The hills to the north of Ampelsel connect to the relatively gentle area around the bay. There are large pine forests on the undulating hillside, and the forest is densely covered with shrubs. The edge of the forest is downward, and the view on the gentle slope is extremely broad.
But today, looking towards the direction of the huge gray port, the land was scorched black as if it had been burned. Three huge portals stood on the scorched earth, like three huge golden rings of fire.
Peeking in from the portal, you can see a world where lava flows. That is the river of sulfur beneath Jogendigang, and legend has it that it is connected to the Fire Elemental Plane, Scorched Hell.
Countless demons gathered around the portal, including the largest number of crimson-skinned little demons and the more terrifying horned demons. These low-level demons, whose status and intelligence were not very high, fought with each other near the portal, tearing apart humans.
The stumps are disgusting.
Then Brando also saw hundreds of hellhounds resting on a hillside, led by several hellhound leaders with three heads. In addition, there were several red and purple skinned ones beside the portal, except for the long hair on their heads.
There is a demon warlock who looks almost like a human except for the long horns. These high-level demons who are more cunning than ordinary people are watching the lower-level demons fighting each other with interest.
Such battles often turn into bloody battles, and one party may even brutally kill the other party. However, this is not surprising among demons, but is a common sight.
They were originally a group of extremely chaotic and twisted monsters.
Brando wore the cloak handed over by the princess and hid in the bushes to observe all this calmly. Only he could see all this clearly without the need for a brass telescope - Ampelser Port had become
A hell.
He sighed quietly, not thinking much about praying for the souls of those who passed away. Although those who died at the hands of the devil also had relatives, friends and even lovers, to be honest, if they didn't experience it personally, people or
More or less indifferent to other people's disasters. This is not human nature, but the instinct of creatures to protect themselves. To be honest, Brando himself is not that sympathetic, but he is here just to save what he cares about as much as possible
s things.
He had told himself this a long time ago. History asked him to return here, and his goal was to save this ancient kingdom so that the tragedy would never happen again. If he gave up this goal, Brando was afraid that he would be completely swallowed by this huge world.
All his confidence comes from the half-elf princess who is looking at the direction of Ampelser Port with her silver eyes slightly sadly. "What mistake did we make?" Griffith couldn't help but murmur to himself.
language.
Brando can't understand her confusion. Because this kingdom does not have historical meaning to him, it only has future meaning. Just like a princess who would rather put herself in danger to protect the Great Temple of Andfulo
Likewise, he could demolish the entire temple just to ensure her safety.
But can he understand it at all? For him, there is no right or wrong in the choice between himself and the princess, they just accept completely different views.
"The Eruin people didn't make any mistakes, but it was the Cruz people who made the mistake. Little princess, the justice that Lady Martha represents is just your wishful thinking," Babasha said with a smile, "The Supreme Being of all things will not do it because of
When someone does evil, he should be punished accordingly, and the result will only be given based on the cause. This is justice."
To anyone who lives under the rule of the Temple of Fire, this is pure heresy.
But Her Royal Highness the Princess pursed her lips slightly, but rarely refuted. Her heart was as soft as water but as hard as iron. Her hatred for the Cruz people had already made her full of doubts about the teachings of the Temple of Fire. But she
You know, you can't just believe in one word.
Brando actually agrees with Babasha's statement. Martha represents absolute order. The Temple of Fire understands it as fairness in a narrow sense, the Temple of Light understands it as serious self-discipline, and the wind elves believe that it should not change.
With a reverent respect for the law, the Airanta people believe that obeying nature is the way of all things.
But in fact, Martha herself is related to and has nothing to do with anyone. The witches believe in this point most clearly. They never worship Martha as a real god. They just respect her.
However, Babasha took the opportunity to undermine the princess's self-confidence here, which made him feel quite disdainful. The witches themselves were in trouble. Who in this world can really escape their own destiny? Babasha, but
It's just relying on one's old age. "Babasha, put on the crystal ball." He reminded lightly: "If you have anything to say, you can wait until you survive to say it."
The old witch smiled coquettishly. She naturally knew that her thoughts were seen through by the Dragon of Darkness. But this was not beyond her expectation. She took out a crystal ball from under her robe - although this action was really shocking.
Brando wondered where she had put this thing before - and then she put the crystal ball on the ground.
The crystal ball soon lit up.
Wood's unpleasant old face appeared on it. Brando really didn't like this high priest who had played a trick on him.
"Mr. Brando, Your Royal Highness, how far have you progressed?" The chief priest of the Temple of Fire didn't seem to be in the mood to ask questions first, and went straight to the point.
This question made Brando feel very ambiguous, especially when the old guy asked what he wanted in front of him and Her Royal Highness the Princess?
However, the flash of explosion on the crystal ball illuminated Wood's wrinkled face from time to time, especially at this time, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper. Although this spell has blocked the noise outside, it is not difficult for Brando to imagine
The battle there must be very fierce, and he couldn't help but worry about Freya, Caglis and the others. When he thought of Freya, he also thought of the merchant lady who had not heard anything from him so far, and he couldn't even think about joking.
It faded away.
"We have arrived." Brando replied concisely: "From our position, we are no more than two kilometers away from the portal. But there are many demons over there, and I will put down the anchor below. You guys think of a way to move me
Send those who need it over here."
Having said this, he suddenly remembered and asked, "I may need a few Templars. What's the situation there? Can they be mobilized?"
"Fortunately, as long as you don't teleport the entire First Fleet." Wood said with a wry smile, "I can probably hold on for a while."
When he said this, Brando knew that the battle on the other side must be very difficult. With the pride of the Cruz people, they would never say such things to rely on the Eruin fleet. It is conceivable that the battle on the other side has also been
We've reached the point where we are at the end of our rope.
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 and asked.
"I need someone who is not afraid of life and death, Master Priest——"
…
Garlock the Stranger stood on the side of the Victory, watching the intertwined battle on the ground without saying a word. In the slanting rain, the Dragon Knight, the Cruzian Pegasus Knight and the Harpy were fighting in a melee, and exploded.
The firelight illuminated almost half of the sky, and the old wizard was in the center of the battlefield. Every time the light of the spell flashed in his hand, it seemed like an invisible ripple swept across most of the battlefield, and countless harpies were shattered to pieces.
But soon, someone from behind called him, "Is this Mr. Garlock?"
Garlok turned back alertly. As the chief wizard around Grand Duke Sifah, the disappearance of the Grand Duke had already made him smell the danger. He took the initiative to participate in the battle in order to avoid being involved in the huge whirlpool.
"Exactly." He nodded.
"Can you come with me?" The person who asked was a beautiful female officer. Garlock's memory was amazing. He remembered that he had seen her once beside Count Yanilasu. And now the commander of the fleet should be talking to Cruz.
People are together. What do they ask him to do?
He hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
On different battleships, the same scene was being played repeatedly. A knight covered in armor appeared next to the flame-haired swordsman Nicholas, and asked with respect: "Is this Master Nicholas?"
"Is this the Earl of Yanbao? Please come with me."
"Miss Antitina, your lord wants to see you."
Soon, the seven pre-booked candidates were already in the flagship command room of the Victory. Except for Antitina, Charles and Delphiri, the other four people were all strong elements of enlightenment. Among them,
Nicholas the Flame and Garrok the Stranger are masters of the Side of Truth.
Brando tried his best to choose the Eruin people, because except for sober-minded clergymen like Wood, it is difficult for the Cruz people to truly understand the situation of the kingdom. Compared with the flame-haired Nicholas and the strange seeker Garlock, although they are not very young,
They were still enemies before, but they have become more reliable.
What's more, Brando knows that they are not members of the All-Union Society, so even if it is to prove his innocence, he will do his best. Of course, he will inevitably have darker plans, because if he fails, the nobles in the north will at least
Losing two real masters, Freya and the remaining Tonigel forces in the south might have a slightly better time.
Of course, this is just self-comfort that is better than nothing.
"Brando, you want me?" After listening to Brando's request, Antitina could still remain calm. She actually knew that Brando might borrow her knowledge in alchemy and magic, but
The Earl of Yanbao couldn't help being stunned.
What do you mean I want you? Brando couldn't help but sweat profusely, but he didn't expect the countess to look very happy: "No, no, I, I don't want to refuse -
But...but I want to ask, can I really help with such a thing?"
"Of course, teleportation requires magic power. Do you think now is a time when you can waste magic power at will?" Brando asked a little speechlessly: "I let you come, naturally because you are better than others and can do this in this way.
It’s time to make a difference that no one else can.”
Brando didn't say anything, because everyone understood the danger of this mission. The people who went with him were likely to be wiped out, or even the whole army was annihilated. For those who can face life and death, he did not
Don't be stingy with words of praise.
In fact, any praise pales in comparison to their behavior.
"So are you willing?"
"Yes, I am very willing. Master officiant, Mr. Brando, thank you very much for choosing me!" The expression on Delpherie's face was not fake at all. In fact, Brando also knew that this young lady was extremely innocent.
Nor will it be fake.
But is it so worth being happy? Brando couldn't help but wonder a little, wondering if this lady was also a person brainwashed by chivalry like Eco?
However, seeing the Earl's blushing face, he was too embarrassed to continue to undermine her self-confidence. He turned his eyes and saw Garlock, the curiosity seeker, talking to Charles:
"Are you the Ciel of the Pailosh family?" Garlok seemed not to be worried about what would happen next, but asked calmly.
"Exactly." Charles replied neither humble nor arrogant.
"The genius of the Highlanders, I have heard of you, but it is a pity that you are a Highland wizard. Otherwise, I would have made you my apprentice. Unfortunately, the Eruin people cannot choose their own destiny." Garlock said softly.
"Everything has passed, and I am no longer that Ciel. I am dead, but I have a new life." Ciel replied, and he smiled slightly: "Besides, the Eruin people may not be able to choose their own.
destiny."
"Really? I heard that you really returned to the mountains of Alkhash in the end. What did you see there? What did the Marshal finally see back then?"
Charles smiled but did not answer: "That's not important, is it?"
"Yes." Garlock, the curiosity seeker, seemed to have thought of something. He was slightly startled, but nodded slowly. Hearing their conversation, Wood frowned slightly, and he turned back to Brando and said:
"Brando, I have found all the people you want, except Mr. Nigel. Unfortunately, he has died in the battle." Wood replied.
Really? Brando was slightly startled. He didn't expect that the famous unshakable sword in history would die here. Historically, the veteran would not fall until the second Black Rose War.
At this moment, he deeply felt the changes in history. He looked at the remaining two Templars and was about to nod, but at this moment, a voice came from the other side of the crystal.
"Since the Unshakable Sword is dead, as a soldier of the same era as him, should I take over his mission?"
This was a loud, old voice, and then a tall figure pushed open the door and entered: "Grand Priest, what do you think?"
Wood raised his head and looked at the previous commander of the White Lion Army in surprise - but the old man had already taken off the White Lion's armor and was only wearing the most ordinary military uniform.
"Captain Reard?"
"I said, I am no longer the legion commander, the chief priest."
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