Aloz around him-of course he could only see the air.

"Your eyes look weird, Mr Brando?"

"is it."

"But Aloz already has a spouse, and I'm not interested in humans anymore-it's Mr. Brando's words. It doesn't matter if you try it once in a while."

"Ahem."

While Brando was choking and coughing, people on both sides glanced at him. Then Count Baal turned his head and looked at the silver elf with a cold look, taking the lead to break the silence:

"Negotiate--"

The Silver Elf nodded.

...

In fact, the long and boring negotiations between the two parties continued into the evening, and in fact, the only real participants were the three knight commanders of Baal, Lewoods, and the Silver Elves. On the other side, under the instructions of Brando, Macaro and Buga helped Aiko covered with blood in the bushes, and thanked the latter reluctantly—Silver It has been made clear to maintain Brando on the grounds that he has guarded their king's graveyard, so they have to lower their attitudes-in fact Brando has gained far more from this behavior He could feel that he had almost won the highest courtesy of the Silver Elves.

Not only were the soldiers friendly towards him, the elf commander also privately gave him a ginkgo leaf. Brando certainly didn't think it was a token of love. Although this thing looks like a bookmark, of course he knows that this thing is far more than just a bookmark. In fact, it is a friendly proof. . In other words, if he was subjected to any political persecution in Eruin in the future, he could use this ginkgo leaf to seek political asylum.

Of course, this is just a joke.

This piece of Ginkgo biloba represents a kind of affection owed to him by the Ginkgo family. As long as he or his descendants carry this piece of Ginkgo, they can get a chance to ask for help from the Ginkgo. As for what to ask for help, Brando didn't try it. He only knew that someone in the last life had used this thing to lease more than a hundred heavy armored elf infantry from the silver elves.

The lease period is one hundred years-

Although it is not as rare as the Phoenix Guard, it is also a first-class army on the mainland. However, although Brando now feels anxious to give it a try, reason tells him that it is unwise to immediately show a monkey-like attitude. This is after all a real world, not a game. It is always good to have a relationship with the silver elves first.

It was so impatient from the beginning that this noble and indifferent race looked down, wouldn't it be worth it?

Although the Count Violet looked like a sinking water and watched all this happen, he also knew that he could not let his subordinates fight against the Silver Elves here; the fame of the Anthem Legion once resounded on the mainland, even on the seventh After centuries no one dared to challenge this, this savvy middle-aged nobleman made a wise choice by comparing the strengths of both sides:

After the two sides left the neutral area where they were negotiating, they returned to their own camps, and then ordered their own troops to turn around and retreat three hundred meters each, and the atmosphere in the forest eased.

Brando couldn't help but be surprised when he sat on the corpse of the earth angel. Although he did not participate in the negotiations, he also knew that the core of the negotiations between the two sides must be centered on why the Silver Elves reappeared after hundreds of years disappeared. Although this area was once the territory of the Elven Empire in the past, one side took the initiative. If he gave up, Eruin had the right to swear sovereignty. Today, two or three hundred years later, this place has long been a part of the kingdom's inherent territory. Even though it was the closest ally of the past, it cannot be involved in the area at will.

But Brando could see that the attitude of the Silver Elves was extremely tough, and he almost refused to let it go. He didn't know what kind of agreement was reached between them to make Baal and Lewoods acceptable.

"Guess why the silver elves returned to the mainland?" He asked suddenly.

The careless voice of the dragon girl, Aloz, sounded immediately.

"How do I know about those strange guys, and they don't deal with outsiders-oops, you don't disturb others' business!" The girl's voice suddenly complained.

"The business?"

"Of course," Arroz's voice smugly unconsciously. "I'm writing a script about the story of Cavaliers Brando, but it was hard to get inspired. By the way, I forgot to say to Mr. Brando. , My job is a poet— "

"poet?"

Brando frowned, as if the profession of poets among the dragons was extremely popular. He remembered a very famous plot in the game before: a dragon himself created a huge dungeon underground Then grab some powerful monsters everywhere and put them inside to make boss and other monsters. Then let unsuspecting players enter the challenge, record the challenge results themselves, and write a story. Of course, those who truly defeated the boss can get a treasure-this treasure is actually a very small part of that dragon's collection, and it turned out that it was not as good as it got from every story. More than a tenth.

He remembered that the copy was a 45-level copy. At first, players thought it was just a normal copy, but then they found out the inside story and it was temporarily talked about.

But the evil taste of the Dragons is also evident.

Of course, by comparison, this dragon is at least a work to get rich. Much better than some unscrupulous plunder of wealth directly.

"Of course," the dragon girl seemed to be proud, but suddenly her tone changed again: "Don't bother, let's get bored, forget it, I wrote it all by myself—" She finished, Brando listened The sound of coming to me was silent.

"Alas." He could not help but whisper a secret.

But at this time, he suddenly heard a “click” behind him, and the young man thought it was Aloz who came back so soon-but he turned around and saw that Menez was standing there. At this moment the former commander of the Phoenix Guard had taken off his helmet. He looked at Brando seriously, and then looked at the corpse of the behemoth beside the young man, a hint of doubt flashed in his silver eyes.

Brando froze.

But then he smiled and said suddenly: "I think, that Menez-"

Namenis looked at him for a moment.

"It's better to put on the helmet."

"Why?" The Silver Elf asked indifferently.

"You are so handsome, I'm a little stressed." The young man sighed.

For the first time, Mines couldn't help but smile a little. He thought about it for a while and really put the helmet back on. Only a pair of silver eyes were left to look at Brando, but Namenis paused and said, "I'm leaving, Brando."

Brando froze slightly.

He never seemed to think about it.

But isn't it inevitable?

The mission is over, of course, it's time to go back to Mines--

Suddenly he wanted to say something, but the words came to a halt. The scene of fighting side by side with each other in the past few days has reappeared. Although there is no redundant words, the kind of reliable trust is born from the bottom of his heart . He glanced at each other, bowed his head, and thought of where he would go when Mines returned. Is it the King's Tomb of the Silver Elf, or the altar? The strength of Saya's altar is weakening, although he said that one day he will come to bring the news of the outside world to the other party, but who knows if he can meet again? Maybe it's like a real story mission. He and Namenes are just one side. When they return, there will be only a silent altar in the forest of Chablis.

Brando knew the possibilities were huge.

What he wanted to say, but suddenly it seemed like a blank in his heart, nothing could be said.

The young man hesitated for a long time, and finally could only say, heartlessly, "You're leaving, then Mines? But you promised me that things haven't been done yet, wouldn't you just want to settle accounts--"

The Silver Elf commander smiled indignantly: "Reliance, a good vocabulary that you humans invented. I will of course promise."

He said, taking a scroll out of his arms and giving it to Brando.

Namenes hesitated and replied softly:

"My experience is written on it, my friend."

This sentence struck Brando like a flash of lightning, and he stayed motionless for a while. Namenis smiled, handed the scroll to his hand, and leaned over and hugged Brando: "Thank you for bringing us a long-lost battle, and reheating my heart's blood; you are excellent, the battle is very Wonderful, but there is no endless banquet. In addition, you owe me a promise— "

The Silver Elf commander whispered: "Remember to tell me what happened outside, for decades, a hundred years, don't 'reliance', my friend, is that what you said?" He labored to bite out 'reliance' The pronunciation of the word in Cruz, then asked with a smile.

"Yes……"

Brando raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

"The wind is a bit strong," he said.

Namenis nodded in understanding, his body gradually disappeared into the air, leaving only his last smile, but it gradually faded away. The spirits of the 20 elf warriors turned into white light at this moment, and disappeared far away somewhere in the southern forest——

Everyone was watching this scene, but only the Silver Elves, Aloz and Brando really knew what was going on. The young man saw the knight commander of the silver elf nod his head in kind, as if comforting him.

Brando's heart was a little wider, and it was better. Indeed, Menez is right, there is no banquet in the world.

Is not it?