"Perhaps the current generation of the Antoburo Family can protect Magadal as an ordinary person, but they can't protect the real her. I know that the mystery surrounding her has never dissipated. Perhaps at some point in time, that 'terrifying' thing will come back. If possible, I hope you can help the Antoburo family. I may not have been able to help Mr. Darius back then, but I have always been loyal to the marshal. I hope you can agree to the request of a dying man like me for the sake of my old face. "
"Grandfather …" Princess Magadal whispered, "You don't have to do this …"
Brando looked at the two of them and shook his head. "Mister Brando, my grandfather passed away early, but you are still in the prime of your life. I believe that with your abilities, protecting Magadal will not be a problem. But if that day really comes, I will definitely take action. Not because of your request, but because Princess Magadal is also my friend. "
"Mister Brando," Magadal looked at him gratefully. "Thank you."
"Your grandfather was just as heroic back then, it's exactly the same." The old marshal sighed. "It's no longer appropriate for me to return to Antoburo now. Back then, I wasn't able to follow the marshal. Now that I'm able to serve his descendants who are just as outstanding, perhaps it's a way to make up for my regrets."
Brando was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt as if he had picked up five million gold coins on the street. As the saying goes, every veteran of the war was a precious treasure, and Duke Brando was definitely one of the top 'veterans'.
In other words, if 'The Amber Sword' was a pay-to-win game, then this Marshal would be the legendary 'MR' card with a '+' card, and it would be the best of the best. In the previous world, this card's only regret was that it was not a soft girl.
However, Brando did not care about this at the moment. What did it mean to be a former Marshal of the Allied Forces? Just the title of the White Wolf Sword Saint was enough to smash a hole in the Kingdom of Erouine. It was not that he did not have such thoughts, but no matter what, Brando was still the Grand Duke of the Antoburo Duchy. Not to mention the status of the Duchy, as the former head of the Antoburo Family, he could be said to be an emperor. How could he become a retainer under Brando?
Brando's highest wish was to build a good relationship with the Grand Duke, and strengthen the relationship between Erouine and the Antoburo Family. If possible, it could make the two countries advance and retreat together, that would be the best. After all, it was much easier for small countries to work together to fight against the giants.
But now, he suddenly felt as if a ton of meat pie had fallen from the sky and smashed him half to death. It was as if he had just received a complicated main storyline quest, and the system had immediately given him an unprecedented epic reward. This feeling was not something that could be described as a dance of ecstasy.
He quickly said, "Mr. Marshal, please don't say that. If you want to come to Erouine, then I will definitely welcome you. This would be the highest honor for Tónigel. It would not be an exaggeration to say that you bring light to my humble dwelling."
Brando looked at Magadal and shook his head with a smile.
Brando originally had a lot of questions to ask, whether it was about Magadal, the piece of metal in his hand, or the damn Silver Plains. But looking at the grandfather and granddaughter, it seemed like they had a lot to talk about. After thinking about it, he felt that it was better for him not to be an eyesore.
Moreover, to be able to gain the loyalty of a former Deputy Marshal of the Allied Forces was already a pleasant surprise for him. After all, whether it was Magadal's background or the Silver Plains, it actually had nothing to do with him. In comparison, if Erouine had a commander like Brando, even if the latter could not stand in front of the stage due to his identity, it would be enough to hang up the bones of Madara who were invading Erouine and beat them up.
After all, the military force that Madara used to invade Erouine was actually a new army used by the Kingdom of the Dead Moon to train their soldiers. Whether it was the high-level combat power, the experience of the commanders, or the investment of high-grade soldiers, it was far inferior to the investment of the Kingdom of the Dead Moon on the other fronts. Although there might be a few geniuses, these geniuses had not had the time to mature and were not a concern for the time being.
Not to mention that Incirsta and Tarkus were still by his side, and it seemed like they did not participate in the second War of the Black Rose. And from their tone, the brighter genius Greta was also not in Erouine. Just the Crimson Knight Ladios alone would not be able to support this war.
So he bid farewell to Magadal and Brando and returned to the cave where the pirates were hiding. He found Lady White Fog resting by the fire. He could not let the others wait for too long, and it was not safe outside.
Lady White Fog in her cat form had obviously heard Brando's footsteps long ago. She rested her face on her paws, and her ears twitched slightly. She opened one of her light blue eyes to look at Brando, and then closed it again.
She replied, "Have you finally appeased your little lovers one by one?"
"Lady White Fog," Brando said seriously, "Can we talk about the fog outside?"
"That won't do. The Witch Empress told me to keep a close eye on you. In the blink of an eye, you are out fooling around outside. When the Witch Empress comes back, how am I going to explain it to her?" Lady White Fog replied casually.
"Lady White Fog …" Brando did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Alright, I'm just joking with you. Young people, you are so thin-skinned. You have to admit what you have done. Actually, this is not a big deal. That guy who looks serious on the surface has a few little lovers in private. He thought that the Witch Empress did not know —"
"That guy?"
"Of course, it's Odin."
Brando suddenly felt cold sweat on his back. He wondered if he would be killed after hearing these ancient secrets. He thought that the Dark Dragon and the Witch Empress would not be so calculative with a junior like him.
"But I'm also reminding you to be careful. Don't let your backyard catch fire."
"Mistress of the White Mist."
"Those are the Unnamed Ones. Don't tell me you don't recognize them?" Only then did White Fog open her eyes again. She stood up, stretched her two front paws on the ground, waved her tail, and replied, "What do you want to know about them?"
Brando thought for a moment and replied, "Humans know little about the Unnamed Ones. Some scholars think that they travel around Wohnde in a fixed route. Based on observations from various places, it seems to be the case. The areas where the Unnamed Ones appear more often form a closed ring around Wohnde. It's just that people don't know much about the part of this line that extends into the Great Glacier."
He added, "In fact, people don't know much about the Great Glacier itself."
However, he did not say that the so-called 'some scholars' view was actually the general understanding of later generations. However, his memory of the information on the forum had become more and more vague recently. Brando sometimes wondered if he had Alzheimer's disease in advance.
However, one thing he at least knew was that until the Year of the Stars, the players knew little about the Great Glacier. It was an area with a higher level than the Nine-headed Phoenix. After the Battle of the Oblique Forest, until Madara occupied the area east of the Algash Mountains, the players had formed several expeditions before, but they were all wiped out under the extreme weather changes in the Great Glacier.
White Fog stretched and licked her paws. "Isn't that all the details? In that case, what else do you want to know?"
"That's not what I'm concerned about, Lady White Fog." Brando shook his head. "I'm concerned about how large the area covered by this fog is. I want to avoid it by going deep inland, but I can't make up my mind because I'm not sure if I can succeed, and I don't know how much danger I'll have to take. I wonder if you have any suggestions for me?"
"How do you know I do?"
"Metisha told me," Brando said bluntly. "She said that you were the one who taught the pirates how to avoid the sea fog during your stay here. It's all thanks to your guidance that you were able to stay here for so long."
"It's not the same a few days ago." White Fog shook her head and replied, "To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that I had no other choice, I would have already brought Medissa and the others away from this place. To anyone, staying in the World Fog won't end well. Please don't take my choice as a sign of my confidence."
"World Fog?"
"It's just a name. Let's not talk about that for now. However, I do have something to tell you about the movements of the Unnamed."
"I'm all ears, Lady White Fog."
"This matter may have nothing to do with the fog, but it may have something to do with it. I saw it with my own eyes, but I need further confirmation. As early as a week ago, there was a great battle between the undead and the Crystal Clusters on the border less than a hundred miles south of Sopa Lache. I happened to be there to witness the battle. I saw the undead retreating to the north, and countless Crystal Clusters coming from the horizon. At that time, I left the battlefield in the opposite direction of the undead army's retreat. I suspect that the appearance of the Unnamed may have something to do with this battle …"
"… Because of a legend."
"A legend?"
…
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