The perfect plot line of the one hundred and first scene (the third watch is over, and it will continue tomorrow)

Perhaps it should be said.

The battle is over before it has even begun.

The high-ranking Black Fire Cultist of the Silver Rank was as powerless as a newborn chick in front of the Phoenix Guard Elf Heavy Infantry who had mastered the power of the elements. The Silver Elves are a proud race that has long lived a great way to respect combat skills, and their heavy infantry is not just physically superior and well-equipped, but you can imagine how helpless you are when you face a warrior who has been perfecting his fighting skills for hundreds of years.

A look, a subtle movement, in the eyes of the Silver Elf's most elite warriors, is enough to betray your intentions. Brando couldn't help but laugh when he saw that there were even high-ranking Black Fire cultists trying to show off their pitiful fighting skills in front of these elven warriors, not to mention these poor creatures, even with his experience, he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of these real fighters - for the silver elves, combat is an art, the supreme pursuit of beauty.

Vulgar, so vulgar.

The Silver Elves were simply incredulous, they didn't expect that hundreds of years later, the Servants of Darkness would use such poor combat skills to fight them. Seven centuries ago, the Dark Dragons, Minr and other servants were the most powerful enemies of a sapient being, wielding the most advanced civilization, the deepest magic, and the most amazing fighting skills, and they were never hostile to civilization, because the brutal and dark rule itself represented the most advanced civilization in the world.

The fighting skills of the people of darkness were so intoxicating that many of their compatriots threw themselves into the darkness, but they did not expect that after only a few hundred years, they had regressed to this point. No, it's hardly a combat skill anymore.

It's just unbearable.

The Black Fire Cultists obviously didn't expect their last potential to resist, and instead provoked the wrath of the Silver Elves. In fact, it's not just them, I'm afraid everyone present except Brando will be ashamed of the Silver Elf's opinion at the moment. Yes, after experiencing the battle of the Sages, civilization has not progressed, but is retreating, and the supreme force in the hands of both sides of the past war has long become a legend in mythology.

But no matter what the others thought, the dust was still settled in the moment before the battle actually began. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the Black Fire Cultists had already turned into cold corpses on the ground, and the black blood flowed out of those headless, cold bodies, spreading along the uneven ground of the forest, like veins of black veins growing on the ground.

The white-haired young man seemed to be pinned to the spot by an invisible force, and his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't say a word with a clicking sound in his throat.

After a long time, there was a crisp sound on the scene. Everyone subconsciously turned around, only to see that it was the big man in the gray wolf mercenary who fell to the ground with a 'clang', and he himself seemed to be unconscious, looking at the elven Praetorian Guards who had stopped the whole team again with a shocked expression. Twenty civilized Templars, Martha is on top, and Eruin is no more than that

The gray wolf mercenaries couldn't help but look at Brando, and their hearts were shocked, what kind of person could have twenty Templars as guards? Although this speculation may be a bit absurd, it seems that the former is more acceptable than the appearance of twenty living Templars.

But just when everyone was in a daze, the red-haired girl put down her spear and stopped between the silver elf warrior and the white-haired youth.

Her meaning was clear, she was unwilling to let these elves kill Reddy.

The red-haired girl raised her head, she pursed her lips, her face a little solemn. She already knew that she was definitely no match for any of these elven warriors, but even so, this realization still couldn't make the battle intent in her eyes fade. Her center of gravity sank slightly, her body leaned forward, and she was already in a posture ready to fight—like a female leopard about to burst out.

"Akane?"

The girl's action was so familiar that it almost made Sanfud and the others think that it was still in the past, the Akane who was willing to fight for anyone in the gray wolf mercenary group.

"Akane, that guy is a traitor, why do you still protect him," the big man couldn't help but shout.

"Only this time—" the red-haired girl said through gritted teeth, but she then shook her head, as if to throw the thought out of her mind, "Only this last time, I can't watch him die here." ”

"Akane?" Reddy was stunned, this time even he seemed to see the shadow of the original Akane from the girl's back.

"Don't get out of here," the red-haired girl said angrily, "Go find Lord Conrad"

Reddy was stunned for a moment, then reacted and ran backwards with a rolling belt.

But when Brando saw this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. How rich his knowledge was, he caught the struggle of this 'Crimson Knight' in an instant-the rejection reaction showed that the girl's own consciousness had not completely disappeared, and what she said before was completely based on her own consciousness, otherwise how could such an indifferent and ruthless life form be actively protected by the divine envoy, then this divine envoy was still a nascent body

Realizing this, Brando, suddenly understood why the crimson knight Milfit turned into a ghost knight in the end, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart - he had the courage to risk the price of his sex to fight against the invasion of the blood of the gods, this girl really has a very good character, and he couldn't help but be a little in awe when he thought of this.

But respectfully, that disgusting megalomaniac can't let go, and he, Brando, is not someone who likes to let tigers go home. This guy is clearly going to walk around with him after eating, who knows if he will turn into an Ultraman or something next time and come to trouble him? Even if the other party doesn't have the aura of the protagonist, if he hurts Roman or others around him, wouldn't it be regretful?

He made a gesture decisively, and the meaning was very clear: stun that girl and kill the bastard in the back.

The elven commander beside Brando was slightly stunned, and for the first time he glanced at the young lord in surprise. Brando's gestures before were not simple, they were one of the gesture commands often used by commanders in ancient times in the Battle of the Sages, and these gesture commands have changed considerably to this day, and in this day and age, there are not many people who know those gestures seven centuries ago.

But surprise is one thing, the commander still conveyed this order quickly and professionally with a cold face.

There is no doubt about it.

Trying to escape under the 'care' of twenty Templars was clearly a whimsical affair. Even if there is a gold-level storage zài on the side, the result will not change much.

……

Balogon, the remnants of the Great Retreat of the Silver Elves before the Radiant Years-

The lizardman commander Hyukir occupies one of the largest halls in the ruins, which was used for worship and important ceremonies by the Silver Elves in the past, but like other buildings, the once majestic hall is now in a dilapidated state after centuries of abandonment. And perhaps instinctively, or as an incomplete form of evolution—the lizardmen have not been able to break away from some of the habits of their close relatives, just as Heyukir himself still maintains a strong sense of territory—the hall has long been regarded by him as his personal possession, and anyone who dares to touch it will be tantamount to wanting to challenge his authority among the lizardmen bandits.

But what makes Hyukyl proud is that he has always admired his own aesthetics. Rather than the stinking fellows, he could have cleaned up the hall like a true civilized man - the center of the hall was covered with a red carpet as it had been hundreds of years ago, surrounded by furniture of various styles that had been stolen from nowhere. The furniture was not piled up in a regular pattern, but Hyukir liked it in particular, and he ordered his men to move it over and pile it together.

to facilitate his daily appreciation.

When Conrad and the dark cleric of the Black Fire Cult pushed open the door and entered the hall, the three of them snorted coldly in unison. The latter was because he didn't want to see these two obnoxious faces, and the former because he disdained the vulgar aesthetic of this reptile, which had no developed limbs and no complicated brain, at least the mercenary captain couldn't see the difference between this hall and a garbage dump.

"Donald, I heard—Matrice—you died there," said Hyukir, straightening the collar of his trench coat, which he had snatched from a passing nobleman, and said with a long, wrinkled face full of pity, "what a pity, false news, that's one." ”

"One last reminder, my name is Conrad." The mercenary leader was really in no mood to correct the strange Cruz grammar that the other party didn't know where he had learned, so he just reminded the lizard not to deliberately use tongue curls to pronounce his name.

"It's all the same." Heyukir looked at the Black Fire Cult priest behind him and asked with a smug expression, "I thought - I wouldn't come - you. ”

Conrad snorted coldly: "You are here to investigate the Silver Elf's King's Graveyard, in fact, I think it's quite comfortable to be a bandit." He glanced around: "You snatched these things, it's worth a lot of money, right?" ”

The lizardman Hyukir's face wrinkled even deeper, and he couldn't help but shake his head: "No, no. Get down to business - I'm here. ”

"And what did you find?"

"Discovery, there is a point. However - not much - progress has been made. Heyukir shook his head vigorously, "We can't get close to the temple around it, but this thing can help me." It stretched out a lean hand, grabbed a necklace and shook it, "Wizard, I need some." ”

Conrad and the Dark Priest glanced at each other, this lizard was here to be the emperor under the pretext of investigating the king's graveyard, almost everyone thought so, but they didn't expect it to be really here to do business. But now is not the time to worry about this matter, the mercenary leader rearranged the content of the speech, and said: "That's not a problem, but now we have something for your help." ”

"Once—I've already helped you." Heyukir said unhappily that he had sent a message to lure the Grey Wolf Mercenary Group over, which had already attracted the attention of the other adventurers around him.

"There's your benefit." The Dark Priest whispered.

"The pros - how's that?"

"A big fish." Conrad's face was stern.

……

There was a muffled 'snap'.

Brando grabbed the young man's white hair and pressed his head into the dirt, causing him to let out a whimper. Judging from the information revealed by Reddy, it is already obvious that although Brando is most reluctant to accept this result, he still has to admit that the plot has changed here.

The other party is already eyeing him-

In fact, he should have thought of this a long time ago, he changed the steps to complete the task, and the whole plot naturally reversed. The previous strategy didn't mention the betrayal of Crimson Ghost Knight and Reddy, nor did it mention that Conrad, the leader of the Solitaire Mercenary Band, would be the first to go to the ruins of Balogon. In other words, the other side has completely given up tracking Buga and Macaro and his party, and has turned to searching for his storage zài with all its might.

This qiē is a deliberate illusion created by the damn cunning fox. Although Brando was so angry that he had to admit that the other party's plan was successful and caused him a lot of trouble, and it also made him very angry, and the consequences were very severe.

Antitina didn't say a word after listening to Reddy's description, and it took a long time before she said to the side, "Are we going to retreat temporarily, my lord?" ”

But Brando waved his hand.

If you want to trouble him, you have to be prepared to pay the price. It's okay, this plot seems to be the final route of the so-called 100% completion, but he calmed down at this time, wanting to see how powerful these living Black Fire Cultists are, isn't it just a plot with the highest degree of completion? Brando's heart said that I haven't experienced it, I want to see how you plan to reward me for this degree of completion, Lord Martha.

However, he was in a frenzy, but Sanfud leaned over cautiously and asked in a low voice, "My lord, what should I do with her?" ”

Brando turned around and saw the future Miss Ghost Knight lying on her side as if she was asleep, while several elven warriors were standing by her—kill? This is obviously impossible, not to mention what the new gray wolf mercenaries think, even he himself will not agree. Jokes aside, Akane has already been linked to the Yongge set, and if her fate is irretrievable, the best outcome will be the same as Metisa.

However, because it is a newborn body divine envoy, and according to Reddy's description, it seems to be sealed by a lower-level priest, so maybe he can still be saved. Brando wasn't a madman who wanted to seal a card when he saw someone, and if he could save this very individual lady, he would be willing. What's more, maybe you can have a subordinate with golden strength out of thin air.

Therefore, he replied without thinking: "Take it, after all, it is your companion, maybe there will be salvation." ”

"Really," Sanfud asked excitedly, startled.

Brando nodded: "I can only try." ”

The young man hurriedly nodded, of course he understood that Akane's state was definitely not normal.

"Where's this guy?" Antitina asked in a whisper as she looked at Reddy, who was pressed to the ground and gnawed on the mud, with some disgust.

Hearing this, the white-haired young man seemed to regain his strength all at once, and he struggled to raise his head, his face full of tears mixed with dirt, and shouted with all his might: "You promised that as long as I said it, you would not kill me-"

"I mean what I say." Brando nodded.

He clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the silver elf beside him: "Commander, so please take care of it for you." ”

……