Not only did Brando understand the Golden Folk, he knew them far better than Brando had imagined.
The Golden Folk had the blood of warriors flowing through their veins. This was not a joke, because they were born to fight, and the Golden Folk themselves often saw it as a kind of glory.
They were the warriors of the gods.
The Gods created the Golden People in order to fight against the Dusk. Compared to the Silver People who were more like scholars than warriors (the Silver Elves were the best at fighting, and they were also the guardians of many rituals and culture), the Golden People were the main counterattack force in the world of Order during the Age of Glory.
However, the gods created the Golden Folk with the intention of creating a race with the power of the gods, but with a large number of people, so that they could fight against the equally large Twilight army.
This process was not done overnight. Over the long years, the gods had made many attempts, but quality and quantity always seemed to be difficult to balance. Before the appearance of the mature and powerful Golden Folk such as the dragons, the gods and the gods had many ideas, and some of the species born in between were actually not the Golden Folk.
It was not until the gods finally found a way to solve the problem, creating the Miirna people who were not powerful, but had the greatest potential of all the Golden Folk. Before they came up with the Mortal Plan, the number of their failed works in the long river of history far exceeded the number of their successful works.
But some of them were not worthless.
And these beings who were born before the Golden Folk were not the Golden Folk, but the Ancient Folk. Some of them were even more powerful than the Golden Folk, and their strength was no less than that of the gods. For example, the famous "Demon Infant" Sodria in the history of Vaunte, the Nightmare of the Gods, had even killed a divine folk.
Some of them were not powerful, and there were even some who did not have the slightest bit of power, and were called the Ancient Folk. But most of these Ancient Folk were annihilated in history. After all, before the stars fell, there was no land for mortals to live in Wohnde.
But there were still some who survived.
In Brando's knowledge of history, there were traces of them in Wohnde as well, though they were few in number and not powerful. These weak ancient survivors mostly lived in the Broken Sword Mountain Range north of the Temple of the Earth.
Coincidentally, all of the truly powerful ancient citizens, including Sodria, had perished without exception. Instead, it was the lowly mortals who had survived. Even though their living conditions were bleak, at least they had stubbornly survived.
Sometimes, Brando even suspected that the gods had found inspiration in this matter and created the Miirnas. They even abandoned the plan of the Golden Race and started the Age of Black Iron.
These were crystalline lifeforms that looked like crystal clusters. Some were pure energy lifeforms, and some were elemental lifeforms. Others looked more like constructs, such as the Crewe Smen. Their bodies were made of metal, and they fed on iron.
They looked like lifeforms, but they were very different from the Golden Race and the Silver Race. They also did not fit in with the Black Iron Race. Speaking of which, Princess Magadal was indeed very similar to them.
She had a heartbeat, blood circulation, and even metabolism. She had emotions, intelligence, and her appearance was almost the same as a human's. Even she did not doubt this.
But she was not human.
Sometimes, Brando wondered if he was human. He had a System that no one else could see, and he had high authority in Martha's Divine Council. He also had the Heart of the Storm in his body that was similar to the Heart of the Dragon.
But there was one thing he was sure of. He and Brando's parents were the purest humans. Even Darius, the Sword Saint, was born and raised in Erouine. He did not even have the slightest trace of the noble Elven bloodline that the nobles were proud of.
To be more precise, he was a typical country bumpkin.
And before the Heart of the Dragon was implanted, his body was also purely human. From his appearance to his internal organs to his bones, there was not a trace of abnormality. Even before the Orb of Nature perfected his bloodline, the blood that flowed in his body was what the Silver Queen called the 'dirty' red blood.
But Magadal was completely different.
This princess could be said to only be human on the surface. Perhaps she had the emotions and intelligence of a human, as well as a sense of identity. But her body was indeed a construct.
Such a strange life form could only have been the work of a mad wizard who was arrogant enough to challenge the realm of the gods. But the wizards, including the Bugas, could never solve the problem of the soul and emotion, and they did not even go as far as their fellow necromancers in this regard.
Although the poor Liches of Madara still did not understand the principles of their spells, it was hard to say if they were more pitiful than the Bugas.
So when Blanche said that Princess Magadal was an ancient, Brando could accept it.
But what made Brando a little surprised was how the Antoburo family knew about this.
In his opinion, this small duchy, which drifted away from the upper circle of the Kirrlutz people, was once very dutiful in history. Although there were some trivial and melodramatic things, they were not out of the scope of ordinary nobles.
And how did they come to be related to Magadal? If the princess was really from the Ancient Era, then how did they come to be related to her?
He was familiar with the Golden Race because he knew too much about them in both his previous and current lives. Especially in this life, because of his grandfather, he learned many secrets from the Bugas, from the Silver Queen and many other people that he had never known before.
That was how he learned about the plan of the gods, and learned about the Dark Dragon and everything that happened in the past.
And in fact, for many people living in this land in this era, including the nobles, the only thing they knew about the Golden Race was the dragons, just like how many people only knew that the Bugas were Silver Wizards, and they did not even know about the Silver Elves.
To be able to say that the Golden Race was created by the Divine People, and even to be able to confirm the existence of the Divine People was a very remarkable thing in itself, and that was at least the domain of a senior scholar. And to know the difference between the Ancient Race and the Golden Race was even rarer.
Brando looked at Blanche, hoping that the marshal could give him a satisfactory answer.
"You know the origin of the Golden Race?" Blanche was more surprised than him. "I understand, the Bugas told you. After all, they had some connections with your grandfather."
"That's right, you know about the Divine People, that makes things easier." The old marshal sighed. "In fact, the Antoburo family already knew about the existence of the Divine People before that incident happened."
Brando knew that the so-called 'incident' was the incident that happened on the final battlefield sixty years ago. Although the marshal did not personally experience it, he should have been involved in the aftermath.
He did not open his mouth to speak, nor did he deny the misunderstanding. Brendel knew that the marshal would have a lot to say next.
Sure enough, Blanche continued with a sigh. "The Antoburo family knew the secret behind this because of Magadal."
"Marshal, so you should have recognized Magadal long ago?" Brando suddenly realized this.
Blanche laughed bitterly.
"I could only pretend that way, Master Brando. You should understand that we had no other choice. That child is actually very sensitive, and I don't want her to realize that she is different from others. No matter what, she is still a kind child, and should not be hurt because of this. "
Brando suddenly understood, and he could not help but sigh in his heart. Although the marshal usually looked serious in front of him, he was actually an Oscar -level actor. Not to mention Magadal, even he did not have the slightest suspicion at that time.
Life is like a drama, and it all depends on acting.
"But you can't hide it forever. Lies cannot protect people, and will only hurt her more, Marshal." Brando's ears twitched slightly, and he suddenly heard light footsteps coming from afar.
It was not Metisha's footsteps, and it was obviously not Delfien's either. Brando instantly knew whose footsteps it was.
He subconsciously wanted to remind the marshal, but after thinking about it, he swallowed his words. Since she came here quietly, it meant that she might have doubts in her heart.
It was not important when this suspicion arose. What was important was that concealing it could be done with good intentions, but deliberate deception may cause an irreparable rift between the Antoburo family and Magadal.
"We have no other choice. This is related to another secret. I will tell you slowly later, Master Brando."
After saying this, Blanche's face suddenly changed. It was obvious that he had also heard the footsteps. Although his strength was slightly inferior to Brando's, Magadal was just an ordinary person. It was impossible for her to hide in front of two Supreme Realm experts.
But Brando said, "Marshal, if you can recognize Magadal, it means that she is definitely not your granddaughter, right?"
Blanche was slightly taken aback, and he looked at Brando with some confusion.
But Brando shook his head at him sternly.
This marshal had lived an illustrious life, and had experienced countless storms and waves. It was obvious that he was not completely ignorant of the human heart. In fact, it was the opposite. With his sharp mind, he instantly understood what Brando meant.
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