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 that permeated the branches, layer upon layer, reflected the 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.

Iron-clad horseshoes crushed bushes and berries and swept over the rocky riverbank, their hooves splashing like white pillars. Thirty-four horses galloped past with a splash, and the skeletons of the valley felt the tremors of the earth and rose up, and they looked around at the sound of the sound, but they had only turned their heads slowly, and a larger and larger horse was reflected in the phosphorus fire in their eyes.

They were all tall and handsome Anlek horses, their strong pectoral muscles and front hooves that slammed and chopped up these weak undead creatures, or flipped them out and crashed into the white rocks of the river beach, shattering into scattered bones.

The horses slammed a path between the scattered skeletons, and then slowed down, and the horse's steps became smaller and smaller; The young knight in the lead suddenly raised his hand in the air, and more than thirty horses took two or three steps forward by inertia and then stopped in unison—more than a hundred horses' hooves stood in the middle of the stream, and the rushing water could only surround it.

"Hooray!"

"Hooray!"

"We made it!"

"We won, long live Bran!"

When the horse stopped, it seemed to realize something. The mercenaries on horseback cheered in unison with excitement, and they raised their swords in their hands, and the cheers resounded through the mountain stream.

"Brando!"

"Brando! Brando! ”

"Brando! Brando! ”

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, thinking: It's over, it's finally over! I'm finally out of my damn fate!

He clenched his fists, it was he who saved himself! Yes, he can do this qiē!

Charles watched his lord in fascination - he was riding on a horse in a robe, with a sword hanging on his left side, and a short staff in his hand that was a bit of a battle wizard - so to speak, the lord had been working miracles every day for the past few days.

He led them miraculously away from the main force of the Madara army, just like the prophets of mythology. Brando once jokingly referred to him as the Holy Moses, which is the book of Exodus, and although Charles doesn't know what it is, it must have been the same miracle.

Brando then persuaded the mercenaries to join them in breaking through the blockade of Madara in the Pinnacle Valley, when the young man analyzed Madara's tactical intentions in just a few words, Charles saw the shocked expressions on the faces of the mercenary leaders, and almost thought that they were going to bow down.

But the young wizard Hu looked back on it from this moment and said that the next few days had been a terrible battle. The acquaintances may be gone after the night, but the people are strong enough - Miss Freya picks up the refugees in the back, the men take up arms, the women gather food and act as ambulances along the way, none of them are experts, but they are at least dutiful enough to fight for their own survival.

Charles turned around and saw that there were only two or three of the mercenaries in the crowd that Miss Freya had brought out from the Bronze Dragon Tale today.

They are the right to live in exchange for their lives.

I remember that the fat boss died with an arrow in the chest during the first night of fighting, I remember that the little girl named Sue cried, and I remember Freya pretending to be strong to comfort her, but she secretly wept.

Every day someone left the ranks, and their cold bodies lay on the ground, lifeless. Every day there were people who secretly wept in the night, and the silent silence spread through the crowd, as if everyone's hearts were being seized by despair - and yet such a team did not collapse, and when one fell, the other took his weapon, and everything went with the flow.

No one sang the praises of Brando or Freya, but Charles saw a faith in the eyes of these men, and the men and women looked at the two young men in silence, believing that only they could bring each of them out of this predicament.

Brando's composure and composure, Freya's stubbornness and persistence, seem to be a heart-warming flame in the dark. For the first time, Charles understands that even the most humble people have such a strong desire to survive**, and as long as someone leads them, sheep can become lions.

But maybe only someone as good as his lord can do this. Charles couldn't help but think that the young man seemed to be out of place in this dark world, and his way of thinking was very different from ordinary people. He always looked further and said weird, nonsensical things, but in retrospect, he always seemed to prove him right.

Such a charm made Charles can't help but surrender deeply, and he thinks that maybe this is a natural leader.

But now Brando stared at the green mountains in the distance—he suddenly remembered that it wasn't the Stag Forest, and that it was the Forest that he had traveled alone from Prague to Ridenburg, and had risen a notch on the way. There was a wolverine distribution area on it, and up there was an ancient castle, which was one of the places he had to go in the future.

The terms True Dragon Sword, Fledgling Dragons of more than 50 levels, and Dragon Emblem swirled around in his mind, and Brando hurriedly shook his head to sober himself up. The days of fighting have raised his mercenary level to level 10, and his total level has reached level 17.

Now his attribute is 6.7 energy levels of strength, 6.6 energy levels of physique, and his body is close to 7 times that of ordinary people. Dexterity is 4.3 energy levels, intelligence 1.1 energy levels, and will 2.9 energy levels, and in general it is still hovering in the lower reaches of black iron, but it is close to the midstream level.

It wasn't until the past two days that he realized that skills were a rarity in this world, but Brando immediately realized that this was not due to the difference between this world and the game world he was familiar with, but his own misunderstanding.

If everyone in this world is regarded as an NPC, then it is a matter of course, after all, only players can enjoy the discount of the class's own skills.

Only then did he understand why he had fought so smoothly in Pine Castle, and he roughly calculated that his full skills were about the same as the level of a swordsman in the middle of black iron, and in Golan-Elson, the most barren and remote province in all of Eruin, it was already a combat power that could be regarded as eye-catching.

Even at his level, it is more than enough to be a captain-level figure in the White-Maned Legion, not to mention any garrisons and militias.

But it's really palpitating to think about it, he was obviously in one of the least intense war zones in the First War of the Black Roses, but even so, he almost didn't escape - although Starong was one of the top generals in Madara in the future, he was just a newcomer with no qualifications at this time. With the exception of Tagus and prominent Dark Lords like Kabais, most of his men were new officers like Rothko.

However, Instaron's army of undead minor, such as corpse witches, skeleton soldiers, pale riders, black knights, and ghosts, was on par with the old white-maned army of Golan Elson, who had an elite black knight in his hands and three thousand white winged cavalry in Van Mill's fortress. Tagus had a three-headed skull dragon in his hands, and the defenses of Fort Ridenburg were not weak at all.

Freya and Roman may not know why Brando didn't fly directly into the city with gargoyles, of course, on the one hand, to avoid the future Valkyrie from getting hot-headed, but also because of the forbidden spires on the walls.

Unfortunately, no matter how good the city defense facilities are, they need to be used by people to be effective. It is no wonder that the incompetent nobles of Ridenburg gave away the fortress built by Eruin at a cost of tens of millions, and it is no wonder that they were defeated in this war.

Brando came back to his senses and couldn't help but let out a long breath. In any case, he at least led these people out with them, and yesterday they should have pursued the advance party of 'Dead Maggot' Magu, which was the last sharp blade of Tagus to the north, and further on, it was the northern edge of the Jianshi River Valley in Yima Pingchuan.

More than thirty mercenaries rested on the river beach for a while, until the armed refugees behind them caught up - the people behind were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, and then realized that they had already won, and Freya herself told them that as long as they held on to this night, they would be victorious.

So that's the win.

The men screamed and jumped, some even wept with joy, some fell to their knees and wept, but many more ran up and surrounded the cavalry, hugging them and cheering in unison.

Brando didn't stop these people, he just ordered them to rest in place, and then led the core of more than a dozen people to meet Freya not far away. But everyone stopped and looked at the group.

The girl in azure armor, with a long ponytail tied high, standing upright on horseback and looking heroic.

"Brando, did we really win?" Freya asked, a little tired, but still a little incredulous. She made a promise to the refugees, but it was only because she wishfully believed in Brando.

Brando nodded.

This simple action made the future Valkyrie actually sit on the horse and shed tears, her face was covered with dust, and the tears washed two white marks on the dirt, which looked ridiculous. But no one in the audience could laugh.

"Okay, don't cry, let's go and inform the people in the back. We have won, and we need more people to know about it. Brando leaned over and patted her on the shoulder.

Freya wiped her eyes and nodded vigorously. She wiped it with her hand, and her pointed face turned into a flower face. Brando couldn't help but laugh anymore - he couldn't help but think of that night, it was the girl and the mercenaries from the Bronze Dragon Story Club Bar who came out at a critical moment to collect and save most of the citizens of the northern city.

Brando didn't know how Freya managed to convince those people, only that the bar owner named Leto supported her, and with the mercenaries of the Bronze Dragon Tales Society, she gathered more and more followers. Among them were refugees, mercenaries from the city, adventurers, and even white-maned legion infantry.

And Freya leads these people.

He could scarcely believe that it was Freya, who had been dressed in a rustic manner just a few days ago. She was so serious at the time, she was riding on a horse, and the kind of temperament she exuded was so similar to that of the future Valkyrie.

Hence the story that followed.

He thought about these things and rode alongside Freya, who seemed to be born with riding skills, and Brando didn't know how to ride in the first place—a skill he had learned from a veteran with more than 30 points of experience. At that time, the veteran looked disdainful, but immediately became dumbfounded.

In fact, you will be dumbfounded when you see a person who has learned a new skill after listening to the gist once, and mastered it better than you did.

There was also a sequelae of this incident, so much so that the veteran later met people and praised Brando as a genius, a real genius.

Freya lowered her head, as if immersed in her own thoughts, while Brando looked up at the sky, and although it was early morning, the sun was about to rise from the other side of the valley.

He heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from behind, and when he looked back, it was the mercenary leader named Bartom, whose striking brown-red beard made Brando unable to remember.

"Brando?" He shouted from behind with a few others.

Freya also looked back for a moment.

"How?" Brando asked.

"Do you have any ideas?"

"What's the idea?"

"I can't live in this world, so we discussed it and planned to form a mercenary group. We were all killed in the pile of dead people, and we trusted each other. Bartom looked at Brando and smiled, "You come to be our leader." ”

Brando looked at him in surprise, and then at the few people behind him, who must have had a plan in mind. Mercenary group, this is a good idea, but Brando knows that it is not the most ripe time, so he shakes his head and replies, "Go ahead, if you want any help, come to me." My parents are still in Pragues, and I'm going to have to go to them—"

Bartom was stunned and couldn't help but scratch his head. However, he was originally a mercenary, and he had a bold personality, so he didn't care too much. He thought for a moment and asked, "Then where are you going to go first?" ”

"I'm going to Anzek, where someone is waiting for us. Then we'll move to Pragues, and we'll meet again if we have the chance. ”

Bartom nodded, but couldn't help but ask again, "Are you really not coming?" Everybody is convinced of you, Brando, you're the best, we all know it! ”

Brando smiled and nodded, "Let's talk about it when we have a chance." ”

"I see. But Brando, this position awaits you at any time, and you remember my Bartom, my redbeard has always been a man of his word. ”

Brando laughed, but raised his hand for everyone to stop.

They happened to be walking up a slope covered with gravel and stopped to look down, and below them were the tents of refugees that stretched for a mile or two. At this moment, everyone in the refugee camp also happened to stop their movements, and couldn't help but look at the few knights who came out of the mouth of the canyon.

"We won!"

"We won!"

"Win!"

"Win!"

Brando's shouts echoed through the canyon, echoing on both sides of the stream. Everyone in the camp was stunned, but then a huge wave spread through the crowd.

"Freya!" Brando shouted.

"Freya!" An echo of the voice.

"Freya!"

"Long live Lord Freya!" There was jubilation in the camp.

The pony-tailed girl was stunned, she didn't understand what Brando was going to do, she couldn't help but look back, but the young man's face was just determined. He turned around and handed her his hand, and Freya hesitated for a moment before putting it down.

Brando smiled inwardly and raised the female knight's hand aloft. And the sun rose in an instant, and the sun bathed several knights from the back of the canyon.

"Freya, the next step is your own path—" said the young man in his heart.

―――――― End of Volume 1――――――

(PS. moved, I was watching the night copy of the hundred ghosts, and I was directly shocked at the beginning.

Sky Watcher's new book "Supreme Sword God" is pretty good, but sometimes it doesn't feel refreshing enough. ）