Brando silently sheathed Cinna. After thinking for a while, he instinctively wanted to go to Menta immediately. If Oberwei was really unreliable, then Senior Allium Japonicum was undoubtedly in danger.
However, he forcefully suppressed his impulse.
Brando understood that this was not the time to panic. If Tónigel wanted to win this war, they absolutely had to maintain stability in the rear.
He turned around and looked at the young man.
The young man noticed Brando's calm gaze and his heart subconsciously shrank.
"What else do you want to say?"
Brando looked at him and asked calmly.
"Wait, you can't kill me —" The young man screamed: "I'm the son of Sard Barbarossa!"
"It's not me who will kill you, it's all the crimes you've committed." Brando did not seem to hear him and replied calmly: "Say your last words, for the sake of Lady Martha."
"No, I didn't do anything wrong!" Realizing that the mortal in front of him was not joking, the young man finally panicked: "I'm a Buga, my father can decide the war in Erouine. Wait, don't you understand?"
The young man suddenly shut his mouth.
Brando's slightly cold hand pressed on his forehead.
"If, if you kill me, there's no possibility of this war ending …"
"From the moment you hurt the people of Erouine, there's no possibility of this war ending," Brando replied calmly. "I sentence you on the charge of murdering a member of the royal family. As a noble of Erouine, and as the Lord of Tónigel, I grant this sacred right. With Martha as my witness, I declare that you will be sentenced to death."
The young man's eyes were filled with infinite fear. He struggled violently, but with a bang, the back of his head suddenly exploded, and red and white matter scattered on the ground.
The young man's body twitched and fell on his back.
The square was silent. Everyone stared at the scene in a daze. Although Brando had killed seven or eight Bugas before, the shock was far less than this scene. This was a public declaration of war against the Bugas — the Sasaldans.
Brando turned his head. Every pair of eyes in the square was focused on him.
He sighed and raised his hand. Following his movement, the crowd was in a commotion. One hand, two hands, and more hands were raised into fists.
"Tónigel!"
It was unknown who shouted loudly.
Following which, more voices rang out.
"My Lord!"
People waved their fists and shouted the name of this territory and his name.
Brendel watched all of this in silence, but he gestured with his hand, and everyone quieted down again.
"I'm not a Tónigel man."
After a moment of silence, Brando. His first sentence caused the square to fall into silence again. People gradually put down their hands and looked at their Lord in confusion.
What does the Lord want to say?
Brando's gaze was also focused on his people. Although he had never invested too much effort in the territory, everything that Tónigel had now was mostly due to the Roman and Amandina's efforts.
Although the merchant lady was trapped on the other side of the World Crystal Wall, and Amandina and the princess were also trapped in Randner and had no news of them.
But Brando's heart was not gloomy.
Erouine was not just one hero. It was the efforts of many people who had created the scene today. Although some of them may never see all of this again, such as His Highness Levin Ornessen, and the heroes who had been buried in the previous wars to protect Erouine.
Although many people were deep in the mire, fighting and killing with the difficulties and obstacles now and in the future.
He continued, his voice steady and calm, but it was enough to spread throughout the square.
"I'm not an Elsenian. The blood of the Highland Knight flows in my veins."
"I'm also not a Kaleigo man, because I grew up in the mountains of Bucce."
"But I'm a Erouine man."
He pointed at everyone.
"You too."
"You should not only be proud of Tónigel, but also of Erouine. Because without this ancient kingdom, Tónigel is nothing."
"This is a land where heroes grew up. Everything you have today is the efforts of the people of the past."
"And everything that Erouine has in the future depends on our efforts now."
"Is it the Royal Faction and the nobles of Erouine's past who gave you everything?"
Brando shook his head.
"Proud Erouine men, why do you let others decide the fate of the kingdom? This is not a laughable palace struggle, but the road to the kingdom's revival."
He looked at everyone in the square with a calm and profound gaze, and said to them:
"People of Erouine, go and revive this kingdom. From now on, it will no longer belong to those short-sighted nobles and lords who colluded with foreign enemies. This is a war that belongs to each and every one of you. When you set foot on this land, your pride will drive you to fight. When you understand that this is a war of Erouine men, and not a laughable fight between nobles, glory will belong to each and every one of you. "
"And glory," Brando replied softly, "will belong to our country."
He raised his right hand.
"Erouine —!"
Everyone in the square had tears in their eyes.
They shouted wildly, as if they were about to throw themselves into this holy war. It was as if some kind of fire had been ignited in the darkness, shining in everyone's hearts.
Rowant looked deeply at this scene. It was a scene that appeared repeatedly in his dreams. The glorious flag, the battle of his father's generation, the Erouine in his dreams.
Little Montolo was already so excited that he could not control himself. He said loudly, "Please let me follow you, my lord. I want to go to Macsen Hill immediately."
Brando only glanced at them.
"Go to Valhalla. Everything you want is there."
In the inn, Haynf and the swordswoman Claudia were lying on the floor, gasping for breath. The black-armored Knight had already retreated. They quietly listened to the cheers in the square.
Haynf suddenly turned around and noticed that the swordswoman was also looking at him. Her dark eyes were filled with affection.
He reached out his hand and clasped the swordswoman's slender fingers.
"Marry me, Lady Claudia. No matter what, I want to marry you."
Haynf took a deep breath and said softly.
"But we've only met once, Mr. Noble. Besides, I'm just a mercenary."
"Is that still important?"
The two silently looked at each other.
Then they hugged and kissed.
… …
"Martha above, those fellows from Kanage did not lie to us. There really is a World Tree here!"
A wizard could not help but exclaim.
Seven to eight gray-robed wizards were standing in the bleak winter shrubs. They were all looking at the magnificent scene in the valley not far away in amazement. A towering tree stood in the middle of the valley. It was so huge and slender that its branches were even taller than the mountains. The hills of Schafflund were nothing but shallow mounds under its roots.
A city was faintly discernible under the huge roots of the giant tree. It was surrounded by tall city walls, towers and fortresses, streets and buildings, and patches of red and green roofs. The road leading to the hills was like a spider web, radiating in all directions.
"What a waste." A wizard shook his head, "I really don't know what the Druids of the World Ring are thinking. Why would they give such a thing to mortals? Look at their city, it's so crude it makes one's hair stand on end."
"It's the same with the magic barrier. It'll break with a poke." Another replied.
"Those mortals still call this place the Final Fortress. What a pitiful fellow. Their knowledge is probably limited to the battles between mortals."
"At least it's not bad here. This is the border of civilization. In this small kingdom, even units like the Wyvern Knight are hard to come by."
"That thing is not even as good as the Grey Gargoyles that the Kanage eliminated a few years ago."
Everyone had a look of pity on their faces.
"Alright, put away your sense of superiority." The leader of the wizards said, "We are not here to look down on mortals. They are not born lowly. No matter who the opponent is, we are only loyal to our mission."
The wizards collected their emotions. The pride of the Silver Folk was indeed innate and did not need to be embellished by external factors. They knew that they were being sarcastic, but they rarely took it seriously.
The pride that came from the bloodline was far less convincing than the achievements that were acquired. After all, the Bugas did not need to compare themselves with mortals to show their extraordinariness.
Except for a few —
"But this place is too big." A wizard frowned and said, "We don't have time to scan this place."
Although they still had a choice, they could use string magic to completely destroy the city and achieve their goal. But this was a civilized world after all, and their enemy was not the barbarians. Using magic to kill tens of thousands of civilians was an option that the wizards subconsciously ruled out in their minds.
"Like us, mortals take pride in being close to the sky. That's why they built their religious buildings so tall and big." The leader of the wizards replied, "Let's search from top to bottom. I saw a square in the canopy. It's obviously not an insignificant place."
"How are we going to get there? Are we going to fly there?"
"No, are you crazy?" Another wizard retorted, "That's too conspicuous."
The leader of the wizards shook his head as well. He looked at one side of the canopy, where huge branches grew horizontally like a bridge. A spherical cavity was naturally formed in the canopy, where countless silver floating battleships were moored.
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