The decision to divide the troops into three ways was quickly resolved, and all that remained was a matter of departure.

Madden himself led the garrison to attack the army of the undead who had attacked Mardala at the appointed time, while Breson took the opportunity to lead the remaining villagers of Buche who had survived to cross the Dagger River Beach north, while Brando and Roman crossed the Vizer Pass to Riedenburg to report the message.

It was three hours later.

When the disbandment was announced, most of the young members of the garrison silently turned away, leaving nothing but the clanging of equipment as they walked.

The campfire burned with a clattering sound, and the light of the fire reflected a messy shadow, swaying on the mudflats strewn with fallen leaves and gravel. There was a lot to prepare for in addition to the attack at dawn, and the night was long - the last few hours were more like an ordeal for everyone.

Freya was going to gather the rest of the third team, and Brando was going to get a backpack and fill it with the remaining bottle of Holy Water No. 5. An extra bottle had been given to Jossen, saving the young man in exchange for the favor of the villagers of Buchi and the gratitude of the other party's relatives - although he had said so at the time, he could not see a man die for Brando.

He felt that being a part of modern man was influencing him all the time, his resistance to this war-torn world. Brando was relieved when he thought about it, and it was this pursuit of good things that motivated him to change the world.

He stuffed two days' worth of food into his backpack, mainly air-dried strips of meat and a kind of cake made of flour, salt, and plant tubers without much water, and the level of world productivity in the Amber Sword was relatively high, and you would not see such abundant materials in the real Middle Ages.

In fact, those who really understand this world know that this is a world where civilization is not low, but its development seems to have taken a different path from the earth.

However, when taking out the long-necked flask containing the No. 5 holy water, our protagonist paused for a moment. He found a piece of cardboard stuck to the bottom of the bottle. It looked like it was pasted, and he took it off lightly.

It was about the size of a playing card, the length and width of a palm, with a magic circle-like pattern on the back, and a kneeling knight on the ground on the front in the style of an oil painting, wearing armor and holding a sword high in both hands.

Written on the top left of the card is the ancient number 'II', with six yellow crystals drawn in the center of the bottom. Brando knows the six crystals on this thing - their scientific name in the game is 'elemental attribute', and the six yellow crystals mean earth attribute 6.

But what is it?

Brando is well-informed, and there are few things in the game that he doesn't know, but the thing in his hand gives him a problem. He thought for a moment before remembering that it might have been accidentally brought out of Guigente's tomb, but that didn't give him any clues.

In the game, he can also retrieve a lot of messy knowledge, but here Brando himself has a local knowledge, a basic knowledge, a military organization knowledge, what do you ask him to retrieve?

In the midst of all his confusion, he couldn't help but put up the card and asked the merchant, who was concentrating on mending a frayed thread on the edge of her skirt while turning over the needle and thread from her bag: "Do you know this thing, little Roman?" ”

"No, don't call me that!" Roman's small eyebrows suddenly rose: "Huh? What is it, tarot cards? ”

"I know the tarot cards."

"Then I don't know."

Brando looked at the card and was about to say something. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw Brason and several young men of the garrison leading their horses through the shadows of the woodland not far away.

What do these guys want to do? He suddenly remembered this guy's abnormality when he negotiated with Madden, and his heart was full of suspicions, so he couldn't help but put the card away close to his body, then stood up and followed.

"Roman, you're waiting for me here."

"Yes, Brando."

Although the members of the garrison are all excellent young people, and their personal strength is far superior compared to ordinary people, it is a pity that the vigilance is not very good, and a group of people walked all the way to the end without realizing that there was a person far behind them.

You must know that Brando was a small team member back then, and several people often need to use stealth skills when it comes to fighting against the big guilds. Therefore, although he was not a master in this area, at least he was a veteran, and it was quite easy to deceive these young people who had little experience in reverse.

It's just that Brando himself didn't realize that he had already used those skills in the past in his moves.

This scene is nothing in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Zeta, who is guarding the tree, it becomes incredible. He recognized it at a glance as the young man named Brando, whose captain had told them that he was nothing more than a swordsman.

But the swordsmanship in the militia is nothing in their eyes, and the swordsmanship in the militia is the best such as Freya and Essen, they can fight ten at will, but they don't bother to shoot - since they have joined the garrison, they naturally have their own pride.

It's like Bresson, no matter how much you try to squeeze Brando, they won't ask me to duel you and teach you a good lesson, because in their group, it seems that this is self-surrendering.

But now Zeta saw something different, he remembered that when he was studying for scouting, he had a scout from the Mountain Legion who came to teach them some practical experience, and it was a would-be knight who had received the Crimson Medal once, but it was only so skilled compared to the young man now.

Brando was like a shadow in the darkness, each time he moved in the direction of the light of the fire in the valley not far away, if it weren't for the fact that he happened to be between the light source and Zeta, Zeta probably didn't think he had a chance to spot the other party.

Could it be that Vice Captain Bresson is wrong about the other party? Actually, he was a scout of a regular legion? Or is it a spy of Madara?

Zeta suddenly felt nervous, what was he going to do? First of all, it must not be quiet, otherwise the vice-captain's plan will be in vain - it is less than thirty meters from the camp, and the slightest movement can attract others.

He couldn't help but take a breath and gesture to Lines from another tree not far away, signaling for the other party to pay attention to Brando's direction. And Lines was a little strange at first, why did this guy always point to a place where there was no one, could it be that he drank too much? But he immediately saw Brando in that direction, and his face couldn't help but change.

I'll go, is this a chameleon?

"What should I do?" He immediately asked, gesticulating.

"I'll go first, and you cover me from the right." Zeta responded with a gesture.

"Are you sure?"

"Well, the opponent's swordsmanship is very powerful, and there is no middle rank."

The middle section of the unseated is the special term for swordsmen, which is about the best level of the cadets of the garrison. Above is the white rank swordsman, which is roughly equivalent to level 5-20 among the players. Zeta was afraid that the other party still had hidden strength, so he specially floated Bresson's estimate up.

Lines nodded in understanding.

……

And Brando was also surprised, more than 20 people, more than 10 war horses, Bresson, are you going to rebel? However, he knew that it was impossible and unnecessary, and followed for a while, listening to the whispered conversation of the person in front of him, and he was about to get closer, but suddenly he instinctively felt a sign of danger.

It was so quiet that I didn't hear the bugs from the beginning.

Brando's experience was so great that although the nightingales in their team were usually scouting and searching in such operations, he remembered the nightingale he had worked with the longest time, a girl named Shadow, who unfortunately stopped playing.

But having fought so many battles, he has developed an instinctive acuity, and even the slightest hint of wind and grass will arouse his alertness.

Just as he had foreseen Rothko's discovery in the old mansion in Butch that day.

Brando immediately felt a hand trying to wrap around his neck from behind, as Scouts had always done - Brando leaned back, one hand on his opponent's elbow, and the other hand on his wrist. He slid down, his hands in the air, and then thrust forward—and a black figure flew out and slammed into the tree in front of him.

The two were about the same strength, but he had a slight advantage. And when he saw the figure fall to the ground, he didn't immediately defend himself, but turned around and pounced on him, and his heart tightened and he immediately understood that there was another person on the other side.

With a flash of silver light, Brando's thorn of light was unsheathed. He stepped aside, the sword in his hand already resting on the neck of the man who rushed up behind him.

The faint light of the sword reflected the faces of the two men.

Lines and Zeta, who were stunned, had thought that Brando's swordsmanship might be stronger than that of their vice-captain, but it must have been limited, they had seen Bresson's swordsmanship, which was the best among the official members of the garrison, but in terms of swordsmanship alone, they couldn't be one against two.

They couldn't help but feel a little like they were in a dream, looking at the sword in each other's hands - what was going on?

……

"Captain Madden is a veteran of the November War, and everyone knows that. He had already served the kingdom once, and he had proven his loyalty. Listen to me, guys, we have an old saying, don't we? If Martha-sama lets a man live, then you must cherish this luck—"

"We can't afford to let a veteran who has retired from the battlefield of honor gamble his life again, which is why I have made this decision, please let me lead you to fight to protect Buch. It's not that I'm going to deprive anyone of the glory, but I can't escape—"

"Well said, Vice-Captain."

"We've got your back."

"Captain Madden will understand you."

Breson laughed a little, and when Madden ordered him to lead the villagers to break through to the Dagger River Beach, he had already decided to refuse. However, he knew the old man's temper and would never object to it, so he decided to take a gamble.

He also understood that Madden was trying to save him, and that the old captain had said more than once that he might one day rise to prominence and become the future pillar of the country. But Bresson also understands that Eruin doesn't need cowards.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Brando. The unlearned guy offered to cross Xavier's Trail, and he couldn't help but wonder if the other party was just trying to find an excuse to escape, because it didn't seem impossible.

But it was at this time that a soft noise in the quiet forest made everyone turn their heads.

They watched Brando point his sword at Zeta and Lines and walk out behind the separate bushes, and at first there was silence, and then everyone had a look of hell on their faces.

"Zeta?"

"Lanens, what are you?"

"Haha, a momentary mistake." Zeta looked embarrassed.

And Brando looked at the usual domineering deputy captain of the guard with a look of surprise, at this moment the other party is as black as ever, how can it not be black, as long as he shouts here, the other party's plan will be in vain.

However, Brando didn't expect that this guy would be so bold as to take the place of Madden and lead these young men who were willing to follow him to launch a feint attack on Madara.

What kind of spirit is this?

Brando thought it was a little ridiculous, but there were inevitably some surprises and admiration. Is it better to say that this is the simplicity and enthusiasm of young people, or is it better to chase ideals? But he could see a sense of responsibility in Bresson's gloomy face.

A sense of responsibility for this deputy captain of the garrison.

"What do you want to do?" Breson asked in a deep voice, of course he wanted to use a stronger tone, but unfortunately he didn't want the other party to break his plan.

Although it seems almost inevitable.

Brando put down his sword—

……

(PS. dizzy, I got up in the morning and saw that I ran eighth, happy. Then I went home happily, came back from dinner, fell back to tenth, vomited blood and saw that today's collection only rose a little, sad T_T

Ladies and gentlemen, please give it a try. Ask for all kinds of support to make Amber's results go to the next level.

In addition, have I offended you, a complaining post has been posted three times?)