The story of Zongzhong. The silver-haired girl was silent for a long time, she pointed at her for a while, and then looked back at the sunlight falling from the tall arched window, and the sun outside was already tilting to the west.

"So what about the end of this story, Lord Verver?" She asked.

"The end is that the old minister is here to tell this story to Her Royal Highness the Princess, and its ending is not obvious, Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

"Yes, but there's one more thing you haven't talked about, Lord Odywell." The princess asked with interest.

"Qing"

You say, "He got a good thing in the process," but I haven't heard a word about this thing. The half-elf girl asked.

"Yes, Your Highness Princess, but the old minister remembered that he had made it very clear, and Overwell smiled slightly, and replied pretending to be surprised.

"Lord Overwell, do you mean the badge Alberton gave him, it's just a magic badge, and it's not a good thing, is it? I think that's what I shouldn't be talking about with my adult knowledge

"No, no, of course not. Your Royal Highness, Princess, why don't you think about it again?

The silver-haired girl fell silent, nodded her chin and thought for a moment: "I think it's still in the Valley of the Sage, I remember that there is a passage in this story that you described very briefly, and the mystery must be in it."

"Your intelligence is unsurpassed, Your Highness Princess," little Overwell praised sincerely, "but I didn't mean to be brief, but at that time I did feel two powerful auras lurking in that vicinity, and I didn't dare to approach at all." At that time, I deliberately reminded me, but I didn't expect to find out too late.

"Oh? Although you are not known for your swordsmanship, Lord Overwell, I remember that your strength is also in the lower position of gold, and you can't even get close to Lu? The half-elf girl was slightly stunned.

"Almost, but fortunately, it seems that those two powerful beings don't want anyone to find out about them, they should have done some tricks to make them retreat Olverwell replied with trepidation.

"So, a good young man must have gotten something in there," the princess thought for a moment, "Yes, my lord, you haven't told me yet, what did he see when he opened his pocket."

With an appreciative look on his face, he looked left and right, and then replied with his mouth.

The silver-haired girl was stunned when she heard this, and her face changed slightly: "That kind of thing." Is it really zài? ”

Overwell nodded, "I've only heard of legends before, and I was as surprised as you were Your Highness the Princess. It's a pity that once that kind of thing is touched by a mortal, it will no longer belong to a second person

"It's a pity, otherwise I might be able to change my brother's temperament, for Eruin, his temperament is too soft." She looked at the important minister beside His Majesty. "Otherwise, Lord Overwell will snatch it anyway, right?" ”

Overwell didn't care, but nodded: "Even if he's a friend of Lord Everton's daughter, it's the same."

I'm afraid it's not just a friend, the princess couldn't help but smile.

Overwell glanced at her, knowing that he was reminding him not to hit her with ideas.

The important minister couldn't help but shake his head, he really didn't think about the idea of using this only daughter of Obergu VII to win over the highland knights.

However, with the strength of Her Royal Highness the princess, it seems unlikely that it is possible. However, he looked at the other party and couldn't help but think that since he was the daughter of the royal family, he couldn't get out of the marriage after all, in this case, in fact, that young man was also a good candidate.

At least much better than many aristocratic youths he had ever seen. Of course, these things can only be thought about. He bowed his head and said, "Since the story has come to an end, Your Royal Highness the Princess, it's not too early, so please let Lao Chen retire." ”

"Lord Overwell, please. I'd like to stay here alone for a while

Overwell glanced up at the silver-haired girl, and couldn't help but be a little amused, he knew that this princess was trying to avoid her history tutor, Sir Panosson, who might have been waiting for her in the side hall all afternoon, and the other party said that he was going to go to His Majesty to complain.

"It's not a good way to escape, Your Highness the Concubine." He couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

The silver-haired girl smiled slightly, and there was a hint of cunning in her silver-gray eyes: "But at least it's a way." ”

The door closed

The princess was stunned for a moment, then sat down in her chair and looked back again at the dust floating up and down under the tall arched window, and the golden sunlight seemed to weave a dream, and she could not help but think about it.

What happened after that?

The wind rose in the forest.

The low wind slowly swept through the canopy of the trees, like a stream of water, and the fog was so thick that it could not be dissolved; The white mist between the branches was layered smaller, reflecting clusters of fiery berries beneath the forest on either side.

When the silence of the early morning is broken, the dull sound of horses' hooves comes from far and near.

The iron-clad horseshoes crushed the bushes and berries, and swept over the rocky riverbank, and the horses' hooves splashed like white crystals, and a total of thirty-four horses galloped through the water, and the bones in the valley felt the tremors of the earth and climbed up, and they looked around at the sound of the sound, but they had only turned their heads slowly, and a larger and larger war horse was reflected in the phosphorus fire in their eyes.

They were all tall and handsome Anlek horses, their strong and powerful pectoral muscles and front hooves directly knocked into and shattered these weak undead creatures, they flew out of the white rocks on the beach of the Bu River, shattered into pieces, and the Yao horse team knocked a path between the scattered bone frames, and then slowed down, and the steps of the war horses became smaller and smaller; The young knight in the lead suddenly raised his hand high, and more than thirty horses took two or three steps forward due to inertia, and then stopped together, and more than a hundred horses' hooves stood in the middle of the stream, and the rapid current could only circle too little

A high shout kicked off the early morning.

"Win!"

"We won". Then came the second sound.

"Hooray".

"Long live Bran". When the horse stopped, it seemed to realize something. The mercenaries on horseback raised their hands at once, and the cheers finally resounded in unison, resounding through the valley.

In the midst of the cheers, Brando took off his leather helmet and threw it away, he couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat on his cold forehead, and the morning breeze blew on his face. He sat straight on his horse, dressed in a gray leather armor, and looked up at the verdant mountains around him, and thought:

It's over, it's finally over!

He clenched his fists.

It had been a nightmare battle before, when they entered the Valley of the Sages from the wilderness. Everyone used almost their last bit of strength.

It may sound like a fantasy for 2,000 refugees to fight their way out of the tens of thousands of undead, but it happened. Maybe someone left, someone was cold corpse lying on the ground, someone was grieving, some were crying, but most of them finally came out, didn't they?

He looked back and saw that almost all of the mercenaries in the crowd who Freya had brought out from the Bronze Dragon Tale were now wounded, but each of them looked at him with convincing eyes, knowing who had brought them this qiē.

It's almost a miracle to be well-behaved

But the young man in front of him did it, and he said that he would show them a way to a miracle with his sword, and he did.

Freya chased after her with the Self-Defense Regiment.

The first thing she said when she saw Brando was, "Brando, did we really win?".

Brando looked at the handsome girl on horseback and nodded. He didn't speak, but the self-defense group behind Freya was silent for a moment. Suddenly, the little townspeople, the routs of the white-maned legions, and the down-and-out mercenaries threw their weapons crackling and throwing them to the ground, and they froze, they could hardly believe their ears, and after a day and a night of pursuit, they were so victorious?

An enemy that even the White-Maned Legion can't defeat, but they have repeatedly broken through the other party's encirclement?

So someone couldn't help but ask loudly in disbelief, "Lord Knight, did we really win?".

Brando nodded.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!" In an instant, the crowd boiled. They screamed and jumped, they couldn't help but cry with joy, and some of them immediately turned and ran, they wanted to bring the good news to the refugees behind them.

The riders couldn't help but smile when they looked at these people who couldn't help themselves, but just a moment ago, how could they not be like this?

Brando saw Freya looking at him in a daze, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" ”

The pony-tailed girl's face turned red all at once. After days of fighting and managing refugees, she grew up quickly, she was no longer the simple country girl she used to be, she looked at Brando, and couldn't help but wonder if God had let such an excellent young man come to them and lead them out of their predicament.

"Thank you," Brando replied in a whisper, bowing her head.

Brando smiled, but raised his head and stared at the green mountains in the distance, and he suddenly remembered that it was not the stag forest, it was really nostalgic. It was through that forest that he traveled alone from Prague to Ridenburg. Remember that there was a wolf vertebrae distribution area on it, and then there was an ancient castle going up, and that ancient castle was also one of the places he had to go in the future.

Speaking of which, it's time to make a plan.

Over the course of a few days, he had accumulated experience close to Dan Gong, but that experience couldn't be used to level up. First of all, the most important thing to open the elemental pool is to have blade power experience, and Brando has discovered that Destiny cards are a very useful magic item, and although he doesn't know why he hasn't heard of anything like it in the game, opening up the elemental pool has become a priority anyway.

Then there's the Inaugural Scholar and the Knight class, which is a secondary class in the game that every player has to take up and that not only expands the "extra main class slot" but also provides a lot of skill experience.

It's just that his own skills are too weak, a little smaller, and he has to occupy a deputy position, and there are only three characters in one character. Deputy position only.

As for the knights, needless to say, it was Brando who laid the foundation for the advancement of the Templars, and it was essential to have a good relationship with the Flame Temple.

And it wasn't until the past two days that he realized that skills were a rare thing in this world, but he immediately realized that it wasn't that this world and the game were different, but that he had misunderstood. If you look at everyone in this world, then it is a matter of course, after all, only players have "professions with their own skills."

In this way, the tasks of many of the cultivation skills that he knew also became a major advantage for him, so learning skills should also be on the agenda.

He couldn't help but think that maybe God had made him here for a deep meaning. Because the south of Golan and Elson was indeed the least intense theater in the First War of the Black Roses, it seemed like a novice area, allowing him to get acquainted with this seemingly old but plausible world a little bit.

But

Historically, Instaron used his third-rate army of undead and inferior creatures such as corpse witches, skeleton soldiers, pale riders, black knights, and ghosts to fight against Eruin and kick off the decline of the kingdom. Brando had scoffed at the decaying Eruin, but it wasn't until he led the sun that he realized that war wasn't easy.

Sometimes it is too biased to look at history through the eyes of a player

History has its inevitable inertia, and when it comes to the Prince Regent, she may also find herself a little helpless, but I don't know what Obergu VII thinks at this moment.

After all, Eruin's decline did not happen overnight.

Brando came back to his senses and couldn't help but let out a long breath. Regardless, he's at least winning the game now, and they've wiped out some of Marchus' fighting power in the outermost part of it since yesterday. Truth be told, there's nothing to mention about the first night's battle, but further on, it's the northern edge of the Jianshi River Valley.

So that's the win.

Then he felt someone pat himself on the back, and when he looked back, it was Leto, and with the barkeeper were Bartom, Ulliel, Voltaron, and Mano, and he was stunned for a moment, how did they get together.

"Your Excellency. Do you have any plans? The first to speak was Bartow Yao, who had always seemed a little rude and rude to Brando's eyes, and his striking brownish-red beard made Brando unable to remember.

"Intended?"

"We've all discussed, if you're willing to take us in, we're willing to follow you." Mano looked at him and replied bluntly.

They mercenaries don't have much to say, they are all people looking for food on the knife, and after these few days of experience, they find that they prefer to work under this young man.

Brando was stunned for a moment, realizing that these people were willing to be his retainers.

But he was not a nobleman, and his status as a nobleman was only supported by the mage of Charles, but he thought about it for a while and found that he really needed some people to do things for him. So he groaned for a moment, and replied:

"After today, it's not your right time to follow me."

Everyone was stunned, but only Leto could hear what he said, "Then what are your plans, my lord." The barkeeper asked.

Brando glanced at him, "What are your plans?" Several people glanced at each other, and to Brando's slight startle, it was the sheriff captain Ulliel who replied, "If your lord has other intentions, we plan to form a mercenary group." We are all people who have fought side by side, and we can trust each other. ”

"Ulliel, you're not your sheriff's captain anymore?" He asked.

Yuliel smiled: "It's not interesting, I have figured it out too, and my brothers are willing to walk a path." ”

"What about the others?" Brando looked up.

"In addition to us, there are a lot of refugees who are also displaced, after all, most of them are now displaced, but the people of Ridenburg are probably more thoughtful. In addition, most of the White-Maned Legion and mercenaries are willing to go with us, and the rest are some peasants. Barto Yao replied.

Brando couldn't help but glance at him, thinking that this guy didn't look simple, and quietly figured out the ingredients in the refugees, of course, this was also related to Freya's lack of defense against them.

"Fronta, you too?" Brando glanced at the former non-commissioned officer of the Whitemane Legion, who was the backbone of the kingdom, and he was a little unconvinced that this one would have other ideas.

He didn't expect Fronta to look at him. After thinking for a while, he replied in a deep voice: "I'm just following you, and if you don't agree, I will have to go back to the Whitemane Legion." ”

"Are you disappointed?" Brando asked after a pause.

Fronta nodded. ”

Brando replied.

Everyone was stunned.

Only Leto asked, "What do the lords say?" ”

"Find a way to keep some of the artisans among the refugees. Of course, it can't be forced. Brando replied, "For your part, let Bartom stay with me, I do need some men to do the work." ”

He turned his horse's head again, turned back to Fronta, and said, "If you really want to stay, stay with Uncle Leto, I don't know what I can bring you, but I think soon you will know"

Fulong Pagoda paused for a moment and nodded slowly.

"And where are you going first, sir?" Ulliel asked.

"I'm going to Anzek, where someone is waiting for me. Then I'll move to Pragues, and if it's good, I think I'll soon inherit a territory, and then we'll talk about the rest of the matter. Brando replied confidently.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, there were a lot of nobles in these years, but there were very few knights with real territory. It seems that this young man is really the legendary Highland Knight.

For a time, many of them actually had the heart to follow the right person.

Brando raised his head and looked at the mountains in the distance, and the plan in his heart gradually became clear.

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