Vol 5 Chapter 230

A dusty, blood-stained hand stretched out from under the rubble, hitting a stone and rolling down. This hand held a crystal ball tightly. The crystal ball seemed to be inspired by some mysterious force. Now, the surface is shimmering, and a thin layer of mist escapes from it, covering everything around it. ● ⌒

The blood-stained hand struggled twice, then lifted a relatively large piece of crushed stone, which seemed to be a foam without weight, was lifted lightly, rolled down, and made a heavy sound.

Then a bang, the gravel and the broken wood were jacked up a large piece, and a dusty man was drilled underneath.

The man's whole body was grey and grey, with only two eyes remaining flexible and energetic. He looked around carefully and did not find the figure of the dragon queen, finally relieved.

This is Brando.

He thought to himself that the elven queen hadn't joked with him at least. The dragon orb in his hands really played a role. Otherwise, a thin layer of gravel and wood would absolutely not stop Gwendolyn. Search for it.

Taking a look at the crystal ball in his hand, Brando opened the waist bag and threw it in. Although separated by a layer of cloth, the mist-like water mist film that surrounds his body has not decreased in the slightest. Affect the function of this orb.

However, he freed up his hands, leaned down, and carefully held out Matisa under the rock formations. He was scratched all over himself, but the little silver elf princess was almost unscathed under his protection, which gave him a little peace of mind. He carried the latter back with his sword and looked carefully around.

This should already be the periphery of the patrol headquarters. Half of the fortresses have collapsed in previous battles-although the battle between him and the dragon Queen before was not a fight at all. At best, he stopped the dragon and chased Hipamila, and Gwendolyn hit him back.

Just this, it caused all that I saw.

Brando stood in the night, and looked at the scene in horror-the ruins of about 10,000 square meters, more thorough than the demolition, as if it were a masterpiece left by the later generation blasting group. The biggest debris he could see turned out to be the fountain originally used to inspect the vestibule of the Cavalry Headquarters. The 'lucky' was only split in half.

The spring water lingered from the cracked fountain, and it had flooded more than half of the vestibule, making it look like half the area of ​​the cavalry headquarters was originally a country of water.

"The pleasure of Her Majesty is great now. It costs a lot of money to rebuild, but the Empire is rich, but I don't know how she intends to explain it to the people."

Brando couldn't help but think with a bit of gloat, he thought that Gwendolyn really didn't stay at all, and the strong man in the state of dignity dared to make a full shot in the city.

of course. He didn't dare to confirm whether the opponent was doing his best. After all, there were legends about the sages destroying half of the city in the past. He just hated this feeling of being controlled by others.

Without becoming stronger, you can never dominate your own destiny.

In this era, he may have stood on the apex of mortals, but compared with the existence in those legends, it is still far behind.

Looking around for a week, no trace of Dragon Queen Gwendolyn was found. He knew the other party might have thought he had escaped, so he went out to search for his whereabouts. Dragons often believe that they take pride in their physical speed, and that they do not make arrogant mistakes once or twice because of such illusions.

He was a little worried about the escaped Hipamila. At that time, there was not much time left for the priestess. He did not dare to confirm whether the other party had escaped from the dragon's perception range. Brando contacted the other party with his heart and found There was no response.

His heart tightened. Several messages were sent in a row, but unexpectedly received Ropar's unexpected response.

The Fireclaw Lizard Lord is not far from him at the moment, in fact it is now located on the outskirts of Queens, just a few blocks from Brando.

Brando asked the latter about Hipamila and got a negative answer. It was known that the opponent had left the battlefield one step before the end of the battle at Hanlu Mountain Villa.

Seat a glorious warrior, Ropar. It does not often choose to back, but Brando's task is to protect the young lady of the flower and leaf collar, and as a qualified protector, will always be the first time As for the protector, the safest situation is its best choice.

It came to Queens early and waited to meet with Brando. Until Mayad occupied it, the latter carefully retreated to the west of Queens and did not choose to conflict with the cultists.

Brando didn't expect that this big man who looked a bit informal on such a weekday had such a meticulous side, he couldn't help but admire it, after confirming the other two words, he asked:

"Is Faina still by your side, Ropar?"

"There is nothing wrong with Miss Faina, sir," the Firetalon lizard lord still replied scrupulously, "we also met other people."

"Others?" Brando froze slightly.

"It's Ms. Veronica, and there are others." Because he had met once in the Ring of Trade Winds, Ropal only knew Veronica, but Brando knew from its words, Ropal encountered Sidney and his party.

According to previous Metisa and Hipamila, there is another big man who should also be with them. He knows that he is a man who has been in the history of the empire. He worked with the first emperor for decades. Until the order of the empire today, until their successor, the Silver Queen, completely destroyed it.

But in any case, this person can also be said to have changed the whole world.

He was the predecessor of the Empire, the legendary Nederman.

Brando sighed softly. He didn't ask why Sidney had arrived in Queens now, but just whispered to Ropal, "Ropar, you let them wait for me in place, Don't just head up and tell them that Queen Gwendolyn is nearby and wait for me to meet you. "

"Yes. Lord."

Ropal didn't ask who the dragon Queen Gwendolyn was, and he didn't seem to care if Brando had the ability to get to them. It was like a real soldier, only carrying out orders rigidly.

But that's it, it makes Brando feel more at ease.

At least one of his uneasy guys such as Murdface, Andreig, Shire, and even Miss Clergyman had someone who could command him with peace of mind.

Speaking of it, after ordering Murphy and Shire separately at the foothills of Hanlu Mountain Villa. I have never heard from these people again. Since seeing the mother of the tapeworm, Brando feels that the spiritual connection between himself and his travelling mage creature has become unsustainable.

Legend has it that the Dai people can manipulate the mind network, which now seems to be true.

Closing the spiritual connection, Brando exhaled softly.

The cultists, the rioting citizens, and the second-defiled Andesa and Mayad are clearly the shadows of the shepherds-and now the Dai people are re-emerging, and the dragon queen has also swayed outside. For a moment it seemed like everything was together.

"It's an eventful season. At the core of this empire, no matter what the ghosts, snakes and gods emerged ..."

He couldn't help but sigh.

Brando was actually not badly injured. The blow from the dragon Queen interrupted at least three of his ribs, thanks to his current physical strength. If he was replaced by someone else, it would be at the pinnacle of the rule. Mud.

Such injuries have affected his actions to some extent. Although life is slowly recovering under the influence of tenacious talent, fractures cannot be effectively treated, and in order not to cause the speed of Dragon Queen Gwendolyn. He didn't dare to fly easily on the roof, he could only limp on the street carrying Metissa.

He left the patrol headquarters first. Then proceed along an unknown alley behind the fortress, which he once walked once a few days ago, knowing that it leads to Sabre Avenue, which is the closest place to Ropar.

After walking on the dark street for a long time, Brando suddenly felt keenly that there was a slight breath on his neck, and he gave a stun. Only then came over:

"Metisha?"

The silver elf little princess gave her a fine voice. "Let me down, Lord Lord," she whispered.

"Are you okay?"

"No problem, I'm not hurt, it's just that the impact of the mind on a spirit body like me is particularly great, but it's not a big problem. It's much better now."

Meditha glanced at Brando with her back on her back, and bit her lip: "Master, you are more injured than me."

Brando put her down, touching his chest again, and he could not help but grin and grin, and Mattissa hurriedly supported him, staring at him with silver eyes.

"What's wrong?" Brando was puzzled.

"It's nothing." Matissa lowered her head.

She blinked, and the bright colors reflected in the silver eyes were brighter than the real moonlight, as if a soft layer of light was reflected above the pupils, but the colors were clear and complex.

When the latter thought she had nothing to say, the little silver elf princess said softly, "Master Lord."

"Ok?"

"Miss Qian she ..."

"What's up with her?"

"She depends on you."

Brando froze for a moment, wondering why Medisa was talking about it.

"You should feel it."

Brando was involuntarily silent. He could feel it, of course, and he knew exactly what that feeling meant.

"I think she will never get any response or promise from you, but she will never hesitate."

"I ..." Brando couldn't wait to scratch his head. Even when facing the Queen of Dragons, he didn't feel so hesitant and difficult to make a decision. Only on this question, he felt confused but had no direction. :

"I'm sorry, Melissa."

But the little silver elf princess did not show any anger and complaining, not even disappointed, but just said softly, "Don't say sorry, because for us, it's worth it."

"you guys?"

Matissa nodded, but her eyes did not seem to take it to heart. When she spoke again, she seemed to say something else:

"You are too soft-hearted, Lord Lord. In fact, I think Miss Qian should understand what you think in her heart, but she is not willing to hurt you, even a little bit."

Brando froze. He always thought that it was Akane who could not see through. He took care of the relationship carefully, just in order not to hurt the other side. In his opinion, Akane was betrayed more than once. He got a cold response here, and he was worried that the other party would not be able to bear it.

But he didn't expect the truth of the matter. He couldn't help looking at Metisha, and perhaps only as a woman could he understand such a gentle thought.

But he suddenly realized that Meditessa was not telling her intentions through Akane.

"Metisha, you ..."

The little silver elf princess raised her head and shook her head gently: "No need, Lord Lord. I just want to say that I am very happy. No one has ever done this to me. Actually, I don't understand human feelings. Because the silver elf's life was accompanied by battle, I was born with such knowledge, but I was no more fulfilling than I am now on the battlefield. "

"I think," she said softly, "Miss Qian should be the same."

Brando was silent.

The two men supported each other in the dark alley, and a ray of moonlight passed through the gap between the eaves, sprinkled on the slab path, and the swaying light gap was staggered between the two.

As if a destiny connection, the two come from two worlds, and souls of different ages separated by thousands of years are drawn to each other.

The two were immersed in their own thoughts, so that even the sword master of the blue came to them and did not even find them.

Veronica looked at the two little guys with a stingy look, and finally could not help but reminded:

"It looks like your relationship is better, but the little guy of the Dalus family, it's not good for you to be so rude, my students also seem to care about you."

Brando was startled and looked up suddenly, only to find that although Sidney hadn't asked them to pick him up, the group still came over.

But his gaze passed through the crowd first. What he saw was not the stereotyped face of the lady of the lion's palace, but an old and solemn face.

He recognized the person the first time.

The only prime minister of the empire, Nederman.

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