"Brando, what Roman said may be true." Freya reminded at the side.
Of course, Brando knew that what Roman said might be true. He had already seen her keen perception. But he said to himself that I was just joking to relax the atmosphere. If you, the future Valkyrie, are always so serious,
You will age quickly.
He couldn't help but look back at Roman, and the business lady also looked back at him. To be honest, her curious eyes were really embarrassing sometimes - especially for people with evil intentions.
However, Brando liked this girl from the bottom of his heart, so it was different in his eyes. Instead, he found her surprisingly cute.
He thought for a moment, turned around and replied: "Let's stop here for a while."
"Stop for a while?" Freya asked: "But Madara's army is right behind us. It will arrive two or three hours behind us at most. We don't have much time, Brando."
But Brando took out the seal ring from his pocket, waved it in front of them, and replied: "It's midnight now, and there will be martial law in the city. This alone doesn't mean much. If we are regarded as Madara's spies,
, then it’s all over, you know.”
"Then, what should we do?" Freya originally thought that her efforts should be at least somewhat useful.
Brando glanced at her. In fact, he knew very well that he was talking nonsense. If Lidenburg did not discover Madala's invasion? That is not necessarily the case! How could the nobles ignore their own safety? They were just more willing to
Huddle in the city and wait for help.
He remembered that in the year of the Cave Beast in history (342), the Blood Staff swept across the eastern part of Karasu, leaving no grass growing wherever the undead army passed. The Lord of Silver Horse City ordered the city gates to be closed tightly and ignored the requests for help in the eastern reclamation area, resulting in a large number of
Poor farmers migrated westward, and as a result, that area remains barren and uninhabited.
But even so, these lords were not criticized in any way afterwards, or it could be said that the royal family had been unable to point fingers at the lords long before Obergu VII came to the throne. This happened in the Karasu Province in the north of the Golan-Elsen region.
Roman and Freya didn't know about it, but Brando knew it very well.
He couldn't say, but his plan was actually to help Roman rescue her aunt - of course he would try his best to rescue as many people as possible if given the chance; but as for reporting the news to the garrison at Fort Reeden, he had no hope at all.
Brando never sees himself as a savior.
Expecting those nobles to understand people's words is worse than expecting a sow to climb a tree. In the old Eruin era, players had conflicts with those arrogant nobles more than once in the game, and even in the December coup,
Players are directly involved.
Brando has never had a good impression of these guys.
But then he thought about it, Freya might not have the same opinion as him. He couldn't help but look at the other person again. In the end, this country girl who was holding a sword and staring at the brightly lit Ridenburg below still trusted him in his heart.
There is nothing wrong with protecting this country, but he is worried that she will act impulsively at critical moments.
But if he told the truth, Freya might not necessarily believe him, and it would only cause differences between the two. Brando didn't want to argue. He thought about it, and suddenly he had a clue. Of course, the necessary preparations still need to be made.
made.
He pretended to think for a moment and replied: "I thought about it, and it seems that we have no choice. After all, we are the people of Eruin, so we cannot completely avoid risks."
"However," he paused: "We still have to be fully prepared."
Brando's righteous words made Roman and Freya agree. Even the attitude of the heroic ponytail girl inevitably softened. She looked at Brando with soft eyes and suddenly felt that this
The guy is not that shameless.
But only a genius knows that after Brando finished speaking, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was surprised to find that he seemed to have found a balance between Brando and his past self. He has never been a person who sticks to rules, but recently
But it seemed like a big hand was pushing him forward mechanically from behind, making him a little out of breath.
But as his strength gradually grew and his soul was baptized in the dream of the golden magic tree, the past feelings finally came back to him. He suddenly felt that he became more comfortable in dealing with problems.
There is even some agility that only belongs to Brando added to his way of thinking.
This feels good.
He took out the ebony gargoyle statue. There was still a small crack on the statue.
He turned back and said: "You also have to be prepared. Freya, turn the ring over. The flame agate in the middle is too conspicuous. Little Roman, you have to put the dagger close to your body. Those lazy guards are not
You will search too carefully."
"Do I have to turn my ring around too?"
"No need, no one will appreciate your broken ring."
"Brando, those people are the city's guards! Why don't you look like you don't... trust them?" Freya couldn't help but ask.
"It's not that I don't trust him very much, but I've never trusted him before. You will know when the time comes, but for now, do as I say."
Freya had never been to the city, but she felt more or less that it was making a fuss out of a molehill. But at this moment, after all, Brando was the authority, so she could only choose to believe it.
While Brando was talking, he took out the scattered things on his body. Mainly because before he had time to identify some small objects found on the noble's remains, he found that the pipe was an ordinary debris, so
Throw it away casually. And even he doesn't recognize the dark gray stone flake - this is actually not surprising. There are thousands of production materials, and it is normal for Brando not to recognize one of the minerals.
The last glass bead was a bit interesting. Brando discovered that it turned out to be a container after the soul crystal was consumed. In layman's terms, it was a magic storage item. The spell inside should be the ten-foot silence spell - this spell is in the wild.
It is a very appropriate spell to use to bypass some monster lairs when adventuring.
However, Brando was embarrassed that as a warrior, he did not have the ability to activate magic storage items. He hesitated for a moment before putting these items and cards close to his body to prevent them from being touched by the greedy city gate guards.
He looked up at the sky, it was still early.
The three people came down from the east side of Fendike Mountain, and there were scattered buildings along the way. They were mainly farms immersed in the night in the wilderness and lonely houses of farmhands. The farmland was distributed on both sides of the Song River, one after another, and there were
Several inns in the wild - the kind of inns only visited by passing adventurers and those engaged in shady business.
Of course, in fact, except for players, most adventurers themselves are not very clean. Not to mention players, most NPCs also confuse them with tomb robbers.
They walked in the fields for about an hour, and the towering city walls of Reedenberg seemed to suddenly appear in the night ahead. There was a brazier on the suspension bridge under the tower, and the firelight shone dozens of meters away. Brandov said
Rhea and Roman slowed down, and then slowly walked out of the darkness at the edge of the fire.
The guards on the tower were talking to each other, and there was a faint grunt. Brando was surprisingly sensitive to these sounds. He frowned and guessed that there were about seven to eight people on the tower.
As soon as the three of them appeared, the conversation stopped.
"Who are you?" The vigilance lasted for a short time, and then a soldier wearing a pointed helmet popped up from the tower and shouted down. Roman raised his head, squinted his eyes, and saw clearly that there was a figure on the pointed helmet.
Black pine mark.
Brando said that the black pine mark indicated that they were local troops. The soldiers of the White Mane Legion should be the logo of a bunch of wolf feathers. Sure enough, Brando knew everything, she thought.
"A man and two women. We came from the forest, sir, and we saw some strange things. My wife and I were frightened and wanted to go to the city to take shelter!" Brando raised his hands and rushed up.
shouted.
Freya listened in the back and was ashamed and angry. One man and two women were so vulgar! When she heard Brando say that they were his wives, she finally couldn't help but quietly stabbed her hard with the scabbard.
Brando's back, this hateful guy must have done it on purpose.
she thinks.
Roman doesn't care, she probably thinks it's good to be Brando's wife. Brando will protect her anyway, right?
Brando had a hard time saying that he could only make the guards relax their vigilance by saying this. As for what he said later, he, Freya and Roman all had different looks. They couldn't be called brothers and sisters, and the others were not fools.
"Are you armed?" asked the man from the tower again.
When Freya heard this, she nervously shook her sword. But Brando remained calm and raised his voice and replied: "How dare you walk in the forest without weapons now? Besides, I am a former militiaman.
master."
It fell silent on the tower, except for the sound of a long snoring.
After a while, a basket was lowered from the top, and then the guard shouted: "Take off your weapons and put them in the basket. Then we will pick you up one by one."
Brando nodded to Freya and asked them to do as he was told. Although his Thorn of Light is more exquisite, no one can tell that it is a magic sword as long as it does not activate the spell. After all, elven swords are still in the human world.
There are some rumors. After the weapons were handed over, the superiors sent down the hanging basket to let them go up one by one. Brando was afraid that Roman and Freya would suffer, so he took the initiative to go up first. The second Freya asked Roman to go first.
Then she was pulled up last.
However, as soon as she was dragged up to the tower while sitting in the basket, she saw Brando and Roman in the state of sword-strengthening, and two guards were walking toward her with their swords drawn from their waists.
"What's going on?" Freya was stunned and asked in surprise. She subconsciously cast her eyes on Brando, but she didn't expect that the other party turned his eyes aside and did not respond to her question.
Now the ponytail girl was a little panicked. She had always regarded Brando as the backbone of the team, but now it seemed that the only decision-making power fell into her hands. What should she do? Should she let this happen?
Are they being held hostage? Are these people doing this as a routine matter?
Brando, answer me quickly, what are you thinking, damn it!
"Arrest them all, these people are Madara's scouts!" But at this moment, Freya suddenly heard a man ordering in the corner. She was suddenly startled, turned around and blurted out: "You know
Madara’s army invaded?”
Brando looked miserable. Although Freya had grown up, she was still a little girl who had never seen the world. She was confused by just a few words. She might think that there was nothing wrong with this sentence, but she didn't know that Lideng was at the moment.
What the garrison of the fort was most afraid of was encountering people reporting from the direction of Butchi.
These people want to suppress the news to the city and wait until the settlement in the future so that they can shirk responsibility. Brando knows very well that they think that relying on the high walls of Lidenburg, they can sit back and relax, but they do not know that the war is developing in an unpredictable direction.
.
"Wait a minute, we are not scouts!" Freya couldn't help but distinguish: "We are Buchi's militia, and we have the token of Buchi's guard!"
But the voice ignored her at all and shouted directly: "Get her quickly, what are you still hesitating about?" The person who spoke came out of the darkness, wearing a set of black chain armor, and the feathers on the pointed helmet proved that
He is the captain of this team.
However, this wretched middle-aged man was looking at Freya with lustful eyes, thinking that he unexpectedly picked up a good deal this time. Of course he believed that Freya was telling the truth, and the militia armband was still there.
She was wearing it well.
But I didn’t expect that there could be such an outstanding woman in a poor and remote village like Butchi.
