Scene 368 Requiem XVIII

The overwhelming barbarian demons turned in mid-air and flew towards the humans near the second flame door, like a shadow under the giant claws of a demon sweeping across the sky. Watching this scene, Brando couldn't help but think of the Great Locust Plague of Solaniland that occurred in the Year of the Trade Winds of the Second Era. At that time, the locusts that covered the sky and the sun were a true portrayal of today's scene.

The second flame door is completely shattering, disintegrating into numerous pieces, merging into the heavy rain like countless golden butterflies dissipating one by one. Standing in the rain and looking up at the flying flames, Griffin couldn't help feeling a glimmer of hope rising from the depths of his eyes. The half-elf princess pursed her lips and clenched her fists.

But the remaining knights were still immersed in excitement, and their high self-confidence and morale seemed to make them ignore the situation on the battlefield for a while. Only Nicholas and Laird had some doubts in their hearts. They turned their heads and looked at Brando. They knew very well that Garlock had basically lost the ability to cast spells. Now they want to approach the third portal by surprise. Can the young people who come to Miracle surprise them again?

The heavy rain was pouring down, even covering up the screams of the demons behind the rain curtain.

Brando stood in the rain and barely straightened his face. Although he was not sure at all, he knew that he should not be pessimistic and desperate first. At least not let other people see his hesitation.

"I have to find a way to kill them first." He replied quietly.

"How to kill?" The knights and Nicholas asked together, but it was different from the confidence of the knights. Nicholas asked sincerely. Although he and Brando were on opposite sides of each other a few hours ago. But he didn't have any prejudice against Brando. On the contrary, he admired Brando's calmness when he fought against the devil.

There are not many young swordsmen like Eruin. He seems to have seen from Brando the era when he was learning swords, but Brando's achievements must be higher than him. In terms of age, the flame-haired swordsman, who was almost the generation of Brando's father, was not jealous, only relieved.

How to kill it.

This is a core issue for Brando. He looked up at the red tide sweeping across the turquoise meadow through the rain curtain, and even felt a slight tremor from the ground. And beside him, including the witch and all the others, there were only twenty or thirty people in total. There were also many wounded and disabled personnel, as well as non-combatants such as Antitina and Delphiri.

If it was said that such a group of people could fight a bloody way out of the demon army, Brando himself would not believe it. It's just a joke to use perseverance to defeat an opponent.

Now there is only one chance.

The giant king Punic's cloak still has about thirty breaths left. That's about a minute. There is no problem with this giant's cloak accommodating several people, but the problem is that one minute is definitely not enough for them to reach another portal from this portal.

Although the distance of 2,000 meters is not too far, it is walking through the army of demons.

"The troops are divided into two groups." Brando considered silently for a while. finally answered. His purpose was simple, to use one group of people as cannon fodder to attract the demon's attention, while the other group used Punic cloaks to escort Antitina and Charles to the third portal.

He briefly stated his thoughts, and Nicholas and Laird understood them. The head of the Old White Lion Legion thought about it for a while and said, "This is indeed the only way now, but I don't know how Mr. Brando plans to group it?"

Brando fell silent, in fact, he had already planned in his heart.

Due to the existence of the giant king's cloak, the staffing of this team can actually be very simple. First of all, Antitina and Ciel must be included as the 'demolition' team, and there must be a person who can deal with the horned demon next to the portal.

The best candidates in Brando's mind are Antitina, Charles, Nicholas, Delfery, Her Royal Highness, Garlock and Sugar Bowl. Of course, Brando does not deny that he joined Her Royal Highness because of his own selfishness,

But no matter what, Her Royal Highness Princess Ruo died here. Then everything he did before would become meaningless.

That being the case, he might as well not come to Amperesel, then history will follow the previous track, and there will be no invasion of demons at all.

Only by truly changing the future of Eruin, everything that happened today, and the dead, will appear valuable.

As for the reason why Sugar Bowl and Garlock joined, it was even simpler. He would never let a little girl who was unconscious and lost her fighting power go to her death. What's more, she had saved his life and the princess's life before. And the old wizard who lost his combat effectiveness also had almost the same considerations.

As soon as Brando said his thoughts, the surroundings fell silent. Indeed, who would be willing to die? At least Brando himself would not be so willing. Because the meaning of taking a risk is completely different from the previous one. This time their mission is to die.

He raised his head and looked at the inauthentic faces of all the people in the rain-like in "Amber Sword", looking at the faces of every like-minded comrade who left in the red canyon Same.

"I'm sorry, but we have no way out," Brando replied, "I hope everyone will help me at least one last time. I don't want to lie. Today, in the best case, we may win. In the worst case, I at least hope to die with you all."

Brando believes that he has no right to ask anyone to die for a certain purpose, no matter how noble the purpose is. Half of his soul comes from modern times, and some deep-rooted thoughts have already been planted in his heart, as if all people are created equal.

At that moment, he felt for the first time that the ideas of certain players did not seem to be suitable for this world. Because he can't treat everyone as NPCs, they are living beings. Even today he is used to taking risks like a player, but until this adventure involves everyone.

Her Royal Highness is not his Royal Highness, and Eruin is not his own Eruin. Maybe he knows all this is correct. But ideal in reality. He may not have the power to help others choose.

Especially for these people who have lived on this land for generations, perhaps survival is the most important choice. Until this moment Brando suddenly understood that this was not wavering, but an unprecedented maturity.

If you want to pay and gain something, at least you must first learn to take responsibility.

In the face of real death, Brando finally understood this.

It wasn't until now that he suddenly understood Laird's thoughts. He couldn't help but glanced at the former head of the old White Lion Legion.

Laird was looking at him too.

The old man only has appreciation in his eyes.

Laird was also silent in his heart, because the old man suddenly realized his mistake. If it is just to survive, then what is the need for this ancient kingdom to exist? The Eruins are also descendants of the King of Fire, and they left Cruz to resist the tyranny of the nobles.

If such an ideal cannot be maintained. So what is the significance of Aruin's existence itself?

Whether it is Brando in front of him or the young people of the White Lions, they are the best people in the kingdom, and their ideals are so similar. They shouldn't be fighting each other.

In fact, Brando also expected one thing wrong. That is, this is Warnd, not his original world. Here, not everyone will agree with some of his ideas——

The knights stared at the young lord dumbfounded.

They really couldn't figure out why he had to apologize to them. The noble behavior shining here at this moment was enough for Aruin to re-establish that flag. It was Brando who brought all this, as if to make them re-emerge. Back to the time when the glorious banner was still shining on the plain.

What's wrong with him--

Everyone really felt such respect, and Brando told them that he was not the one who led them to become heroes. Rather, they chose to take such a path, and he distributed the glory to everyone.

What else are they dissatisfied with?

There is only endless reverence left in everyone's heart. When Lord Martha endowed them with spirits, she endowed them with the most noble qualities. However, at this moment, such qualities are shining in the heavy rain. Mother's expectations seem to be added to everyone.

"My lord, please don't say that," the knights couldn't help replying: "If we still have complaints, what will Aruin's sages think of us?"

"The most noble behavior is here, and I will only be honored because of my choice." The old wizard also sighed: "Please remove me from another list, because you have no right to deprive me The glory of this old bone. Even if I am a wizard, I still have blood, because I am still an Aruin."

"Is it only Eruin who has glory?" Templar Stephen took a deep look at Brando: "The sages made an oath on the holy white plain, and the descendants of us can only continue to write the legend of flames with blood. "He bowed slightly to Brando and replied.

Obedience is part of this standard knightly ritual. There is also respect.

It was a follow in the footsteps of the Lord of Fire, a fanatical believer's respect for the true ideal. Only the same people can understand each other, whether it is the Eruin people or the Cruz people, there are people who pursue the same good things among them. He wants to prove. And only this.

Babasha didn't answer at the side, but just smiled mysteriously. Lord Dragon of Darkness was once called the Fool. But the really stupid ones are only those vulgar world people.

Brando was dumbfounded.

The words of the knights came to my ears again. Just like the vows that echoed in his heart every night, people who seek like-minded people have such footprints there. Whether they are men or women, old people or children, strong or ordinary, ideals are not noble or humble because of people.

Brando once thought that he could only find those pure ideals in the game, but he found that he was wrong.

But now they're back.

Right here, beside him.

Just like the players who fought side by side with him back then. Frustration, failure and death can't stop their pace. Others laugh at them as fools, insisting on a fictitious data that doesn't exist. But the world itself is not like this, nothing is born with a special meaning.

What everyone strives for is just the persistence in the heart, and this kind of persistence makes no difference between high and low. Brando has no intention of refuting others, but if he can't insist on himself in the virtual world, how can he not lose himself in the larger world.

Shrinking is just an expression of cowardice.

Princess Griffin's crisp voice suddenly interrupted Brando's thoughts.

"It's a noble plan, but it's not perfect."

The half-elf girl took a light breath and said, "The current situation is in front of all of us, and there is no room for us to have a chance to make a mistake. Therefore, we must do our best in every detail."

"Mr. Brando's arrangement is understandable, but here you are the only one who is most familiar with the giant king's cloak. The battle to come will involve intermittent use of the giant's cloak many times, but there is only one timing that you can't grasp." For a long time, it will be an inevitable end."

"Eruin can't stand such a failure."

"So I suggest that I switch positions with Mr. Brando, and I will be the commander of this battle. Mr. Brando will escort Miss Antitina until the task is completed."

Her Royal Highness said calmly. Indeed, everyone seems to have realized this problem. Brando proposed this plan, but the core of this plan is not a group of people who attract firepower, but how to flexibly apply the King of Giants with a duration of less than one minute The cloak reaches the other side of the field.

It's definitely not an easy job.

Although Brando claims that the cloak is easy to operate, anyone can see that it is just because he wants to protect the selfishness of Her Royal Highness.

Such selfishness will only make people feel respected, but it is not necessarily in line with the time.

Brando felt Her Royal Highness's extremely calm eyes staring at him, and suddenly realized what the other party was going to say: "Wait, but—"

"I know what you want to say, Mr. Brando."

The previous conversation was only a moment, and the army of demons was rushing, leaving her with little time. Princess Griffin lowered her eyelids and interrupted him: "Although I have never asked what your purpose is, I can feel that sincerity. I thank you very much, Mr. Brando."

"But at this time, feelings are not the first factor we have to consider. If you want to choose between me and Aruin, I hope Aruin can survive. I can't represent Aruin, Bran Mr. Do, it is represented only by its people."

Her Royal Highness's words made everyone suffocated, especially Nicholas and Laird seemed to know Her Highness the Princess for the first time today. Antitina grabbed Brando's sleeve, as if at this moment she understood why Brando made such a choice.

But what she doesn't understand is.

Why did Brando seem to know all this in advance.

Brando looked at Her Royal Highness, and Her Royal Highness continued: "So please make sure you succeed."

"His Royal Highness." Brando couldn't help but said.

But Princess Griffin turned her head, and the wind and rain fell on the girl, and her long silver hair stuck to her shoulders. She looked up at the others:

"Eruin's future king is too young to lead you into battle to fight the enemy. Today, I will lead you to overcome all difficulties as the regent princess."

"This is my glory and my responsibility, and no one can take it away."

"If I die here today, at least let me say one last time—"

"Korkova's blood was shed for Eruin."

In the silence, the knights suddenly shouted loudly:

"Long live the princess!"

"Long live the Regent!"

"Long live the Kingdom of Eruin!"

The voice echoed in the heavy rain, and Brando found himself unable to speak a word. The words "Princess Regent" and "Princess" fell into his heart like thunder and lightning. The history coincided so wonderfully. In the same heavy rain, the same proud Princess.

An almost word-for-word manifesto. Her stubbornness and stubbornness are always so vivid and shining.

It's like it never faded from his heart.

Perhaps this is fate.

Brando thought.

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