The Amber Sword: Act 368 Requiem xviii (Suggested a problem with the network, updated by someone on behalf of someone, if you have any questions, please leave a message in the book review)

hiding the sky and covering the earth's Brutefiend turned in mid-air, flying towards humans near the second Door of Flame, like a shadow under a demon claw that swept across the sky. Brando couldn't help but think of Soranilan Great Plague of Locusts that happened in Second Era Year of Trade-Wind. The locust that covered the sky at that time was the true portrayal of today's scene.

The second fan, Door of Flame, is completely disintegrating, disintegrating into shards, and merging into the heavy rain like numerous golden butterflies one after another dissipating. Gryphine stood in the rain and looked up at the scattered flames, and couldn't help raising a glimmer of hope from the bottom of his eyes. The Half-Elven Princess squeezed his lips and clenched his fists.

But the only remaining Knights is still immersed in excitement. High self-confidence and morale seem to make them even disregard the situation on the battlefield. Only Nicholas and Lloyd had a little doubt. They looked back at Brando. They were very clear that Garlock already basically lost their spellcast ability. Now they want to be close to third seat Teleportation Gate unexpectedly. They can only see if this youngster that brings the miracle can give them again Surprised.

The heavy rain is so noteworthy that it even covers up the devil's hissing behind the rain curtain.

Brando stood barely in the rain, and his face was reluctant. Although he had no certainty in his heart, he knew that he could not be pessimistic and hopeless in the first place. At least not let others see his hesitation.

"Only find a way to kill the past," he answered quietly.

"How to kill the past?" Knights and Nicholas simultaneously asked, but unlike Knights's self-confidence, Nicholas spoke sincerely. Although he and Brando stood on different opposite sides of their respective positions a few hours ago, he had no preconceptions about Brando. On the contrary, he appreciated the calmness shown when Brando played against demons.

There are not many young swordsman already like Aouine. He seems to see the era of sword learning from Brando, but his Brando's achievement must be higher than him. In terms of age, Yanfa Sword Hero, who is almost a generation of Brando parents, has no jealousy. Only comfort.

How to kill it.

This is a core issue for Brando. Through raises head, he watched the red tide sweeping through the turquoise meadow through the rain curtain. You can feel a slight trembling even from the ground. And with witch beside him, there are only 20 or 30 other people in total. There are also many wounded and lost combat personnel, as well as non-combatants such as Amandina and Delfhyr.

If you say that such a group of people can kill a **** path from the demon army. Brando will not believe it. If you use perseverance to defeat your opponent, it is just a joke forget it/that's all.

There is only one chance now.

The cape of Giant King Puni has about 30 duration left, which is about one minute. This giant's cloak can hold several people without problem. But the problem is that one minute is definitely not enough for them to reach another Teleportation Gate from this Teleportation Gate side.

Although the distance of two kilometers is not too far, it is walking through the army of demons.

"There are two paths for soldiers." Brando considered for a while and finally answered. His purpose is simple, using one team as cannon fodder to attract the demon's attention, while the other team used Puni's cloak to **** Amandina and Ciel to third seat Teleportation Gate.

He recounted the idea of ​​one's own briefly, Nicholas and Lloyd understood it. The old White Lion Legion's Army Commander considered it a bit: "This is indeed the only way now, but I don't know how Mr. Brando plans to group it?"

Brando went silent, in fact, he had a plan in mind.

existence due to the cloak of King of the Giants. The staffing of this team can actually be very simple. First of all, Amandina and Ciel must be included as ‘demolition’ teams, and in addition, one must be able to deal with Longhorn Devil on the Teleportation Gate side.

The best candidates for Brando are Amandina, Ciel, Nicholas, Delfhyr, Her Highness the Princess, and Garlock and Sugar Bowl. Of course Brando does not deny that he joined Her Highness the Princess because of one's own's selfish behavior, but anyway. If Her Highness the Princess died here. Then everything he did before would become meaningless.

In that case, he might as well not come to Ampere Searl. Then history will follow the previous trajectory, and there will be no invasion of demons at all.

Only what will change the future of Aouine's, what happened today, and those who die will appear valuable.

As for the reasons why Sugar Bowl and Garlock joined, it is even simpler. He will never let a comatose little girl die to death. Besides, she had saved him and Princess before. The old wizard that lost its combat power is also out of almost the same considerations.

Brando talked about the one's own idea and went silent for four weeks. Indeed, who can die willingly? At least Brando will not be so reconciled. Because the meaning of taking a risk is completely different from this one, this time their quest / mission is drop dead!.

He came to raises head, and looked at everyone's unreal faces in the rain curtain. -- is like in "Amber Sword", looking at the faces of every like-minded comrade who left in the crimson valley. .

"Sorry, but we have no way back," Brando replied: "I hope that you will help me at least one last time, I don't want to speak deceit. Today, here, we may win in the best case, worst case , At least I hope to die with you. "

Brando believes that it has no right to require anyone to drop dead! for a purpose, no matter how lofty it is. His half soul comes from modern times, and his mind has long been rooted in some deep-rooted thoughts, as if all human beings are created equal.

At that moment, for the first time, he felt that some players' thoughts did not seem to fit the world. Because he can't treat everyone as NPC, they are living lives. Even today he is used to taking risks like a player, but until this adventure involves everyone.

Her Highness the Princess is not his Her Highness the Princess, nor is Aouine his Aouine. Maybe he knows all of this is correct, but ideally, in reality, he may not have the power to help others choose.

Especially for those 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 shake, but matured like never before.

If you want to give something and gain something. At least learn to take responsibility first.

Before real death. Brando finally understood this.

Until now he suddenly understands the idea of ​​Lloyd. He could not help but glance at the old White Lion Legion's predecessor Army Commander.

Lloyd is also watching him.

Elderly people only appreciate it.

Lloyd was silent in his heart, because the old man suddenly realized that one's own was wrong. If it is just to survive, what other existence is necessary for this ancient kingdom? Aouinian is also a descendant of Flame King. They left Kirrlutz to resist noble's tyranny.

If this ideal cannot be maintained, what is the significance of Aouine's existence itself?

Either the Brando in front of you. Or White Lion Legion's youngster, or they are all the best people in this kingdom. Their ideals are so close to each other that they should not fight each other.

Actually, Brando is also wrong. That's Vaunde, not the world he originally was. Here, some of his ideas that everyone would not agree with are --

Knights stared blankly at the young Thane.

They can't think of anything, he has no need to apologize to them. The noble act already shining at this moment is enough to make Aouine set up that flag again. Brando brought all this. As if to make them back to the time when the shining banner was still shining on the plain.

What's wrong with him --

Everyone felt such respect, Brando told them that it was not he who led them to become heroes. Instead, they chose to follow this path, and he gave glory to everyone.

What else do they complain about?

Everybody has endless reverence in their hearts. Mother Marsha when giving life to spirit. Give them the highest quality. However, at this moment, such qualities shone in the heavy rain. Mother's expectations seemed to be added to everyone.

"Lord Thane, please don't say so." Knights couldn't help answering: "If we still have complaints, how will Aouine's sages think of us?"

"The most noble behavior is here, I will only be glorified by the choice of one's own." The old wizard also sighed: "Please remove me from another list, because you have no right to deprive Lord Thane The glory of my old bones. Even if it is wizard, there is blood, because I am still Aouinian. "

"Is could it be that only glorified by Aouinian?" Knights Templar Steven took a deep look at Brando: "The sage made an oath on the plain of the Holy White, and I waited for descendant to only write the legend of fire with blood." He slightly bowed to Brando Bowed and answered.

This standard Knight ceremony has both obedience and respect.

That's a footprint that follows Flame King. The believers of Fanaticism respect the true ideal. Only the same people can understand each other, whether it is Aouinian or Kirrlutzian, they all have people pursuing the same beautiful affairs. What he wanted to prove was only that.

Babasha didn't answer, just smiled mysteriously. Dragon of Darkness adults were once called Fool, but the really stupid are just those vulgar people.

Brando is stunned.

Knights's words are in my ears again. Like the vows echoing in his heart every night, those who seek like-minded people have such footprints there. Whether they are men or women, old people or children, whether they are strong or ordinary, the ideal is not noble or humble for the sake of people.

Brando used to think that he could only find those pure ideals in game, but he found that he was wrong.

But now they are back again.

Here it is, beside him.

Like the players who fought alongside him. Frustration, failure, and death cannot stop their pace. Others laugh that they are stupid and insist on a piece of virtual data that is not existence. But isn't it true in the world itself? Nothing is born with a special meaning.

Everyone strives for nothing but persistence in his heart. There is no difference between high and low. Brando has no intention of refuting other people, but if you can't persist in the virtual world, how can you not lose yourself in the larger world.

Finching is just a sign of cowardice.

Princess Gryphine's clear voice suddenly interrupted Brando's's thoughts.

"This is a noble plan, but it is not perfect."

half-elven girl gently said breathed in and said, "The situation is now in front of all of us, and we can't tolerate a chance for us to make a mistake. So we must make the best details of each."

"Mr. Brando's arrangement is understandable, but here only you are most familiar with the cloak of the king of giants. The battle in the future involves the intermittent use of the giant cloak, but as long as there is no time between It's a long time to go for a long time. "

"Aouine cannot stand such a failure."

"So I suggest that I exchange a lower rank with Mr. Brando, and I will be the Commander for this battle. Mr. Brando will **** Amandina Young Lady until the completion of quest / mission.

Her Highness the Princess said calmly. Indeed, everyone seems to be aware of this problem. Brando proposed this plan, but the core of this plan is actually not a group of people attracting firepower, but how to flexibly apply the cloak of the king of the giants that is less than duration to the battlefield in one minute. The other end.

This is definitely not an easy task.

Although Brando claims that the cloak is easy to operate, anyone can see that it is just because he wants to keep the Her Highness the Princess's selfishness.

This kind of selfishness will only make people respect, but it may not be appropriate.

Brando felt Her Highness the Princess's extremely calm eyes staring at himself, and suddenly realized what the other person was saying: "Wait, but --"

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

The previous conversation was just a moment, and the Demon Army was coming to surging, leaving little time for her. Princess Gryphine lowered his eyelids and interrupted him: "Although I have never asked what your purpose was, 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 I want to choose between me and Aouine, I hope that Aouine can go to existence. I can't represent Aouine, Mr. Brando, can represent it Only its people. "

The words of Her Highness the Princess are suffocating to everyone, especially Nicholas and Lloyd. It seems as if they met this Her Highness the Princess for the first time today. Amandina grabbed the sleeve of Brando's, as if at this moment I understood why Brando had to make that choice.

But what she doesn't understand is.

Why Brando seems to know all this beforehand.

Brando looked at Her Highness the Princess, Her Highness the Princess continued: "So please make sure, you must succeed."

"Her Highness the Princess." Brando couldn't help saying.

But Princess Gryphine turned back, and the wind and rain fell on the girl, and her long silver hair was attached to her shoulder. She looked up at the others:

"The future king of Aouine is still young and cannot lead you to battle in person. Today, I will lead you to overcome all difficulties as Princess-Regent."

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

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

"The blood of Corcova flows for Aouine."

In a silence, Knights suddenly shouted:

"Long live Princess!"

"Long live Regent!"

"Long live the Aouine Kingdom!"

The voice echoed in the heavy rain. Brando found that he couldn't even say a word. The Princess-Regent five words, like the thunder and lightning, landed in his heart. The history overlapped so wonderfully. In the same heavy rain, the same proud Her Highness the Princess.

An almost unchanged declaration. Her stubbornness and stubbornness will always be so bright and shining.

It's like he's never faded from his heart.

Perhaps this is destiny.

Brando thought.

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