Vol 3 Chapter 359

The hills to the north of Ampersel connect to the gentle terrain of the bay. A large pine forest is scattered on the undulating hillside, and the forest is densely covered with shrubs. The edge of the forest land is downward, and the view on the gentle **** is extremely wide. However, today, looking towards the huge gray port, the land is burnt black as if it had been burned once. Three huge portals stand on the burnt soil. Like three huge golden rings of fire.

Looking inward from the portal, you can see a world of flowing lava. That is the Sulfur River underground in Georgenda. According to legend, it is connected to the Scorching Prison of the Elemental Plane of Fire.

Countless demons are crowded beside the portal, including the largest number of red-skinned little demons and more horrible long-horned demons. These low-level demons who are not too advanced in intelligence and fight against each other at the portal, tearing humans The dismembered limbs are disgusting.

Then Brando saw hundreds of **** dogs climbing on the side of the hill to rest, led by several **** dog leaders with three heads. In addition, there are several reddish-purple skins near the portal, which are almost like personal evil magicians except for long horns on their heads. These higher-level demons, who are more cunning than ordinary people, are watching the low-level demons with interest. Battle.

Such battles often evolve into a **** battle, and even one party will brutally kill the other, but this is not surprising among the demons, but is a common sight.

They were originally a group of chaotic and twisted monsters.

Brando, in the cloak handed over by the princess, hid in the bush and watched it all calmly. Only he could see all this clearly without the need for a brass telescope-Port Ampelsel had become a hell.

He sighed quietly without much thought to pray for those dead souls. Although those who died in the hands of the devil have relatives, friends, and even lovers, to be honest, if not for personal experience, people are more or less indifferent to the disaster of others. This is not human nature, but the instinct of a creature to protect itself. To be honest, Brando himself was not so sympathetic, but he was here to try to save as much as he could.

He told himself so long ago. History brought him back here, and his goal was to save the ancient kingdom so that the tragedy would not repeat itself. If he abandons this goal, Brando is afraid that he will be completely swallowed up by this huge world.

All his confidence came from the half-elf princess who was staring sadly at him, with silver eyes around him. "What did we do wrong?" Griffin couldn't help muttering.

Brando couldn't appreciate her confusion. Because this kingdom has no historical meaning to him, only the meaning of the future. Just as the princess could prefer to be in danger in order to protect the Anderle Grande Sanctuary, he could demolish the entire sanctuary just to ensure her first-line safety.

But is he completely understandable. To him, there is no right or wrong choice between the princess and his choice, except that he accepts completely different views.

"The Eruins did nothing wrong, but it was the Cruz. The little princess, the justice represented by Lord Martha is just your wishful thinking," Babbash sneered, "the supreme being of all things will not be Someone who punishes evil will be punished accordingly. Only because of the cause, the result is given. This is justice. "

For anyone living under the rule of the Fire Temple. This is simply heresy.

Her Royal Highness's lips were slightly pursed, but she did not refute it. Her heart was soft and watery, but hard as iron. Her hatred of the Cruzs had already made her suspicious of the teachings of the Temple of Fire. But she knew she couldn't believe the word.

Brando actually agrees with Babasha. Masha stands for absolute order. The Temple of Fire understands it as fairness in the narrow sense, and the Temple of Light as serious self-discipline. The wind elves think that it should be unchanging and awed by the rules. The people of Ellanta believe that obedience to nature is the way of everything.

But in fact, Martha is related to and irrelevant to anyone. The witches believe this most clearly. They never worship Martha as a real deity. Just with respect.

But Babasha was here to take the opportunity to attack the self-confidence of His Royal Highness, which made him feel disdainful. The witches themselves are not troublesome. Who in this world can really break free of their fate? Babasha is just relying on the old man to sell the old. "Babasha, put the crystal ball." He reminded lightly: "What do you have to say, you can wait until you survive."

The old witch smiled wryly, and she naturally knew that her thoughts were seen through by the Lord Dark Dragon. But this was not unexpected, she took out a crystal ball from under her robe-although this action really called Brando doubting where she had been in the east and west before-and then she put the crystal ball Drop it on the ground.

The crystal ball lit up quickly.

Wood's unpleasant old face appeared on it, and Brando was really impressed by this great high priest who had played with himself.

"Mr. Brando, Your Royal Highness, where have you progressed?" The arch-priest of the Temple of Fire did not seem to be in a mood to ask a question first, and opened the door directly to the mountain road.

This question made Brando feel very ambiguous, especially the old guy asked in front of him and His Royal Highness what he wanted?

But from time to time, the explosion of flashes on the crystal ball illuminated Wood's wrinkled face, especially at this time the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper. Although this spell has blocked the outside noise, it is not difficult for Brando to imagine that the battle over there must be very fierce. He couldn't help worrying about Freya and Caglis coming, but when thinking of Freya, he I also thought about the young lady who hadn't heard anything so far, and her joking thought faded.

"We're here," Brando replied succinctly. "From our point of view, it's not more than two kilometers from the portal. But there are many demons over there, and I will drop the anchor point below. You can find a way to put me People who need to teleport. "

Having said that, he suddenly remembered and asked, "I may need a few Templars. What's the situation over there, can I get the staff?"

"Fortunately, as long as you don't teleport the entire First Fleet," Wood smiled bitterly. "Probably for a while."

He said that Brando knew that the battle over there must be very strenuous. Take the pride of the Cruzs. I would never say such a thing depending on the fleet of the Eruin. It is conceivable that the battle on the other side has reached the end of the mountain.

Brando knew that Wood didn't want to put any more pressure on him. But he still felt a heavy feeling out of thin air-time was running out.

"So you need those people, Mr. Brando." Wood became serious. Asked.

"I need someone who has no fear of life and death, Lord Sacrifice--"

...

The geek Garlock stood on the side of Victory's ship, silently watching the battles intertwined on the ground. In the oblique rain, the dragon knights, Cruz Pegasus knights and hawks blaze into a ball. The fire of the explosion almost half of the sky, and the old wizard is at the very center of the battlefield, with the light of every spell It flashed as if an invisible ripple swept over half of the battlefield, and there were countless hawks, banshees, and broken bones.

But soon, someone behind him called him, "Is Mr. Garlock?"

Gallock turned back alertly. As the chief sorcerer of Archduke Sifah. The disappearance of the Grand Duke has made him smell dangerous. He took the initiative to ask to participate in the battle in order to avoid being implicated in that huge vortex.

"Exactly." He nodded.

"Can you come with me?" The woman in question was a beautiful female officer, and Garlock had an amazing memory. He remembered seeing her once by Count Yanilasu. Now the fleet commander should be with the Cruzs. What did they let him do?

He hesitated a little and nodded.

On different battleships, the same scene is being repeated. The armored knight appeared next to Nicholas, the flame-haired sword lord, and asked respectfully, "Is this the master Nicholas?"

"Is Lord Count Yanbao? Please follow me."

"Miss Antitina, your Lord Lord came to see you."

Soon, the reserved seven candidates were already in the flagship command room of the Victory. With the exception of Antitina, Shire and Deerferry. The other four are powerful elements of enlightenment. Among them, Yanfa Nicholas and the geek Garlock are masters on the side of truth.

Brando tried to choose the Eruin as much as possible, except for a clever clergyman like Wood, it was difficult for Cruzians to really put themselves in the realm of the kingdom. In comparison, Yanfa Nicholas and the geek Garlock, although not long ago, were more enemies, but more reliable.

What's more, Brando knew that they were not members of all things, even if it was to prove their innocence. Of course, he will inevitably have a darker plan, because if he fails, the nobles in the north will also lose at least two real masters, so Freya and the remaining south Tonigel may be slightly better.

Of course, this is nothing more than self-consolation.

"Brando, do you want me?" After listening to Brando's request, Antitina remained calm. She had known for a long time that Brando might borrow her knowledge of alchemy and magic science, but Miss Earl of Yanbao couldn't help it.

What are you saying, why do I want you? Brando couldn't bear a sweat, but he didn't expect Miss Count to look very happy: "No, no, I, I don't want to refuse-but ... but I want to ask, like this Can I really help? "

"Of course, teleportation consumes magical power. Do you think it's a moment when you can waste magical power at will?" Brando asked a little speechlessly: "I want you to come naturally because you are better than others. Time to play a role that no one else can. "

Brando didn't say a word, because everyone knew the danger of this mission, and the people who went with him were likely to be absent or even annihilated. For those who can face life and death, he is not embarrassed by praise.

In fact any compliment is overshadowed by their actions.

"So would you?"

"Yes, I am very willing. Lord High Priest, Mr. Brando, thank you very much for choosing me!" The expression on Dilferi's face was not false, in fact Brando also knew that the young lady had to be pure. No falsification.

But is it so worth it? Brando couldn't help but wonder a little, thinking that this lady is also a brainwashed man like Chico?

However, looking at the countenance of Miss Earl, he was embarrassed to continue to hit her self-confidence. He turned his eyes and saw that the geek Garlock was talking to Shire:

"Are you the Shire of that Paros family?" Garlock asked, looking indifferent, without worrying about what would happen next.

"Exactly." Charles replied humblely.

"The Genius of the Highlanders, I have heard of you. Unfortunately, you are a Highland Wizard. Otherwise, I will let you as my apprentice. Unfortunately, the Eruin cannot choose his own destiny." Garlock said softly.

"Everything has passed, and I'm not the same Shire anymore. I'm dead, but I have a new life." Charles replied, and he smiled slightly. "Not to mention that the Eleuins may not choose their own fate."

"Really? I heard that in the end you really returned to the mountains of Alkash. What did you see there? What did Marshal Lord see in the end?"

Charles smiled, but didn't answer: "That doesn't matter, does it?"

"Yes." The geek, Garlock, seemed to think something, but he nodded slowly. Hearing his conversation, Wood frowned slightly, and he turned to Brando and said:

"Brando, I've found the people you want, except Mr Nigel, unfortunately, he's dead." Wood replied.

Is it? Brando froze slightly, he did not expect that the famous and unshakable sword in history died here, and the veteran would not fall until the second Black Rose war in history.

At this moment, he felt deeply the change of history. He looked at the two remaining Templars and was about to nod, but it was at this time that a voice came from the side of the crystal.

"Since the Unshakable Sword is dead, then as a soldier of the same age, let me take over his task, right?"

It was a loud, old voice, and then a tall figure pushed in the door: "Prize, what do you think?"

Wood looked up and was surprised to see the last head of the White Lion Legion-but the old man had unloaded the White Lion's armor and was wearing only the most ordinary military uniform.

"Lead Leader?"

"I said that I am no longer the legion chief, Lord Lord."

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