Act 27: Retreating when Faced with Difficulties

Act 27: Retreating when faced with difficulties

As soon as Freya spoke, Brando understood what she was thinking. But he also calmed down. He had personally experienced at least three hidden missions above level 60. He knew more and couldn't take risks for one of them.

He tried his best to fight against Ebdon, and faced characters above level 60 with no chance of survival.

And he also thought of another question. After the First Black Rose War, Madara's army slowly withdrew from the territory of Eruin in the next month, and the undead's control of this area actually lasted until mid-August. Before that, this area was almost an uninhabited no man's land.

It is definitely impossible for the undead to explore this valley. Even if they want to, they don't have the ability. The fourteen-ring lightning strike at the door can make them retreat.

In other words, he still has a lot of time to use until at least mid-August. Thinking of this, he picked up the earring, then stepped back and patted the girl on the shoulder: "Let's go back."

"Brando?"

"There are still many opportunities for adventure, but Freya and I only have one life." Brando smiled: "You are right, I had some mental problems just now."

He sighed again, understanding that it was because he had always felt so pressed for time. The Black Rose War ended at the end of July, Eruin's civil strife began to emerge in September, and then the coup in November. Even counting from now on, he only has five months.

Brando just has no intention of changing history, but if he wants to protect Roman, Freya and others, he must at least have basic power.

It is precisely because he knows how chaotic the world will be next. Justice and justice have long been destroyed by war. To survive in this chaotic world, he has to do certain things.

Freya and Roman may not understand it, and even those who are following him now will not understand it, but sometimes Brando can't help but think that the prophet also has the troubles of the prophet, that kind of powerlessness that he knows clearly but cannot change. The feeling is far stronger than that of ordinary people.

Freya blushed: "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Brando replied.

He retracted his sword and walked out of the rocky ground, gesturing for Freya to follow from behind.

The two of them had just left, when two people slowly walked out of the dark place in the rock crevice, one tall and one short.

The taller one looks like a woman,

Wearing a strange white robe with blue feathers on the cuffs, chest and shoulders. But it is similar to the desert robes of the Querodians. The waist is very narrow, but the sleeves and trouser legs are unusually large. She has long silver hair, her eyes are as dark blue as the deepest lake water, and there are two red facial lines on her face, but she has no unnecessary expression.

She stared at the backs of Brando and Freya for a long time before speaking:

"Aloz, aren't you going to keep them?" Her voice was neutral and plain, like boiled water.

"Frofa, your aggression should not be exposed like your claws and teeth, otherwise it will be too fun." She answered with a very excited voice.

The short girl is about the age of a human being about fourteen or fifteen years old. Her long blond hair is tied into a pair of dazzling twin tails. She was wearing the traditional leather clothing of most adventurers, but she was carrying a heavy iron box as tall as a person behind her. If you look at the iron box, you can see the pattern of five interconnected stars on it.

Frofa thought for a moment: "Then why did you attack them, Aloz?"

"You're so boring, Frofa, that was just a little test."

"No wonder, the power of your previous attack has dropped by more than 98%. I'm still worried about whether there is something wrong with the Golden Law."

"Frofa, I really don't want to marry a boring person like you."

"Aloz, we are the dragon clan."

"Human is just a referential usage, forget it, I don't want to tell you this. That human man actually took your earrings away, Frofa, doesn't he know what this means?"

She said, snickering coquettishly.

Frofa glanced at her and didn't answer her this time.

"Forget it, he is really boring. But I really want to see what their expressions are when they see that little gift. I heard that humans are very greedy creatures."

"Aren't you here to find the legend of the golden fruit tree, Aloz, why did you give that thing to them?"

"You see, the legend of the golden fruit tree is not as interesting as the struggles of tiny creatures. I decided to leave this adventure to these two little guys. Besides, I think the human man is quite kind. He might have something to do with the King of Knights. relation."

Frofa turned back to look at her: "Do you know the King of Knights?"

Aloz immediately coughed: "That's just a way of saying it, just a way of saying it, Frofa!"

"What are you planning on?" the long-haired girl asked indifferently.

"Nothing, just a small test."

Aloz chuckled again.

Frofa frowned.

When Leto saw Brando and Freya turning back, they had already settled the refugees and started making food on the spot. From a distance, they could see smoke curling up from a small valley in the foggy valley, adding a bit of vitality.

After a night of fighting, both the mercenaries and the self-defense militia were exhausted. When Brando rode through the crowd, he saw many people gathered together in twos and threes and fell asleep. However, there are still some refugees who take the initiative to deliver food to the people who have protected them. They shake the sleeping soldiers awake and then bring the steaming food to these people.

Brando couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he saw this scene. It can be said that if it weren't for him, these people present would be nothing. He changed the lives of these people, and these people changed more people. This is how history is changed bit by bit.

Although it is still very weak now, it is gradually gaining strength.

He met with the veteran of the November War and the owner of the Copper Dragon Story Club. The other person asked him in a low voice if he wanted to set off immediately, but Brando looked back and found that both Charles and Su were not far away. He was lying on a wooden box and sleeping soundly. Looking at other people, the whole camp was silent.

He thought for a moment and shook his head. Anyway, he had already completed more than half of his plan when he got here, so there was no need to push these people too hard. Time in the Fairy Country came to an infinite standstill at night. As long as they waited until early in the morning and set off again, they could get ahead of Madara's army.

After all, the northern exit of the valley is almost on the river beach to the north of the Jianshi River Valley. Victory is already in sight.

"Have you had a rest, Uncle Leto?" Brando asked.

"Don't worry, sir. I am a mercenary. We are best at taking care of ourselves in such an environment." Leto patted his chest and smiled.

Brando nodded.

"Then Freya, you should go get some sleep too." He turned back and looked at the pony-tailed girl who hadn't slept for days and nights. Although the words of the Holy Mu have the power to restore physical strength, the mental fatigue cannot be compensated.

But Freya shook her head quickly: "I can still hold on, Brando."

"This is an order, Freya." Brando

"me……"

Freya couldn't help but widen her eyes. When did she want to obey his orders? She is obviously the militia captain! But she looked at Brando and thought of the heroic figure of the young man who led the crowd to fight a bloody path from enemies that were ten or even a hundred times their size. She couldn't help but couldn't say a word as if it was natural. In the end, He could only lower his head and nod.

"I-I understand," she replied.

Brando didn't notice the resignation in the future Valkyrie's tone. After watching the other party leave, he turned back and asked Leto casually: "By the way, where is Roman?"

"Miss Roman rode her horse to the front of the team just now." Leto said as he glanced towards the front of the team. His expression was as if he had just witnessed something magical.

"Horse riding?" Brando didn't notice the other person's expression and just asked in confusion. He was wondering if that dead girl tied him to the horse again and went crazy? He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that there was no lesson learned for a while, and the future business lady had healed her scars and forgotten the pain?

But before he could finish his thoughts, he heard a greeting from behind: "Hey, Brando, are you back?"

This voice was of such a nature that once you heard it, you knew it belonged to a carefree young lady.

He turned around and saw a certain business lady on horseback running back and forth in front of him with a proud look on her face. Brando took a closer look and this guy actually learned it?

"You, how did you learn it?" Now it was his turn to be surprised. He could learn riding in an instant because he had a game system as a cheat to open it, but what about Roman?

"Because Roman is a businessman." Roman stopped his horse in front of him, confronted him, and then replied with a smug look.

"What does this have to do with businessmen?"

"Eh? Doesn't it matter?" Roman was stunned and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "But shouldn't all businessmen be able to ride horses?"

"I have to say this, Miss Roman, most businessmen don't know how to ride a horse." Leto helped.

Roman's little eyebrows suddenly knitted together: "Is that so? It doesn't matter. Roman is a more powerful businessman. Brando, are you right?"

"Yes." Brando was too lazy to pay attention to her. He thought to himself that this might be the so-called compensation from God. If someone has an abnormal brain, he will naturally be more blessed. This is the so-called reason why stupid people have their own stupid blessings. . He glanced at the other party angrily, then turned over and dismounted and ordered: "Little Roman, since you are so free, come with me to the camp for a walk."

"Okay, Brando." The business lady looked very interested.

"Do you need me to come with you, sir?" Leto asked while turning his horse's head.

At least Brando didn't spit out a mouthful of blood. He thought to himself, uncle, could you please stop being so active as a light bulb? However, he also knew that Leto meant well and could not refuse, so he could only nod his head depressedly.

However, he had just dismounted when he suddenly felt something strange in his pocket. He was slightly startled, then opened it and took a look. It was okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, his face suddenly changed. He subconsciously thought that he had an illusion, and then he closed his pocket bag and opened it again.

Brando now firmly believed that he must have been delusional.

Why does he have such a thing in his pocket?