Vol 3 Chapter 112

Chapter 121 Tonigel and the Young Lord (Twelfth) (Second)

After deciding on the itinerary, Brando's plans for a journey in the Black Forest were intensively prepared.

But instead of leaving immediately, he waited for a few more days. After confirming that Palas had indeed contracted his defense, Brando was confident in pursuing his plan.

On this day of travel, he came to a courtyard in his castle--

"Your swordplay has improved again."

Kuran bent down, picked up the sword, and put it back on the weapon rack in one corner. The old swordsman looked enviously or reluctantly at Brando, but he looked forward to it: "Old, not your opponent."

Brando wasn't humble, he just smiled peculiarly with the youth.

Since that discussion, Brando's travel schedule has been approximately one day a day, and everyone is preparing for this trip, but he himself seems a bit leisurely.

The battle took ten minutes, and he finally won. The young man wasn't too surprised. After the underground war, and the female knight Otales was dialed up every day, his sword skills were thousands of miles away, and he couldn't speak the same day when he first met with Kuran.

Military swordsmanship stays at the 16 + 2 level, after which there is no further advancement, and the channel of skill experience has also become gray. Brando knows that this sword art has reached the upper limit-after the peak of the master's realm, the only thing you can do is to rely on repeated practice or one day's epiphany.

Today, Brando wears a black Cruz travel suit. This kind of clothing has developed from the Tatar warrior culture. It is usually some kind of wool fabric and a shirt like a shirt, but the sleeves and pants are extremely loose and the cuffs are closed. Harness, braces and riding boots-adventurers and nobles usually wear double-layer straps to suspend the sabre scabbard-but Brando is the sword of the earth , Like the scabbard of a broad sword.

With the sword in his hand, he retracted the sword and replied, "The times have changed, Mr. Kuran." Kuran raised his eyelid and gave him a glance, but did not connect.

Kuran did not interface, but Brando did not press further. He took out a piece of cloth and gently wiped his love sword, remembering what happened a few days ago-

The meeting with the druids was quite harmonious. Andrew has not returned to the ring of trade winds yet. Another elder named 'Gray Crow' came. The gray crow symbolizes the elves in the storm, and can use this title as a code name, at least to explain that the elder is good at druid spells in the field of wind. The field of wind represents the sky. Enjoy a high status in the organization.

So Brando guessed that the other party might not be the ordinary elder of Andrew's outer ring, but an inner druid.

Druids' connection to each other comes from a secret organization, commonly known as the Druid Rally. The structure of this organization is ring-shaped. The inner ring is called the Trade Wind Council. Each member is a big druid. They communicate with each other thousands of miles through the winds of summer, autumn and winter.

Only spring is the season of Niya, and the druids must give up all the channels of the wind and not disturb the goddess Rize.

The druids did bring him an unexpected message--

The Archdruid Grey Crow told him that they might have found Valhalla, but actually had a little trouble. The ring of trade winds seems to be undergoing an unusual change. The rules in the Black Forest are once again arranged. The druids encounter fog and wind. Their proud skills of perceiving directions in the forest are also lost. .

The druid said that the trees there seemed to be repelling them, and if they were not hostile, it would be difficult to get out of the forest.

Brando only groaned and guessed what they might encounter. The power of the magic moon became stronger when the tide came, chaos was restless in the darkness, and even the forest was affected and began to show signs. .

This is a difficult problem, and there is almost no trick. The only solution is to force it in. But this requires strength, the Druids can't. Although the Archdruid also seems to have the power of gold, they know too little about Valhalla, and it seems that he must go there in person.

But that's fine, right.

He freed up a month and a half, thinking that it should be more than enough to arrange the trip, but just thinking about it, a sudden quarrel interrupted his thinking.

"stop!"

"I want to see your sir, I know he is back!"

"Less nonsense, the captives must have the consciousness of the captives, so much demand then!" This is the voice of the soldier.

Brando looked up in that direction—it was a dungeon, and then he showed a funny look, although this was not the first time he had heard a similar dispute.

"Well, you guys who didn't believe me! Last time I defeated that bastard, he promised, let me see your sir! If you have the skill, you can let that guy do it again, and I promise I can beat him!

"Oh!" The soldier scolded. "The commander of Colonelia let you, did you see that his sword was broken in the fight?"

"Then you let him change to a good sword to try with me?" The voice mocked unabashedly.

"Boy, do you want to be taught again!" The soldier was obviously impatient.

Then there were a few wailing noises. Brando quickly saw a young man in a white shirt escaping from behind the bush. The young man's light blonde hair was a bit messy and slightly embarrassed, but he was holding a Handle sword-the kind commonly used by mercenaries, Brando noticed that the sword was not stained with blood.

The young man escaped from behind the bushes, and saw that there was someone who was apparently stinging. He saw Brando holding a sword in his hand and subconsciously regarded him as a guard here, and greeted him without saying a word.

Brando froze slightly, wondering how to make people run out, but he had time to think about it, and saw the young man stab in a lunge with a sword in one hand.

The young man pointed his sword at his right arm, obviously he didn't want to kill him, but he gave out the sword very fast and his hands were stable, showing superb basic skills-this surprised Brando, he saw This sword made it clear that none of his four heads—Yuta, Clenthia, Tiger Sparrow, and Fern—are necessarily opponents of this young man.

"Good guy, military swordsmanship, at least level eight," Brando thought to himself, no wonder that Tiger Finch, Fern, and Clenthia had almost failed to leave each other. It seemed to be a personal talent.

He wanted to kill the opponent's sword directly, but he thought about it and changed the method. He planned to try the strength of this young man. Brando changed the moves twice in a row in an instant. He picked the sword up as if to hold the opponent's sword, and then flicked outward, attracting the young man's center of gravity.

Although Caglilis' offensive was resolved, Brando was very merciful and did not directly kill his sword. But he almost thought he was wrong. The ordinary guard seemed to be a master of swordsmanship?

But this resolution is impossible.

The young man thought that he felt wrong and bit his teeth and attacked again, but Brando opened the bow from side to side, and the sword of the earth softened and hit the opponent's left and right arms. It hit the young man back again and again with great strength, and finally he sat down on the ground.

"Vulnerable, but valuable."

Brando thought to himself that he saw the young man stand up again, subconsciously raising his sword, ready to see if the young man would have other swordsmanship, but at this time, he saw Caglilis dejected Throw the sword, and raise your hand cleanly--

"I surrender!" Caglios looked at Brando with light gray eyes, and he fully recognized the opponent's second shot-this was a master swordsman, he had no chance at all.

But he was only annoyed and wanted to know that he would not escape from this direction. Now he thought of his own initiative to rush to this young man. It was ridiculous. He looked at the old man aside, thinking that maybe he should rush out from here at first?

However, he saw Kuran staring at him with a smile, and then looked at the old swordsman's long fingers and countless calluses, and he suddenly felt in his heart that he realized his failure was inevitable.

"Who are you?" Caglios asked Brando curiously, and he let the soldiers chasing him from behind to tie his hands back-the soldiers were annoyed to hurt him, and he was naturally polite, It made him straighten his teeth.

Fortunately, the young man did not kill, otherwise these soldiers are estimated to have to beat him hard in the presence of the Lord Lord.

Brando did not answer, but looked at the other with interest. He looked at the young man and suddenly had a new idea in his mind.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" He asked.

"What are you killing me for?" Caglios asked, not afraid, "not good again."

"Kill chickens and tamarins, and use them to emulate—" Brando replied.

"Then come on." The young man held his chest up, "I blinked and I was not the man of Haberto's bang."

"So the man just cares about himself, regardless of your father?" Brando asked.

"What does it have to do with my father being my man?" Cargalis wondered.

Brando was surprised that he remembered that, in this world, his customs were different from his original world.

He looked at the soldiers again: "Why didn't you kill them?"

The young man shook his head and said, "Why are you a man who just kills and kills me? I'm much better than them. I don't need to kill them to rush out. But if the strength of the two sides is about the same, then you only have to fight for your life." He Answered frankly.

"But he is your enemy."

"I can't finish it again." Cargalis raised an eyebrow and shrugged without concern. "What's more, if I get caught, it's still me who is unlucky if you get caught--you see, like now!"

"You think about it." Brando suddenly felt this guy was a bit interesting: "Well then, do you still want to know who I am?"

"Did I just ask?"

"So what should you call me?" Brando turned back and looked at the soldiers.

The soldiers quickly stepped back and lowered their heads, saluting with one hand on their chests: "Master Lord-"

Lord Lord.

Brando looked back again, and sure enough he saw the young man staring at him with a look of stun. He opened his mouth almost enough to swallow an egg, and said incredulously, "You, you ..."

Brando nodded, his heart grinning, but his face remained calm:

"Yes, I'm the one you want to meet."

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