Brando silently took Sina back to her sheath, thinking for a moment, and wanted to feel Mintai immediately. If Overwell is really unreliable, then Sister Bai Yan Xue is undoubtedly in danger at the moment.
But he kept his impulse in check.
Brando understands that this is not a time for self-rebellion. Tonigel must win in this battle and must absolutely maintain stability.
He turned back and looked at the young man.
The young man noticed Brando's calm gaze and could not help subconsciously.
"What else do you want to say?"
Brando looked at him and asked calmly.
"Wait, you can't kill me," the young man screamed. "I'm the son of Sarde Barbarossa!"
"It wasn't me who killed you, but all the crimes you committed," Brando replied softly, as if he hadn't heard him, "say the last words, in the face of Master Martha."
"No, I didn't do anything wrong!" Realizing that the mortal in front of him wasn't a joke, the young man finally panicked: "I'm a Bugat, my father can say nothing about the war in Eru, Wait, don't you understand? "
The young man suddenly shut his mouth.
Brando's slightly cold hand rested on his forehead.
"You, you kill me, this war has no chance to calm down ..."
"From the moment you hurt the Eruins, there is no chance that this war will be calmed down," Brando calmly replied. "I am sentenced for the murder of the royal family, Eruin's aristocracy, Toniger My lordship gave me this sacred verdict, and under Martha's testimony, I announced that you would be sentenced to death. "
The young man looked with infinite fear in his eyes, and he struggled violently, but with a bang, his back burst suddenly, and the red and white scattered.
The young man's body twitched and fell on his back.
There was nothing in the square. Everyone looked at this scene stunned. Although Brando also killed seven or eight Bugatians before, the shock was far less than this scene. Declared war.
Brando turned his head. Every pair of eyes on the square were staring at him.
He sighed, raised his hand, and as he moved, the crowd burst into turbulence, one hand. Two hands, more hands raised fists.
"Tonigel!"
I don't know who shouted.
Then more voices began to sound.
"Master Lord!"
People waved their fists and shouted zealously about the territory and his name.
Brando watched all this silently, but he squeezed his hands and made everyone quiet again.
"I'm not a Tonigger."
After a moment of silence, Brando opened his mouth. His first words made the square quiet again. People gradually put down their hands and looked at their Lord Lord doubtfully.
What does Lord Lord want to say?
Brando's eyes also looked at his people. Although he never put too much effort into the territory, what Tonigel is doing now is mostly due to Roman and Antitina.
Although the merchant lady is trapped at the other end of the world wall. The lady of the staff and Her Royal Highness were also trapped in Jean-Denell without any information.
But Brando wasn't ashamed.
Eruin is not just a hero. It is the efforts of many people to create today's scene, although some of them may never see it again. It seems like His Highness Levin Ornesson, as if he had been sleeping in defense of Egypt Heroes in the War of Luin.
Although many people are trapped in the quagmire, fighting and fighting against the difficulties of today and tomorrow.
He continued, his voice calm and calm, but enough to spread throughout the square:
"I'm not an Elson. I have the blood of the Highlander in my body."
"I'm not a Calderigo, because I grew up in the mountains of Butch."
"But I am an Eruin."
He reached out to everyone.
"You too."
"You shouldn't be proud of Tonigel alone. You should be proud of Eruin, because without this ancient kingdom, Tonigel is nothing."
"This is a land where heroes grow. Everything you have today. It's all the efforts people have made in the past."
"And all that Eruin has in the future depends on our current efforts."
"Did the royal party and the aristocrats of Eruin give you everything?"
Brando shook his head.
"Proud Eruin, why do you let others decide the fate of the kingdom, this is not a ridiculous court struggle, but the road to the restoration of the kingdom."
He looked at everyone in the square with a calm and profound look, and said to them:
"Eruin. Go, revive this kingdom, and it will no longer belong to those short-sighted aristocrats and lords who colluded with foreign enemies. This is a war that belongs to each of you. Deep pride on this land drives you to fight, and when you understand that this is an Eruin war, not a ridiculous fight between nobles, honor will belong to each of you. "
"And glory," Brando replied softly, "but to our country."
He raised his right hand.
"Eruin!"
Everyone in the square burst into tears.
They yelled loudly, as if they were about to devote themselves to this sacred war, and what kind of fire kindled in the darkness sparkled in people's hearts.
Rollint watched this scene deeply. It was a recurring scene in his dream, a shining banner, the battle of his parents, and Eruin in that dream.
Young Montolo was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he said loudly, "Let me follow you, Lord Lord, and I will go to Mintai immediately."
Brando only glanced at them.
"Go to Valhalla, there is everything you want."
In the hotel, Hainf and the female swordsman Claudia lay panting on the floor, panting, the Knights of the Black Armor had retreated long ago, they quietly listened to the thunder in the square.
Hainf suddenly turned his head back, but noticed that the female swordsman's faint gaze was staring at himself, his dark eyes were full of emotion.
He reached out and clasped the slender five fingers of the female swordsman.
"Marry me, Ms. Claudia, I will marry you anyway."
Heinf took a breath and said softly.
"But we only met once, Mr. Aristocracy, and I'm just a mercenary."
"Is that still important?"
Their eyes were silently intertwined.
Then they kissed together.
...
"Martha is on, the guys at Kanecki didn't lie to us. There is really a world tree here!"
A wizard couldn't help but exclaim.
Seventy-eight gray-gown wizards are standing in the bushes of winter, and they all stare in amazement at the spectacular sight in the valley not far away: towering giant trees stand in the valley, it is so huge And the slender, flourishing branches are even taller than the mountains, and the hills of Shavrund are just shallow mounds under its root system.
A city is looming under the huge roots of giant trees. A surrounding tall city wall, towers and fortresses, streets and buildings, patches of red and green roofs, the avenues leading to the hills radiate in all directions like spiderwebs. .
"Burning the heavens." A wizard shook his head: "I really don't know what those druids in the ring of the world think, how can they give such a thing to mortals, and look at their cities, it's horrible."
"It's the same with magic protection, it's broken with a poke," the other answered.
"Those mortals call this place the ultimate fortress. It's a pitiful guy. Their knowledge is limited to those house-like wars between mortals."
"At least it's pretty good here. This is the border of civilization. In this little kingdom, even units such as the dragon knights are difficult to send out in an organized manner."
"That thing isn't as good as the Greystone Ghosts that the Kanecki eliminated a few years ago."
There was a look of compassion on all faces.
"Well, put away your sense of superiority." The wizard, headed, said: "We are not to despise mortals, they are not born humble, no matter who our opponents are, we are only loyal to the mission, that's all."
The wizards have packed up their emotions, and the silver people are indeed born with pride, and do not need foreign objects to modify them. They understand their ridicule, but rarely take it seriously.
The pride of bloodlines is far more convincing than the achievements of the day after tomorrow. After all, the Bugatians do not need to compare with mortals to show their extraordinaryness.
Except for a few people
"But it's really too big here," a wizard said with a frown. "We don't have time to scan it here."
Although they still have the option to completely destroy the city with string magic, they can also achieve the purpose, but after all, this is a civilized world, and their enemies are not barbarians to kill tens of thousands of civilians by spells. The wizards subconsciously ruled out This option.
"Like us, mortals take pride in being close to the sky, so they build religious buildings tall and large." The wizard, who replied, "we started searching from top to bottom, and I saw in the canopy A square, obviously not a trivial place there. "
"How do we get over and fly directly?"
"No, are you crazy," the other countered. "That's too conspicuous."
The headed wizard also shook his head. He stared at the side of the canopy, where huge branches grew like bridges, and a spherical hollow formed naturally in the canopy, where countless silver floating warships were parked.
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