Vol 2 Chapter 154

Day 154: Daybreak (Seven)

"Elements?"

Brando does not seem to have heard of similar elements, although reversing causality, time backtracking and spatial dislocations can achieve similar results. However, the first description of logic (cause and effect) is: sequentiality, regularity, and time is only related to the relative movement of the object. The process of reversal cannot be related by itself.

The manifestation of the power of the gold-level elements is inherently uncontrollable, and must be effected by itself and itself, so the time element can almost certainly be ruled out.

There are too many definitions of space. Just one element of 'space' has several meanings, and it has a lot of intersection with the time element. Order, stability, seems to be a definition of space, but space contains countless sub-definitions—related to displacement, vector, motion, and even matter and spirit.

However, one point is that spatial dislocation is related to displacement, and has nothing to do with staticness and stability.

As for the sub-elements at the next lower level: the elements in cause and effect, or optical elements, refraction, tortuous paths, or illusions, can not lower the temperature of the physical world, let alone related to order and stability.

Brando felt someone approaching behind him, and a faint scent came from the nose, like the smell of some tree leaves in the southern hills of Eruin after summer. He knew that Akane would often With a leaf like this. He could feel the red-haired girl coming to her without looking back, and she unfastened her sabre—although it was not commonly used—in silent hand to him.

"Well," said Akane.

"Thank you."

Brando took the sword, and just saw Kabez's tall figure parting the ruins and leaping up to the falling stones. The Undead Lord looked at this with hate. Brando's elemental power made it suspicious. Its element: The power of the soul was designed to strengthen attack and defense. Compared with the strange elements of young people, it fell completely behind, almost. It was suppressed on the ground; it did not dare to act lightly, and although the mercenaries, under the leadership of Metisha, launched an attack on Baron Grudin's private army, Kabex could only stand still against Brando.

It was originally stable, but at this moment even worried that the mysterious young man would take the initiative to launch an attack. This bone rack pressed the wound on his brass armour, and he was not sure if he could really prevent Brando's attack. . It knew that the situation could not be changed, but at least it asked Brando to stay here.

"Defeat it?" Akane grasped the axe gun and looked back.

Brando shook his head. He was also unsure, the power of the elements was erratic and could not be grasped. And Kabas's actual power is far more than him, it can bear the cost of making mistakes, but he can't. If he miscalculates the role of elements once, as long as Kabaisi seizes a chance to fight back, then the price is beyond his ability.

The young man has put aside life and death for a long time, but he is responsible for more people in this position.

Death is simple, but it is the coward's choice.

"It was attacked just now to force you out. I thought you could see it." Brando replied that he was talking about Akane blocking the axe for him.

"I'm sorry," Qian suddenly reacted and looked at him in surprise: "You ... you know?" But she followed up by herself, she was so far away in the forest, and she disappeared in the forest. experience. The red-haired girl clearly remembered that he was holding Funiya far in front of her, and without turning back once, she shut up suddenly and looked at Brando suspiciously.

She wondered if Brando was cheating on her.

"I noticed when you went out with me," Brando replied, "the vessel of the blood of God."

"what."

The red-haired girl bowed her head, and in her opinion the young lord was in control of everything, and he did everything. Even the likable merchant lady, he sternly reproached, let alone her. But before she rashly acted, she thought about it alone, and blame was blamed, and she was used to it anyway-at least compared to the feeling of not being valued.

She took a soft breath and suddenly thought of another possibility. Wouldn't he want to be transferred to Sandford and everyone? The more the girl thought and felt more likely, she couldn't help looking up at him alertly.

"What are you thinking again?" Brando read a clear doubt from the eyes of the red-haired girl.

"I do things by myself, and do it alone." Qian frowned.

"Responsible?" Brando looked at the motionless Cabaz, wondering whether you could afford it or me. But he wasn't in a hurry, he just talked with Qian one by one. But his indifferent attitude made the red-haired girl think that he would be angry with the gray wolf mercenary. She couldn't help but be disturbed. She didn't expect that her behavior would provoke other people.

Akane gritted her teeth. "Any way!"

Although she is just an orphan, a girl who grew up in the mercenary regiment. But it is also familiar with rumors about nobility.

Brando froze and looked at her. The girl's cheeks were crimson, and her ears were hot, as if she had exhausted her whole body to say this sentence: "It can be any way ... sir, but please don't bother them."

"what?"

"Not enough." Akane asked with gritted teeth.

"What?" Brando was puzzled. "They? Who are they?"

"Sanford, and everyone."

"Why should I bother them?"

The red-haired girl was dumbfounded, and she looked up at Brando with amber eyes, as if to distinguish the authenticity between his looks.

"Because-" She realized she lost her breath, but immediately kept silent.

Brando suddenly understood what she was talking about, and he smiled: "In your character, I would be surprised if I didn't keep up."

"Really?" Akane asked inaudibly. Don't overdo it: "I feel like a fool ..."

"That's not true," Brando shook his head. "I just respect your choice."

"So what about the others." The red-haired girl blinked.

"Everyone has their own responsibilities and obligations, just as people can be willful, but not always." Brando replied, "I respect their choice as much, but after choosing, the rest is for the This choice has only responsibilities remaining. Impulses can dominate a person's temporary behavior, but the boundary between ideals and innocence lies in whether a person really understands what he wants to pay for it and what he is willing to pay for it.

"So you must be here, and you won't choose to escape?"

The red-haired girl nodded, watching the shadow cast by Fir Castle in the darkness and said fiercely, "Well, if I want to shrink back in front of that scum, it might as well kill me—"

"So, our attitude is the same--" Brando smiled bitterly. "We stand on the same front and fight side by side, why blame you?"

Akane lowered her eyelids: "After all, I'm still an outsider."

Brando glanced at her and suddenly realized what the girl thought. He certainly hoped that she would become a subordinate, a gold-level combat force, which would attract attention everywhere. But this is also good, slowly integrating into this group, emotionally more stable. He never intended to give up Akane, but to use other members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps to beat a girl, which was obviously not his hobby.

So he just smiled.

There was a moment of silence on the battlefield. Brando watched Kabeas's huge bone claw holding the short spear—of course, from an ordinary person's point of view, the same as the ordinary spear—the fire of the soul in the eyes of the undead lord was burning and motionless. The young man knew that he was determined to set himself here, he glanced absently at the battle in front, and simply said to Akane: "Alien."

"in."

"Go support Metisha, will you? Give it to me here-"

Akane nodded and raised her axe.

She watched Cabaz in the mist, took two steps, and stopped again. "That's all it takes--" the girl said softly, and Brando froze slightly, raising his head. But seeing the back of the red-haired girl has disappeared on the smoky street. Brando paused and smiled.

He looked up at Kabais again, both sides motionless.

While Brando confronted the Lord of the Undead, on the other side of the battlefield, Meditha was in trouble. When the mercenaries continued to drive Grudin's private army to the inner city, relying on the will to fight and the superiority in combat power, the smooth attack had encountered trouble when approaching Firth Castle. This is the last line of defense of the aristocratic personal soldiers, but behind the line of defense are not only the private army of Grudin, but also rows of bones that are flashing with a slight bone luster and pale in the moonlight. Shelf.

These skeleton soldiers are very different from what Brando had seen in Butch. Compared with ordinary skeleton soldiers, they are wearing light leather armor, holding short spears, wearing short swords and a small round shield. Each of them was carrying three to four identical bone spears. They stood quietly behind the line of defense, but did not move-but in fact, in the previous short-term contact, they caused extreme mercenaries. Big loss. And if Brando would recognize these undead creatures here-Madara's "Spinethorn" elite column, these bone shelves are the assault column of low-level undead, is the famous guard of Targus-even can It is called the 'higher presence' among lower-level units.

In fact, they are there, where should Targus or the senior generals around him.

It's like this moment, standing quietly in front of the female knight, dragging a huge sickle to the ground, wearing an undead knight in a long black cloak. Of the four knights of the Apocalypse, if one of the most powerful beings in this season should be the green knight, Malfos, who is now the head of the Legion of the 'Wolf Plague'. But the most taboo and mysterious is not the black knight, the fair judge is white.

It looked up, and the half-crying and half-smiling expression on the metal mask constituted a weird symbol, but those golden eyes fell on Matissa.

"Who are you?" Matissa frowned slightly, and before she fought against each other, she instinctively felt the strength of the other.

"Silver elf," the black knight stunned slightly, his magnetic voice snorted: "Are you with that person? It's really inscrutable. It's neither Viscount Gunstein nor Cloth Butch Lando, who claims to be a highland knight, but the Heta Wizard cannot possibly have such an understanding of Madara. In my opinion, he is more like an ancestor-- "

"Ancestors?" The Silver Elf princess paused.

But the other person looked up.

In his eyes, a beam of fire from the south was set off, which was a magic signal rising to the sky—

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