Act 8 Territory (2)

"It's more than important."

Brando said while gently taking the ring from Fuluo's hand. He carefully looked at the interlaced sword patterns on the ring, rubbed the cold brass edges with his fingers, and felt a little in his heart - the secondary snake ring, the wind queen ring, the flame ring and the warrior ring - the three sides of the magic triangle area. The positions have been filled. He remembered that in past games, this feat was only accomplished in the Year of the Holy White Griffon (Year 378 of the First Era). The magic ornaments in the Amber Sword are so rare that even the legendary RMB warriors will probably have to wait until three months before they can have such a set of equipment.

Looking back at myself, in addition to the weapons on hand, the long-range backup weapons include the brass-grade shale longbow and the matching soul arrow. There are as many as ten magic accessories, such as the Rock Corps Necklace, the Star of Fire, and the Eater. The Wight Necklace has three necklaces and four rings, in addition to the Lion's Heart Medal, the Elemental Bracelet and three amulets, not to mention the Soul Diamond and the black wood statue made by himself. The magic items are stored in only the first Black Rose War. From a player's perspective, the season that has just passed has been rich.

But what makes him a little regretful is that he has never obtained a truly core equipment - powerful equipment such as the power of mountains and rivers that can change the composition of a character's profession - but he is so shameless that he can do it Knowing this step is enough to be proud of. This was because there was Fuluo in the team. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at the elder sister among the wild elf sisters.

"What?" Fuluo asked, "Lord."

Brando shook his head and did not answer. He had already put the ring on his left index finger. When you put on the ring, the data on your retina is constantly changing. The three skills of Power Burst, White Crow Swordsmanship, and Frontal Breakthrough all gain an extra level of +1, which will soon be fixed to: Power Burst (10+1) level, White Crow Swordsmanship (5+1) level, and Frontal Breakthrough (5+ 1) Level, in which the power burst obtains the master bonus after reaching level 10, and the attribute has changed to consume three times the physical strength in the next action, gaining 10% and an additional 15 levels of power bonus. The White Crow Swordsmanship and Frontal Breakthrough both receive expert bonuses - Brando swung his sword to the left, and the sword left with a "swish" of wind pressure, but after leaving the sword, it no longer formed a complete half-moon shape like in the past. Instead, they all disintegrated into a giant net - it moved forward, and the giant net passed through the center of the courtyard with a 'swipe' sound. When the fish-scale blades passed by one by one, they seemed to refract the light in the air, sparkling, and they tore apart Layers of air swirled, the sword wind swept across, and then the two of them stared blankly at the tree that was riddled with holes, with only the bare trunk left.

The chopped leaves fell to the ground.

"Damn, large-scale attack," Brando cursed secretly in his heart: "Why didn't I know about this kind of abnormal swordsmanship before? Does the Eruin court still have this kind of inheritance?"

"Sir." Fuluo held the notebook aside and his eyes flashed: "Is this court swordsmanship?"

“It’s just a coincidence.

"Brando replied.

He put away his sword, but saw two figures, one red and one white, coming after hearing the news. Qian and Medisa were resting in the next room when they heard the wind pressure explosion caused by Brando. They saw Brando and Fuluo standing in the corridor and were slightly startled. They took a look, and then asked in unison: "What's wrong, Lord Lord!"

"Nothing, just practicing swordsmanship." Brando replied.

The red-haired girl frowned and looked at the bare old tree in the courtyard - she originally liked this tree because she would feel an inexplicable tranquility in this courtyard. Just like the leaf on her head, it always brought her a sense of peace of mind - but she opened her mouth and couldn't blame Brando. She could only look at the young man slightly dissatisfied. One glance.

Brando looked at the red-haired girl and didn't see any dissatisfaction in her eyes. He just said, "Just right, Akane. Come with me for a walk."

"Where to go?" The red-haired girl loosened the spear in her hand and was slightly stunned.

"Go to Fir City first, and then leave the city."

"Just us?"

"I'll probably take Kerenthia and the others with me," Brando replied.

"What about me?" Medisa put her hand on her chest and asked seriously: "Shall I go too, Lord?"

"You stay in the city, Medisa," Brando looked at her and shook his head, "The undead did not stay away after they retreated. I want to leave some people in the city to prevent them from taking advantage of the opportunity. Although Bai Bu Da has no purpose. It’s a battle, but the situation on the battlefield is constantly changing, so I have to be on the safe side. You and Charles stay in the city, two people are enough to deal with it."

The Silver Elf Princess was not surprised, she just nodded quietly and stood back. Akane glanced at her, thought of something but hesitated and did not speak. She lowered her spear and walked to Brando: "So where are we going, Lord Lord?"

"Dungeon."

"Dungeon?"

…

The dungeon of Fir Castle is exactly what most people imagine of this kind of place. It is dark and gloomy, and the air is filled with a rotten smell. A mouse occasionally runs across the uneven stone floor - often bigger than a cat. . Fir Castle was built in the Year of Green, about 240 years ago. At that time, Eruin had to deal with threats on the border, so this dungeon was originally built to hold those captured during the war. barbarians in the forest.

But today, it is more often used against those who cannot afford to pay taxes. Poor people, poachers, and minor nobles who had offended Grudin were all arbitrarily labeled with the same crime—sometimes even this step was omitted and then thrown in here. Such dark days in prison usually last for several years. The Eruin Penal Code was enacted during the most difficult period of the kingdom, and the provisions for the lower classes have hardly been revised for centuries, making them extremely harsh.

In fact, given the environment of the Fir Castle Dungeon, quite a few people died of illness there.

However, after a night of fighting, Brando had ordered Antitina to release most of the farmers who came in because they could not pay taxes. Therefore, the usually overcrowded dungeon seemed unusually quiet at this moment. Footsteps traveled through the darkness in silence, occasionally hitting the iron chains hanging from the ceiling and making a clattering sound.

Bolu keenly captured the footsteps, "Someone is coming again." The old man calmed his breathing - the footsteps were steady and powerful, and kept moving at an even pace; not like a jailer. The steps were scattered, and since last night, the jailers in this dungeon seemed to have changed a lot. The footsteps of the newcomers were not like this. Those people looked more like soldiers who had been in the battle field. They were calm and capable, but there were some subtle differences - his brows suddenly moved slightly.

Footsteps were approaching.

Beru has been dealing with soldiers for half his life, and he has an almost instinctive sensitivity towards those who have the aura of murder in them. He heard footsteps stopping not far away, and then there was a splashing sound in the darkness - it was the other party opening the door. That door leads to this area. The old man knows that he is the only prisoner in this area. He can't help but think to himself, is the other party coming to find him?

His heart couldn't help but beat violently.

With a crash, the iron chain fell to the ground. Sure enough, not long after, the first ray of light came through the corner and fell in front of his cell. Beilu stared greedily at that beam of light, even though the light stung his eyes with tears, he remained motionless. He remembered how long it had been since he had seen the light. Ever since he was captured here, he had not even seen the light of day.

Has the lord changed?

But how could the Denel family be such good people? He couldn't help but snorted softly in his heart.

But the flickering light of the torch finally came in, and Beilu moved a little. He lowered his head and let his messy hair cover his face, motionless. But only after a while, he heard the voice of a gentle young man, which was like a thunder that shocked him and had to raise his head. "Beru Cousteau, Lord Jincheng, the Royal Party, I remember that you died in the Everton rebellion, didn't you?"

The old man raised his head as if under magic, and looked at the young man he had never recognized with a stiff body and a pale face. The light of the torch in the other person's hand made him flinch, but he couldn't help but speak in a hoarse voice. Asked: "Who...are you?" The old man's heart was in confusion. Brando was not wrong. He was none other than Belu Siustu, Lord Jincheng. Because the royal party suffered a disastrous defeat in the last struggle, even the supreme leader of the royal party at the time, the 'Earth Knight' Duke of Everton, was equally affected. He was implicated and jailed, let alone a small character like him. At that time, he got a tip and fled the royal capital, lying to the outside world that he died in the military chaos that night - but it was precisely because he was not an important role in the royal party that he escaped.

Later, he came to the borderland of the kingdom, hiding his name incognito, waiting for the day when the royal party would rise again. Unexpectedly, he offended Grudin because of a trivial matter and was thrown into this dark dungeon. He thought he would spend the next half of his life here, because no one would care about a small character like him. I just didn't expect that one day, my true identity would be revealed in this dark prison.

Even Grudin's true identity is unknown.

Not only him, but when Brando spoke, even Fuluo and Akane looked at him in surprise. It was as if this young lord always gave them a curious glance. The two girls were puzzled because there seemed to be people somewhere that this lord knew. A person with extensive knowledge could be said to be well-read and strong in memory. And the interpersonal relationships are so extensive. You must know that Brando is only in his early twenties, and in their eyes, he is almost a monster. Unless it is as Antitina guessed, there is really a huge and unimaginable family behind this Lord.

But Brando just smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter who I am, I am neither a royal party nor a member of Grand Duke Anlek," he smiled, "and I have nothing to do with the Gendenel family."

The old man who was sitting cross-legged in the cell like a beggar was slightly startled and looked at him doubtfully: "Then you are..."

"You can think that I am my own party, Master Belu," Brando took the water bag from the mercenary behind him and handed it to him: "However, my goal is the same as yours."

The old man glanced at him gratefully, and Brando's move also made him feel more at ease. He took the water bag and took a sip, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Revival Eruin."

"Reviving Eruin?" Bolu looked at the young man with some suspicion. He put down the water bag with his dry palm like a tree branch. "In that case, why not join the royal party and help the Corcova royal family?" He suddenly stopped and looked at the young man carefully, "Or are you on the side of the Sifah family?"

Brando shook his head, "I have my position," he replied: "I also have my methods of doing things, but that's not important. I came to you to ask you to join me."

"How can I, a bad old man, help you?" the old man asked keenly, his eyes flashing.

"Master Belu, you are the master craftsman of Eruin, good at armor making and forging, am I right?" Brando asked.

"You want to raise a private soldier?" Belu's eyes darkened.

"almost."

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