Act 28 The End of the Story

Act 28 The end of the story

After hearing this story, the silver-haired girl remained silent for a long time. She rested her chin with her fingers and thought for a while, then turned back to look at the sunlight falling from the tall arched window. The sun outside had already tilted to the west.

"So where is the end of this story, Lord Fulwell?" she asked.

"The ending is that the old minister is telling this story to Her Royal Highness here. Isn't its ending obvious, Your Highness?"

"Yes, but there is one thing you haven't mentioned yet, Lord Overwell." the princess asked with interest.

"oh?"

"You said that he also got a good thing in the process, but even though I listened from beginning to end, I never heard a single word of your description of this thing," the half-elf girl asked.

"Really, Your Highness the Princess, but I remember that I made it very clear." Overwell smiled slightly and replied pretending to be surprised.

"Lord Overwell, are you talking about the badge given to him by Alberton? It's just a magic badge, and it can't be considered a good thing, right? I think based on your knowledge, this is definitely not what you should be talking about."

"No, no, of course not. Your Highness, why don't you think about it more carefully?"

The silver-haired girl calmed down, nodded her chin and thought for a moment: "I think it's still in the Valley of the Saints. I remember that there is a paragraph in this story that you described very briefly. I guess the secret must be in it."

"Your intelligence is unparalleled, Your Highness Princess." Overwell praised sincerely: "But I didn't mean to be succinct, but at that time I really felt two powerful auras lurking nearby. I just didn’t dare to get close. I meant to warn you at the time, but I didn’t realize it was too late.”

"Oh? Mr. Overwell, although you are not known for your swordsmanship, I remember that your strength is at the bottom of the gold. How can someone make you unable to even get close to him?" The half-elf girl was slightly startled.

"Absolutely, but fortunately, it seems that those two powerful beings didn't want anyone to discover them. They probably used some strategy to make them retreat." Overwell replied with lingering fear.

"So, that young man must have gotten something inside," the princess thought for a moment: "Yes, sir, you haven't told me yet what exactly he saw when he opened the pocket bag."

A look of appreciation appeared on Overwell's face, and he looked around.

Then he mouthed something in reply.

The silver-haired girl was stunned after hearing this, and her expression changed slightly: "Does that kind of thing really exist?"

Overwell nodded: "I have only heard of it in legends before, and I was as surprised as you, Your Highness, Princess. It's a pity that once that kind of thing is touched by a mortal, it will no longer belong to the second person. "

"It is indeed a pity, otherwise maybe my brother's temper can be changed. For Eruin, his temper is too soft." She looked at the important ministers beside His Majesty and said: "Otherwise, Ofer Mr. Weir will grab it, right?"

Overwell didn't take it seriously, but nodded: "Even if he is a friend of Lord Everton's daughter, it is the same."

"I'm afraid it's more than just friends." The princess couldn't help but smile.

Overwell glanced at her, knowing that the other person was reminding him not to put his ideas on her head. The important minister couldn't help but shook his head. It was true that he had not considered using the only daughter of Oberg VII to win over the Highland knights at first.

However, given the strength of Her Royal Highness the Princess, it seems unlikely. But when he looked at the other party, he couldn't help but think that since she was the daughter of the royal family, she would eventually have to marry. In this case, the young man could actually be considered a good candidate.

At least much better than many noble young men he had seen.

Of course, these things can only be thought about. He lowered his head and said: "Since the story has come to an end, Your Highness Princess, it is not too early, so please allow me to take my leave."

"Lord Overwell, please. I also want to stay here alone for a while."

Overwell raised his head and glanced at the silver-haired girl, and couldn't help but feel a little amused. He knew that the princess was trying to avoid her history tutor Pa, who might have been waiting for her in the side hall all afternoon. Sir Notson, I wonder if the other party is planning to go to His Majesty to complain.

"Escape is not a good idea, Your Highness Princess." He couldn't help but remind in a low voice.

The silver-haired girl smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning in her silver-grey eyes: "But at least there is a way."

door closed

The princess was stunned for a while, then she sat on the chair and turned around again to look at the dust floating up and down under the tall arched window. The golden sunlight seemed to be weaving a dream, which she couldn't help but think about.

What happened next?

The wind started blowing in the forest.

The low wind slowly spreads through the tree crowns, like water flow, making the fog that is too thick to melt begin to move slowly; the white mist between the branches is layer by layer, reflecting the clusters of trees under the forest on both sides. Fiery red berries.

When the silence of the early morning was broken, the dull sound of horse hooves came from far to near.

The iron-wrapped horseshoes crushed shrubs and berries, passing over the river beach strewn with sharp rocks. The horseshoes splashed water like white crystal pillars. A total of thirty-four horses galloped past on the water. The skeletons in the river valley felt the tremors of the earth and got up. They were disturbed by the sound and looked around. However, they just turned their heads slowly, and the phosphorus fire in their eyes reflected Enter a war horse that gets bigger and bigger.

They are all tall and handsome Alek horses. Their strong chest muscles and front hooves directly hit and chopped these weak undead creatures, or they were thrown away and hit the white rocks on the river beach, breaking into scattered pieces. bone.

The cavalry broke a path between the scattered bones, and then slowly slowed down, and the steps of the horses became smaller and smaller; the leading young knight suddenly raised his hands high, and more than 30 horses moved forward due to inertia. After walking two or three steps, they stopped together. More than a hundred horse hooves stood in the middle of the stream, and the rushing water could only pass around it.

A high-pitched shout kicked off the morning.

"Won!"

"We won!" Then came the second voice.

"Long live!"

"Long live Brando!" When the war horse stopped, he seemed to realize something. The mercenaries on horseback raised their hands, and the cheers finally rang out in unison, resounding throughout the valley.

Amidst the cheers, Brando took off his leather helmet and threw it away from a distance. He couldn't help but wipe a handful of sweat on his cold forehead. The morning breeze blew by, making his face cold. Wearing a gray leather armor, he sat upright on the horse, raised his head and looked at the green mountains around him, thinking:

It's over, it's finally over!

He made a fist.

It had been a nightmarish battle before. When they entered the Valley of the Saints from the wilderness, everyone used up almost their last breath of strength.

A mere two thousand refugees fought their way out of tens of thousands of undead. This may sound like a fantasy, but it did happen after all. Maybe some people left, some had their cold bodies lying on the ground, some were sad, some were crying, but most of them finally came out, right?

He turned around and saw in the crowd that almost all of the mercenaries that Freya had brought from the Copper Dragon Story Club were injured, but each of them looked at him with conviction, understanding who had done it for them. Bring it all.

That's almost a miracle

But the young man in front of him did it. He said that he would use his sword to guide them to a path to miracles, and he did it.

Freya chased after him with the self-defense group.

The first thing she said when she saw Brando was: "Brando, have we really won?"

Brando looked at the heroic girl on horseback and nodded.

He didn't speak, but the self-defense group behind Freya fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, the small townspeople, the defeated soldiers of the White Mane Legion, and the downtrodden mercenaries dropped their weapons on the ground with clatter. They were stunned. They could almost believe their ears. After chasing and escaping for another day and night, Did they just win?

Even the White Mane Legion couldn't defeat the enemy, but they repeatedly broke through the opponent's encirclement?

So someone couldn't help but asked loudly in disbelief: "Sir Knight, did we really win?"

Brando nodded.

"Long live!"

"Long live!" The crowd was boiling in an instant. They were shouting and jumping. They couldn't help crying with joy. Some people immediately turned around and ran away. They wanted to bring the good news to the refugees behind.

The riders looked at these people who were so excited that they couldn't help but smile and say nothing. It was just a moment ago, so weren't they themselves the same?

Brando saw Freya looking at him blankly, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

The ponytail girl's face immediately turned red. The past few days of fighting and managing refugees have made her grow up rapidly. She is no longer the simple country girl she was before. She looked at Brando and couldn't help but wonder if God allowed such an outstanding young man to come to them. , take them out of trouble.

"Thank you, Brando." She lowered her head and replied softly.

Brando smiled, then raised his head and stared at the green mountains in the distance. He was stunned for a moment. He suddenly thought of the Bucks Forest. It was really nostalgic. It was through that forest that he went from Bragg to Riedenburg alone. He remembered that there was a wolverine distribution area up there, and there was an old castle up there. That old castle was one of the places he must go to in the future.

Speaking of which, it's time to make a plan.

After several days of fighting, he accumulated nearly 5,000 experience points, but not all of this experience could be used to upgrade. First of all, the most important thing is to open the element pool, which requires 2000 experience. Brando has discovered that the destiny card is a very practical magic item. Although he doesn’t know why he has never heard of anything similar in the game, he opens it anyway. Elemental pools have become a top priority.

Then there are the employment scholar and knight professions. The scholar is a secondary profession that every player must take up in the game. It can not only expand additional main profession slots, but also provide a lot of skills and experience.

It's just that his own skills are too weak, and he also takes up a deputy position, and a character only has three deputy positions.

As for the knights, it goes without saying that Brando laid the foundation for the advancement of the Templar Knights, and it is essential to have a good relationship with the Temple of Fire.

And it wasn't until these two days that he discovered that skills were a rare thing in this world. However, he immediately realized that this was not because the world was different from the game, but because he had misunderstood it. If everyone in this world is regarded as NPC, then everything is natural. After all, only players have professional skills.

In this way, the many tasks of practicing skills he knows have become a major advantage for him, so learning skills must also be scheduled.

He couldn't help but think that maybe God had a deep meaning in bringing him here. Because the south of Golan Elson was indeed the lowest intensity war zone in the First Black Rose War, it looked like a novice zone, allowing him to get a little familiar with this seemingly old but specious world.

But even so, he will only complete the task.

Historically, Instar Dragon used this third-rate army of lower-level undead creatures such as corpse witches, skeleton soldiers, pale riders, black warriors, and ghosts to fight Eruin evenly, which also kicked off the decline of this kingdom. . Back then, Brando had scorned the corrupt Eruin, but it wasn't until he led this group of NPCs that he discovered that war was actually not that easy.

Sometimes it’s too biased to look at history from a player’s perspective

History has its inevitable inertia. When it comes to the hands of the Princess Regent, she may also find herself a little helpless, but she doesn't know what Obergu VII is thinking at this moment.

After all, Eruin's decline did not happen overnight.

Brando came back from his thoughts and couldn't help but let out a long breath. In any case, he at least won the current round. Since yesterday, they had wiped out part of Magus's outermost fighting power. To be honest, there is nothing worth mentioning compared to the battle on the first night, but if we go further, we will reach the northern edge of the flat Jianshi River Valley.

So this is victory.

Then he felt someone tapping him on the back. When he looked back, he saw that it was Leto. Also with the bar owner were Bottom, Uriel, Voltalon and Mano. He was startled for a moment. They Why did you get together?

"Sir, what are your plans?" The first person to speak was Bottom, who had always seemed a bit philistine and rude in Brando's eyes. His eye-catching brown beard made Brando unable to remember it. no.

"Intend?"

"We have discussed it. If you are willing to take us in, we are willing to follow you." Mano looked at him and answered straightforwardly.

These mercenaries have nothing to say. They are all people who are looking for food on the edge of the knife. After these few days of experience, they found that they are more willing to work under this young man.

Brando was stunned for a moment and realized that these people were willing to be his retainers.

But he was not a nobleman yet. His status as a nobleman was only supported by Charles, the mage's retinue. However, he thought about it and found that he really needed some people to do things for him. So he pondered for a moment and replied:

"After today, you are no longer suitable to follow me."

Everyone was stunned, but only Leto heard something behind his words: "Then what are your plans, Lord?" the bar owner asked.

Brando glanced at him: "What are your plans?"

Several people glanced at each other, and Brando was slightly startled when it was the security captain Uriel who answered: "If you have other intentions, we plan to form a mercenary group. Everyone has fought side by side. People can trust each other.”

"Uril, are you no longer your security captain?" he asked.

Uriel smiled: "It's boring, I've figured it out, and my brothers are all willing to take the road."

"Where are the others?" Brando raised his head.

"In addition to us, there are also many people among the refugees who are interested. After all, most of them are now displaced, but the people in Lidenburg may be more thoughtful. In addition, most of the White Mane Legion and mercenaries are willing to follow us. , the rest are just some farmers." Bottom replied.

Brando couldn't help but glance at him, thinking that this guy didn't look simple, so he quietly found out the ingredients among the refugees. Of course, this was also related to Freya's lack of precautions against them.

"Fulongta, you too?" Brando took another look at the former sergeant of the White Mane Legion, who was the backbone of the kingdom. He didn't quite believe that this man would have other thoughts.

He didn't expect Fulongta to look at him, think for a moment, and replied in a deep voice: "I just want to follow you, Lord Knight. If you don't agree, I will have no choice but to return to the White Mane Legion."

"Are you disappointed?" Brando asked after being stunned.

Fulongta nodded.

"Then let's form this mercenary group first. Let's call it the Amber Sword," Brando replied.

Everyone was stunned.

Only Leto asked: "Then what did the Lord say?"

"Find a way to keep some craftsmen among the refugees. Of course, you can't force it." Brando replied: "On your side, let Bottom stay with me. I really need some manpower to do things."

He turned the horse's head again, turned back to Fronta and said: "If you really want to stay, stay with Uncle Leto. I don't know what I can bring to you, but I think you will know soon." of"

Fulongta was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.

"Then where are you going to go first, sir?" Uriel asked.

"I'm going to Anzek, there's someone waiting for me somewhere. Then I'll transfer to Pragues. If everything goes well, I think I can inherit a territory soon. Then we can discuss the next issues." Brando He replied confidently.

Everyone couldn't help but glance at each other. There were many nobles these days, but there were very few knights with real territories. It seems that this young man is really a legendary Highland knight.

For a time, many of them had the desire to follow the right person.

But Brando raised his head and looked at the mountains in the distance, and the plan in his heart gradually became clear.