"Isn't it foolish to resist knowing that it is not my opponent?" The Gray Sword Saint held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, carried the one-man tall giant sword on his shoulder, looked at Brando, and said.

Otares smiled: "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is strong, but you have no eyes. ”

Brando's tone change made Mephistopheles startled slightly, but the confusion was like a dragonfly passing across the lake. "Even so, you're trying to say you're not from Cruz?"

"Whether it's or not, we'll find out in a moment."

"What, you want to escape?" Mephistopheles looked at him.

Otares - Brando smiled. "Antitina." She spoke quietly behind her, her voice as thin as a hair.

"Yes."

"Go north along this valley and wait for me at the Holy White Stone."

"Holy White Stone?"

"Just see the white stones."

Antitina looked at her lord and nodded understandingly, not asking more. Mephistopheles, who was standing not far away, watched the conversation between the two, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword loosened slightly, and then clenched again, with his senses, he couldn't catch this conversation, but he thought that Brando might not be able to run away even if he wanted to.

What's more, his main target is Veronica, as long as he makes sure that Brando is under his control.

"Clever." The Gray Sword Saint watched this scene silently, and the pale and slender fingers on the hilt of the sword loosened a little.

Brando's respite is a respite point in the past game, a place like the Holy White Rock and the Sacred Fountain in the Black Forest is the most stable place, to put it bluntly, it is a place for the player to rest, and three of the rest points in the Wolf Plague quest are behind the Wolf Pass, and the nearest one is not far away.

After Otales and Antitina finished speaking, they turned around and raised their swords.

"Oh?" Mephistopheles said looking at her, him, and asked, "Ready?" ”

"Your Excellency is very confident." This sentence was Ottares' own answer, and Mephistopheles' arrogance had clearly aroused the arrogance of the heroic spirit of the female knight from ancient times.

The Grey Sage didn't answer, he replied by lowering his greatsword and pointing at Otares-Brando.

Try it -- the meaning of this phrase.

Ottales snorted lightly from her nose with characteristic pride, and the sword in her hand flicked downward, and six cyan air currents rose behind her, like wings.

"It's!" Mephistopheles' face changed—the Wind Elves' combat skills, cruising the sky. Ottales took a small leap backwards, and the whole person slid backwards like a ghost, not very fast—but it was an illusion, as evidenced by a series of deceptive visual afterimages as she retreated.

The young lord was still in front of everyone for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, he was already at the edge of the forest. The Gray Sword Saint snorted coldly and turned into a black dragon to chase after him, the speed was slower by a line, so this chase evolved into a competition of endurance.

Ottales changed direction at the edge of the forest and plunged headlong into the forest. "In what direction?" She asked.

"A mile or two is enough."

"A little far, little one." Otares flapped her wings behind her, as if she were gliding between tall trees. She turned around, and Mephistopheles was only one step behind with her greatsword.

The Grey Blademaster was slow, but that was only relative.

"If you can block it with that move, he'll be fine." She replied.

"No, there is no way, there are conditions for the use of holy sword techniques." It took Brando half a day to lead everyone through Thorn Ridge, but in fact, it was only the first two hours to keep the Holy Sword on the field, and his Earth Elemental Pool was already empty.

The conversation between the two was only a moment, and Mephistopheles behind him had already attacked.

He pushed the giant sword forward, and the three bundles of sword qi were like white ribbons that drew a graceful arc towards the Ottales, and the female knight dodged behind an arbor, allowing all three bundles of sword qi to hit the huge trunk that only a few people could hold, and the sword qi advanced in the trunk like an axe and chisel, and the sawdust flew all over the tree, and the giant tree fell with a bang.

Otares hurriedly jumped away from the clash that clattered down. "Charge." Brando reminded.

"Stupid, in this level of confrontation, the straight line will be predicted."

"Don't worry."

The two continued to exchange opinions in their thoughts.

Mephistopheles was listening carefully to the wind around him, and Otales was obscured by the fallen canopy of the tree, and he could not tell exactly where it was.

Suddenly, the cyan shadow next to him flashed, and the corner of the gray sword saint's eyes moved, and he subconsciously drew his sword and slashed, and the heavy blade swung over, and the wind spirit spider that pounced on him was split into two halves by the volley.

The air-based wind elemental creature exploded in mid-air, and Otares seized the moment of Mephistopheles' distraction and rushed out, and the timing was exactly right. Mephistopheles turned his head keenly, but could only catch Brando's vanity.

There are so many little tricks.

Mephistopheles put away her sword, glanced silently over there, and followed; He wasn't afraid of being ambushed, he just thought that Veronica would be there to solve it at the same time.

At this time, the centaurs and tree elves in the valley could only see a snapping sound in the distant forest, and then a huge canopy of trees fell there.

The crowd could only guess that a battle had broken out over there, but there was no way to know exactly what had happened.

Akane's knuckles turned white, and she stared in that direction with her halberd tightly clutched.

"So what to do, Miss Antitina." Queenier, the leader of the tree elves, walked over and glanced at the human girl, and Brando's words were obviously handing over the command to her.

Antitina withdrew her gaze as well.

"Go along the valley and go to the Holy White Stone and wait for your lord." She replied calmly.

Quinil nodded, and he turned and gestured for the others to move on, the dryad leader keeping a grim look on his face, but finally glancing into the forest.

The team began to move slowly, slowly moving forward in the extremely quiet snow, and for a moment it seemed as if only the Eruin nobles had not yet reacted.

In the distant forest, all movement had disappeared since there was a loud noise, and the figures of the two chasing men had disappeared since they disappeared in that direction.

Akane looked in that direction in a daze, and she was so worried that she felt so bad that the red-haired girl's heart was pounding, and for a moment she was afraid that Mephistopheles would come back and throw Brando's lifeless body in front of her, but after a while she saw that there was no movement there, and she was stunned.

Akane frowned and let out a sigh of relief, blaming herself for always thinking about some bad things, but no matter what, she couldn't relax.

"Akane? Time to go. ”

She looked up and saw Antitina looking at her—a noble girl in a white fur dress standing in the wind and snow, her round scalp boots sunk in a thin layer of snow, and her quiet temperament seemed to make people feel calm.

"That's good, Antitina," Akane looked a little tired, "if only I could be as strong as you." ”

"I'm worried too," Antitina sighed, too, "but worrying won't help, the lord's orders must be carried out." ”

"So," Akane said gloomily, "I hate being so weak." ”

Antitina didn't answer, she herself was at a loss, but the team slowly moved forward, and the silent silence in the wind and snow seemed to drown out the uneasiness in everyone's hearts.

But Antitina was basking in her worries when she suddenly heard a sudden commotion behind the centaur procession—she was already frowning, and now she was even tighter, and the girl turned back and saw that the second half of the group seemed to have stopped in the snowstorm.

"What's going on?"

Antitina turned to the other side, and suddenly saw a group of centaurs walking out of the woods.

Her face changed when she saw the woman in the lead, wearing a cyan cloak that swayed in the wind—it was too bad that she realized that there had been so much going on before, and for a moment she didn't notice that the other teams were approaching.

Especially when the wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier, I'm afraid no one notices this at all.

It was Veronica.

The goddess of war of Cruz chased Brando until she crossed the Wolf's Pass before she really confirmed the other party's position, not knowing that someone had already taken the lead, but her gaze swept over the entire team of centaurs and tree elves.

She didn't see Faina, Rono, and Ehrman, nor did she see Brando, but she recognized Akane and Antitina, Veronica's slender fingers resting on the hilt of the Blue Sky, and she stepped forward—

In just one step, the whole person seems to have crossed the limitations of space and time - and it seems to have turned into a beam of wind - one step, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters.

Antitina was startled and subconsciously retreated, but the cold blade was already attached to her white and slender neck.

At this time, Queenir had just raised his longbow, and Akane had not had time to raise the thunder spear in his hand.

A moment ago, Veronica was at least a hundred meters away.

Antitina froze.

The goddess of war looked at this beautiful girl condescendingly, her long black hair and eyes were very different from the ordinary Eruin blood, and she was slightly stunned, as if she had discovered something strange.

The doubt was fleeting.

Veronica's sword had been used with all her strength before, and it was expected that Akane and Quinil would not react, and she would not do this to a helpless girl on weekdays, but this time the imperial goddess of war was really in a hurry.

Faina, Rono, and Ehrman have not been heard from so far, especially Faina, the little princess of the Flower Leaf Collar, who cannot afford to be lost in any way.

"Lady Veronica, what are you doing!" Quinir raised his longbow and aimed his arrow at the goddess of war, and Curran faintly rested his hand on the hilt of his sword not far away, ready to attack.

But Veronica didn't look at him, but asked, "You should have seen the Cruz Legations, right?" ”

"I don't know." Antitina replied, "They left early. ”

"Brando didn't kill them?"

"Naturally, the lord doesn't want to provoke a war."

Veronica's face changed, "When did they leave?" ”

"I'm sorry, I can't answer this question until your lordship authorizes it." Antitina's sword was sharpened, but her face did not change at all: "Even if you kill me, Lord Veronica, it will be the same. ”

"Humph!" The female legion leader of the blue sky snorted coldly and withdrew her sword, the threat was already her bottom line, and it was naturally impossible to kill: "What about your lord." ”

Antitina hesitated slightly, but suddenly replied with determination, "Your Excellency is not here now. ”

"Then you take me to him." Veronica was a little anxious in her heart, and she didn't notice the subtle abnormalities in the noble girl's expression.

"As an ordinary person, I can't keep up with you, Lord Veronica."

"It's okay, then let her go with me." Veronica turned her head and looked at Akane. Akane was startled, and immediately took a step back and raised her spear to protect her, she looked at the goddess of war with an extremely vigilant look.

It can be seen that the red-haired girl's body is tense at this moment, and as long as Veronica makes any moves, she will immediately fight to the death - the expression on Akane's face is clearly written, she would rather die than reveal Brando's whereabouts to outsiders.

But Antitina stopped her: "Akane, don't do anything stupid. ”

Akane was stunned and looked at her in bewilderment.

"Take Veronica-sama, take her to the lord-" The noble girl took a breath and said word by word, "This is the right thing, my command!" ”