The Amber Sword

The plot was tactically silent, most likely because they ended too early to expect that these silver elves would have appeared on the mainland long before and after the first Black Rose War.

With this in mind, Brando simply went bored to flip the body of the earth god at his disposal. Residual magic in the body is condensing, forming extremely pure magic crystals. This is a Lv65 BOSS, and carries the properties of God's blood, almost one of the best forging and alchemy materials under the same level, second only to the baby on the dragon.

He thought that he couldn't help but look at Aloz around him —— of course, he could only see the air.

“You look a little strange, Mr. Brando? ”

“Really.”

“But Aloz already has a spouse, and I'm not interested in humans - it's Mr. Brando's words, but it doesn't matter if you try it once in a while. ”

“Cough. ”

Brando was choking and coughing, and everyone on both sides looked at him. Then Count Barry turned around and looked at the Silver Pokémon across the street with a cold, icy look, taking the lead in breaking the silence:

“Negotiate...”

Silver elf nodded.

……

In fact, the long and tedious negotiations between the two sides continued into the evening, and in fact there were only three Knight Commanders, Barry, Leewoods and the Silver Elf, among the real participants. On the other hand, Makaro and Buga, under Brando's direction, helped out the bloody Eko in the bush and, reluctantly, thanked the latter - the Silver Elf had made clear his attitude to defend Brando, on the grounds that he guarded their King's Cemetery, so they had to lower their posture - and in fact Brando had gained far more than that, and he could feel himself winning almost the highest courtesy of the Silver Elf.

Not only were the warriors friendly to him, but the elf commander personally and solemnly gave him a piece of ginkgo leaf. Brando certainly wouldn't think it was some kind of love letter —— although it looked like a bookmark, of course he knew it was far more than just a bookmark, in fact it was a friendly proof. In other words, if he were to receive anything * * * * in Eruin in the future, he could take this ginkgo leaf and seek political refuge.

Of course, it's just a joke.

This Ginkgo leaf represents a debt owed to him by the Ginkgo clan, so long as he or his descendants carry this Ginkgo, they can get a chance to get help from the Ginkgo clan. As for what was being asked for, Brando had not tried, and he only knew that more than a hundred Heavy Armor Pokémon infantry had been rented from the Silver Pokémon in the last lifetime.

The lease term is 100 years--

That thing isn't as rare as the Phoenix Guard, but it's also a first-class army on the continent. But now that Brando is itching to try, it's not wise for reason to tell him to show a monkey's impatience immediately, after all, it's the real world, not a game. It's always good to have a good relationship with the Silver Pokémon first.

Isn't it imperative to let this noble and indifferent race look down on its head in such a hurry from the beginning?

Although the Count of Violet looks like water to see this happen, he also knows that he is unlikely to have his men fight the Silver Elves here; the fame of the Legion of the Songs once struck the continent, and no one dared to challenge it, even seven centuries later, a wise middle-aged nobleman who made wise choices against the strength of both sides:

Upon leaving the neutral zone where the negotiations were taking place, the parties returned to their respective camps and then ordered their forces to turn around, retreating by 300 metres each, until the atmosphere in the forest subsided for a short time.

I couldn't help but be surprised to see Brando sitting next to the body of the Earth God. Although he was not involved in the negotiations, he also knew that the core of the negotiations between the two sides must revolve around why the Silver Elves had reappeared hundreds of years after their disappearance - a region that, although formerly the territory of the Elf Empire, had been abandoned by one side on its own initiative, and that Elouin had the right to swear sovereignty. Today, two or three hundred years later, it has long been part of the Kingdom's inherent territory, and even though it is its closest ally in the past, it cannot be freely involved in the region.

But Brando could see that the attitude of the Pokémon was extremely strong and almost intransigent, and he did not know what kind of agreement had been reached between them to make Barry and Leewoods acceptable.

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

The voice of Alozmann, a young dragon girl, immediately rang.

“How do I know about those weird guys who don't deal with other people - geez, don't interrupt!” The girl's voice suddenly complained.

“Business? ”

“Of course,” Aloz 'voice said unconsciously: “I was writing a script about the story of Brando the Knight, and it didn't take long to get inspired. By the way, I forgot to tell Mr. Brando that I am a poet--”

“Poet? ”

Brando heard his eyebrows frown straight, as if the profession of poet was so prevalent among the Dragons, that he remembered a very famous play in the game before: a giant dragon himself built a huge underground city underground, and then caught some powerful monsters everywhere and put them inside as BOSS and other monsters. Then let the uninformed player enter the challenge, record the outcome of the challenge himself, and then write it into a story. And of course, players who really beat BOSS get a treasure —— a treasure that's actually a tiny fraction of that dragon collection, and it turns out to be less than a tenth of what it gets from every story.

He remembered that the copy was a 45-level copy, and at first the players thought it was just a normal copy, but then they found out what was inside of it, and it was instantly called a beauty story.

But the dragon people's evil taste can also be seen.

This dragon, of course, is at least labor-rich by comparison. Much better than some bad direct looting of wealth.

“Of course," the dragon girl seemed proud of herself, but suddenly her tone changed again: "Don't bother me, I'm bored, forget it, I wrote it myself -” When she finished, Brando heard the silence surrounding her.

“Shh.” He had to be cynical.

But it was at this time that he suddenly heard a ‘click’ behind him, and the young man thought Aroz was coming back so quickly —— but he turned around and saw that Menis was standing there. At this moment, the former commander of the Phoenix Guard had removed his helmet, and he looked carefully at Brando, looking at the corpse of the giant beast next to the young man, with a glimmer of doubt in his silver eyes.

Brando's a beam.

But then he smiled, and suddenly he said, “I think that Minnesota--”

That Minis looked at him, slightly flashed.

“You'd better put your helmet on. ”

“Why?” the Silver Elf asked indifferently.

“You're so handsome, I'm under a lot of pressure.” The young man sighed.

For the first time, Menis couldn't help but smile. He thought about it and put his helmet back on. Just a pair of silver eyes to look at Brando, but Minis paused for a moment and would say, "I'm leaving, Brando. ”

Brando slightly flashed.

He never seemed to think about it.

But isn't that necessary?

When the mission is over, then it's time for Menace to go back...

He suddenly wanted to say something, but at the end of the day he stumbled upon it - the scene of fighting side by side with each other was repeated, and although there was not a single redundant word, that sense of credible trust was born from the bottom of his heart. He looked at each other and looked down and wondered where he was going when Menis returned. The King's Tomb of the Silver Elf, or the altar? Shayyah's altar power and the sun are weakened, although he said that one day he would come to bring the news of the outside world to each other, but who knows if we could meet again? Maybe it's like a real plot, he and Naminis are on the same side, and by the time we get back, there's only a cold altar left in Chablis' forest.

Brando knew there was a good chance.

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

The young man hesitated for half a day, and finally he couldn't help but say, “Are you leaving, Menis? But you promised me you weren't going to do it. You weren't going to do it.”

Commander Silver Elf smiled impatiently: "Lai Lian, you humans invented a good word. Of course I promise. ”

He said as he took a scroll out of his arms and gave it to Brando.

Menis hesitated for a moment and replied softly:

“My heart is written on it, my friend. ”

The phrase struck Brando like a lightning bolt, and he stayed there for half an hour. The Minis smiled slightly, handed the scroll over to him, and leaned over to Brando: "Thank you for bringing us a long defiant battle that brought my blood back to a boil; you were excellent and the battle was wonderful, but the world had no feast. Besides, you owe me a promise...”

Commander Silver Elf whispered, "Remember to tell me what's going on out there, decades, a hundred years, don't be a liar, my friend, is that what you said?” He struggled to bite out the pronunciation of the word 'leisure' in Krutz and asked with a smile.

“Yes…”

Brando raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

“It's a little windy.” He said.

Minis understood the nod, his body gradually disappeared into the air, leaving only his last smile, but also faded away. The spirits of the twenty elf warriors rose into white light at this moment, disappearing far away in the forests of the South --

Everyone looked at the scene, but only the Pokémon, Aloz and Brando really knew what was happening. The young man saw the Knight Commander of the Silver Elf nodding to him in good faith, as if to comfort him.

Brando had a slight breadth in his heart, better than that. Indeed, Menace was right, and there was no feast.

Isn't it?

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