The hills to the north of Ampesel connect with the more gentle terrain of the bay, with rolling slopes dotted with pine forests and shrubs. The edge of the woodland is downward, and the view is very open on the gentle slope, but today, the land in the direction of the huge gray harbor is charred and blackened, as if it has been burned, and three huge portals stand on the scorched earth, like three huge golden rings of fire.

Peeking through the portal, you can see a world where lava flows. It is the River of Brimstone beneath Jorgandia, and legend has it that it is believed to be connected to the Fire Elemental Plane Scorched Hell.

Countless demons flocked around the portal, including the largest number of crimson-skinned demons and the more terrifying long-horned demons, low-level demons of less stature and intelligence fighting each other at the portal, tearing at the stumps of humans in a disgusting way.

Brando then saw hundreds of Cerberus resting on the side of the hill, led by several Cerberus leaders with three heads. In addition, there were several red-skinned and purple-skinned demon warlocks who almost looked like humans except for the long horns on their heads, and these high-level demons, who were more cunning than ordinary people, were watching with interest as low-level demons fought each other.

Such fights often turn into bloody battles, where one side kills the other brutally, but this is not surprising among demons, but rather a commonplace sight.

They were originally a bunch of monsters that were chaotic and twisted.

Brando, wearing the cloak handed by the princess, hid in the bushes and calmly observed the qiē. He was the only one who didn't need a brass telescope to see this very clearly - the port of Ampesel had become a hell.

He sighed quietly, not too bothered to pray for the souls of the dead. Although those who died at the hands of demons also had relatives, friends, and even lovers, to be honest, if they did not experience it personally, people were more or less indifferent to the calamities of others. It's not human nature, it's the instinct of living beings to protect themselves. Truth be told, Brando himself isn't that sympathetic, but he's just here to try to redeem what he cares about.

He had long sued himself. History has brought him back to this place, and his goal is to save this ancient kingdom from a tragedy that will never happen again. If he gave up on this goal, Brando feared that he would be swallowed up by the vast world.

His confidence came from the half-elf princess who was beside him looking with silver eyes a little sadly in the direction of the port of Ampesel. "What exactly did we do wrong?" Griffiin couldn't help but mumble to himself.

Brando couldn't relate to her confusion. Because this kingdom has no historical meaning for him, only a future meaning. Just as a princess could put herself in danger to protect the Great Temple of Andrfule, he could also tear down an entire temple just to keep her safe.

But is he completely understandable. For him, there is no right or wrong choice between himself and the princess, but he just accepts a completely different view.

"The Eruin did not do anything, but it was the Cruz who did the wrong. Little princess, the justice represented by Lord Martha is nothing but wishful thinking on your part," Babasha said with a smile, "The Supreme One of all things will not punish someone for doing evil, but will only give the result because of the cause, and this is justice." ”

For anyone living under the rule of the Flame Temple. This is nothing short of heresy.

But Her Royal Highness the Princess's lips twitched slightly, but she rarely did not refute, her heart was soft as water but hard as iron, and her hatred for the Cruz had long made her suspicious of the teachings of the Flame Temple. But she knew she couldn't trust the word.

Brando actually agrees with Babasha's statement. Martha represents absolute order. The Sanctuary of Fire understands it as fairness in the narrow sense, the Sanctuary of Light as strict self-discipline, the Wind Elves believe that it should be unchanging and reverent of the law, and the people of Elranta believe that obedience to nature is the way of all things.

But the fact that Martha herself is related to anyone and has nothing to do with it is best known to the witches, who never worship Martha as a true god. It's just a matter of respect.

However, Babasha took the opportunity to attack the princess's self-confidence here, which made him feel quite disdainful, and the witches themselves were not in trouble, and who in this world could really break free from their fate? Babasha is just relying on the old and selling the old, "Babasha, put the crystal ball." He reminded lightly: "If you have anything to say, you can wait until you survive." ”

The old witch smiled wryly, knowing that her thoughts were being seen through by the Dark Dragon. But it wasn't unexpected, as she pulled out a crystal ball from under her robe—though it made Brando wonder where she had been—and lowered it to the ground.

The crystal ball soon lit up.

Wood's unpleasant old face appeared on it, and Brando really didn't like the high priest who had played a trick on himself.

"Mr. Brando, Your Highness the Princess, have you come to this point?" The high priest of the Flame Temple didn't seem to be in the mood to ask anything first, so he went straight to the point.

This question made Brando feel very ambiguous, especially when the old man asked in front of him and Her Royal Highness the princess, what did he want?

However, the flash of explosion on the crystal ball illuminated Wood's wrinkled face from time to time, especially at this time, the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper. Although this spell had blocked out the noise outside, it was not difficult for Brando to imagine that the battle over there must be very fierce, and he couldn't help but worry about Freya and Cagris, and when he thought of Freya, he thought of the merchant lady who had not heard from him so far, and his joking thoughts faded suddenly.

"We've arrived." Brando replied succinctly, "From our location, we are no more than two kilometers away from the portal. But there are a lot of demons over there, and I'll drop the anchor below. You're trying to get the people I need. ”

At this point, he suddenly remembered and asked, "I may need a few Templars, what is the situation over there, and can we get manpower?" ”

"It's fine, as long as you don't teleport the entire First Fleet over." Wood smiled wryly, "Probably a little longer." ”

When he said that, Brando knew that the battle over there must be a very hard one. With the pride of the Cruz. It would never be said that the fleet that relied on the Eruin people in such a way, but it is conceivable that the battle on the other side has reached the point of exhaustion.

Brando knew Wood didn't want to put any more pressure on him. But he still felt a heavy feeling out of thin air - time was running out.

"Well, you need those people, Mr. Brando." Wood Yan sù up. Asked.

"I need someone who is not afraid of life or death, Lord Priest—"

……

Gallock the Seeker stood on the side of the Victory, watching the battle weave together on the ground without saying a word. In the slanting rain, the Wyvern Knight, the Cruz Pegasus Knight and the Harpy Meltle were in a mess, and the fire of the explosion almost reflected half of the sky, and the old wizard was in the center of this battlefield, and every time the magic light flashed in his hand, it seemed that an invisible ripple swept across most of the battlefield, and there were countless Harpy Broken Bones.

But soon, someone from behind him stopped him, "Is Mr. Gallock?" ”

Gallock looked back alarmedly. As the chief wizard by the side of Grand Duke Siphah. The disappearance of the Grand Duke had already made him smell danger, and he offered to participate in the battle in order to avoid being implicated in the great maelstrom.

"Exactly." He nodded.

"Can you come with me?" It was a beautiful female officer, Gallock, who had an amazing memory, and he remembered seeing her once at Count Yanirasu's side. And now the commander of the fleet should be with the Cruz. What did they tell him to do?

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

And on different warships, the same scene is being played out repeatedly. The knight covered in armor appeared beside the flame-haired sword man Nicholas, and asked with a respectful expression, "Is it Master Nicholas?" ”

"Lord Swallowburg, is you? Please come with me. ”

"Miss Antitina, your lord is looking for you."

Soon, the seven people who had been booked were already in the flagship command room of the Victory. With the exception of Antitina, Charles, and Dilferry. The other four are all elemental powerhouses, among which Nicholas the Flame and Gallock the Curious are masters on the side of truth.

Brando chose the Eruin as much as he could, because apart from a sober-minded clergyman like Wood, it was difficult for the Cruz to truly put themselves in the Kingdom's shoes. In comparison, Nicholas the Blaze and Gallock the Seeker, though enemies not so long ago, are more reliable.

What's more, Brando knows that they are not members of the One Everything, even if it is to prove their innocence, they can do their best. Of course, he inevitably had darker plans, because if he failed, the nobles of the north would lose at least two real masters, and Freya and the remaining southern Toniger forces might be slightly better.

Of course, this is just a self-consolation that is better than nothing.

"Brando, you want me?" After listening to Brando's request, Antitina was able to remain calm. She actually knew that Brando might borrow her knowledge of alchemy and magic, but the Earl of Yanbao couldn't help but be stunned.

What do you mean I want you? Brando couldn't help but sweat profusely, but he didn't expect the Count's eldest lady to look very happy: "No, no, I—I don't want to refuse-but...... But I was trying to ask, can I really help with something like this? ”

"Of course, teleportation consumes mana, do you think it's a time to waste mana at will?" Brando asked a little speechlessly, "I let you come, naturally, because you are better than others, and you can play a role that others can't play at this time." ”

Brando didn't say a word, because everyone understood the danger of this mission, and there was a high probability that none of the people who went with him would be wiped out. For those who can face life and death, he is not stingy with praise.

In fact, any praise pales in comparison to their actions.

"So would you like to?"

"Yes, I would very much do. Lord Priest, Mr. Brando, thank you so much for choosing me! The expression on Dilferry's face was not fake, and in fact Brando knew that the eldest lady was so simple that she would not be fake at all.

But is there anything to be happy about? Brando couldn't help but wonder slightly, thinking to himself, could it be that this young lady is also a person who has been brainwashed by chivalry like Eco?

However, seeing the red face of the eldest lady, he was embarrassed to continue to hit her self-confidence. He turned his gaze and saw Gallock, the Curious Seeker, talking to Charles, "Are you the Charles of the Pyrosh family?" Gallock didn't seem to be worried about what would happen next, but asked with a nonchalant expression.

"Exactly." Charles replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Highlander genius, I've heard of you, but it's a pity that you're a Highland wizard. Otherwise, I'll make you my apprentice, but unfortunately, the Eruin can't choose their own fate. Gallock whispered.

"It's all gone, and I'm not the Charles anymore. I'm dead, but there's a new life. Charles replied, smiling slightly, "Besides, the Eruin people may not be unable to choose their own fate. ”

"Really? I heard that you really returned to the mountains of Alkasha in the end, what did you see there? What did the Marshal see in the end? ”

Charles smiled, but didn't answer, "That's not important, is it?" ”

"Yes." Gallock the Curious seemed to think of something, and was slightly stunned, but nodded slowly. Hearing their conversation, Wood frowned slightly, he turned to Brando and said, "Brando, I have found all the people you want, except for Mr. Nigel, unfortunately, he has died in battle. Wood replied.

Really? Brando was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that the famous unshakable sword in history would die here, and the veteran of the Second War of the Black Roses would not fall until the second war of the Black Roses in history.

At this moment, he deeply felt the change of history. He looked at the remaining two Templars and was about to nod, but it was at this moment that a voice came from the other side of the crystal.

"Since the unshakable sword is dead, as a soldier of the same era as him, my mission will be taken over by me, right?"

It was a loud, old voice, and then a tall figure pushed the door in: "High priest, what do you think?" ”

Wood looked up in amazement at the previous captain of the White Lion Legion—but the old man had already removed the White Lion's armor and was wearing no more than the most ordinary military uniform.

"Captain Reald?"

"As I said, I'm no longer the Legion Commander, Lord Priest." (To be continued)