"Our goal is simple, there are three portals in total, and if only one is left, the mission will fail."

"The task of finding the portal is to be done by Miss Antitina, and the task of the others, including me, is to cover her approach the portal and protect her until she is done."

"Do you have any questions?"

Brando looked at everyone, and when they were about to face thousands of demons, no one but him had the luxury of succeeding. Most of the people present regarded the operation as a noble act—less than forty on the one hand, and an untold army of demons on the other, who could not imagine victory other than a miracle.

Some of the knights of Lantonilan are nervous, some are frowning, some are joking as if they don't care, Gallock, the taciturn curiosity seeker, is demonstrating a magic model to the Charles, Nicholas, the sword of Siphah, is wiping his sword over and over again, and Her Royal Highness is alone staring at Ampessel in the darkness of the rain in a daze, not knowing what to think, these actions seem meaningless, but they are more or less uneasy.

At a time when the real final moment is so imminent, who can face death in peace?

But even so, everyone nodded silently. They did not know that there was still a trace of luck in the young man's heart, and only thought that it was a kind of chivalric persistence and determination—a kind of obsession that would challenge even though he had failed, which was a little naïve in the eyes of most nobles of the era—but it was no less valuable, because no one could desecrate the pursuit of ideals and honor itself.

Because of this, everyone has nothing but admiration for Brando.

Brando could more or less sense the implications, but he wasn't about to explain the misunderstanding. "Well, too much time has been wasted, we only have five minutes to prepare. Then set off immediately. Please hurry up, or leave a will—you and I should understand. This time, there is no life. ”

The crowd was silent.

Only Charles smiled: "It's a pity, we should have had the opportunity for future generations to erect a monument to us to record the heroic deeds that took place here today, the inscription reads 'The great lord of Tonigel and his retinue', but now it seems that this opportunity is gone." Whether anyone will remember us in the future is still a question. ”

The young wizard described it vividly.

"Why can't you remember?" Deerferry, who was on the side, couldn't help but be curious.

"It's simple, because some upright temple will definitely hide the truth, but can we stand up and refute it?" Charles replied suspiciously, and then couldn't help but smile slightly.

The joke is funny. The key is in line with the speculation in everyone's hearts that there is no lack of malice towards the Cruz people at this moment. Isn't this qiē the work of the Cruz and the Sanctuary of Fire? Although now everyone is united and cooperates to fight the demons. But there was not a trace of unhappiness in his heart, especially the knights of Lantonilan, who laughed unscrupulously.

Brando couldn't help but laugh either. It seems that Charles has a lot of opinions about the Flame Temple, but I have to say that what he said is most likely what will happen in the future - if they do die here.

In fact, even the only Templar of the Flame Sanctuary among the crowd smiled and shook his head absently when he heard Charles's words. As a high-ranking member of the Flame Temple, he naturally wouldn't be unaware of how the Temple acted. But there was nothing unacceptable about him—he was faithful to the faith, not to the way the temple was doing.

Brando broke away from the crowd and walked to the edge of the woodland to take a look at the gentle slope to the north, and sighed. Some things are easy to say, but difficult to do, the area north of Ampesel is a gentle slope meadow, such a terrain is not suitable for raids, the little devil has limited eyesight, but Cerberus is the best scout. I'm afraid that as soon as they leave the forest, they will be discovered.

Once discovered, he couldn't help but feel a little desperate at the thought of the dense and increasing number of demons by the portal.

He couldn't help but think that it would be nice to fight in the hills, but unfortunately the demons weren't stupid. What's more, they no longer have a choice.

There was a rustle of footsteps behind her, and Brando didn't have to look back to know that it was the Countess of Swallowburgh, and that she was the only one here who would be so clumsy to make such a loud noise.

"Mr. Brando."

"What can you do?" Brando replied without replying.

“…… You—You must not like girls at all. Mr. Brando," Dilferi paused for a moment before replying helplessly, "I want to know what I can do, Mr. Brando, do you fancy my ability to summon demons?" ”

"Ha," Brando laughed dryly, "you guessed?" ”

"There's nothing else possible." Dilferi looked a little worried: "But I'm about to disappoint you, although I secretly learn spiritism, but in fact, the only demons I can summon are very low-level." ”

Brando couldn't help but look at her, "Really? But I have a question, Mademoiselle, aren't you scared at all? You know what that means here, right? ”

He looked at his watch, and there were three minutes left. There was still a lot of time, so I asked this question that I had been curious about for a long time. The reason why the Legion Leader of the White Lion Legion Rende chose to join was more or less able to guess that the great man was a tragic character in history, a tragic hero, who was one of the few beings who was very different from the other nobles of Eruin, but who chose a path that was doomed to the wrong path.

To be honest, Brando didn't agree with Reald's choice, which may be admirable as a person, but it was too short-sighted from the perspective of the old man's position. The fact that the future of the Kingdom was ruined by his own misjudgment is not something that can be ignored for the sake of righteousness.

But if Reild wanted to make amends for his mistakes, Brando was very surprised by the actions of the Earl of Swallowburgh. Although she was his intended choice, her reflexes were a little too remarkable, as if chivalry was overflowing.

This is not quite the same as Brando's impression of her.

Dilferry hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded earnestly. "I know I'm going to die here, Mr. Brando."

Brando listened to her continue, "But I'm not the only heir to the Swallow Castle family. If I die here today, the Sword Protector family will only be glorified by me, and the shame of the broken sword base will be washed away. I live, my family will not be reborn because of this, and I die, but I can't decide the fate of myself and my family. ”

"So I thought, perhaps, I can at least decide the value of my life," Dilferry gave Brando a serious look, "and besides, I'd rather die a heroic and glorious death, by the side of a true knight." Drain the last drop of blood for this kingdom. Isn't it romantic? ”

She smiled slightly, with the gentleness of a noble lady.

Romance you're big.

Brando could not comprehend her inexplicable spirit of sacrifice, just as he had never been able to restrain the freedom of the nobles for the sake of the family, and he looked at the countess and felt for the first time that there was an invisible gulf between them.

"Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it." Dearferry nodded affirmatively.

All right. Brando shrugged and decided to switch to a lighter subject: "But then again, is the sword seat shattered that strict for you?" ”

"Of course, Yanbao once made an oath to protect the sword seat, and the sword seat was shattered, which means that the Lionheart Sword has to choose a new master, which is a huge blow to us. The family had to face the reproaches and accusations of the pretenders. ”

"I see," Brando suddenly realized, in fact, he had already guessed. If Swallow Castle is not in trouble. Nor will he let a little girl from Dilferry come out and run.

"But isn't the Lionheart back in the princess's hands?"

"Mr. Brando, we swore to the royal family of West Fah, and then the Lionheart disappeared, but fortunately, the sword seat still exists. As a result, Corkova's ancestors swore an oath to inherit the throne in front of the throne of the sword, and the Yanbao family today is actually loyal to the royal family of Corkova, not to Her Royal Highness the Princess. Miss Countess explained in detail.

She said so. Brando got it all right. But to be honest, even if he understands the reason, he can't understand the other party's choice.

He was silent for a moment, and pulled out a ring-shaped object from the dimensional cave. "Your family will be glorified because of you, but to be honest, I regret it." Brando replied quietly.

"Mr. Brando, you don't have to, ah-" Dilferry's eyes widened at the sight of the thing, "This is ......"

"Demon armbands?"

Brando nodded slowly.

……

Five minutes wasn't a long time, and by the time Brando and Dilferi walked back from the outskirts of the forest, everyone was ready.

He didn't say much, and in fact he wasn't in the mood to say more, he just nodded and led everyone to set off. They made their way through the forest and soon down the hillside into the gentle slope to the north, and on more than one occasion Brando had told himself that this adventure was no different from his previous experiences in the game - whether it was an earlier experience of fighting his way out of the siege surrounded by the lizardmen, or risking his life to raid the spirits of Mardara during the Second War of the Black Roses, or later delivering a message from the Cruz people during Operation Clover.

It works every time, doesn't it?

But it wasn't until the moment before leaving that the silence of everyone made him feel a little different. There seemed to be a nervous air in the air, which reminded him more than once of that night in Butchi.

Through the gaps in the canopy, the portal of the Gate of Fire stood like three huge golden rings in the rain, and the things alone made one feel a great deal of pressure. Fortunately, in order to ensure the clearance near the portal, not a single flying creature could be seen in the entire northern sky of Ampesel.

Whether it's a barbarian or a harpy.

That's about the only place where Brando feels comforted.

The demons were probably very confident in the strength of the troops near the portal, and there were no patrols in the surrounding hills. Of course, the demons don't have any patrols in the first place - their fighting style has always been flat, violent and direct, and they can be filled by their lives.

Brando, on the other hand, had expected to meet Jorgane, but it seemed to be lucky. He carefully led the others through the bush area, staring nervously at the hill where the Cerberus roosted, but they did not seem to realize that a force would appear north of Ampesel, and soon they were descending into the sparse wooded area near the gentle meadows.

Brando rolled on his side behind a tree on the outermost side of the woodland and glanced out. The nearest portal was less than a kilometer away, and it was so large that it was almost within reach.

Brando took a breath and immediately turned back and gestured to the others. Everyone bowed down and prostrate close to the edge of the woodland.

Truth be told, this action is nothing new. Scouts often approach enemy forces in this way, even on horses that taught them, but if there is a reconnaissance unit in the air, doing so on a meadow as far as the pan can be.

However, Brando just took a fancy to the clearance area near the portal.

They slowly crawled out of the edge of the woodland and into the meadow zone, and from time to time Brando looked up slightly to see the reaction of the Cerberus - of all the demons, the Cerberus was the first in terms of perception, and even the higher-level long-horned demons were inferior to them in this regard.

But Martha was clearly on their side this time, and had advanced three or four hundred meters, and although it took a full ten minutes, at least until they were almost half the distance, the Cerberus did not respond.

But the good luck apparently ended there.

Suddenly, Brando saw the three-headed dog of hell stand up alertly. If he had been lucky by this point, then when the monster looked in this direction, he immediately realized that his group had been discovered.

At this distance, it is very likely that the other party is not because they saw them, but because they smelled a human being. I have to say that even if Brando had prepared for such a sense of smell, he still couldn't help but be secretly frightened in his heart. You must know that this is in the pouring rain, and if it is sunny, it is estimated that they will not be able to hide in the forest.

The two major scout arms of the demons, the barbarians in the sky and the hellhounds on the ground, are not known by players. Brando only saw the six pairs of blood-red eyes sweeping in this direction, and he immediately felt a tingling in his scalp, and subconsciously shouted, "Antitina!" ”

The aristocratic lady understood and immediately approached him, and Brando got up from the ground and grabbed her by the waist and picked her up. Immediately rushed to the portal in front of him. "Quick! Destroy the nearest portal first! ”

As soon as he moved, he saw the hellhounds on the hill stand up in unison. The slower ones to react were the horned demons by the portal, and the tall demons immediately kicked away the little demons who were fighting, scolding them and ordering them to prepare for the enemy immediately.

Then the figure of the demon warlock appeared next to the portal, those monsters originally seemed to be hidden in a large area of small demons, as soon as they stood up, they immediately ignited blood-red flames in their hands, and then threw them at Brando and the others like raindrops.

Brando held Antitina in one hand and drew the sword of the earth with the other. He was familiar with these horn heads, and knew their usual tactics, and was about to meet them, but at this moment, the Templar and Nicholas the Flamehair had already come in front of him, one left and one right, and they stretched out their hands, and countless golden-red lines of law immediately extended forward, engulfing all the fireballs.

In front of these two masters of playing with fire, the fireball technique of a mere demon warlock is really not enough.

Brando breathed a sigh of relief, and it was precisely for this reason that he specified that he wanted Nicholas to join. The demons are experts at playing with fire, but compared to Nicholas on the side of truth, they are childish.