Scene 360 Requiem X
"Our goal is very simple. There are three portals in total. Even if only one is left, the mission will fail."
"The task of finding and analyzing the portal is left to Miss Antitina. The task of the others, including me, is to cover her approaching the portal and protect her before she finishes."
"Do you have any questions?"
Brando looked at everyone, and they would face thousands of demons later, and no one except him expected to succeed. Most of the people present only regarded this action as a noble act. On the one hand, there were less than forty people on the one hand, and on the other hand, there was an uncountable army of demons. Apart from miracles, they really couldn't imagine the possibility of victory.
Some of the knights of Lantoniland looked nervous, some frowned, and some seemed to be joking indifferently. The normally taciturn stranger Garlock was demonstrating a spell model to Charles. Wiping her long sword, Her Royal Highness stared at the dark Amperesel in the rain alone, wondering what she was thinking. These actions seemed meaningless, but they more or less revealed a little uneasiness. .
When the real last moment is so approaching, who can face death with peace of mind?
Even so, everyone nodded silently. They don't know that there is still a little luck in the hearts of young people, they just think that it is a kind of knight-like perseverance and firmness to challenge even knowing failure. This kind of persistence is still a little naive in the eyes of most nobles in this era, but it is also commendable. , because no one can desecrate the pursuit of ideals and honor itself.
Because of this, everyone has only admiration for Brando.
Brando could more or less feel the meaning of this, but he didn't intend to explain the misunderstanding. "Well, too much time has been wasted. We only have five minutes to prepare. Then we set off immediately. Please hurry up, or you and I should understand that if we leave this time, we will die."
Everyone is silent.
Only Shire smiled and said: "It's a pity. It should have been a chance for future generations to erect a monument for us to record the heroic deeds that happened here today. The inscription says the great lord of Tonigel and his entourage, etc., but Now it seems that there is no such opportunity. It is still a question whether anyone will remember us in the future."
The young wizard described it vividly.
"Why can't you remember?" Del Ferry beside him couldn't help being curious.
"It's very simple, because an upright temple will definitely hide the truth, but can we stand up and refute it?" Charles replied sinisterly, and then he couldn't help smiling.
This joke is interesting, and the key is that it conforms to the malicious guesses about the Cruz people in everyone's minds at the moment. Isn't all of this the masterpiece of the Cruz people and the Temple of Fire? Although everyone is now united and cooperating to fight against the demons, there is no sense of displeasure in their hearts, especially the knights of Lantonilan, who laughed unscrupulously.
Brando couldn't help but smile too. It seems that Shire has a lot of opinions on the Temple of Fire, but I have to say that what he said is likely to be something that will inevitably happen in the future if they really die here.
In fact, even the only Templar from the Temple of Flame among the crowd smiled indifferently and shook his head when he heard what Charles said. As a high-ranking member of the Temple of Fire,
Naturally, he would not be ignorant of how the temple operates, but this is not unacceptable to him. He is loyal to the faith, not the temple's way of doing things.
Brando got away from the crowd, walked to the edge of the woodland, glanced at the gentle slope to the north, and couldn't help sighing. Some things are easy to say, but difficult to do. The area between the hills to the north of Ampersel and the bay is a gentle slope meadow. This terrain is really not suitable for raids. The little devil has limited vision, but the hellhound is the best. Scouts, I'm afraid they will be found immediately as soon as they leave the forest.
Once discovered, he couldn't help feeling a little desperate when he thought of the densely packed demons beside the portal that were increasing all the time.
He couldn't help thinking that it would be great if the battle was fought in the hills, but the demons are not stupid. What's more, they have no choice.
At this time, there was a rustling of footsteps coming from behind, and Brando didn't need to turn his head to know that it was the Countess of Yanbao, and she was the only one here who could make such a loud noise so clumsily.
"Mr. Brando."
"You want to ask what you can do?" Brando replied without looking back.
"...You, you must not please girls at all, Mr. Brando," Delfery stalked, and then replied with some helplessness: "I just want to know what I can do, Mr. Brando , have you taken a fancy to my ability to summon demons?"
"Ha," Brando laughed dryly, "You guessed it?"
"Other than that, there is no other possibility." Delphiri said with a frowning expression, "But I'm about to disappoint you. Although I secretly learned spiritism, the demons I can summon Only the very low-level part."
Brando couldn't help looking at her: "Really? But I also have a question, Miss Countess, are you not afraid at all? You know what it means here, right?"
He looked at his watch, three minutes to go. There is still a lot of time, so I asked this question that has been curious for a long time. He can more or less guess the reason why the head of the White Lion Legion, Laird, chose to join. That big man was a tragic character in history, and he can be said to be a tragic hero. A different existence, but chose a doomed wrong path.
To be honest, Brando doesn't agree with Laird's choice, which may be admirable as an individual, but judging from the status of the old man, it is too short-sighted. The future of the kingdom was ruined because of his own wrong judgment. Such a mistake cannot be ignored just because of the purpose of integrity.
But if Laird wanted to make up for his mistakes, Brando was very surprised at the behavior of the Earl of Yanbao. Although she was his intended candidate, her reaction plane was too outstanding, as if the spirit of chivalry was overflowing.
This is not the same as Brando's impression of her.
Del Ferry hesitated, but finally nodded seriously, "I know I might die here, Mr. Brando."
Brando heard her continue and said, "But I am not the only heir to the Yanbao family. If I die here today, the Sword Guardian family will only be honored by me, and will wash away the damage caused by the broken sword seat. I am alive, and the family will not be reborn because of this, but I am dead, but I cannot decide the fate of myself and the family.”
"So I thought, maybe I can at least decide the value of my own life." Delferry gave Brando a serious look: "Besides, I would rather die a heroic and honorable death by the side of a real knight, Wouldn't it be romantic to shed the last drop of blood for this kingdom?"
She smiled slightly, with the gentleness of a noble lady.
Romance your size.
Brando couldn't understand her inexplicable spirit of sacrifice, just as he could never be able to restrict personal freedom for the sake of the family. He looked at the countess and felt for the first time that there was an invisible gap between them.
"Is it worth it?"
"It's worth it." Del Ferry nodded affirmatively.
Well, Brando shrugged and decided to change the topic to a lighter one: "But then again, is the broken sword seat that serious to you?"
"Of course, Yanbao once made an oath to guard the sword seat. The shattering of the sword seat means that the Lionheart Sword has to choose a new owner. This is a huge blow to us. The family has to face the accusations of the pretender and Blame."
"That's how it is," Brando suddenly realized. In fact, he had already guessed. If Yanbao hadn't encountered any trouble, he wouldn't have let a little girl named Delfery come out and run around.
"But isn't the Lionheart Sword back in the hands of the princess?"
"Mr. Brando, back then we swore to the Sifah royal family. Later, the Lionheart Sword disappeared, but fortunately, the sword seat still exists. Therefore, Corcova's ancestors swore to inherit the throne in front of the sword seat. The Yanbao family is loyal today. In fact, it is the royal family of Corcova, not Her Royal Highness." The countess explained carefully.
When she said that, Brando fully understood. But to be honest, even if he understood the reason, he couldn't understand the other party's choice.
He was silent for a while, and took out a ring-shaped thing from the dimension hole. "Your family will be honored because of you, but to be honest, I regret it." Brando replied quietly.
"Mr. Brando, you don't have to, ah" Del Ferry's eyes widened when he saw the thing: "This is..."
"A demon armband?"
Brando nodded slowly.
... Five minutes is not a long time. When Brando and Delferry came back from the outskirts of the forest, everyone was ready to go.
He didn't say much, and in fact he wasn't in the mood to say much. He just nodded and led everyone to set off. They walked through the forest and soon followed the hillside into the gentle slope to the north. Before that, Brando told himself more than once that this risky action was no different from his similar experience in the game in the past. Is it the experience of breaking out of the siege of the lizard people earlier, or the undead who risked their lives to raid Madara in the second Black Rose War, or later in Operation Clover from the Cruz eyelids? Pass the message low.
It works every time, doesn't it?
But it wasn't until the moment before the departure that everyone was silent that he felt something different. There seemed to be a nervousness in the air that reminded him more than once of that night in Butch.
Through the gaps in the layers of branches and leaves of the canopy, the portal of the Flame Gate stands like three huge golden rings in the rain curtain. These things alone make people feel great pressure. Fortunately, in order to ensure the clearance near the portal, no flying creature could be seen in the entire northern sky of Ampersel.
Whether it's a barbarian or a harpies.
This is about the only place where Brando feels comforted.
The demons are probably very confident in the strength of the troops near the portal, and there are no patrols in the surrounding hills. Of course, the demons don't have any patrols. Their fighting style has always been straightforward, violent and direct, and they just rely on their lives to fill them out.
On the contrary, Brando thought he would meet Qiao Gendigang, but it seemed that he was lucky. He carefully led the others through the bushy area, while nervously watching the hill where the Cerberus inhabited, but the other party seemed to be unaware that there would be a troop appearing north of Ampersel, and soon they passed smoothly. The land entered the sparsely wooded area close to the gentle slope meadow.
Brando took the lead in rolling to the outermost tree in the woodland and glanced outside. The nearest portal is less than a thousand meters away from him, and because the portal is so huge, it almost seems within reach.
Brando took a breath and immediately turned around to gesture to the others. Everyone lowered their bodies and crawled close to the edge of the woodland.
To be honest, this action is nothing new. Scouts often approach enemy troops in this way, and even teach their horses to do the same, but doing so in the endless meadows is tantamount to death if there are aerial scouting units.
But Brando just took a fancy to the clear area near the portal.
They slowly climbed out of the edge of the forest and slowly entered the meadow. Brando raised his head slightly from time to time to see the reaction of the Cerberus over there. Among all the demons, the Cerberus's perception ability is well-deserved No. 1, even Those higher-ranking horned demons pale in comparison to them.
But Martha was obviously on their side this time, advancing three to four hundred meters. Although it took a full ten minutes, at least until they approached half the distance, the hellhounds still didn't respond. .
But the luck apparently ended there.
Suddenly, Brando saw the hell three-headed dog standing up alertly. If he was still lucky at this point, then when the monster looked in this direction, he immediately realized that his group had been spotted.
At this distance, the other party is likely not because they saw them, but because they smelled humans. It has to be said that even if Brando had prepared for such a sense of smell, he still couldn't help being secretly frightened. You must know that this was in the torrential rain. If it was sunny, they probably wouldn't be able to hide in the forest.
The two major investigative arms of the devil, the barbarian demons in the sky and the hell dogs on the ground, are not just blown out by players. Brando only saw the six pairs of blood-red eyes sweeping in this direction, he immediately felt a tingling scalp, and subconsciously shouted:
"Antitina!"
The noble lady understood, and immediately approached him. Brando got up from the ground and picked her up and hugged her by the waist. Immediately, he ran wildly and rushed straight to the portal directly in front of him. "Quick! Destroy the nearest portal first!"
As soon as he moved, he saw the hellhounds on the hill standing up in unison. The ones who reacted a little slower were the horned demons by the portal. These tall demons immediately kicked away the little demons who were fighting, and ordered them to get ready to meet the enemy immediately with a curse.
Then the figure of the demon warlock appeared beside the portal. Those monsters seemed to be hidden among the large tracts of little demons. As soon as they stood up, blood-red flames ignited in their hands, and then they rained on Bran. Wait for someone to throw it.
Brando held Antitina in one hand, and pulled out the sword of the earth with the other. He was very familiar with these horned heads, so he naturally knew their usual tricks, and was about to attack, but at this moment, the templar and Nicholas the Flamehair had already come to him from left to right, and they stretched out their hands, countless The golden-red line of law immediately stretched forward to swallow all the fireballs.
In front of these two masters who play with fire, the fireball technique of a mere demon warlock is really not enough to look at.
Brando suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The reason why he asked Nicholas to join was actually for this reason. Demons are experts at playing with fire, but compared with Nicholas on the side of truth, they seem childish.
to be continued