Act 461 Last Words II

Brando silently sheathed Xinna's sword, thought for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to feel Mintai immediately. If Overwell is really unreliable, then Senior Bai Jia is undoubtedly in danger at this moment.

But he suppressed his impulse.

Brando understands that this is not the time to mess up the position. If Tonigel wants to win this battle, the rear must remain stable.

He turned around and looked at the young man.

The young man noticed Brando's steady gaze and couldn't help but shrink subconsciously.

"What else do you want to say?"

Brando looked at him and asked very calmly.

"Wait, you can't kill me," the young man screamed, "I am the son of Salde Barbarossa!"

"It's not me who kills you, but all the crimes you committed." Brando seemed not to hear his words and replied calmly: "Say your last words, for the sake of Lord Martha."

"No, I didn't do anything wrong!" Realizing that the mortal in front of him was not joking, the young man finally panicked: "I am a Buga. My father can resolve the war in Eruin with just one word. Wait. Wait, don’t you understand yet?”

The young man suddenly closed his mouth.

Brandol's slightly cold hand pressed on his forehead.

"You, if you kill me, there will be no possibility of this war ending."

"From the moment you hurt the Eruin people, there is no possibility of this war ending," Brando replied calmly, "I pronounce the verdict on the charge of murdering a member of the royal family. The nobleman of Eruin, Tonig Your status as lord gives me this sacred right to judge, and in the presence of Martha, I declare that you will be sentenced to death."

There was a look of infinite fear in the young man's eyes. He struggled violently, but with a loud bang, the back of his head suddenly exploded, and red and white pieces were scattered all over the floor.

The young man's body twitched and fell on its back.

There was silence in the square. Everyone looked at this scene in a daze. Although Brando had killed seven or eight Bugas before, the shock was far less than the current scene. It was a public attack on the Bugas, Sasard and War was declared.

Brando goes too far. Every eye in the square was on him.

He sighed and raised his hand, and with his movement, the crowd commotion, one hand. Two hands, more hands raised into fists.

"Tonigel!"

I don't know who shouted.

Then more voices sounded.

"Lord Lord!"

People waved their fists and shouted fanatically about the territory and his name.

Brando watched all this silently, but he pressed his hand and made everyone quiet again.

"I'm not a Tonigle."

After a moment of silence, Brando spoke. His first words caused the square to fall into silence again. People gradually lowered their hands and looked at their lord in confusion.

What does the lord want to say?

Brando's eyes are also on his people. Although he has never put too much effort into the territory, everything that Tony Geer has now is actually mostly due to Roman and Antitina.

Although the business lady is trapped on the other side of the crystal wall of the world. The staff lady and the princess were also trapped in Gendenel, and there was no news at all.

But Brando was not gloomy in his heart.

Eruin is not just one hero. It is the efforts of many people that have created today's scene. Although some of them may never see it again, like His Highness Levin Onneson, like those who have defended Eruin forever. Because of the heroes in the war.

Although many people are stuck in the quagmire, struggling and fighting against the difficulties and obstacles of the present and the future.

He continued, his voice steady and calm, but enough to spread throughout the square:

"I am not an Elson, I have the blood of a Highland knight in my veins."

"I'm not a Cadrego either, because I grew up in the mountains of Butchi."

"But I am an Eruin."

He reached out to everyone.

"You too."

"You should not just be proud of Tonigel. You should be proud of Eruin, because without this ancient kingdom, Tonigel is nothing."

"This is a land where heroes grew up. Everything you have today is the hard work of people in the past."

"And everything Eruin will have in the future depends on our current efforts."

"Did the royal party and the nobles of Eruin's past give you everything?"

Brando shook his head.

"Proud Eruin people, why do you let others decide the fate of the kingdom? This is not a ridiculous palace struggle, but the road to the kingdom's revival."

He looked at everyone in the square with a calm and profound look, and said to them:

"Eruin people. Go and regain this kingdom. From now on, it will no longer belong to those short-sighted nobles and lords who collude with foreign enemies. This is a war that belongs to each of you. When your feet set foot on On this land, a deep sense of pride drives you to fight. When you understand that this is the war of the Eruin people and not a ridiculous fight between nobles, honor will belong to each of you."

"And the glory," Brando replied softly, "will belong to our motherland."

He raised his right hand.

"Eruin!"

Everyone in the square had tears in their eyes.

They shouted wildly, as if they were about to join in this sacred war. Some kind of fire seemed to be ignited in the darkness, shining in people's hearts.

Luo Linte looked at this scene deeply. It was a scene that appeared repeatedly in his dreams, the glorious flag, the battle of his fathers, and Eruin in that dream.

Little Montolo was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He said loudly: "Please let me follow you, Lord Lord. I want to go to Mintai Territory immediately."

Brando only glanced at them.

"Go to Valhalla, there is everything you want."

In the hotel, Hainf and the swordswoman Claudia were lying on the floor, gasping for air. The knights in black armor had long since retreated, and they were quietly listening to the thunderous cheers in the square.

Hainfu suddenly turned his head and noticed that the female swordsman's faint gaze was also looking at him, her dark eyes filled with affection.

He stretched out his hand and clasped the female swordsman's slender fingers.

"Marry me, Lady Claudia, no matter what, I will marry you."

Hainf took a breath and said softly.

"But we have only met once, noble sir. Besides, I am just a mercenary."

"Does that still matter?"

Their eyes intertwined silently.

Then they kissed each other.

"My lord, Martha, those guys from Kanage didn't lie to us. There really is a World Tree here!"

A wizard couldn't help but exclaimed.

Among the bleak bushes in winter, there were seven or eight gray-robed wizards standing at this moment. They were all looking at the spectacular scene in the valley not far away in amazement: the towering giant tree stood in the valley, it was so huge. With its slender, vigorously growing branches that are even taller than the mountains, the hills of Schavlund are just shallow mounds under its roots.

A city is looming under the huge root system of giant trees, surrounded by tall city walls, towers and fortresses, streets and buildings, patches of red and green roofs, and the avenues leading to the hills are like spider webs, radiating in all directions. .

"What a waste of natural resources." A wizard shook his head: "I really don't know what the druids in the Ring of the World think, and why they would give such a thing to a mortal. Look at their city, it's so crude."

"The same goes for magic protection, it will be broken with one poke." Another person replied.

"Those mortals still call this place the final fortress. What a pitiful guy. Their knowledge is probably limited to those play-like wars between mortals."

"At least it's pretty good here. This is the border of civilization. In this small kingdom, it's difficult to even send out units like the Dragon Knights in an organized manner."

"That thing is worse than the gray gargoyle that the Carnegies eliminated years ago."

There was a look of pity on everyone's face.

"Okay, put away your sense of superiority." The leading wizard said: "We are not here to despise mortals, and they are not born humble. No matter who the opponent is, we are only loyal to our mission, nothing more."

The wizards gathered their emotions one after another. The pride of the Silver people was indeed innate and did not need external things to modify it. They understand what they are saying, but rarely take it seriously.

The pride that comes from blood is far less convincing than acquired achievements. After all, Buga people do not need to compare with ordinary people to show their extraordinaryness.

Except for a few people

"But this place is really too big," a wizard said with a frown, "We don't have time to scan this place."

Although they have another option to use magic to completely destroy the city, which can still achieve the goal, this is a civilized world after all, and their enemies are not barbarians who use magic to kill tens of thousands of civilians. The wizards subconsciously ruled it out. this option.

"Like us, mortals are also proud to be close to the sky, so they build religious buildings tall and big." The leading wizard replied: "We started searching from top to bottom, and I saw something in the canopy. A square, obviously not an insignificant place.”

"How do we get there? Can we just fly there?"

“No, are you crazy,” retorted another, “That would be too conspicuous.”

The leading wizard also shook his head. He stared at the side of the tree crown, where the huge branches were like bridges. A spherical hollow was naturally formed in the tree crown, and countless silver floating battleships were parked inside.

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