Vol 4 Chapter 44

Without waiting for Brando to continue questioning, he suddenly waved his hand and said, "Okay, I've done what I have to do. Brando, I'm glad to see that you can officially join us as one of us-this time a farewell After that, I'm afraid it will be hard to see the future, and the way forward can only be left to you. "

Brando paused.

Although he did not know that the elemental emperor would eventually leave, it was only when the other party said farewell that he realized what he was facing—a legend from thousands of years ago.

"Master Tumen ..."

"Hey, don't have to tweak. We are all big men. Besides, there is a guy from Saint Osor who teaches you, I believe you will not have a big problem." Tumen smiled slightly: "Although I am a little brain-dead, I am the best One of the students. "

"Humph!"

He snorted heavily after the wind. But she looked up, looked at the translucent Tumen, and could not help frowning. "Old man, I have a problem, too."

Tumen turned his head and asked with a smile: "You ask, my student."

"Did you ever die after World War I in Osopa ..." St. Osor hesitated, then asked.

There seemed to be a moment of silence on the platform.

But Tumen finally spread his hand: "This question, I'm afraid I can hardly answer you. Because of the history after the First World War in Osorpa, you know better than I do-when I left this image, the first king should return In Elka. "

"That was before marching into the Everglades." Saint Osor frowned at him. After listening to the wind, Brando said to himself, but remembered the history of the conversation between the two. In the Battle of the Holy One, the Four Sages did not actually have an army against the Dark Dragon from the beginning.

In fact, before entering the Everglades, the Dark Dragon was far from paying attention to these 'Dalits' from other races. Prior to the Battle of Osopa, the historical 'tyrant' and 'dictator' remained in Elka near the permafrost glacier, about this history. Even the players didn't figure it out.

For example, what exactly is he planning on the permafrost. There is no record in history. Brando can only say that the deer banshee said that Odin had invited Triciman to join him in fighting against mysterious enemies, and speculated that the other party's whereabouts might be related to this matter.

Subsequently, the Battle of Osopa broke out, and the Resistance invaded Demia. The victory of this battle became a turning point in history. Since then, the Resistance has grown and Bugatians and the Dragons have joined the war. Shortly thereafter, the news of the elemental emperor Tumen was killed.

Think of it here. He couldn't help but glance at Tumen.

"The Bugatians say they killed you, but some of the Silver Elves saw that you just escaped after being injured, and disappeared in the alfalfa field shortly thereafter." Saint Osor continued: "In the end we did not confirm you Is it really dead, but just to boost morale, Faenzan announced that you were dead— "

After listening to St. Osor's words, Tumen laughed: "My student, in fact, I am dead or not really heavy? Besides, if you use my death to inspire morale, in my temper, absolutely not It will be hidden from view-you know exactly what I will do. So don't you already have the answer? "

When the elemental emperor finished this sentence, the entire lower body almost disappeared, and it looked like a ghost floating in the air.

The elf sister looked at him like this. Could not help but clenched his fists. Silently responded: "I just want to confirm ..."

"You have confirmed," Tumen replied. The voice faded gradually: "Remember to say hello to Ellanta for me."

"She will definitely split your greetings in half!"

St. Osor watched Tumen's figure completely disappear, half a moment before he jumped out such a vicious word from his mouth. Then she turned back, looking at Brando who was stunned and staring at her, and couldn't help getting angry: "What are you looking at?"

Brando hurriedly shrugged. The grudges and entanglements in the War of the Saints had nothing to do with him, but it was presumed that Tumen was a teacher of Saint Osor, Gilt, and Fazan. When the three sages fought against him, I must have felt bad in my heart.

But when did the collapse of the Miner begin?

Brando certainly knew that era, when the Miners were as proud as the Cruzs of today. No, even more arrogant, because the territory of their empire used to be so vast that it includes today's entire Voend, today's Cruz, Faenza, Saint Osor, and Elranta, but in that era they were just empires. A small part.

But even such a strong empire eventually collapsed in an instant. To this day, the presence of the Miner can no longer be seen on the mainland.

Brando thought about these things silently, but didn't want to pat him after the wind aside, and asked, "By the way, what are you doing here?"

Sister Elven Yu looked around suspiciously: "This place should be on the edge of the Black Forest. What are you doing here alone in the wilderness? Is it just to see this old man ... old man."

She probably realized that the other party was dead, so her words seemed a little contradictory, so she changed her tongue halfway.

"Of course not." Brando shook his head before thinking of his purpose here. However, the matter was difficult to explain, and he could only answer ambiguously: "Of course I came for a treasure hunt. You saw it when you met Master Tumen, just because of an accident."

"Treasure hunt?"

Saint Osor stared at him suspiciously: "What treasure are you looking for? Show me?"

As a former hero and sage who has experienced the battle of the saints, she instinctively sniffs Brando's words for a false breath. But unfortunately, although the elf's knowledge of the wind after the wind is well-known, but can not help but Brando. I saw Brando take a few steps back, as if he was counting the steps silently, he took a few steps, and then walked towards the wall.

Saint Osor subconsciously thought that this guy was pretending to be a ghost, and she narrowed her eyes, but didn't expect that it was only a short while before Brando banged out something from the vines coiled on the wall Come.

"What's this?" The elf sister couldn't help looking at Brando's hand, and then she realized that it was something like a slate.

Brando only smiled mysteriously after the wind.

"This is naturally a good thing."

He sold it, and replied. But this time he did not lie, because in another history. This slate is indeed something that changed the history of Eruin.

And that's why he asked Freya to come with him.

In another history. This is the property belonging to the Lord Valkyrie. In this history, Brando naturally wanted to return it to its original owner.

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Tick, tick.

Noah's room seemed to have nothing but the boring sound of the clockwork's tight clockwork. This voice echoed in the empty room, as if it had been infinitely amplified. The shadow of the sun fell through the shade in this study, and the layers of shadow were printed on the carpet. Like a weird picture.

A pair of white feet, wearing wooden clogs, stomped on this carpet, occasionally destroying the mood of the whole painting.

Although Yura couldn't look at her, she seemed to have a gifted ability to feel everything around her. She walked quietly around the room, occasionally turning back to her husband with a mysterious smile on her face.

Those who are familiar with her all know the special ability that this future lord lady has—known as prophecy.

No one knows how terrible this lord's wife is. Only two months after living in the castle, no one dares to despise her authority.

The young man sitting behind the desk-or the future owner of the territory, the knight madman in Brando's eyes-of course. In fact, the young man who was real Aike was holding his cheeks with one hand, staring boredly at his wife.

In fact, since the war of Ampelsel, the whole world seems to have calmed down. It made him feel incompatible with himself. He said the pursuit of life. It should be hot-blooded, strong and weak.

It's a pity. Eruin-At least the south of Eruin has been irresistibly calmer every day since these days.

The only news that was slightly exciting was about the day-to-day tension of war in Dener's territory. But unfortunately, as long as Count Denel hadn't burned his mind, he would probably not have started his army in Lantonilan.

And after the war, Ambassador Lantoni Ran has banned him severely.

The young man couldn't help but sighed deeply and muttered, "Dear, what do you say will happen today, but unfortunately we have waited until now, and it seems your prediction is wrong again."

Hearing what her husband said, Yula wasn't upset. She turned back to Aike, showing a reassuring smile; because she was wearing Jiufeng's traditional clothes, she looked full of elegant and intellectual beauty, which made Aike couldn't help looking at it.

He coughed slightly and asked, "Yes, are you better?"

"It's much better, thank you husband for your concern," Yula replied. "It's much better. Lord husband, please be patient. At Jiufeng, raising qi is an important etiquette for nobles."

"But it has been waiting for hours."

As soon as Ai Ke's voice fell, the door opened with a click. He raised his head slightly, only to find the expressionless Makaro standing outside the door.

"Master Marcaro, why are you here?" He frowned. But Macaroo interrupted him first: "Don't ask so much, Aiko, Fir has received a letter. One is for you."

"His Royal Highness?" Asked Yura.

"Ha, Lord Count Tonigel!" But Alcoa had already jumped excitedly. "Great, I knew he would never forget me!"

"Come and write to me, Lord Makaro-yes, what's in the letter?" But he was a bit sensible, and he finally knew to stop and ask the contents of the letter.

Marcaro glanced at him and shook his head. The future Grand Duke Lantoniland grew up in the mountains. Although he has barely received some aristocratic education, he is still a mercenary in his bones. And the minds of the knights are messy.

It was a headache for him that he didn't understand how he could teach such a heir to the lord. He groaned a little before he replied calmly: "The letter says, let's go to Wallenburg-"

"Wallendenburg?" Aiko stunned, as if suddenly reacting: "Isn't that the home of Archduke Viero, wait, Lord, what are they going to do in the province of Viero? Let Denel still be Fight? "

Makaro stared at him silently.

The young man seemed to finally realize that he had said something wrong, and coughed quickly: "That, ... the news for Dennell is ... Yula told me. I have never been out!"

"Master Fujun ..." Yura couldn't help but sigh heavily. This selling teammate also sold too decisively.

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