The overwhelming barbarian demons turned in mid-air, flying towards the humans near the second flame gate, like a shadow under the giant claws of demons that swept across the sky...... Brando couldn't help but think of the Soranilan locust plague that occurred in the Year of the Trade Winds of the Second Century, when the locusts that covered the sky and the sun were a true portrayal of today's scene.

The second flame gate was completely shattering, disintegrating into flying fragments, melting into the rain like countless golden butterflies dissipating one by one. Standing in the rain and looking up at the scattered flames, Griffiin couldn't help but see a glimmer of hope rise from the depths of his eyes, and the half-elf princess pursed her lips and clenched her fists.

But the remaining knights are still immersed in excitement, and the high self-confidence and morale seem to make them disdain even the situation on the battlefield for a while. Only Nicholas and Reald had a slight doubt in their hearts, and the two looked back at Brando, they knew very well that Gallock had basically lost his ability to cast spells, and now if they wanted to approach the third portal unexpectedly, they could only see if the young man who brought the miracle could surprise them again.

The rain was pouring down, even masking the screams of demons behind the rain curtain.

Brando stood in the rain and barely straightened his face, although he was not sure at all, he knew that he could not be pessimistic and desperate in the first place. At least not to let others see his hesitation.

"The only way to kill it is to kill it first." He replied quietly.

"How do you kill it?" The knights and Nicholas asked, but not with the Knights' confidence. Nicholas was genuinely asking. Although he and Brando were on opposite sides of each other a few hours ago. However, he does not have any preconceptions about Brando, on the contrary, he admires the calmness shown by Brando when he fights the demons.

There are not many young swordsmen like Eruin, and he seems to see his own era of sword learning from Brando, but Brando's achievement in Act 368 Requiem XVIII (something went wrong with the FF network, and it was updated by someone on our behalf, so you can leave a comment in the book review if you have any questions) must be higher than him. In terms of age, it is almost the same as Brando's father's generation, and the flame-haired sword hero has no jealousy, only gratification.

How to kill the past.

For Brando, this is a central issue. He looked up through the rain curtain at the red tide sweeping across the turquoise meadows, and even from the ground he could feel a slight shiver. There were only twenty or thirty people around him, including the witches and all the others, and there were many wounded and hors de combat, as well as non-combatants like Antitina and Dilferry.

If such a team of people could fight their way out of the demon army, Brando himself would not believe it. Perseverance to defeat your opponent is just a joke after all.

Now there is only one and only one chance.

The cloak of the King of Giants, the Punic, has about thirty breaths of duration left. That's about a minute. The giant's cloak had no problem accommodating a few people, but the problem was that one minute was certainly not enough for them to get from this portal to another.

Although the distance of two thousand meters is not too far, it is a journey through an army of demons......

"There are two ways to fight." Brando pondered silently for a moment. Finally replied. His goal was simple, to use one group as cannon fodder to attract the attention of the demons, while the other team used the Punic's cloak to escort Antitina and Charles to the third portal.

He recounted his thoughts briefly, and Nicholas and Reald understood. The captain of the Old White Lion Legion thought for a moment and said, "This is indeed the only way now, but I wonder how Mr. Brando plans to divide the group?" ”

Brando was silent, in fact, he had a plan in mind.

Thanks to the existence of the cloak of the King of Giants, the staffing of this team can actually be quite simple. First of all, Antitina and Charles had to be included as a 'demolition' team, and there had to be someone who could deal with the horned demon by the portal.

Brando's best candidates are Antitina, Charles, Nicholas, Dilferry, Her Royal Highness, and Gallock and Sugar Pot. Of course, Brando does not deny that he joined Her Royal Highness the Princess because of her own selfishness, but in any case, if Her Royal Highness the Princess dies here. Then the qiē he did before would become meaningless.

In this case, it is better for him not to come to Ampesel, then history will move according to the previous trajectory, and there will be no demonic invasion at all.

Only the one that truly changes the future of Eruin, the one that happens today, the dead people, will appear valuable.

As for the reason why Sugar Pot and Gallock joined, it was even simpler, he would never let a comatose little girl lose her combat ability to send her to death. What's more, she had saved him and the princess's lives before. And the old wizard who has lost his combat effectiveness is also motivated by almost the same considerations.

As soon as Brando said what he thought, there was silence all around. Indeed, who can be willing to die? At least Brando himself wouldn't be so willing. Because the meaning of an adventure is completely different from the previous one. This time their mission is to die.

He looked up at the inreal faces of all the people in the rain—just as he did in Amber Sword, at the faces of every like-minded comrade who left in the crimson canyon.

"I'm sorry, but there's no way back," Brando replied, "and I want you to help me at least one last time." I don't want to be deceitful. Here today, we may emerge victorious at best. At worst, I would at least like to die with you. ”

Brando does not believe that he has the right to ask anyone to die for a purpose, no matter how noble that purpose may be. Half of his soul came from modern times, and he had already planted some deep-seated ideas in his heart, as if all men were created equal.

At that moment, for the first time, he felt that the ideas of certain players did not seem to fit into this world. Because he can't treat everyone as NPCs, they are living beings. Even though he was used to taking risks like a player today, until this adventure involved everyone.

Her Royal Highness is not his Highness the Princess, and Eruin is not his alone Eruin. Perhaps he knew that this qiē was correct...... But the ideal is realistic. He may not have the authority to help others choose.

Especially for these people who have lived on this land for generations, perhaps survival is the most important option. It wasn't until this moment that Brando suddenly understood that this was not shaking, but more mature than ever.

If you want to give and gain, you must at least learn to take responsibility first.

In the face of real death, Brando finally understands this.

It was only now that he suddenly understood what Reald was thinking. He couldn't help but glance at the former leader of the Old White Lion Legion.

Reald was looking at him as well.

There was only appreciation in the eyes of the old man.

Reild was also silent in his heart, because the old man suddenly realized where he had made a mistake. If it is just to survive, then what is the need for this ancient kingdom to survive? The Eruins are also descendants of the Fire King, who left Cruz to rebel against the tyranny of the nobility.

If such an ideal cannot be maintained. So what is the significance of Eruin's existence itself?

Whether it is Brando in front of him or the young people of the White Lion Legion, they are the best people in this kingdom, and their ideals are so similar. They weren't supposed to fight each other.

In fact, Brando was also wrong about one thing. That's Vajnde, not his world. Here, not necessarily everyone agrees with some of his ideas.

The knights looked at the young lord in amazement.

They really couldn't think of any need for him to apologize to them, and this moment of noble deeds was enough for Eruin to re-raise the banner, and it was Brando who brought this qiē, as if to bring them back to the time when the glorious banner still shone on the plains.

What's wrong with him?

Everyone felt the respect that Brando's told them that it wasn't he who led them to become heroes. Rather, they chose to follow the path in which he gave glory to everyone.

What else do they have to complain about?

There is only endless reverence left in everyone's heart. Master Martha, in giving spirit to life, gave them the noblest qualities. However, at this moment, such qualities shone in the midst of this heavy rain. Mother's expectations seem to be placed on everyone.

"My lordship, I don't have to say that," replied the knights, "what will the sages of Eruin think of us if we still complain?" ”

"The noblest deeds are here, and I will only be glorified for my choices." The old wizard also sighed, "Please cross me off the other list, for you have no right to deprive me of the glory of this old bone." Even if I'm a wizard below, I have blood, because I'm still an Eruin. ”

"Is it only the Eruin who has glory?" The Templar Stephen gave Brando a deep look: "The sages made an oath on the plains of holy whiteness, and we and our descendants can only continue to write the legend of the flame with blood." He bowed slightly to Brando and replied.

There is both obedience in this standard chivalric etiquette. There is respect, too.

It was a man who followed in the footsteps of the Lord of Fire, a fanatical believer in reverence for true ideals. Only the same people can understand each other, whether they are Eruin or Cruz, and they all have people who pursue the same good things. He wanted to prove it. And that's all there is to it.

Babasha didn't answer, just smiled mysteriously. The Dark Dragons were once called the Fool. But the real stupidity is nothing more than the vulgar world.

Brando was dumbfounded.

The words of the knights were in their ears again. Like the vows that echoed in his heart every night, like-minded people have such footprints there. Whether they are men or women, old or children, powerful or ordinary, ideals are not noble or lowly because of people.

Brando once thought that he could only find those simple ideals in games, but he found him wrong.

But now they're back.

Right here, by his side.

Just like the players who fought alongside him back then. Setbacks, failures, and death could not stop them, and others laughed at them as fools, persevering for a virtual number that did not exist zài. But the world itself is not like this, and nothing is born with a special meaning.

What everyone strives for is nothing more than the persistence in their hearts, and there is no difference between high and low in this kind of persistence. Brando has no intention of contradicting others, but if he can't assert himself in the virtual world, how can he not lose himself in the larger world.

Retreat is just a sign of cowardice.

Princess Griffyne's crisp voice suddenly interrupted Brando's thoughts.

"It's a noble plan, but it's not perfect."

The half-elf girl took a light breath and spoke, "The current situation is in front of all of us, and we can't afford to have a chance to make a mistake again. So we have to be the best in every detail. ”

"Mr. Brando's arrangement is understandable, but here you are the only one who is most familiar with the cloak of the King of Giants, and the battle that will be there will involve the intermittent use of the Giant's cloak many times, but if you don't grasp the opportunity for a long time, it will be doomed."

"Eruin can't afford such a failure."

"So I suggested that I swap places with Mr. Brando, and that I be the commander of this battle. Mr. Brando, on the other hand, escorted Miss Antitina until she completed her mission. ”

Her Royal Highness said calmly. Indeed, everyone seemed to realize the problem, and Brando proposed this plan, but the core of this plan was not really a group of people who attracted firepower, but how to flexibly use the cloak of the King of Giants with less than a minute of duration to reach the other side of the battlefield.

It's definitely not an easy job.

Although Brando claims that the cloak is easy to handle, anyone can see that it is only because he wants to preserve the selfishness of Her Royal Highness.

Such selfishness only makes people feel respected, but it is not necessarily timely.

Brando felt Her Royal Highness's incomparably calm eyes staring at her, and suddenly realized what the other party was going to say: "Wait, but—"

"I know what you're trying to say, Mr. Brando."

The previous conversation was only a moment, and the demon army was rushing in, leaving little time for her. Princess Griffiin lowered her eyelids and interrupted him, "Although I have never asked you what your purpose is, I can feel that sincerity, and I thank you very much, Mr. Brando. ”

"But at this time, feelings are not the first factor we have to consider. If I had to choose between me and Eruin, I would prefer that Eruin would survive, and I could not represent Eruin, Mr. Brando, only its people. ”

Her Royal Highness's words stunned everyone, especially Nicholas and Reild as if they were meeting Her Royal Highness for the first time today. Antitina grabbed Brando's sleeve, as if at this moment she understood why Brando had made the choice he did.

But what she didn't understand was.

Why does Brando seem to know this in advance?

Brando looked at Her Royal Highness, who continued, "So promise, be sure to succeed. ”

"Your Highness the Princess." Brando couldn't help but speak.

But Princess Griffiin turned around, and the storm fell on the girl, and her long silver hair was on her shoulders. She looked up at the others: "The future king of Eruin is too young to lead you into battle to kill the enemy himself, and today, I will lead you through a difficult situation as the princess regent." ”

"This is my honor, my duty, and no one can take it away."

"If I die here today, then at least let me say one last time—"

"The blood of Corkova is shed for the sake of Eru."

In the silence, the knights suddenly shouted, "Long live the princess!" ”

"Long live the Regent!"

"Long live the kingdom of Eruin!"

The voice echoed through the rain, and Brando found himself unable to utter a word. The five words of the princess regent are like thunder and lightning falling in his heart, the history is so wonderfully overlapping, the same heavy rain, the same proud princess.

A manifesto that has remained almost unchanged word for word. Her stubbornness and stubbornness are always so bright and shining.

It's like never faded from his heart.

Maybe that's fate.

Brando thought.

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