Vol 2 Chapter 165

165th Gambler's Roulette (2)

People came and went in the firtree hall. Brando was with Metisha, Shire, Akane, and Tiger Sparrow. He watched the mercenaries come in and out, putting a dusty and huge map. Moved out of the basement and placed on a long table.

When the map was laid horizontally on the long table, everyone around the long table couldn't help sighing. But only the younger sister among the wild elf sisters asked, "Master Lord, how do you know that bad guy will put the map in the basement?" She finished and immediately gave her sister a careful look. Fortunately, Frou did not bother her this time, but just glanced at her angrily. In fact, Brando's promotion element made her completely shocked by that scene. Until now, she still hasn't recovered.

Brando knew that the 'bad guy' in the mouth of the little girl was referring to Grudin, but the once barbaric Lord was lying in the courtyard outside. At this time he was not in the mood to collect the corpse for this person, and maybe he could use it in the future.

He looked at the door of the hall, and the mercenaries were gathering in the inner court. In addition to clearing the remaining enemies, one of their tasks was to investigate the escaped Bai Tiamas Qiuyue. However, Brando knew that it was impossible for the opponent to stay in Firthenburg. Although the guy in the previous confrontation could be described as a fiasco, Bai never did anything meaningless.

For example, staying here to give him trouble and vent his anger, that's not the habit of the black knight among the four knights of the apocalypse. If it was that Red Knight Redeos, it would be possible. But Bai never put himself in a dangerous situation meaninglessly, which is one of the reasons why he would be one of the most difficult to deal with among the Four Knights of Apocalypse.

Will not easily leave a handle--

"Most of the nobles have some of the same habits, Tiya." Brando thought and replied: "And this thing may not be Grudin let go, I doubt if he has the will to govern this territory "He said this half-truth. He knew that the map of the land had nothing to do with the habits of the nobles, but he knew what was in the basement. When the player later overthrew Grudin, although he was not one of them, he was clear about it.

Brando looked at the map, which should be the planning map left when the fir city was built. Naturally, this thing is not from Gruddin's handwriting, maybe it is something left over from generations. So much so that the young wizard looked frowned:

"This thing is at least decades old," Charles replied with a cough. "Doesn't this guy care about his territory at all. In the domain of Black Tower wizards, the wizards redraw the map every year." . "

Brando shook his head, thinking you thought everyone was a wizard? Besides, here is Tonigel. What is the most barbaric and marginal area in the whole Eruin, what can you expect? He swept the dust on the map with his hand and replied, "In this era, it is normal for a city map of such a small place to remain unchanged once in decades. It is only necessary to use it, and we don't need it now. That detailed map. "

"In this era?" Charr frowned and looked at him.

"Word addiction," Brando lifted his head, and gave him an indifferent glance. "Any opinion?"

"No," the young man shook his head quickly. "It's just that when an adult speaks like this, it suddenly becomes full of a sense of history. It seems that when you say such a sentence, you have already stood at such a high level of history. Divine, wise and wise. "

Brando couldn't help laughing or crying for a moment: "Stop talking nonsense."

But he turned around again and thought of one thing: "Yes, the red hands are soft ... No, Furo, what about the equipment I asked you to organize?"

"Ah?" The elder sister among the wild elves seemed to wake up at this time, took a moment's notice, and then asked, "What?"

"Things to clean the battlefield?"

"Oh," Furuo said for a moment. "Is it the relic of that bone? It's a strange thing to say. I was just asking you, Lord--"

weird stuff?

Brando hesitated. The equipment dropped by a high-level Madala general like Kabais generally would not go there. But to say that it is strange, there are a lot of strange equipment in the amber sword, but in addition to those low-level toys, all the fantasy objects above fantasy level are widely known among players as `` small artifacts ''. Therefore, he couldn't help being curious when he heard the soft-handed girl.

However, he was about to ask a question, but he saw the sweaty Clenthia and the young man in a turquoise robe walking in from outside the hall at the same time.

Seeing the two men, Brando looked so stunned that he immediately interrupted the words below Frow. Someone hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

"Rested up, sir, you can leave at any time--" Klenhia gave him a careful look and replied.

His words were like a signal, "Wow," everyone in the hall picked up their weapons and stood up from their seats. Even Akane, who had been talking to Funia over there, patted the little girl's shoulder, then stood up. Brando looked at these people and nodded: "Then let's go! Support Fern will be given to you, Mr. Clenthia, I will let Miss Meditha go with you. As for the other side, what's the situation?"

Meditis heard Brando's words and nodded to Clenthia.

However, the middle-aged silver-haired man frowned and shook his head: "The signal has been sent, but there is no news at all. I have sent scouts to contact, but I won't be able to return for a while."

"It's too late," Brando shook his head, "must go immediately."

"But Lord, I know Yuta," Karenhia said suddenly, "even if she didn't arrive in time, she would definitely choose to hold the dead as possible as possible. Madam, so I don't think you need to worry too much. ... "

He wasn't finished, but he was interrupted by Brando: "It's useless, they can't hold it. I know more about you than Madara's customary tactics, surrounded by the endless skeleton army. Unless you are defending according to danger, two or three hundred mercenaries are like stones thrown into the sea. In a moment, the bones will be gone. "

He pressed his hands on the table and looked up at everyone: "Moreover, there are corpses and black warriors hidden in them."

Brando straightened up and took up Qian's long sword: "The only thing we can do now is to set off immediately. The only thing left is to pray that Miss Yuta can get to Simon in time. Otherwise there will be only one kind of ending. —— "

There was a silence in the hall.

The crowd looked at each other, but when they saw Brando saying nothing, they took up their swords and left their positions, and walked out, followed by one by one. It was at this time that only Shir looked up from the dusty map and asked with a lot of time: "So the worst kind of ending left is actually giving up the fir town, right? Lord Lord?"

Everyone was stunned, wondering why the topic of young wizards turned to it.

But Brando stopped at the door and looked back at him: "What did you think of?"

"I just thought, sir, you are really as bold as ever--"

Brando smiled slightly.

"Because the price is too high," he replied, "in order not to lose money. I have to choose the method with the most rewarding returns, although the risk is higher. But as I said, a dead person still cares about the neck Is it one or two ropes? "

"That's it too, but I don't know now-lord, you and Miss Roman are a perfect match."

Brando smiled.

"Master?" Tiger Bird asked a little bit unclearly.

"What Charles said was my intention," Brando nodded, and replied, "I will not only kill Grudin, but also declare ownership of Tonigel. Count Denel wants it It makes me look good, and I use this land that belongs to him to give him a good look. Victory is not only power, but wisdom also holds the key to the overturning of the general situation— "

"No one can defeat the future--"

He stepped out of the door and looked back at the middle-aged man with silver hair, the only outsider in this hall: "Well, who rules that a newborn nobleman is allowed to have only one territory? Do you say so? , Mr. Klenthia? "

Clenthia sweated heavily and looked at Brando dullly. There was only one thought in his mind at the moment: Either he was crazy or this young man was crazy! He is basically challenging the rules of the game between all the traditions of this ancient kingdom and the nobility.

Forcibly occupy the territory of a nobleman--

Martha is on! If he succeeds, he will upend all the ancient cognitions of Eruin.

Silver-haired middle-aged people couldn't help lowering their heads, and suddenly thought that there was another possibility-that they were all crazy!

But Shire had a different opinion with the mercenary commander. The young wizard looked up and asked without surprise: "But now it seems that the risk is indeed great. The undead is just outside the city, and if you give up the fir city, the adult loses his excuse to stand in Toniger stop--"

"So, what does the adult plan to do?" He asked, "Still going to hide in the forest to fight guerrillas? By the way, what did the 16-character policy you taught me last time?"

Brando smiled slightly and he turned back. Looking through the large arches outside the porch, there was heavy darkness outside. But Brando knew that dawn was only a moment away. Maybe the next moment, the sun will rise from the horizon.

But can Firtown really support the next moment?

"Things are done in people, things are done in heaven." The young man replied, "Since choosing the life of a gambler, then you must calm down and enjoy the thrill of the gambler-"

"As for guerrillas," he replied, "relaxed, I can be considered a descendant of the great master."