The vast land was silent and silent as if mourning for the souls lost in this land. The starry sky hung upside down, and the meteors crossed the purple-red half of the sky, fleeting, as if symbolizing the names that have shone in the long river of history.

Bresson stood silently in the cold night wind, one order after another was issued through his mouth, and the garrison galloped through the ruins of Qingcun, exterminating those remaining enemies, and the undead would be purified.

The young captain of the guard felt that he could only feel better by doing so.

He looked at the time, and he still had half an hour.

Zeto watched this scene from afar, he shook the glass wine jug in his hand, and touched the young man next to him: "You, your name is Essen, right?" ”

Essen was slightly stunned.

"My name is Zeto, would you like some?" He held up the flat flask: "Pure Chehu fire wine, I found it in a cellar with Lines." It's a pity that I don't know if I can still drink it after this war......"

He paused for a moment.

"You know, I used to have an ideal, I wanted to be the best scout I could be."

"But I kind of regret it now."

Ethan thought the man was weird, but he was a little interested in why the other person would regret it. A person never regrets it for no reason, right?

"Why?" He asked.

"My biggest goal before was to find enemies, because finding enemies is my value. But what I want to do most now is to hide the villagers. Hide, or at least they won't be killed, but you know what, there's nothing I can do, I can't do anything-"

"It's not your fault."

"I'm a soldier." Zeto took a sip of wine: "When I saw that girl crying, I wanted to die on that battlefield like Kofinto." But I'm still alive, and I can't run away from it. ”

The young man was silent, for some reason he subconsciously remembered Brando, he had the illusion that the young man who led them out of the predicament again and again could lead them out of the shadows this time.

Maybe the hunch is true, and every difficulty will be solved.

Hope.

He thought.

……

Brando and Freya sit together.

Truth be told, Brando doesn't feel like he's good at comforting people. He figured it might be better to have someone else here, but that damn Bresson left with a stinky face, and Ethan was so close that he wouldn't come over - hey, this is your captain, isn't it?

Fortunately, Freya quickly adjusted her feelings, but she kept staring in a certain direction, and her bright eyes were full of loneliness at the moment.

Brando recognized the loneliness, and he had seen the same gaze in the body of the so-called Valkyrie—a quiet sorrow that seemed to never melt away.

But he suddenly felt a little pity, compared to him I liked the simple, soft-hearted and somewhat persistent Freya, the Freya who could be angry for some small things.

But how can he speak? He hesitated for a long time, but when the words came to his mouth, he looked pale and weak, and he prepared several lines, but none of them were suitable.

Just when he had a headache, the girl spoke first:

"Mr. Brando." She called.

"Huh?"

"Why should there be a war, you say?"

Ah, he really hadn't really thought about it. In the game, the big guilds go to war because of the distribution of interests, fame or even just face, and between countries, they compete for interests, sovereignty and territory, and the war will spread on the land at any time.

In the past, he might have replied, because human beings are creatures that are always dominated by **, yearning for conquest and plunder, so they always fight each other.

But after experiencing today's qiē, especially Freya's weak cry, it will forever be imprinted in his heart, indelible. He suddenly found this answer ridiculous, because no one can surpass his own race, human beings - weak and strong.

"War will always happen, and we have to choose to accept it."

"We were born in a very bad time, and we can't choose our time. But we can try to change it," replied Brando, as he said, his heart suddenly widened with his words: "It may not change anything, but at least we have worked with many others to make it happen - such memories are precious." ”

He remembered the days when he fought for Eru in the game, his many friends, his many like-minded companions, his many vows, and though they were eventually gone, at least his countless memories - and he never regretted his loss.

It was a memory that belonged to Eruin.

haunted by dreams, so that he could not forget it for a long time.

The girl fell silent on one side.

"Freya."

"Huh?"

"You must love them."

"Yes." The girl replied, "Aunt Sil has taken care of me since my father's death, and they are proud of me. ”

"But why not, I love them more than anything."

"It's just that I'm curious, why did the heavens choose you?" Brando said.

"Huh?"

"Freya, if one day you become the patron saint of this land, have you thought about it?"

"How is that possible, Mr. Brando, are you secretly laughing at me-" The girl was a little angry, but her voice lowered again: "I want to be the captain of this team, but I only have so much power, only a little. I just want to do my duty, it's too far, I can't do it. ”

No, you didn't just do it, you did it well. Freya, you will be the last hero of Eruin, and the one most missed.

Humble, serious, strong, kind-hearted, God has given you ordinary talents, but it has also given you the most beautiful qualities and unique experiences.

Brando flipped the ebonyle statue in his hand over and over, he stared into the distance and sighed, "Freya, I don't know if you'll get to that point in the future, but I want you to remember a word." ”

"Huh?"

"Do you know the word companion? No matter how far you go, there are many people who accompany you. You will never be alone. ”

Freya was stunned, and suddenly there was a sourness in her eyes, she thought of Roman, of little Phoenix, of Essen and Macmie, of everyone in the third detachment of the militia.

And, of course, Aunt Syr.

She wiped the corners of her eyes and looked up at the sky—the night was split in half by a fiery red curtain, and the green village was burning, and the flames raging in the darkness seemed to herald an even greater catastrophe.

"Thank you." She replied softly, "Shameless Brando." ”

Our hero choked.

But when he turned around, Freya's eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky. At that moment, Brando suddenly felt that his existence was valuable, at least history was different, wasn't it.

……

Brayson soon got what he wanted—food, medicine. Although the surface of the village has been almost completely destroyed, it is not difficult to find these things - the undead don't need food or medicine, they are just piled up there so haphazardly.

Not to mention that they also have Brando.

Although the three towns of Buchi, Weibin and Qingcun are all under the jurisdiction of the Buchi garrison, it can be said that the young people who are familiar with these garrisons are really not as good as Brando.

Brando's memories of the past led to the discovery of the secret cellars of the two squire's estates, which contained supplies in addition to food and medicine, pig iron, copper, and even gold and silver. However, they could not take any extra stuff with them, so they had to seal the cellar untouched, and maybe keep it for later use.

Of course, it's not Brando's habit to go into the treasure trove empty-handed, especially as a player. The owners of these estates had all died in the war, and they had no descendants, and Brando knew that they had all been burned down by the undead of Mardala - and that those hidden cellars would later become the player's most prized possession, and finding one would make a fortune.

That's why he's so familiar with the location of these cellars - players are always unprofitable creatures who don't get up early.

However, he can't bring large things, but he can't let go of magic equipment. Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, he cracked open a few hidden compartments - most of them were gold, silver and jewelry, but our protagonist was dismissive of those things. In the game, these are all wealthy, but on the battlefield they are worthless except to be a burden.

The young deputy captain of the garrison looked at him suspiciously with a dark face: When did this guy learn the night thief, but with his character, he wouldn't be willing to fall, right?

Brando then took out a set of women's busts from it with a bang. It is a set of antique armor with a bright surface with intricate brass plating, and the black and gold pattern indicates that it is a work of art in the style of the glorious return to the year.

Before they could take their eyes off the beautiful armor, however, Brando let out another snort and pulled out an armed suit from there. Then he beckoned to Freya, "Freya, come here." ”

"Huh?" Our future Valkyrie was slightly stunned.

"Try this armor."

"Wait," Breson couldn't help but subconsciously mock, "Brando, you don't want Freya to wear that ornament, do you?" Not all armor is used in real combat, you know? ”

Brando didn't bother to pay attention to him, he took the armed suit and was about to put it on for Freya. But the girl blushed, waved her ponytail, took the armed uniform, and said, "I, I'll come by myself." ”

He was stunned, he didn't pay so much attention to the game before, and he and those female knights and warrior companions also helped each other to get on the armor, but he forgot that this was the reality.

"What do you think?" Breson couldn't help but ask, seeing Freya running alone behind the lumber pile.

"What?"

"It's a work of art, it's too heavy, you don't want Freya to wear it to fight, do you? Besides, have you militia learned how to fight in armor? ”

"Too heavy?" This was the first time Brando had heard of it. He couldn't help but look back at the young deputy captain of the guard, wondering if his brain was in the water.

He didn't explain much, beckoned Freya to come over, and then helped her put on the bust. Then he asked, "How does it feel?" ”

"It's a bit heavy, not very flexible."

The young men behind Breson snickered, an obvious ornament - can it not be heavy? Of course, most of these laughter are good-natured, but there is also malicious ridicule.

Brando ignored them and said to the suit, "S'taz." ”

The word is an ancient word that means wind.

The half-body armor was enveloped in a layer of cyan light for a moment, and it floated up from Freya's body with a thud, tightly protecting her whole body. The girl was slightly stunned, and shouted in surprise: "This-?" ”

Brando turned his head: "The wind back half of the body armor infused with the wind element, some people actually described it as too heavy. Presumably, the elven craftsman who designed this suit wouldn't be blind even if he died, right? ”

Bresson's face sank, and the young knights behind him were silent.