Scene 18 Another Footprint in History

The vast land sleeps in darkness, and there is no sound, and the silence seems to mourn for the lost souls on this land. The starry sky hangs upside down, and the shooting star crosses the purple-red half of the sky, flashing away, as if it symbolizes the names that shine in the long river of history.

Bresen stood silently in the cold night wind, and one order after another was issued from his mouth. The guard team galloped through the ruins of Qingcun to wipe out the remaining enemies. All undead souls must be purified, everything.

The young guard captain felt that the only way to make himself feel better was to do so.

He checked the time, he had half an hour left.

Zeto watched this scene from afar. He shook the glass jug in his hand and touched the young man beside him: "Your name is Essen?"

Essen was slightly taken aback.

"My name is Zeto, would you like some?" He held up the flat wine jug: "Pure Chehuhuo wine, I found it in a wine cellar with Lyons. Unfortunately, after this war, I don't know if it will be available again." Can't drink anymore..."

He paused for a while.

"You know, I used to have an ideal. I wanted to be the best scout."

"But I regret it a little now."

Essen thought this person was extremely weird, but he was a little interested in why the other party regretted it. Doesn't one always regret for no reason?

"Why?" he asked.

"My biggest goal before was to find the enemy, because finding the enemy is my value. But what I want to do most now is to hide those villagers. Hide them, at least they won't be killed, but you know, I There's nothing I can do, there's nothing I can do—"

"this is not your fault."

"I'm a soldier." Zeto took a sip of his wine: "When I saw that girl crying, I wished I could die on that battlefield like Covento. But I'm still alive, so I can't escape. "

The young man was silent. For some reason, he subconsciously thought of Brando. He had an illusion that the young man who led them out of trouble again and again could lead them out of the shadows this time.

Maybe the premonition is true, and all difficulties will be solved——

I wish.

he thinks.

...

Brando sat with Freya.

To be honest, Brando felt that he was not good at comforting people. He thought that another person might have a better effect here, but that damn Brayson left with a stinky face, and Ethan stayed too far away and refused to come—hey, this is yours Captain isn't he?

Fortunately, Freya quickly adjusted her emotions, but she kept staring at a certain direction in a daze, and now her bright eyes were filled with loneliness.

Brando recognized that kind of loneliness. He had seen the same look on the body of the so-called Valkyrie—a quiet sadness flowing, as if it would never be resolved.

But he suddenly felt a little pity, compared to him, he liked that simple, soft-hearted and somewhat persistent Freya, that Freya who could get angry because of trivial things.

But how should he speak? He hesitated for a long time, but the words became pale when he reached his mouth. He had prepared several lines, but none of them were suitable.

When he was having a headache, the girl spoke first:

"Mr. Brando," she called.

"kindness?"

"You said, why is there a war?"

Ah, he really didn't think about it seriously. In the game, the big guilds fight for profit distribution, reputation and even just for face, while countries compete for interests, sovereignty and territory, and the flames of war will spread across the land at any time.

In the past, he might answer, because human beings are always dominated by desires, longing for conquest and plunder, so they always conquer each other.

But through everything today,

In particular, Freya's weak cry was forever imprinted in his heart, indelible. He suddenly found this answer ridiculous, because no one can surpass his own group, human beings—both weak and strong.

"Wars will always happen, we just have to accept it."

"We were born in a very bad era, and we cannot choose our era. But we can try to change it," Brando replied, and as he said, his heart suddenly opened up because of his own words: "Maybe nothing can be changed , but at least we have worked together with many people to achieve it - such memories are already precious."

He remembered the days when he fought for Aruin in the game, many friends, many like-minded partners, many vows, although the song ended in the end, at least he had countless memories—but he never regretted the loss .

That is a memory belonging to Aruin.

Haunted by his soul and dreams, he will never forget it for a long time.

The girl was silent on one side.

"Freya."

"kindness?"

"You must love them very much."

"En." The girl replied, "After my father passed away, Aunt Searle has been taking care of me. They are proud of me."

"But why not I, I love them more than anything else."

"It's just that I'm wondering, why did God choose you?" Brando said.

"kindness?"

"Freya, if one day you become the patron saint of this land, have you thought about it?"

"How is it possible, Mr. Brando, are you secretly laughing at me—" The girl was a little angry, but her voice lowered again: "I want to be the captain, but my strength is only so much, only so much. One point. I just want to fulfill my responsibilities, if it’s too far away, I can’t do it.”

No, not only did you do it, you did it well. Freya, you will be Aruin's last hero, and the one people will miss the most.

Modesty, earnestness, strength, and kindness, God gave you ordinary talents, but also gave you the best qualities and unique experiences.

Brando turned the ebony gargoyle statue over and over in his hand. He stared into the distance and sighed: "Freya, I don't know where you will go in the future, but I want you to remember one sentence."

"kindness?"

"Do you know the word companion? No matter how far you go, there are many people who accompany you. You will never be alone."

Freya was startled, and suddenly there was a bitterness in her eyes. She thought of Roman, little Phoenix, Essen and Makmi, and everyone in the third unit of the militia.

And, of course, Aunt Searle.

She wiped the corners of her eyes and looked up at the sky—the night was divided into two by a fiery red curtain, the green village was burning, and the raging flames in the darkness seemed to herald a greater catastrophe.

"Thank you." She replied softly, "Shameless Brando."

Our hero choked.

But when he turned his head, Freya's eyes were bright, shining like stars in the night sky. At that moment, Brando suddenly felt that his existence was valuable, at least the history is different, isn't it?

...

Brayson quickly got what he wanted—food, medicine. Although the surface of Qingcun Village has been almost completely destroyed, it is not difficult to find these things—the undead don't need food or medicine, and these things are just piled there so casually.

What's more, they still have Brando.

Although the three towns of Butcher, Weibin, and Qingcun are all within the jurisdiction of the Butcher Guard, it can be said that the local young people who are familiar with these guards are really inferior to Brando.

Brando easily found the secret cellars of the two squires' manors through his past memories. In addition to food and medicine, there were also supplies, such as pig iron, copper and even gold and silver. But they couldn't take the extra things with them, so they could only seal the cellar intact, maybe they could keep it for future use.

Of course, it is not Brando's habit to enter the treasury empty-handed, especially as a player. The owners of these manors all died in this war, and they have no descendants. Brando knew that these manors were later burned by Madara’s undead—those hidden cellars later became the most popular things for players, as long as Find one and make a small fortune.

That's why he's so familiar with these cellar locations—the player is always an early riser.

But he can't bring big things, but magic equipment must not be let go. Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he opened a few hidden compartments—most of them were gold, silver and jewelry, but our protagonist dismissed those things. These are treasures in the game, but they are worthless on the battlefield except as a burden.

The young deputy captain of the security looked at him suspiciously with a dark face: since when did this guy learn how to burglarize, but with his character, he won't be willing to fall into the trap, right?

At this moment, Brando moved out a set of women's half body armor from inside with a bang. This is a set of antique armor, with intricate brass plating on the bright surface, and the pattern of meeting black and gold shows that it is a work of art in the style of the return of glory.

But before people looked away from this beautiful armor, Brando shouted again and pulled out an armed suit from there. Then he waved to Freya: "Freya, come here."

"Huh?" Our future Valkyrie lady was slightly taken aback.

"Try this armor."

"Wait," Breson couldn't help but subconsciously mocked: "Brando, you don't want Freya to wear that set of decorations, do you? Not all armor is used in actual combat, you know ?"

Brando didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, he was about to put on the armed suit for Freya. But the girl blushed, she swayed her ponytail and took the armed uniform, saying, "I, I will do it myself."

He was taken aback. He didn't pay much attention to games before. He and his fellow female knights and warriors also helped each other get armored, but they forgot that this is reality.

"What do you think?" Brayson couldn't help asking when he saw Freya running to the back of the wood pile alone.

"What?"

"It's a work of art, it's too heavy, you don't want Freya to wear it to fight, do you? Besides, have you militiamen learned how to wear armor to fight?"

"Too heavy?" Brando heard this statement for the first time. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the young deputy captain of the security, wondering if his mind was flooded.

Without much explanation, he beckoned Freya to come over, and then helped her put on the half body armor. Then he asked, "How does it feel?"

"A bit heavy and not very flexible."

There was a snicker from the young men behind Brayson, an obvious ornament—couldn't it be heavy? Of course, most of these laughter are well-intentioned, but there are also malicious and sarcastic ones.

Brando ignored them, and said to the armor: "S'taz."

The word is an ancient word meaning wind.

The half body armor was instantly covered by a layer of blue light, and it floated up from Freya's body with a splash, tightly protecting her whole body. The girl was slightly taken aback, and shouted in surprise: "This—?"

Brando turned his head back: "Some people describe the half body armor infused with wind elements as too heavy. Presumably the elf craftsman who designed this armor will not rest in peace even if he dies?"

Brayson's face sank, and the young knights behind him fell silent.