Vol 3 Chapter 368

The overwhelming barbarians turned in mid-air and flew towards the humans near the second Flame Puppet, like a shadow under a demon claw that swept across the sky. Brando couldn't help but think of the locust plague that occurred in the second-year trade wind year, when the locust covering the sun was the true portrayal of the scene today.

The second fan of flames was completely disintegrating, disintegrating into fragments, and disappearing into the heavy rain like countless golden butterflies. Griffin stood in the rain and looked up at the scattered flames, and couldn't help raising a glimmer of hope from the bottom of her eyes. The half-elf princess squeezed her lips and clenched her fists.

But the remaining knights were still immersed in excitement, and their high confidence and morale seemed to make them even dismissive of the situation on the battlefield. Only Nicholas and Reid had a little doubt in their hearts. The two looked back at Brando. They knew that Garlock had almost lost his ability to cast. Now he wanted to unexpectedly approach the third portal. Can the young people who come to wonders surprise them again.

The heavy rain was so noteworthy that it even covered up the devil's hissing behind the rain curtain.

Brando stood barely in the rain, and although he wasn't sure at all, he knew that he couldn't be pessimistic and hopeless in the first place. At least not let others see his hesitation.

"I have to find a way to kill it first," he answered quietly.

"How to kill the past?" The knights and Nicholas asked together, but unlike the knights' self-confidence, Nicholas really asked. Although he and Brando were standing opposite each other a few hours ago, he had no prejudice against Brando. Instead, he admired Brando's calmness in dealing with demons.

There are not many young swordsmen like Eruin. He seems to see the era of sword learning from Brando, but Brando's achievement must be higher than him. Yanfa Jianhao, who is almost a generation of Brando's father, is not jealous. Only comfort.

How to kill it.

This is a core issue for Brando. He looked up through the rain to watch the red tide sweeping across the turquoise meadow. You can feel a slight shudder even from the ground. The witch and all others beside him were only twenty or thirty in total. There were also many wounded and debilitated personnel, as well as non-combatants such as Antitina and Dilferi.

If we say that such a group of people can kill a **** road from the demon army. Brando himself would not believe it. It is just a joke to use perseverance to defeat the opponent.

Now there is only one chance.

The cape of the king of giants Punic has about thirty breaths left, which is about one minute. This giant's cloak can hold several people without problem. The problem is that one minute is definitely not enough for them to reach another portal from this portal.

Although the distance of two kilometers is not too far, it is walking through the army of demons.

"The soldiers are divided in two ways." Brando thought for a while and finally answered. His purpose was simple, using one team as cannon fodder to attract the demon's attention, while the other team used Bourbon's cloak to **** Antitina and Shire to the third portal.

He recounted his thoughts briefly, and Nicholas and Relder understood it. The head of the Legionnaires' White Legion considered for a moment: "This is indeed the only way to go now, but I don't know how Mr Brando intends to group it?"

Brando was silent, but he had a plan in mind.

Because of the existence of the cloak of the king of giants. The staffing of this team can actually be very simple. First of all, Antitina and Shir must be included as a ‘demolition’ team, and one must be able to deal with the long-horned demon next to the portal.

Brando's best candidates were Antietina, Shire, Nicholas, Dilferi, Her Royal Highness, and Garlock and Sugar Bowl. Of course Brando did not deny that he joined His Royal Highness because of his selfishness, but in any case. His Royal Highness died here. Then everything he did before would become meaningless.

In that case, he might as well come to Ampelsel. Then history will follow the previous trajectory, there will be no invasion of demons.

Only the true future of Eruin, everything that happens today, and the dead will appear valuable.

As for the sugar jar and Garlock's reason for joining is even simpler, he would never let a comatose girl lose her combat power to die. Besides, she had saved him and the princess before. And the old wizard who lost his combat power was out of almost the same considerations.

As soon as Brando said his thoughts, he was silent for four weeks. Indeed, who can die willingly? At least Brando himself would not be so reconciled. Because the meaning of taking a risk is completely different from this one, their mission this time is to die.

He looked up, looking at all the faces in the rain that weren't real-like in Sword of Amber, looking at the faces of every like-minded comrade who left in the crimson valley. same.

"Sorry, but we have no way back," Brando replied, "I hope that you will help me at least one last time. I don't want to lie. I'm here today. In the best case, we may win, in the worst case. At least I hope to die with you. "

Brando doesn't think he has the right to ask anyone to die for a purpose, no matter how lofty it is. Half of his soul comes from modern times, and his mind has long been rooted in some deep-rooted thoughts, as if all human beings are created equal.

At that moment, for the first time, he felt that some players' ideas did not seem to fit the world. Because he can't treat everyone as an NPC, they are living lives. Even today he is used to taking risks like a player, but until this adventure involves everyone.

Her Royal Highness is not His Royal Highness, and Eruin is not Eruin alone. Maybe he knows all of this is correct, but ideally, in reality, he may not have the power to help others choose.

Especially for those who have lived on this land for generations, perhaps survival is the most important choice. Until this moment Brando suddenly understood that this was not a shake but a maturity like never before.

To make a difference and gain. At least learn to take responsibility first.

In the face of real death. Brando finally understood this.

It was only now that he suddenly understood what Relder thought. He could not help but glance at the former head of the old White Lion Legion.

Relder was watching him too.

There is only appreciation in the eyes of the elderly.

Relder was silent in his heart, because the old man suddenly realized his mistake. If it's just to survive, what else is necessary for this ancient kingdom to exist? The Eleuins were also descendants of the King of Fire. They left Cruz to resist the tyranny of the nobility.

If such an ideal cannot be maintained, what does the existence of Eruin mean in itself?

Whether it's Brando right now. Or the young people of the White Lion Legion. They are the best people in this kingdom. Their ideals are so similar that they should not fight each other.

In fact, Brando also expected something wrong. That's the world here, not the world he was originally in. Here, some of his thoughts that everyone does not agree with--

The knights stared blankly at the young lord.

They really couldn't think of any need for him to apologize to them. The noble act shining at this moment was enough to make Eruin re-establish the flag, and it was Brando who brought it all. As if to make them back to the time when the shining flag was still shining on the plain.

What's wrong with him--

Everyone felt such respect, and Brando told them that it was not he who led them to become heroes. Instead, they chose to follow this path, and he gave glory to everyone.

What else do they complain about?

There is only endless reverence in everyone's mind. When Master Martha is giving life a spirit. Give them the highest quality. However, at this moment, such qualities shone in the heavy rain. The mother's expectations seemed to be on everyone.

"Lord Lord, please don't say that." The knights couldn't help answering: "If we still have complaints, how will the sages of Eruin think of us?"

"The most noble acts are here, and I will only be glorified by my choice." The old wizard also lamented: "Please remove me from another list, Lord Lord, you have no right to deprive me The glory of this old bone. Even if it is a wizard, there is blood, because I am still an Eruin. "

"Is there only glory for Eruin?" Templar Stephen took a deep look at Brando. "The sage made an oath on the plains of Saint White, and I will only continue to write the legend of fire with blood. "He bowed slightly to Brando and replied.

There is obedience and respect in this standard cavalry.

It was a footprint that followed the King of Flames, the ardent believer's respect for true ideals. Only the same people can understand each other, whether they are Eruin or Cruz, they all have people who pursue the same good affairs. What he wanted to prove was only that.

Barbassa didn't answer, just smiled mysteriously. Lord Dark Dragon was once called a fool, but the really stupid are just those vulgar people.

Brando was stunned.

The words of the knights were in their ears again. Like the vows echoing in his heart every night, those who seek like-minded people have such footprints there. Whether they are men or women, old people or children, whether they are strong or ordinary, the ideal is not noble or humble because of people.

Brando had thought he could only find those pure ideals in the game, but he found that he was wrong.

But now they are back again.

Right here, beside him.

Like the players who fought alongside him back then. Frustration, failure, and death can't stop their pace, others laugh at them as stupid, insisting on a piece of virtual data that does not exist. But isn't it true in the world itself? Nothing is born with a special meaning.

Everyone strives for nothing but persistence in his heart. There is no difference between high and low. Brando had no intention of refuting others, but if he could not persist in the virtual world, how could he not lose himself in the larger world.

Shrinking is just a sign of cowardice.

Griffith's crisp voice suddenly interrupted Brando's thoughts.

"It's a noble plan, but it's not perfect."

The half-elf girl took a breath and said, "The situation is now in front of all of us, and we cannot tolerate a chance to make a mistake. So we must do our best every detail."

"Mr. Brando's arrangement is understandable, but here only you are the one who is most familiar with the cloak of the King of Giants. The battle in the future involves the intermittent use of the giant cloak. It's been a long time since then. "

"Eruin can't stand such a failure."

"So I suggest that I exchange positions with Mr. Brando, and I will be the commander of this battle. Mr. Brando will **** Miss Antitina until the task is completed."

Her Royal Highness said calmly. Indeed, everyone seems to be aware of this problem. Brando proposed this plan, but the core of this plan is actually not a group of people attracting firepower, but how to flexibly apply the king of giants with a duration of less than one minute. The cape reached the other end of the battlefield.

This is definitely not a simple task.

Although Brando claims that the cloak is easy to operate, anyone can see that it is just because he wants to protect the highness of Her Royal Highness Princess.

Such selfishness will only make people respect, but it may not always be appropriate.

Brando felt His Royal Highness's so calm eyes staring at himself, and suddenly realized what the other party was going to say: "Wait, but--"

"I know what you want to say, Mr. Brando."

The previous conversation was only a moment, and the demon army was rushing in, leaving little time for her. Princess Griffin lowered his eyelids and interrupted him: "Although I have never asked what your purpose was, I can feel that sincerity. I thank you very much, Mr. Brando."

"But at this time, feelings are not the first factor we have to consider. If we want to choose between me and Eruin, I hope that Eruin will survive. I cannot represent Eruin, Brando. Sir, only its people can represent it. "

Her Royal Highness's words struck everyone, especially Nicholas and Reid as if they had known her for the first time today. Antitina grabbed Brando's sleeve, as if at this moment she understood why Brando had to make that choice.

But what she didn't understand was.

Why Brando seemed to know all this beforehand.

Brando looked at Her Royal Highness, and His Royal Highness continued, "So please guarantee that you must succeed."

"His Royal Highness," Brando couldn't help but say.

But Princess Griffin turned her head back and fell on the young girl, and her long silver hair was stuck to her shoulder. She looked up at the others:

"Eru, because the future king is too young to personally lead you to kill the enemy, today, I will lead you to overcome all difficulties as Princess Regent."

"This is my glory, my responsibility, and no one can take it away."

"If I die here today, let me say at least one last time—"

"Korkova's blood shed for Eru."

In the silence, the knights suddenly shouted:

"Long live the princess!"

"Long live the regent!"

"Long live the Kingdom of Elune!"

The voice echoed in the heavy rain, and Brando found himself unable to say a word. The five words of Princess Regent landed in his heart like thunder and lightning. The history overlapped so wonderfully, in the same heavy rain, and her proud princess.

An almost unchanged declaration. Her stubbornness and stubbornness will always be so bright and shining.

It was as if he had never faded from his heart.

Perhaps this is destiny.

Brando thought.

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