The overwhelming barbarian demons turned in mid-air and flew towards the humans near the second flame door, like a shadow under the demon's giant claws sweeping across the sky. Brando couldn't help but think of what happened when he watched this scene.
The great locust plague in Solaniland in the Year of the Trade Winds of the Second Age. The locusts that covered the sky and the sun at that time are a true portrayal of the scene today.
The second door of flame was completely disintegrating, disintegrating into flying fragments, melting into the heavy rain like countless golden butterflies dissipating one by one. Griffith stood in the rain and looked up at the scattered flames, and couldn't help but feel deep in his eyes.
With a glimmer of hope, the half-elf princess pursed her lips and clenched her fists.
But the remaining knights were still immersed in excitement, and their high self-confidence and morale seemed to make them temporarily dismissive of the situation on the battlefield. Only Nicholas and Laird were slightly confused, and they looked back.
Looking at Brando, they knew very well that Garlock had basically lost his ability to cast spells. Now if they wanted to approach the third portal unexpectedly, they could only see if this young man who brought miracles could surprise them again.
The heavy rain even covered up the screams of the devil behind the rain curtain.
Brando stood in the rain and managed to straighten his expression. Although he was not sure at all, he knew that he could not be pessimistic and desperate first. At least he could not let others see his hesitation.
"The only way is to find a way to kill them first." He replied calmly.
"How to kill?" the knights and Nicholas asked together, but unlike the knights' confidence, Nicholas asked sincerely. Although he and Brando were standing on different opposite sides a few hours ago, he
He had no prejudice against Brando. On the contrary, he admired Brando's calmness when fighting the devil.
There are not many young swordsmen like Eruin anymore. From Brando, he seems to have seen his own sword-learning era, but Brando's achievements must be higher than him. In terms of age, he is almost the same generation as Brando's father.
The flaming-haired swordsman of man is not jealous. He is only pleased.
How to kill it.
For Brando, this was a core issue. He raised his head and looked through the rain curtain at the red tide sweeping over the green meadow. He could even feel a slight tremor from the ground. And beside him was the witch.
There are only twenty or thirty people in total with all the others, and there are also many wounded and disabled personnel, as well as non-combatants like Antitina and Delphiri.
If you want to say that such a team of people can fight their way out of the demon army, Brando himself will not believe it. Using perseverance to defeat the opponent is just a joke after all.
Now there is only one chance.
The cloak of the Giant King Punic has about thirty breaths left, which is about one minute. This giant's cloak can accommodate several people without any problem. But the problem is that one minute is definitely not enough for them to pass through this portal.
Arrive at another portal.
Although the distance of two thousand meters is not that far, it is walking through the demon army.
"Split the troops into two groups." Brando thought about it silently for a while, and finally answered. His purpose was simple, to use one group of people as cannon fodder to attract the devil's attention, while the other group used Punic's cloak.
Escort Antitina and Ciel to the third portal.
He briefly described his thoughts, and Nicholas and Laird understood. The commander of the old White Lion Army thought about it for a moment and said: "This is indeed the only way at the moment, but I don't know what Mr. Brando plans to do."
What about grouping?”
Brando fell silent. In fact, he already had a plan in mind.
Due to the presence of the Giant King's cloak, the personnel configuration of this team can actually be very simple. First of all, Antitina and Ciel must be included as the 'demolition' team, and another person must be included who can deal with the portal.
Horned devil on the side.
The best candidates in Brando's mind are Antitina, Charles, Nicholas, Delphiri, Her Royal Highness Princess, Garlock and Sugar Bowl. Of course, Brando does not deny that he joined Her Royal Highness Princess because of his own selfishness.
To cause trouble, but no matter what, if Her Royal Highness the Princess dies here, then everything he has done before will become meaningless.
In this case, he might as well not come to Ampelsel. Then history will proceed along the previous track, and there will be no demonic invasion at all.
Only by truly changing Eruin's future, everything that happens today and the people who died will become valuable.
As for the reason why Sugar Bowl and Garlock joined, he would never let a little girl who was in a coma and lost her fighting power die. What's more, she had saved his and the princess's lives before. And the old wizard who had lost his fighting power
It is also based on almost the same considerations.
As soon as Brando expressed his thoughts, there was silence all around. Indeed, who can be willing to die? At least Brando himself would not be so willing. Because the meaning of taking a risk is completely different from the previous one. This time
Their job is to die.
He raised his head and looked at the unreal faces of everyone in the rain curtain - just like in "The Amber Sword", looking at the faces of every like-minded comrade who left the red canyon.
Same.
"I'm sorry, but we have no retreat," Brando replied: "I hope you can help me at least one last time. I don't want to lie. Here today, in the best case scenario, we may win, in the worst case scenario, we may win.
I at least hope to die fighting with you all."
Brando believes that he has no right to ask anyone to die for a certain purpose, no matter how noble the purpose is. Half of his soul comes from modern times, and some deep-rooted ideas have already been rooted in his heart, as if everyone is born equal
Same.
At that moment, he felt for the first time that the ideas of some players did not seem to be suitable for this world. Because he could not regard everyone as NPCs, they were living beings. Even now, he has long been accustomed to taking risks like a player.
But until this adventure involved everyone.
Her Highness the Princess is not his Princess, and Eruin is not his Eruin alone. Maybe he knows that all this is correct, but ideally speaking in reality, he may not have the power to help others choose.
Especially for these people 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 wavering, but an unprecedented maturity.
If you want to give something and gain something, you must at least learn to take responsibility first.
In the face of real death, Brando finally understood this.
Only now did he suddenly understand Laird's thoughts. He couldn't help but glance at the former commander of the old White Lion Army.
Laird was also looking at him.
The old man only has appreciation in his eyes.
Laird was also silent in his heart, because the old man suddenly realized his mistake. If he just wanted to survive, then what was the need for this ancient kingdom to exist? The Eruin people are also descendants of the King of Fire.
.They left Cruz to resist the tyranny of the nobility.
If such an ideal cannot be maintained, then what is the meaning of Eruin's existence itself?
Whether it is Brando in front of him or the young people of the White Lion Legion, they are all the best people in this kingdom. Their ideals are so similar that they should not fight each other.
In fact, Brando also expected one thing wrong. That is, this is Warnd, not his original world. Not everyone here may agree with some of his ideas——
The knights stared at the young lord in stunned silence.
They really couldn't think of any need for him to apologize to them. The noble behavior shining here at this moment was enough for Eruin to raise the flag again. It was Brando who brought all this. It seemed to make them return to the world again.
To that era when the glorious flag still shines on the plains.
What's wrong with him——
Everyone truly felt such respect. Brando told them that it was not him who led them to become heroes. It was them who chose to embark on this path, and he gave glory to everyone.
What else are they dissatisfied with?
There is only endless reverence left in everyone's heart. When Martha gave life to spirit, she gave them the most noble qualities. However, at this moment, such qualities shone in the heavy rain. Mother's expectations seemed to
Add it to everyone.
"Lord, please don't say that." The knights couldn't help but replied: "If we still have complaints, what will the sages of Eruin think of us?"
"The most noble actions are all here. I will only feel honored because of my choice." The old wizard also sighed: "Please cross me off the other list, because you, Lord, have no right to deprive me of it."
The glory of this old bone. Even though I am a wizard, I still have passion because I am still an Eruin."
"Does it mean that only the Eruins have glory?" Templar Stephen took a deep look at Brando: "The sages made an oath on the plain of Holy White, and we and other future generations can only continue to write the legend of the flame with blood.
"He bowed slightly to Brando and replied.
This standard knightly etiquette includes both obedience and respect.
It is the respect of a fanatical believer who follows the footsteps of the Lord of Fire and the true ideal. Only the same people can understand each other. Whether they are Eruin people or Cruz people, they all pursue the same beautiful things.
This is the only thing he wants to prove.
Babasha did not answer at the side, but just smiled mysteriously. The Lord Dragon of Darkness was once called a fool, but the only ones who are truly stupid are the vulgar people in the world.
Brando was stunned.
The words of the knights are in his ears again. Just like the oaths that echo in his heart every night, people who seek like-mindedness have such footprints there. Whether they are men or women, old or children, strong or ordinary,
Ideals are neither noble nor humble depending on the person.
Brando once thought that he could only find those simple ideals in games, but he found that he was wrong.
But now they're back.
Right here, beside him.
Just like the players who fought side by side with him back then. Frustration, failure and death could not stop them. Others laughed at them as fools who persisted for a piece of virtual data that did not exist. But the world itself is not like this, any
Nothing is born with special meaning.
What everyone strives for is the persistence in their hearts, and there is no difference between high and low. Brando has no intention to refute others, but if he cannot persist in himself in the virtual world, how can he survive in a larger world?
The half-elf girl took a deep breath and said: "The current situation has been placed in front of all of us, and we cannot afford to have a chance to make a mistake again. Therefore, we must do our best in every detail."
"Mr. Brando's arrangement is understandable, but you are the only one here who is most familiar with the cloak of the King of Giants. The battle later will involve the use of the giant cloak intermittently many times, but there is only one opportunity that is not sure.
It will be a fate that will never be recovered for a long time.”
"Eruin cannot afford such a failure."
"So I suggest that Mr. Brando and I exchange positions, and I will be the commander of this battle. Mr. Brando will escort Miss Antitina until the mission is completed."
Her Royal Highness the Princess said calmly. Indeed, everyone seemed to realize this problem. Brando proposed this plan, but the core of this plan is not actually a group of people who attract firepower, but how to flexibly apply it and last for less than one minute.
The cloak of the giant king of time arrives at the other end of the battlefield.
This is definitely not an easy job.
Although Brando claims that the cloak is easy to operate, everyone can see that it is just because he wants to protect the selfishness of Her Highness the Princess.
Such selfishness will only make people feel respected, but it may not be in line with the times.
Brando felt Her Royal Highness the Princess' extremely calm eyes staring at him, 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 only lasted a moment. The demon army was rushing towards her, leaving her little time. Princess Griffith lowered her eyelids and interrupted him: "Although I have never asked you what your purpose is.
, but I can feel that sincerity, and I thank you very much, Mr. Brando."
"But at this time, feelings are not the first factor we have to consider. If we have to choose between me and Eruin, I prefer Eruin to exist. I cannot represent Eruin, Brando
Sir, the only thing that can represent it is its people."
Her Highness the Princess's words made everyone suffocate, especially Nicholas and Laird, who seemed to know this Princess for the first time today. Antitina grabbed Brando's sleeve, as if she understood at this moment why Brando
To make that choice.
But what she didn't understand was.
Why does Brando seem to know all this beforehand?
Brando looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess, who continued: "So please promise to succeed."
"Your Highness the Princess." Brando couldn't help but said.
But Princess Griffin turned around, and the wind and rain fell on the girl, and her long silver hair stuck to her shoulders. She looked up at the others:
"Because the future king of Eru is still young, he cannot personally lead you into battle to kill the enemy. Today, as the regent princess, I will lead you to overcome all difficulties."
"This is my honor and my responsibility, and no one can take it away from me."
"If I die in this battle today, then at least let me say for the last time——"
"Corcova's blood was shed for Eruin."
In the silence, the knights suddenly shouted loudly:
"Long live the princess!"
"Long live the Prince Regent!"
"Long live the Kingdom of Eruin!"
This voice echoed in the heavy rain, and Brando found that he could not say a word. The five words "Prince Regent and Princess" fell in his heart like thunder and lightning. The history overlapped so wonderfully, and the same heavy rain poured down.
Among them, Her Royal Highness the Princess is equally proud.
A declaration that remains almost word-for-word. Her stubbornness and stubbornness are always so bright and shining.
It was like it had never faded from his heart.
Maybe this is fate.
Brando thought.
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