Scene 44 All-Professional Hegemony (End)

Before Brando could continue to ask, he suddenly waved his hand and said, "Okay, what I have to do has been done. Brando, I am very glad to see that you can officially join us and become a member of us—this time, let's say goodbye After that, the future may be difficult to see again, and the future path can only be left to you."

Brando froze for a moment.

Although he didn't know that the elemental emperor would leave eventually, but when the other party said goodbye, he realized that what he was facing was a legend from thousands of years ago.

"Lord Tumen..."

"Hey, don't be shy. We are all big men. Besides, that guy from St. Osor will teach you, I believe you will not have too many problems." Tumen smiled slightly: "Although I am a bit stupid, I am the best. one of the students."

"snort!"

After the wind snorted heavily. But she raised her head, looked at the already translucent Tumen, and couldn't help frowning: "Old guy, I also have a question."

Tumen turned his head and asked with a smile, "You can ask, my student."

"After the battle of Osopau, did you really die..." St. Osor hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

There seemed to be a moment of silence on the platform.

But Tumen finally spread his hands: "I'm afraid it's hard for me to answer this question. Because you know the history after the first battle of Osopao better than I do——when I leave this image, the former king should return it." In Elka."

"That was before entering the Great Swamp." St. Osor looked at him with a frown. Brando talked to himself after listening to the wind, but he was thinking about the history of the conversation between the two. In the battle of the saints, the four sages did not actually have an army against the dragon of darkness from the beginning.

In fact, before entering the Great Swamp, the Dragon of Darkness was far from paying attention to these 'untouchables' from other races. Before the battle of Osopao, this historical "tyrant" and "dictator" had been staying in Elka near the permafrost glacier, about this period of history. Even the players haven't figured it out.

For example, what exactly is he planning in the permafrost glacier. There is no record in history. Brando can only guess that the other party's whereabouts may be related to this matter based on the fact that the Banshee said that Odin had invited Triximan to join him in fighting against the mysterious enemy.

Then the Battle of Osopao broke out, and the rebels invaded Demia. The victory of this battle became a turning point in history. Since then, the rebel army has grown stronger, and the Buga people and the Dragon Clan have joined the war one after another. Soon after that, the news that Tumen, the great elemental emperor, was killed.

Think here.

He couldn't help but glanced at Tumen.

"The Buga people said they killed you, but someone among the silver elves saw that you escaped after being injured, and disappeared in the field of clover not long after that." St. Osor continued: "In the end we did not confirm that you Is it really dead? It's just to boost morale, that fellow Faenzan announced the news of your death—"

After listening to St. Osor's words, Tumen couldn't help laughing: "My student, is it really important whether I die or not? Besides, if you use the news of my death to boost morale, it is definitely not good for my temper. Will hide—you know exactly what I'm going to do. So don't you already have the answer?"

When the elemental emperor finished speaking, his entire lower body had almost disappeared, looking like a ghost floating in mid-air.

Sister Elf looked at him like this. Couldn't help but clenched his fist. He silently replied, "I just want to make sure..."

"You've confirmed it," Tumen replied. The voice gradually weakened: "Remember to say hello to Airanta for me."

"She will definitely split your greeting in half!"

St. Osor watched Tumen's figure disappear completely, and after a long while, such a vicious sentence popped out of his mouth. Then she turned her head and looked at Brando, who was staring at her dumbfounded, and couldn't help but angrily said, "What are you looking at?"

Brando shrugged quickly. The grievances and entanglements during the War of the Saints had nothing to do with him, but Tumen must have been the teacher of Saint Osor, Geert, and Faenzan. When these three sages fought against him, Presumably I must have a hard time in my heart.

It's just that the collapse of the Miners, when did it start?

Of course Brando knew that era, and the people of Miner at that time were as proud as the people of Cruz today. No, even more proud, because the territory of their empire was once so vast that it included the entire Warnd today, and today's Cruz, Faenzan, St. Osor and Airanta were nothing more than empires at that time. Just a small part.

But even such a powerful empire eventually collapsed in an instant. But to this day, the Miner people are no longer seen on the mainland.

Brando was thinking about these things silently, but he didn't want to pat him suddenly after the wind, and asked, "Speaking of which, what are you doing here?"

Sister Elf Yu looked around suspiciously: "This place should be on the edge of the Black Forest, what are you doing here alone in the wilderness? Is it just to meet this old...old guy."

She probably realized that the other party was dead, so her words seemed to be somewhat contradictory, so she changed her words midway.

"Of course not." Brando shook his head, only then remembered his purpose of coming here. But it's hard to explain this matter, he can only answer ambiguously: "Of course I came here to hunt for treasure, and you saw it when I met Master Tumen, it was just because of an accident."

"Treasure hunt?"

Saint-Osor stared at him suspiciously: "What treasure are you looking for, show me?"

As a former hero sage who has experienced the battle of the saints, she instinctively smelled the falseness in Brando's words. But it's a pity that although the elf is well-informed, he can't help Brando. I saw Brando take a few steps back, as if counting the steps silently, he counted a few steps, and then walked towards the mountain wall.

St. Osor subconsciously thought that this guy was pretending to be a ghost. She narrowed her eyes, but she didn't expect that in just a short moment, Brando pulled something out of the vines coiled on the mountain wall with a 'crash'. Come.

"What is this?" Sister Elf couldn't help but look at the thing in Brando's hand, and then she realized that it was something similar to a slate.

Regarding Fenghou's question, Brando just smiled mysteriously.

"Of course it's a good thing."

He made a fool of himself and replied like this. But this time he didn't lie, because in another history. This slate is indeed something that changed the history of Aruin.

And this is the real reason why he asked Freya to come with him.

in another history. This is the private property of that Valkyrie. And in this history, Brando naturally wants to let it return to its original owner.

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Tick, tick.

In Nuo Da's room, it seemed that only the dull sound of the taut clockwork was left. The voice echoed in the empty room, as if it had been amplified infinitely. The shadow of the sun passes through the shade of the tree and falls in this study, printing layers of shadows on the carpet. It's like a weird picture.

A pair of white feet wearing clogs trampled on the carpet, occasionally destroying the artistic conception of the whole painting.

Although Yura couldn't see, she seemed to have an innate ability to feel everything around her. She walked up and down the room quietly, turning her head to her husband occasionally with a mysterious smile on her face.

Those servants who are familiar with her know that the future lord's wife possesses a special ability - called foreknowledge.

Outsiders don't know how terrifying the ability of this lord's wife is. It's just that since living in this castle for two months, none of the servants dared to underestimate her authority.

The young man sitting behind the desk—or the future owner of this territory, the knight madman in Brando's eyes—of course. In fact, the young man whose real name was Aike rested his cheek on one hand, staring at his wife boredly.

In fact, since the battle of Amperesel, the whole world seems to have calmed down. It made him start to feel out of place with him. The kind of life he said he was looking for. It should be passionate, hoeing the strong and helping the weak.

But it's a pity. Eruin—at least Aruin's southern border has become calmer and calmer day by day.

The only slightly encouraging news is that the atmosphere of war in the south makes Denel territory tense every day. But it's a pity that as long as Earl Denell's brains haven't been burnt out, he probably won't send his army to the territory of Lantoniland.

And after the battle of Ampersel, Grand Duke Lantonilan had already banned him.

The young man couldn't help but sighed deeply, and muttered: "Honey, you said that something will happen today, but unfortunately we waited until now, it seems that your prediction was wrong again this time."

Hearing what her husband said, Yura wasn't bothered. She turned her head to face Aike, showing a reassuring smile; because she was wearing Jiufeng's traditional costume, she looked full of elegant and intellectual beauty, which Aike couldn't help staring at.

He coughed lightly and asked, "By the way, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better, thank you for your concern," Yula replied, "It's already much better. My lord, please be patient. In Jiufeng, nourishing one's spirit is an important etiquette for nobles."

"I've been waiting for hours."

As soon as Aike finished speaking, the door suddenly opened with a click. He raised his head slightly in a daze, only to find Ma Kaluo standing outside the door with an expressionless face.

"Lord Makaro, why are you here?" He was taken aback. But Marcaro interrupted him first and said: "Don't ask so many questions, Aike, Fir Shan has received letters, and one is for you."

"His Royal Highness?" Yura asked.

"Ha, it's Earl Tonigel!" But Aike jumped up excitedly. "Great, I knew he would never forget me!"

"Hurry up and write me the letter, Lord Makaro—by the way, what is written in the letter?" But he was still a little sensible, and finally knew to stop and ask about the contents of the letter.

Marcaro glanced at him and shook his head. The future Grand Duke Lantonilan grew up in the mountains. Although he barely received some noble education, he was actually a mercenary at heart. And the mind is full of messy knight thoughts.

What gave him a headache was that he didn't understand how he could teach such a lord heir. He pondered for a while before replying calmly: "The letter says, let's go to Waldenburg for a meeting—"

"Walendenburg?" Aike was stunned, as if he suddenly realized: "Isn't that the hometown of Grand Duke Viero? Wait, what are the Earls doing in the province of Viero? Isn't Jean Denelle still there? Is there a war?"

Marcaro stared at him silently.

The young man seemed to have finally realized that he had said something wrong, and he coughed quickly, "Well, the news about Jean Denell is... Yula told me. I never went out!"

"My lord..." Yula couldn't help but sighed heavily. Selling teammates is also selling too decisively.

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