The strategy didn't mention anything about this part of the plot, most likely because they ended too early at that time, but they didn't expect that before and after the First War of the Black Roses, these silver elves had already appeared on the continent.

With this in mind, Brando simply rummaged through the corpse of the Earth Divine Envoy in his hand. The remnants of the mana in the corpse are condensing, condensing to form crystals of extremely pure magic. This is a product of level 65B, and it also has the attribute of God's blood, which is almost one of the best forging and alchemy materials under the same level, second only to the treasure on the dragon.

As he thought, he couldn't help but glance at Aloz beside him—of course he could only see the air.

"You're looking at you a little strangely, Mr. Brando?"

"Yes."

"But Aloz already has a spouse, and besides, I'm not interested in humans - it's just Mr. Brando's words, and it's okay to try once in a while."

"Ahem."

Brando was choking on his cough when people on both sides looked at him. Then the Count of Baal turned his head, looked at the silver elf opposite him with cold eyes, and was the first to break the silence and said:

"Let's negotiate—"

The Silver Elf nodded.

……

In fact, the long and tedious negotiations between the two sides continued until late evening, and in fact the only real participants were Baal, Leywoods, and the knight commander of the Silver Elves. On the other hand, Macaro and Bugabrando, under the direction of Marcaro and Bugabrando, helped Eco out of the bushes, and reluctantly thanked the latter - the Silver Elves had made it clear that they had to lower their posture because he had guarded their King's Graveyard - and in fact Brando had gained much more from this act, and he could feel that he had almost won the courtesy of the Silver Elves.

Not only were the warriors friendly to him, but the elven commander had solemnly given him a ginkgo biloba in private. Brando, of course, didn't think it was a token of love - although it looked like a bookmark, he knew it was much more than just a bookmark, and in fact it was a friendly proof. In other words, if he is persecuted by Eru in the future, he can take this ginkgo leaf and seek refuge in the government.

Of course, this is just a joke.

This ginkgo leaf represents that the Ginkgo Elf family owes him a favor, as long as he or his descendants take this ginkgo, he can get a chance to ask for help from the Ginkgo Elf. As for what the content of the request for help was, Brando had not tried, he only knew that someone in the previous life had used this thing to lease more than a hundred heavily armored elf infantry from the silver elves.

The term of the lease is 100 years -

Although that thing is not as rare as the Phoenix Guard, it is also a first-class army on the mainland. However, although Brando is itching to give it a try, it is unwise for reason to tell him to immediately express a monkey attitude, after all, this is the real world, not a game. Establish a good relationship with the silver elf first, and there will always be benefits in the future.

Wouldn't it be worth the loss to be so impatient at the beginning that this noble and indifferent race would look down on him?

Although Count Violet watched this qiē with a sinking face, he also knew that it was impossible for his subordinates to fight the silver elves here; The reputation of the Legion of Songs once resounded across the continent, and no one dared to challenge it, even seven centuries later, this shrewd middle-aged nobleman made a wise choice when comparing the strengths of the two sides:

After leaving the neutral zone of the negotiating post, each side returned to its own camp, and then ordered its troops to turn around and retreat three hundred meters each, and the atmosphere in the forest eased for a while.

Brando sat on the corpse of the Earth Divine Envoy and watched this scene, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Although he did not participate in the negotiations, he also knew that the core of the negotiations between the two sides must have revolved around why the Silver Elves had disappeared for hundreds of years and then reappeared - although this area had been the territory of the Elven Empire in the past, one side had voluntarily given up, and Eruin had the right to swear sovereignty. Now, two or three hundred years later, it has long since become part of the kingdom's inherent territory, and even if it is a close ally of the past, it cannot be set foot in this area at will.

But Brando could see that the attitude of the Silver Elves was extremely tough, and he almost did not give an inch, and he did not know what kind of agreement had been reached between them, which was acceptable to Baal and Lewoods.

"Guess why the Silver Elves returned to the mainland?" He asked suddenly.

The dragon girl Aloz's nonchalant voice immediately rang out.

"How could I know about those weird guys, who don't deal with outsiders - oops, don't disturb people's business!" The girl's voice suddenly complained.

"Business?"

"Of course," Aloz's voice unconsciously triumphed, "I'm writing a script about the story of Brando, the knight, and people finally got the inspiration. By the way, I forgot to tell Mr. Brando, I'm a poet—"

"Poet?"

Brando's brow furrowed when he heard this, as if the profession of poet was very popular among the dragons, and he remembered that there was a very famous plot in the previous game: that is, a giant dragon made a huge dungeon under his own, and then grabbed some powerful monsters everywhere and put them in it, making B and other monsters. Then let the unsuspecting players enter the challenge, record the results of the challenge themselves, and then write a story. Of course, those who do defeat B will get a treasure that is actually a tiny fraction of the dragon's collection, and in fact turns out to be less than a tenth of what it earns from each story.

He remembered that the dungeon was a level 45 dungeon, and at first the players thought it was just an ordinary dungeon, but then the inside story was discovered, and it became a good talk for a while.

But the evil taste of the dragon clan can also be seen from this.

Of course, compared to this, this dragon can at least be regarded as a labor to get rich. It's much better than some unscrupulous direct robbery of wealth.

"Of course," the dragon girl seemed to be proud, but suddenly her tone changed again: "Don't bother, it's annoying, forget it, I'll go and write it alone-" As she finished speaking, Brando heard the voices around her fall silent.

"Phew." He couldn't help but sneer to himself.

But it was at this moment that he suddenly heard a soft 'click' behind him, and the young man thought that Aloz was back so soon - but he turned back and saw that Namenes was standing there. At this moment, the former commander of the Phoenix Guard had taken off his helmet, and he looked at Brando seriously, and then at the corpse of the giant beast beside the young man, and a trace of doubt flashed in his silver eyes.

Brando.

But then he smiled, and suddenly said, "I think, that Menes—"

Namenes looked at him, slightly stunned.

"You'd better put your helmet on."

"Why?" The silver elf asked indifferently.

"You're so handsome, I'm a little stressed." The young man sighed.

For the first time, Namenes couldn't help but smile slightly, he thought about it for a moment, and really put the helmet back on. Only a pair of silver eyes were left to look at Brando, but Namenes paused for a moment and said, "I'm leaving, Brando." ”

Brando was slightly stunned.

He never seemed to think about it.

But isn't it inevitable?

The mission is over, and of course it's time for Menes to go back—

He suddenly wanted to say something, but when the words came to the end, he was stuck-the scenes of fighting side by side with the other party for days reappeared, although there was no superfluous word, but the reliable trust was from the bottom of his heart. He glanced at the other and lowered his head, thinking where would Menes go when he returned? Is it the tomb of the silver elves, or is it an altar? Saya's altar is weakening, and although he says that one day he will come to bring news of the outside world to the other party, who knows if he will be able to meet again? Perhaps like a real story quest, he and Namenes were only one side of the story, and when he returned, there would be only a lonely altar left in the forest of Chablis.

Brando knew that the odds were great.

He wanted to say something, but his heart seemed to be suddenly empty, empty, and he couldn't say anything.

The young man hesitated for a long time, and then could only say heartlessly: "You are leaving, then Menes?" But you haven't done what you promised me, you don't want to pay the bills, do you—"

The Silver Elf Commander smiled unhappily, "Bad debts, good words invented by you humans. Of course I will. ”

He said as he took a scroll from his bosom and handed it to Brando.

Namenes hesitated, then replied softly:

"I've written it all down, my friend."

The words struck Brando like a bolt of lightning, and he remained motionless for a long time. Namenes smiled slightly, handed the scroll to him, and then leaned over and hugged Brando: "Thank you for bringing us a battle that I have not seen for a long time, and for making my heart boil again; You are very good, the battle is very exciting, but there is no feast in the world. Plus, you owe me a promise—"

The Silver Elf Commander whispered, "Remember to tell me what happened outside, decades, a hundred years, don't 'pay the bills', my friend, is that what you said?" He laboriously bites out the pronunciation of the word 'lai' in Cruz, and then asks with a smile.

"Yes......"

Brando raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

"It's a bit windy." He said.

Namenes nodded in understanding, and her body faded out of thin air, leaving only his back smile, but it also faded. The heroic spirits of the twenty elven warriors turned into white light and rose into the sky at this moment, and disappeared far away somewhere in the southern forest—

Everyone watched the scene, but only the Silver Elves, Aloz and Brando, really knew what was going on. The young man saw the knight commander of the silver elf nodding kindly to him from afar, as if to comfort him.

Brando's heart was slightly relieved, and it was a little better. Indeed, Namenes was right when he said that there is no such thing as a feast that will never be dissolved.

Isn't it?