162 Act One Hundred and Fifty-Fourth Gray Sword Saint (Is this what I would say?)
162 Scene 154 Gray Sword Saint (I would say this is the second update?)
The stunned winter wolves are regrouping in front of the centaurs, like a wave of snow. They will soon gather together, swarm in, and mercilessly engulf Huade and his men.
Antitina, Kuran and Quinil all turned back to look in that direction at this moment, as did Odin not far away. There were not many Eruin knights and nobles left behind him, but at this moment it was obvious
No one can make a sound.
Once upon a time, Eruin had the spirit to pursue such a belief.
Count Odin subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.
He turned around and said to Roberon - I don't know whether it was God's favor or luck, but the fat man has been able to hold on until now - and said: "Count Roberon, I will leave the envoy to you."
"Me?" Robron was stunned: "Count Odin, what do you want to do?"
Odin turned back expressionlessly, his eyes burning with something that had never been seen before for the first time. He pointed the sharp commander's sword forward and shouted in a clear voice:
"Knights of Eruin——!"
"One day, will you watch your comrades fight alone and die on the battlefield?"
The knights were slightly startled. They looked at their commander and subconsciously took a deep breath.
"No, we won't."
"Because the lion's flag is flying high," Odin shouted, "the faith of the past has never died," he looked back at all the knights, "so follow me, you are the sword of Eruin -"
Odin turned around and entered the battlefield again. The knights shouted "Oath by Sword" and responded one after another. The green knights rushed into the wolf pack. They were the knights of Eruin.
At that moment, Robbern was stunned. He stared at this scene in a daze and couldn't even say a word to stop it.
Not only him, but even Brando was surprised. But when he looked at these people, he suddenly felt his nose was a little sore. This is Eruin's belief. Even if it has been deeply corrupted, but in the darkness
It still shines with that yearning light.
That's what so many people are fighting for.
This is also the reason why countless players love this land so much.
Many people wrote words like this on the forum: We are not strong, but we love it.
At this moment, Brando suddenly remembered the meaning of this country's name, because in the glorious past, Ek named this land Eruin, which meant the place of miracles.
If you don't believe in miracles, then Eruin will have no meaning in existence.
He suddenly felt that he could not say a word, so he just raised the Earth Sword in his hand:
"Ropal, break the queen."
The Fire Claw Lizardman Lord withdrew his gaze from these humans and centaurs, then bowed deeply to Brando, and spoke for the first time in so many days:
"The true meaning of war lies in practicing the honor of the warrior. As for what we fight for, it is of great significance to our Fire Claw clan," the Fire Claw Lizardman Lord lowered his head and said: "But no matter what, pursuing faith is an extremely glorious thing.
matter."
It raised its head: "So thank you, Master, for giving us such an opportunity and allowing me to fight side by side with such a group of people. The Fire Claw Clan will not let you down."
After Ropal finished speaking, with a move of his hand, the Fire Claw Lizardman entered the battlefield.
Brando turned around.
"Let's move on," he said softly to Quinier. After passing the last wolf pack, they could be said to have passed through the first layer of the trade wind ring, and the next step was within the storm circle.
The tree elf leader didn't say a word from beginning to end, he just nodded silently.
The team continued to move forward, and after passing the last line of defense of the winter wolves, the wolves in front finally became sparse. After several small-scale battles in the remaining time, the remaining people finally crossed the Wolf Pass.
The so-called Wolf's Pass refers to the desperate situation of wolves - after crossing the pass formed by the two towering peaks of the Kalanga Mountains, you enter the inner area of the Ring of the Trade Winds.
That is, within the so-called storm circle.
As long as you cross the wall of storm next, you will truly enter the core area of the Ring of Trade Winds. There will be no wolf trouble within the storm ring, but higher-level monsters lurk.
It is no longer suitable for large groups to advance here - in other words, the mission of the centaurs and druids can be considered completed at this point.
It's just that the team of hundreds of people when setting off now only has one or two hundred people left. Even the young people in his hands have lost more than one-third. This is still under the joint protection of Kuran and Qian.
final result.
Among the six young team leaders, one team leader was killed and the other was seriously injured. As a result of their bloody battle, this result is not without cruelty.
Not to mention that more people also paid their lives for this——
Count Odin, Ward, and the Eruin knights and centaur warriors. At this time, Brando couldn't help but look back at the mountain stream he passed.
In that direction, a light green beam of light flashed in the dark sky, and then finally disappeared.
Everything returned to darkness.
Brando didn't speak when he saw this scene, but he felt inexplicably lost in his heart.
Although he had known that many people might pay their lives in the face of wolf disaster, but when this actually happened around him, Brando found that he was not prepared.
He thought that after going through so much, he should have become hard-hearted.
He turned his head and saw Antitina's bright eyes looking at him. Brando was slightly startled. He didn't know what the staff lady should be thinking - was it disappointment?
In his eyes, Antitina's requirements for him were quite strict, or should be said to be expectations. This noble daughter always seemed to expect to see a more perfect side of him.
A perfect lord?
But Brando thinks that he may never be able to do this. He is him. Except for some greedy wishes in his heart, he can be said to be an ordinary person.
Compared to those evildoers who have no calculations and have every step under their control, maybe he looks more like a luckier guy.
Even in the past, he was not the best player or the strongest fighter, right?
Brando blinked and sighed.
But the noble girl seemed to be keenly aware of what he was thinking. She looked at him and said softly: "I think, in fact, there is no correct answer to some things, Lord."
"Huh?" Brando was slightly startled. He looked at Antitina. This was not what the noble daughter would say.
"I have also been strict with myself," Antitina just smiled slightly - facing Brando, her lord: "But I think, if I don't regret something all the time,
, will make people feel terrible.”
"Because no matter what, people can't transcend their own feelings. I think this is the nature of human beings," she smiled: "But it is precisely because of this or that dissatisfaction with ourselves that makes us transcend ourselves..."
"So following such a real lord, I will feel more at ease."
"You..." Brando blushed: "Do you know what I think?"
The noble lady put her hands behind her back and nodded gently to him: "After all, the Lord and we are actually the same kind of people."
Brando coughed, turned around and saw Quinier nodding to him not far away.
"Mr. Brando," the tree elf leader said, "Life is precious, so this kind of sacrifice is worthy of respect."
Brando raised his head and saw the pillars of light shining far and near in the mountains and forests, and suddenly said: "There are so many people here holding the flame of civilization in their hands. But how many people are really fighting for justice?
.”
He looked at Quinir: "In the final analysis, my alliance with you is just to use your strength."
"There is no such thing as a person with a truly pure heart, Mr. Brando," Quinier looked over his shoulder at the surrounding mountains and forests and replied, "How about I ask you a question?"
"what is the problem?"
"Mr. Brando, if you achieve your goal, and you only need to pay a small price to make the result better - for example, save the Green Tower - will you do that?"
"Why not?" Brando asked.
Quinier turned around, smiled slightly, and said in ethereal Elvish: "So, don't you understand, Mr. Brando? Goodwill in your heart does not require heroic words, but it is already the most precious thing in the world.
.”
"So I said, didn't I? If it is Mr. Brando, I think he can become an ally of the people in the forest."
Brando was startled slightly, he took a breath, and then nodded.
"But," Qian, who had been silent at this time, asked in a low voice: "Most people would think so, wouldn't they? If it were effortless..."
The older elf looked back at her, waited for a while, and then said: "How could this civilized world exist without the wishes of most people?"
"What...means?" The red-haired girl was confused.
"...If we don't have good intentions, we won't speak, and if we don't have language, we won't need to communicate," Quinier replied. He raised his head, as if he suddenly remembered Ward - they were already fighting side by side.
For many years, although we often joked with each other about who would make the first move - we never thought that this day would come so suddenly.
The tree elf took a gentle breath: "Without communication between souls, how are humans different from beasts?"
Qian was startled.
But others fell silent.
But at this time, a clear voice suddenly came from the nearby forest: "The difference between humans and beasts is that they are afraid of fire, while we yearn for light."
"The fire of civilization is burning brightly in the wilderness, illuminating not only the chaos, but also the human heart."
"It's just that for thousands of years, the descendants of the Flame King seem to have forgotten this."
Along with such a sound, a man slowly walked out of the forest with a two-handed giant sword that was almost taller than a person. He stopped in front of Brando and his group, then raised his head and looked at them.
The man raised his head and looked at everyone. His strange gray eyes seemed dim, but it made everyone's hearts skip a beat. They felt like they were being locked into each other's energy at the same time.
Who is this guy?
Kuran, Qian and Quinir raised their weapons at the same time, and suddenly a strong man appeared in front of them in the wilderness. He looked like an enemy but not a friend.
But at this moment, Brando was the only one motionless.
Because he looked at this guy almost in disbelief.
Gray Sword Master, Mephistopheles.
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(***: Chapter 2, here comes the Gray Sword Saint! Please vote for me~)