The vast land is sleeping in darkness, and there is no sound. The silence seems to be mourning for the souls that have passed on this land. The starry sky hangs upside down, and the shooting stars cross half of the purple-red sky, fleeting, as if symbolizing
Those names that shine brightly in history.
Brayson stood silently in the cold night wind, and orders were issued from his mouth one after another. The security team galloped through the ruins of Qingcun, wiping out those remaining enemies. All undead souls must be purified, everything.
The young guard captain felt that only by doing this could he feel better.
He looked at the time and saw he still had half an hour.
Zeto watched this scene from a distance. He shook the glass jug in his hand and touched the young man next to him: "Is your name Essen?"
Essen was slightly startled.
"My name is Zeto, would you like some?" He raised the flat wine bottle: "Pure Chehu fire wine, Ryans and I found it in a wine cellar. Unfortunately, I don't know if it will be available after this war.
I can’t drink anymore…”
He paused for a moment.
"You know, I used to have an ideal. I wanted to be the best scout."
"But I kind of regret it now."
Essen thought this person was extremely weird, but he was a little interested in why the other person regretted. A person would never regret for no reason, right?
"Why?" he asked.
"My biggest goal before was to discover the enemy, because discovering the enemy was my value. But what I want to do most now is to hide those villagers. Hiding, at least they will not be killed, but you know, I
There is nothing I can do—"
"this is not your fault."
"I'm a soldier." Zeto took a sip of wine: "When I saw that girl crying, I wished I could die on that battlefield like Cofinto. But I'm still alive, so I can't escape.
"
The young man was silent. For some reason, he subconsciously thought of Brando. He had the illusion that the young man who led them out of trouble again and again could lead them out of the darkness this time.
Maybe the hunch is true and all difficulties will be solved——
I hope.
he thinks.
…
Brando and Freya sat together.
To be honest, Brando felt that he was not good at comforting people. He thought that someone else might have better results here, but that damn Brayson actually left with a stinky face, and Essen also relied on
Deyuan refused to come - Hey, this is your captain, isn't it?
Fortunately, Freya quickly adjusted her emotions, but she kept staring in a certain direction in a daze, and her bright eyes were now full of loneliness.
Brando recognized that kind of loneliness. He had seen the same look in the person known as the Valkyrie - flowing with quiet sadness, as if it could never be resolved.
But he suddenly felt a pity. Compared with him, he liked the simple, soft-hearted and somewhat persistent Freya, the Freya who could get angry over trivial things.
But how should he speak? He hesitated for a long time, but the words seemed pale and weak when he came to his mouth. He had prepared several lines, but none of them was suitable.
Just when he had a headache, the girl spoke first:
"Mr. Brando," she called.
"kindness?"
"You said, why is there a war?"
Ah, he really hasn't thought about this problem seriously. In the game, big guilds go to war because of profit distribution, reputation or even just face, while countries compete for interests, sovereignty and territory, and wars can break out at any time.
Spread across the land.
In the past, he might have answered that because human beings are always dominated by desires and yearn for conquest and plunder, so they always conquer each other.
But after everything he experienced today, especially Freya's weak cry, it was forever imprinted in his heart and indelible. He suddenly found that this answer was ridiculous, because no one could surpass his own group, human beings——
Both weak and strong.
"War will always happen, we can only choose to accept it."
"We live in a very bad era. We can't choose our era. But we can try to change it," Brando replied. As he said this, his heart suddenly opened up because of his words: "Maybe nothing can be changed.
, but at least we have worked together with many people to realize it - such memories are already precious."
He thought of the days when he fought for Eruin in the game, many friends, many like-minded partners, many vows. Although it finally came to an end, at least he had countless memories - but he never regretted the loss.
.
That is the memory that belongs to Eruin.
It was so haunting that he could not forget it for a long time.
The girl was silent on one side.
"Freya."
"kindness?"
"You must love them very much."
"Yes." The girl replied: "After my father passed away, Aunt Syl has been taking care of me. They are proud of me."
"But why don't I? I love them more than anything else."
"It's just that I'm curious, why did God choose you?" Brando said.
"kindness?"
"Freya, if one day you become the patron saint of this land, have you ever thought about it?"
"How is it possible, Mr. Brando, are you secretly laughing at me?" The girl was a little angry, but her voice dropped again: "I want to be a good captain, but I only have so much power.
A little. I just want to fulfill my responsibilities. If it’s too far, I can’t do it.”
No, not only did you do it, you also did it well. Freya, you will be the last hero of Eruin, and the one that people will miss the most.
Be humble, serious, strong, and kind-hearted. God has given you ordinary talents, but it has also given you the most beautiful qualities and unique experiences.
Brando turned the ebony gargoyle statue over in his hand. He stared into the distance and sighed: "Freya, I don't know where you will go in the future, but I want you to remember something."
"kindness?"
"Do you know the word companion? No matter how far you go, there will be many people accompanying you. You will never be alone."
Freya was startled, and suddenly there was a sadness in her eyes. She thought of Roman, of Little Phoenix, of Essen and Makmi, and of everyone in the third detachment of the militia.
And, of course, Aunt Syl.
She wiped the corners of her eyes and raised her head to look at the sky - the night was divided into two halves by a fiery red curtain, Qingcun was burning, and the blazing flames in the darkness seemed to herald a greater catastrophe.
"Thank you." She replied softly: "Shameless Brando."
Our hero choked.
But when he turned around, Freya's eyes were bright, shining like stars in the night sky. At that moment, Brando suddenly felt that his existence was valuable, at least history was different, right?
…
Brasen quickly got what he wanted - food and medicine. Although the surface of Qingcun has been almost completely destroyed, it is not difficult to find these things - the undead do not need food or medicine, these things
It's just piled there so casually.
What's more, they also have Brando.
Although the three towns of Butchi, Webin and Qingcun are all within the jurisdiction of the Butchi Guards, the local young people who are familiar with these guards are really not as familiar as Brando.
Brando easily found the secret cellars of the two squire manors through his past memories. In addition to food and medicine, there were also supplies, pig iron, copper and even gold and silver. However, they could not take the extra things with them, so they could only keep them intact.
Seal the cellar well, maybe you can still use it in the future.
Of course, it is not Brando's habit to enter the treasure house and return empty-handed, especially as a player. The owners of these manors all died in this war, and they had no descendants. Brando knew that these manors were later destroyed by Mar.
The undead of Daala were burned to the ground - those secret cellars later became the most popular thing for players, and just finding one can make a small fortune.
This is why he is so familiar with the location of these cellars - players are always the creatures who have no advantage and do not get up early.
However, he couldn't carry large items, but he certainly couldn't let go of magic equipment. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he opened several hidden compartments - most of them were gold and silver jewelry, but our protagonist was very interested in those
Things are ignored. In the game, these are treasures, but on the battlefield, they are worthless except becoming a burden.
The young security deputy captain had a dark face and looked at him suspiciously: When did this guy learn the tricks of a night robber? But with his character, he won't let himself down, right?
At this moment, Brando brought out a set of women's half-armor from inside with a bang. This was a set of retro armor, with a bright surface with complex brass plating, and the pattern of black and gold showing that it was the year of the return of glory.
A piece of art in style.
But before people could take their eyes off this beautiful armor, Brando shouted again and pulled out an armed uniform from nowhere. Then he waved to Freya: "Freya, come here."
"Huh?" Our future Miss Valkyrie was slightly startled.
"Try this armor on."
"Wait a minute," Brasen couldn't help but taunted subconsciously: "Brando, you don't want Freya to wear that set of decorations, do you? Not all armors are used in actual combat, you know.
?"
Brando didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. He took the armed uniform and was about to put it on for Freya. But the girl blushed, waved her ponytail, took the armed uniform and said, "I, I will do it myself."
He was stunned. He didn't pay much attention to it in the game before. He and his female knights and fellow warriors all helped each other get armor, but he forgot that this was reality.
"What do you think?" Brasen couldn't help but ask when he saw Freya running behind the wood pile alone.
"What?"
"That's a work of art. It's too heavy. You don't want Freya to wear it to fight, do you? Besides, have your militia learned how to wear armor to fight?"
"Too heavy?" This was the first time Brando heard this statement. He couldn't help but look back at the young deputy captain of the police, wondering if he had water in his brain.
He didn't explain much, waved Freya over, and then helped her put on the half-armor. Then he asked: "How do you feel?"
“A bit heavy and not very flexible.”
The young people behind Brayson let out a burst of snickers. An obvious decoration - can it not be heavy? Of course, most of these laughters are kind, but there are also malicious and sarcastic ones.
Brando ignored them and said to the suit of armor: "s'taz."
This word is an ancient word meaning wind.
The half-armor was instantly shrouded in a layer of cyan light, and floated up from Freya's body with a splash, tightly protecting her whole body. The girl was slightly startled, and shouted in surprise: "This -?"
Brando turned back: "The wind half-body armor infused with wind elements, some people actually described it as too heavy. Presumably the elf craftsman who designed this armor will not rest in peace even if he dies, right?"
Brayson's face was as dark as water, while the young knights behind him were speechless.
