Perhaps it should be said this way.
The battle had ended before it even began.
The Silver Disciples of the Black Flames were as weak as newborn chickens in front of the Elven heavy infantry of the Phoenix Guards who had mastered Elemental Power. The Silver Elves had a long lifespan and were a proud race that highly valued combat techniques. Their heavy infantry didn't just have outstanding physical attributes and excellent equipment. When you were faced with a warrior who had been constantly improving their combat techniques for hundreds of years, you could imagine how helpless you would be.
A single glance or a single movement was enough to betray one's intentions in the eyes of the elite Silver Elves. Brando couldn't help but laugh when he saw the Disciples of the Black Flames trying to show off their pitiful combat skills in front of the Elven warriors. Even with his experience, he didn't dare to be rash in front of these true combat machines. To the Silver Elves, combat was an art and the pursuit of beauty.
Vulgar, so vulgar.
The Silver Elves couldn't believe that after hundreds of years, the Servants of Darkness would use such crude combat skills to fight against them. Seven centuries ago, the Dark Dragon, the Miirnas, and the other servants were the strongest enemies of all intelligent beings. They had the most advanced civilization, the most advanced magic, and the most amazing combat skills. They had never been hostile to civilization because the cruel and dark rule represented the most advanced civilization in the world.
The combat skills of the Servants of Darkness were so fascinating that many of their brethren joined the Darkness. Who would have thought that after just a few hundred years, they would have regressed to this extent? No, this wasn't even combat skills anymore.
It was simply unbearable.
The Disciples of the Black Flames obviously didn't expect that their final resistance would provoke the anger of the Silver Elves. In fact, it wasn't just them. Perhaps other than Brando, everyone present was ashamed of the Silver Elves' opinion. That's right! After the War of the Holy Saints, civilization didn't improve. Instead, it was regressing. The supreme power that both sides of the war possessed had long become a legend.
But no matter what the others thought, the dust had already settled before the battle truly began. In the blink of an eye, the disciples of the Black Fire Sect had turned into cold corpses on the ground. Black blood flowed out from the headless and cold bodies and spread along the uneven ground in the forest like a network of black blood vessels.
The white-haired young man seemed to have been nailed to the ground by an invisible force. His mouth was wide open and he couldn't utter a single word.
After a long while, a crisp sound was heard. Everyone subconsciously turned their heads and saw that it was the big man from the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. His greatsword had fallen to the ground with a clang, but he didn't seem to realize it. He was looking at the elven royal guards who had stopped and regrouped with a shocked expression. ..............................
The Grey Wolves Mercenaries couldn't help but look at Brando in shock. What kind of person could have twenty Holy Knights as guards? Could it be that this young man was actually a prince of Kirrlutz and was just passing by? Although this speculation was a little ridiculous, it seemed that the former was more acceptable than the fact that twenty living Paladins appeared in front of him.
But just as everyone was in a daze, the red-haired girl put down her spear and stood between the Elves and the white-haired young man.
Her intention was clear. She didn't want to let these Elves kill Reidy.
The red-haired girl looked up and pursed her lips. Her expression was solemn. She already knew that she wasn't a match for any of these Elven warriors. But even so, the battle intent in her eyes didn't subside. She lowered her center of gravity slightly and leaned forward. She was already in a fighting posture, like a female leopard that was about to go berserk.
"Scarlett?"
The girl's action was too familiar. It almost made Sanford and the others think that she was still the Scarlett of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries.
"Scarlett, that bastard is a traitor! Why are you still protecting him?! "The burly man couldn't help but shout.
"Only this once —" The red-haired girl gritted her teeth, but she shook her head as if she wanted to get rid of the thought: "Only this last time. I can't watch him die here."
"Scarlett?" Reidy was stunned. This time, he could see the shadow of the Scarlett in the girl's back.
"Get out of here!" The red-haired girl shouted angrily: "Go find Lord Conrad!"
Redi was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and scrambled to run away.
But Brando's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise when he saw this. With his rich experience, he instantly caught the struggle of the Crimson Knight. It was a rejection reaction! This meant that the girl's consciousness hadn't completely disappeared. What she said before was completely based on her own consciousness. Otherwise, why would a cold and emotionless being like an Oracle take the initiative to protect another person?! This meant that the Oracle was still in her newborn form!
When Brando realized this, he suddenly understood why the Crimson Knight turned into a Ghost Knight. He couldn't help but give her a thumbs up in his mind. She was willing to sacrifice her existence to fight against the invasion of the Blood of God. This girl really has character. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but respect her.
But respect was one thing. He couldn't let that disgusting narcissist escape. He, Brando, wasn't the kind of person who liked to let a tiger return to the mountains. That bastard was obviously not going to let him off. Who knew if he would turn into an Ultraman and cause trouble for him? Even if he didn't have a protagonist's aura, what if he hurt the Roman or the people around him? Wouldn't it be too late for regrets?
He decisively made a hand gesture. His meaning was clear. Knock that girl out and kill that bastard behind her.
The Elven commander beside Brando was slightly stunned. For the first time, he looked at the young lord in surprise. The hand gesture that Brando made was not simple. It was one of the hand gestures that the ancient commanders often used in the War of the Holy Saints. These hand gestures had developed to a considerable extent. In this era, there weren't many people who knew the hand gestures from seven centuries ago.
But being surprised was one thing. The commander's face was cold and he quickly passed down the order in a professional manner.
There was no doubt —
Wanting to escape from the 'care' of 20 Holy Cathedral Knights was obviously a fantasy. Even if there was a Gold-ranked existence supporting from the side, the result would still be the same.
… …
Balogon, a ruin left behind by the Silver Elves before the Glorious Year.
The Lizardman commander, Hewjil, occupied the largest hall in the ruins. This hall was probably used by the Silver Elves for worship and important ceremonies. But like other buildings, after being abandoned for centuries, this once majestic hall had become dilapidated. Perhaps it was due to their instincts, or perhaps due to their incomplete evolution, the Lizardmen were still unable to break away from their close relatives' habits. Hewjil himself still maintained a strong sense of territory. He had long regarded this hall as his personal property and anyone who dared to touch it was tantamount to challenging his authority among the Lizardmen bandits.
But what made Hewjil proud was that he had always admired his own sense of aesthetics. Compared to those smelly fellows, he naturally tidied up the hall like a true civilized person. The center of the hall was laid with a red carpet like it was a few hundred years ago. Around the red carpet were various furniture of different styles that were snatched from who-knows-where. These furniture were not stacked together in any particular order, but Hewjil especially liked this aspect. He was the one who ordered his subordinates to stack these furniture together.
This was so that he could admire them daily.
When Conrad and the Dark Bishop of the Disciples of the Black Flames opened the door and entered the hall, the three of them snorted coldly. The Dark Bishop did not want to see these two annoying faces, while the Dark Bishop did not want to see the vulgar aesthetics of this undeveloped and simple-minded reptile. At the very least, the mercenary commander could not see the difference between this hall and a garbage dump.
"Donald, I heard that you died there." Hewjil straightened the collar of his trench coat, which he had snatched from a passing noble. His wrinkled face was filled with pity as he said, "What a pity, it's fake news. It's only one."
"Let me remind you one last time, my name is Conrad." The mercenary commander was not in the mood to correct the strange Cruz grammar that the Lizardman had learned from somewhere. He only reminded the Lizardman not to pronounce his name with a retroflex sound.
"It's all the same." Hewjil looked at the Dark Bishop behind him and said with a smug expression: "I thought that you wouldn't come."
Conrad snorted coldly: "You used the excuse of investigating the tomb of the Silver Elven Kings, but I think you're quite content with being a bandit." He looked around: "The things you stole must be worth a lot of money, right?"
The Lizardman Hewjil's frown deepened as he shook his head: "No, no. Let's get down to business. "
"Then what did you discover?"
"Yes, a little bit. But there's not much progress. " Hewjil shook his head: "We can't get close to the temple. But, this thing can help me." He stretched out his skinny hand and shook a necklace: "Wizard, I need some."
Conrad and the Dark Bishop looked at each other. The Lizardman Hewjil was using the excuse of investigating the tomb of the Silver Elven Kings to act as the local tyrant. Everyone thought so, but they did not expect him to really be here. But now was not the time to be anxious. The mercenary commander reorganized his speech and said: "That's not a problem, but we have something we need your help with."
"I've already helped you once." Hewjil said unhappily. He had already attracted the attention of the other adventurers when he sent the message to the Grey Wolves Mercenaries.
"There are benefits for you." The Dark Bishop said in a low voice.
"What kind of benefits?"
"A big fish." Conrad's expression was solemn.
… …
'Pa!' A muffled sound rang out.
Brando grabbed the youth's white hair and pressed his head into the ground, causing him to cry out in pain. From the information Redi revealed, the truth was obvious. Even though Brando did not want to accept this result, he had to admit that the plot had changed.
The other party had already set their sights on him.
He should have thought of this earlier. He changed the way he completed the quest and the entire plot was reversed. The previous guide did not mention the betrayal of the Crimson Spirit Knight and Redi, nor did it mention that Conrad would be the first to enter the Balogon Ruins. In other words, the other party had completely given up on tracking Buga and Makarov, and focused on searching for him.
This was all a facade created by that damned sly fox. Even though Brando was furious, he had to admit that the other party's plan was successful. It caused him a lot of trouble and made him angry. The consequences were severe.
Amandina did not say a word after hearing Redi's description. After a long while, she suggested: "Should we retreat temporarily, my lord?"
But Brando waved his hand.
If they wanted to cause trouble for him, they had to be prepared to pay the price. [Well, this plot seems to be the final path to 100% completion. I want to see how powerful these Disciples of the Black Flames are. Isn't it just a plot with the highest completion rate?] Brando thought to himself. [It's not like I haven't experienced it before. I want to see how Lady Martha plans to reward me with this completion rate.]
But just as he was about to flip out, Sanford carefully approached him and whispered: "My lord, what about Scarlet?"
Brando turned around and saw the future Spirit Knight lying on the ground as if she was asleep. A few Elven warriors were guarding her. That was impossible. Not to mention what the new Grey Wolves Mercenaries would think, even he himself would not agree to it. Scarlet had already formed a connection with the Eversong Card Set. If her fate was irreversible, the best outcome would be the same as Metisha.
But because she was a newborn angel, and according to Redi's description, she was sealed by a low-ranked Priestess. Perhaps she could be saved. [I'm not a madman who wants to seal anyone into a card, but I'm willing to do so if it's possible to save this girl with her personality.] Moreover, he might even have a Gold-ranked subordinate out of thin air.
Therefore, he replied without thinking, "Bring him along. After all, he's your companion. Maybe he can still be saved."
"Really?!" Sanford exclaimed excitedly.
Brando nodded: "I can only give it a try."
Sanford quickly nodded. He knew that Scarlet's condition was not normal.
"What about this bastard?" Amandina looked at Redi with disgust and asked softly.
Sanford seemed to have regained his strength when he heard Amandina's words. He struggled to raise his head, and his face was filled with tears mixed with mud. He shouted with all his might: "You promised that as long as I told you everything, you wouldn't kill me —"
"I'm a man of my word." Brando nodded.
He clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the Silver Elf beside him: "Commander, I'll have to trouble you to do it for me."
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