Vol 2 Chapter 27

Act twenty-seven

As soon as Freya spoke, Brando understood her thoughts. However, he also calmed down. At least sixty hidden tasks he had personally experienced three. He knew more and could not take risks for one of them.

He almost did his best against Ebdon, and faced with characters above the sixties level, there was no death at all.

And he thought of another question. After the end of the first Black Rose war, Madara's army slowly withdrew from the territory of Eruin in the following month, and the control of the area by the undead continued in fact until mid-August. Until that time, the area was almost deserted.

The undead must not be able to explore this valley, even if they don't have the ability, the fourteen ring lightning at the door can make them retreat.

In other words, at least until mid-August, he still has a lot of time to use. Thinking of this, he picked up the earrings, then backed off and patted the girl's shoulder: "Let's go back."

"Brando?"

"There are still many opportunities to take risks, but Freya and I have only had one life," Brando smiled. "You're right, I have some problems with my mentality--"

He sighed again, knowing that it was because he always felt that time was too tight. At the end of July, the Black Rose war ended. In September, Eru first appeared due to civil unrest, and then a coup in November. Even from now on, he has only five months.

Brando had no intention of changing history, but he had to protect Roman and Freya and at least have basic strength.

It is precisely because he knows how the world will be chaotic. Justice and axiom have long been destroyed by war. To survive in this troubled world, he has to do something.

Freya and Roman may not understand, even those who are now following him, but Brando sometimes can't help thinking, and the prophet also has the troubles of the prophet-the kind of knowing but unable to change The sense of powerlessness is far stronger than the average person.

Freya flushed. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," Brando replied.

He retracted his sword, walked out of the rocky ground, and motioned for Freya to follow.

The two had just left, and two people slowly came out of the dark place in the gap between the rocks, one tall and one short.

The taller was like a woman, wearing an oddly white robe with blue feathers on her cuffs, chest, and shoulders. But it is similar to the desert robes of the Quirodians-the waist is narrow, but the sleeves and trousers are abnormally large. She has long silver hair, her eyes are teal like the deepest lake, and her face has two red patches, but there is no extra expression.

She stared at Brando and Freya's back and looked for a while before she said:

"Alots, don't you leave them?" Her voice was neutral and bland, like boiling water.

"Frofa, your aggressiveness should not be exposed like claws and teeth, otherwise it will be too unpleasant." The answer to her was a very interested voice.

The short girl is about the age of fourteen or five years of age, with long blond hair and a pair of dazzling twin ponytails. She wore the traditional leather clothes of most adventurers, but behind her was a tall, heavy iron box. If you look at the iron box, you can see the pattern of the five interconnected stars above. .

Frofa thought for a moment: "Why do you attack them, Aloz?"

"You're so boring, Frofa, that's just a little temptation."

"It's no wonder that your previous hit strength has dropped by more than 98%, and I'm still worried about what's wrong with the Golden Rule--"

"Frofa, I really don't want to marry a boring person like you--"

"Aloz, we are dragons."

"'People' is just an indicative usage. Forget it, I don't want to tell you this. The human man actually took your earrings away, Frofa, does he not know what this means?"

Kokochi snickered as she said.

Frofa glanced at her, but didn't answer her this time.

"Forget it, it's really boring guy. But I really want to see what they look like when they see that little gift. I can hear that humans are very greedy creatures."

"Don't you come to find the legend of the golden fruit tree, Aroz, why give them that thing?"

"You see, the legend of the golden fruit tree is not as interesting as the struggle of small creatures. I decided to give this adventure to these two little guys. Besides, I see that the human man is very good, maybe there is something about the King of the Knights relationship."

Frofa looked back at her: "Do you know the King of the Knights?"

Aloz coughed immediately: "That's just a saying, just a word, Frofa!"

"What idea are you working on?" The long-haired girl asked indifferently.

"Nothing, just a little test."

Arroz snickered again.

Frofa frowned.

When Reto saw Brando and Freya returning, they had settled the refugees and started to cook in situ. They looked a little far away from the thick mist in the valley, and they were a little angry.

After a night of war, both the mercenaries and the militia of the Self-Defense Regiment were exhausted. When Brando rode the horse and walked through the crowd, he saw many people come together in pairs and fell asleep. However, there are still some refugees who are actively giving food to those who have protected them. They wake up the sleeping soldiers and then bring the hot food to these people.

Brando couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw the scene. It can be said that if it were not for him, none of these people would be present. He changed the lives of these people, and these people changed more people. This is how history has been changed a little bit.

Although it is still weak, it is gradually gaining strength.

He and the veteran of the November war, the owner of the Red Dragon Story Club, whispered to him if he should leave immediately, but Brando glanced back and found that Charles and Sue were not far away. Place on a wooden box and slept soundly, and then look at the others, the entire camp was silent-

He thought about it and shook his head. Anyway, when he got here, he had already completed most of his plan. He didn't have to push these people too tightly. The time of the fairy town is infinitely static at night. As long as they leave early in the morning, they can grab the front of Madara's army.

After all, the exit to the north of the valley is almost on the beach north of the Jianshi River Valley, and victory is already in sight.

"Have you ever rested, Uncle Reto." Brando asked.

"Master, don't worry, I'm a mercenary. We are best at taking care of ourselves in such an environment." Reto patted his chest and laughed.

Brando nodded.

"So Freya, you can go to sleep too." He turned his head again, looking at the ponytail girl who hadn't closed his eyes for a few days and nights. Although Mu Sheng's words have the power to restore physical strength, mental exhaustion is still irreparable.

Freya shook her head quickly: "I can hold on, Brando."

"This is the order, Freya." Brando

"me……"

Freya couldn't help but stare. When she wanted to say, she had to obey his orders? Obviously she is the captain of the militia! But she looked at Brando, thinking that the young man had led everyone to kill a hero from ten times or even a hundred times their enemies. In the end, I could only lower my head and nodded.

"I, I see." She replied.

Brando didn't notice the softness in the tone of the future Valkyrie, and watched the other party leave, so he turned back and asked Reto: "Right, what about Roman?"

"Miss Roman went on horseback in front of the line just now," Reto said as he glanced in front of the line. He looked as if he had just witnessed a very magical scene.

"'Ride' a horse?" Brando didn't notice the other's look, he just asked in confusion. He was wondering if the dead girl had tied herself up to go crazy again? He couldn't help but wonder if there would be no lessons at one and a half. The future business lady missed the scar and forgot the pain?

But before he could think about it, he heard a greeting rang from behind him: "Oh, Brando, are you back?"

The sound was so attributed that at first I knew it belonged to a carefree young lady.

He turned back, just to see a merchant lady riding on his horse with a smug look running in front of him. Brando took a closer look-did this guy really learn?

"How did you learn it?" He was surprised next time. He could learn riding in a flash because he had a game system as a cheat, but what happened to Roman?

"Because Romain is a businessman." Romain stopped the horse in front of him, aimed at him, and replied with a smug look.

"What does this have to do with the merchant?"

"Oh? Doesn't it matter?" Roman stunned and couldn't help but stare. "But shouldn't merchants always ride horses?"

"I have to say, Miss Roman, most of the merchants don't ride horses," Reto said aside.

Romain's pair of little eyebrows frowned at once: "Yes, is that so?-It doesn't matter, Romain is a better businessman, Brando, are you right?"

"Yes." Brando was too lazy to take care of her, he thought that this might be the so-called compensation given by the heavens. If someone has an abnormal head, he will naturally be more blessed--about the so-called silly man's own silly truth Where it is. He glanced at each other angrily, and then dismounted and ordered: "Little Roman, since you are so free, accompany me to the camp--"

"Okay, Brando." Miss Merchant looked with great interest.

"Do you need me, sir?" Reto asked as he turned his horse's head.

Brando took a sigh of blood and did not spit it out. He said uncle whether you should be so active as a light bulb, but he also knew that Reto was kind and refused, and nodded in depression.

But he just got off the horse, and suddenly felt something different in his pockets. It's okay not to look at it. At a glance, his face suddenly changed. He subconsciously thought that he had an illusion, and then closed the **** pack and opened it again.

Brando now believed that he must have had an illusion.

Why is there such a thing in his pockets?