The Amber Sword

As soon as Freya spoke, Brando understood what she was thinking. But he also calmed down, and at least three of the hidden assignments above level 60 he had personally experienced, knowing more, could not risk for one of them.

He did almost everything he could against Alberton, and in the face of a role above the sixtieth level, he was simply dead or alive.

And he had another question in mind. After the end of the first Black Rose War, Madala's army slowly withdrew from Eruyin territory in the following month, while the control of the dead over the area in fact continued until mid-August. Until then, the area was almost uninhabited.

And the dead will certainly not be able to explore this valley, and even if they don't think about it, the fourteen ring lightning strike at the door will make them retreat.

That is, he had plenty of time to use, at least until mid-August. With that in mind, he picked up the earring and went back and patted the girl on the shoulder: "Let's go back. ”

“Brando? ”

“There are plenty of opportunities for adventure, but Freya and I only had one life,” Brando laughed. “You're right, I had some problems with my mind.”

He sighed again, understanding that this was the reason he had been feeling too tight. At the end of July, the Black Rose War ended, and in September, Eru was exposed to civil unrest, followed by a coup d 'état in November. Even from now on, he had only five months.

Brando had no intention of changing history, but he had to have at least the basic power to protect people like Roman and Freya.

It was because he knew how the world was going to be chaotic, just, just, destroyed by war, that he had to do something to survive in this chaotic world.

Freya and Roman may not understand, not even those who follow him now, but Brando sometimes can't help but think, and the prophet has the troubles of a prophet - a feeling of helplessness that knows and cannot be changed is much stronger than ordinary people.

Freya blushed: “What are you talking about? ”

“Nothing," replied Brando.

He retracted his sword, walked outside the rock and showed Freya to follow from behind.

Two people had just left, and the dark spot in the rock crevice slowly came out of two people, one tall and one short.

The taller one looks like a woman in a strangely white robe with blue feathers on her cuffs, chest and shoulders. But a desert robe similar to the Querrides - narrow waist, but unusually overweight sleeves and trousers. She has long silver hair, dark blue eyes like the deepest lake, two red face lines on her face, but no excess expression.

She stared at Brando and Freya's back and looked half a dozen times before she said:

“Aloz, don't you leave them?” Her voice was neutral, plain and uncanny, like open water.

“Flofa, you have to be as aggressive as claws and teeth, otherwise it's too much fun.” Answering her was a very exciting voice.

Short teenage girls are about fourteen or five years old, with long blond hair and a pair of shiny ponytails. She was wearing the traditional leather of most adventurers, but she was carrying a heavy iron box - if you look at it, you can see the five interconnected stars.

Frofa thought, “Then why did you attack them, Aloz? ”

“You're not funny, Flofa, it's just a little test. ”

“No wonder your previous strike power dropped by more than 98 percent, and I'm still worried that there's something wrong with the Golden Rule...”

“Flofa, I really don't want to marry someone as boring as you--”

“Aloz, we are Dragons. ”

“‘Man' is just a pointer. Forget it, I don't want to talk about it with you. That human man took your earrings, Frofa. Doesn't he know what that means? ”

She said, whilst Coco laughed.

Frofa glanced at her and did not answer her this time.

“Forget it, it's a boring guy. But I'd really like to see the look on their faces when they see that little gift, and I hear humans are greedy creatures. ”

“Didn't you come looking for the legend of the golden fruit tree, Aloz, why did you give it to them? ”

“You see, the legend of a golden fruit tree is more interesting than the struggle of a tiny creature. I've decided to give this adventure to these two little guys, and I think the human man is kind enough to have something to do with the King of the Knights. ”

Frofa looked back at her and said, "Do you know the king of knights? ”

Aloz coughed immediately: "That's just a statement, Frofa! ”

“What the hell are you up to?” The long-haired girl asked indifferently.

“Nothing, just a little test. ”

Aloz laughed again.

Frofa frowned.

* * * * * * * * *

When Leto saw Brando and Freya returning, they had settled in and started cooking in place, adding a little bit of anger to the smoke at the bottom of a small piece of valley in a distant, foggy valley.

After an overnight war, both mercenaries and militias of the Self-Defense Corps were exhausted, and Brando walked across the crowd on horseback and saw many people gathered and slept backwards. However, there are also refugees who are offering food to those who have protected them, waking up sleeping fighters and bringing hot food to them.

Brando couldn't help but be a little comforted to see this scene. If it weren't for him, I'd say none of these people would have survived. He changed the lives of these people, and these people went to change more people, and that's how history changed.

Though still weak, it is gradually gaining strength.

He confronted the veteran of the November War, the owner of the Red Copper Dragon Story Club, and whispered to him if he wanted to leave immediately, but Brando looked back and found that Charles and Sue were sleeping perfectly on a crate not far from home, and look at the others, the whole camp was silent ——

He thought about it, shook his head, and now that he's here, his plan is half done, and he doesn't have to push these people too tight. Leprechaun's time is infinite at night, so long as they wait until morning to leave, they can also grab in front of Madara's army.

After all, the exit north of this valley, almost on the beach north of the Tsim Rock Valley, is already victorious.

“Have you rested yet, Uncle Leto?” Brando asked.

“Don't worry, my lord, I'm a mercenary and we're best at taking care of ourselves in this environment.” Reto patted himself on the chest, laughing.

Brando nodded.

“So, Freya, why don't you go to bed, too.” He turned back and looked at the ponytail girl, who hadn't been there for days and nights. Although the Word of Mercy has the strength to restore strength, spiritual exhaustion is irreparable.

Freya shook her head in haste: "I can still hold on, Brando. ”

“That's an order, Freya.” Brando

“I, I...”

Freya couldn't help but stare. When did she want to say she was going to obey his orders? She's the leader of the militia! But when she looked at Brando, thinking that the young man was carrying people ten times, maybe a hundred times, to kill a bloody path from their enemies, she couldn't help but say a word —— as if it were natural -- and finally nodded her head down.

“I, I get it.” She replied.

Brando didn't realize that the future goddess of martial arts had soft clothes in her tone and saw her leave, so he turned around and asked Leto: "Yes, where's Roman? ”

“Miss Roman just rode to the front of the team.” Reto said as he glanced in front of the team. His beauty, as if he had just witnessed something amazing.

“‘Riding’ horses?” Brando did not notice each other's divine colours, but merely questioned them in doubt. He's wondering if that damned girl is crazy to tie herself up to a horse again? He couldn't help but wonder if there would be no lesson for a moment and a future merchant lady would forget the scar?

But before he could finish thinking, he heard a greeting from behind: "Yo, Brando, are you back? ”

The voice is so attributed, you can tell it belongs to some big, big lady.

He turned around and saw a businesswoman riding around in front of him with a small face on the back of her horse. Brando, take a closer look —— did this guy really learn?

“How did you learn that?” Now it's his turn to be surprised that he can learn how to ride in a flash because he has a gaming system that can drive as a golden finger, Roman. So what is this?

“Because Roman is a businessman.” Roman pulled the horse in front of him, targeted him, and replied with a complacent little look.

“What does this have to do with businessmen? ”

“Eh? It doesn't matter?” The Roman earth was stunned, couldn't help but stare: “But shouldn't merchants ride horses? ”

“I must say, Miss Roman, most businessmen do not ride horses.” Leto's on the side of the gangway.

A pair of Roman's little eyebrows wrinkled together: "Yes, is that so? It doesn't matter. Roman's the better kind of businessman, Brando, right? ”

“Yes, yes.” Brando was lazy with her, and he thought it might be the so-called heavenly compensation. Someone with an abnormal head would naturally be a little more unique - that is, the so-called fool has his own foolishness. He glanced at each other in disgust, then turned his back and ordered, "Little Roman, since you're so idle, take me for a walk in the camp--”

“Okay, Brando.” Miss Merchant looks extremely excited.

“Do you need me, my lord?” Reto turned the horse's head as he asked.

Brando didn't spit out a bit of blood at least. He said uncle, can you not be so aggressive when it comes to light bulbs, but he also knows that Leto is a kind, hard to refuse, can only nod his head in depression.

But he just got off the horse, and suddenly he felt something in his waistbag, slightly stunned, and opened it. It's okay not to look at it, his face suddenly changed, he subconsciously thought he was delusional, and then instantly closed his waist bag and opened it.

Brando now firmly believes that he must have been delusional.

Why would he have something like that in his purse?

(PS. Ah, yesterday's first four generations were so exciting, it didn't say. To celebrate today, it was decided that five would erupt. It's number one.

By the way, I haven't had many friends vote in the last few days, so it's like a couple of votes a day, TAT.

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