The strategy guide did not mention anything about this part of the story, probably because they ended it too early. Who would have thought that the Silver Elves had already appeared on the continent before the first War of the Black Rose?
While he was thinking about this, he went to rummage through the corpse of the Acolyte of Earth out of boredom. The residual magic in the corpse was condensing into a crystal of high purity. This was a drop from a level 65 Boss, and it also had the attribute of the Blood of God. It was one of the best forging and alchemy materials of the same level, second only to the treasures of the dragon.
He could not help but look at Aloz beside him. Of course, he could only see air.
"You have a weird look in your eyes, Mr. Brando?"
"Is that so?"
"But Aloz already has a mate, and I'm not interested in humans. But if it's Mr. Brando, I don't mind giving it a try once in a while."
"Cough, cough."
Brando choked and coughed. Both sides looked at him. Count Barre turned around and looked at the Silver Elves with cold eyes. He broke the silence first.
"Let's negotiate."
The Silver Elves nodded.
… …
In fact, the long and boring negotiation lasted until the evening. The only real participants were Barre, Fleetwood, and the Silver Elf Knight commander. On the other side, Makarov and Buga, under Brando's instructions, helped Eke out from the bushes covered in blood and reluctantly thanked him. The Silver Elves had made it clear that they wanted to protect Brando because he protected their king's tomb, so they had no choice but to lower their stance. In fact, Brando gained more than that. He felt that he had won the highest level of respect from the Silver Elves.
Not only were the warriors friendly to him, the Silver Elf commander even gave him a piece of ginkgo leaf in private. Of course, Brando did not think that it was a token of love. Although it looked like a bookmark, he knew that it was not as simple as a bookmark. In fact, it was a token of friendship. In other words, if he were to be harassed in Erouine in the future, he could take this ginkgo leaf and seek political asylum.
Of course, this was just a joke.
This ginkgo leaf represented that the Silver Elves owed him a favor. As long as he or his descendants carried this ginkgo leaf, they would be able to obtain a chance to ask for help from the Silver Elves. Brando did not know what the request for help was. He only knew that in his previous life, someone had used this item to rent more than a hundred heavy elven infantry from the Silver Elves.
The term of the loan was one hundred years.
Although they were not as rare as the Phoenix Guards, they were still one of the best troops on the continent. However, even though Brando was itching to give it a try, his rationality told him that it was unwise to be impatient. After all, this was the real world and not a game. Building a good relationship with the Silver Elves would be beneficial in the future.
If he were to appear impatient from the start, wouldn't this noble and cold race look down on him? Wouldn't that be a loss?
Even though the Violet Earl looked at the scene with a solemn expression, he knew that he could not allow his subordinates to fight the Silver Elves here. The reputation of the Sacred Hymn Legion was once known throughout the continent. Even after seven centuries, no one dared to challenge them. After comparing the strengths of both sides, the Violet Earl made a wise choice.
After both sides left the neutral zone, they returned to their respective camps and ordered their troops to turn around and retreat 300 meters. Only then did the atmosphere in the forest calm down.
Brendel sat beside the Acolyte of Earth's corpse and looked at the scene with surprise. Even though he did not participate in the negotiations, he knew that the core of the negotiations was about why the Silver Elves had reappeared after hundreds of years of disappearance. Even though this area used to be part of the Elven Empire, it was given up by the Elven Empire. Thus, the Erouine Empire had the right to declare their sovereignty. Today, after two or three hundred years, this area had become part of the Elven Empire's territory. Even the closest allies of the Elven Empire could not casually step into this area.
However, Brando could see that the Silver Elves were extremely stubborn. He did not know what kind of agreement was reached between the two sides that made Bali and Fleetwood accept it.
"Why do you think the Silver Elves returned to the continent?" He suddenly asked.
The dragon girl Aloz's nonchalant voice rang out.
"How would I know about those weird fellows? They don't interact with outsiders. Aiyaya, don't disturb other people's business!" Aloz's voice suddenly complained.
"Business?"
"Of course," Aloz's voice sounded proud, "I'm writing a script about the Knight Brando. It took me a while to get the idea. Oh right, I forgot to mention to Mr. Brando that my profession is a poet. "
"Poet?"
Brendel's brows furrowed as he listened. It seemed that the profession of a poet was extremely popular among the Dragon race. He remembered a very famous plot in the game: There was a giant Dragon that created a huge underground city, and then captured a few powerful monsters and placed them in there, turning them into Bosses and other monsters. Then, it let the players who did not know enter the challenge. It recorded the results of the challenge and then wrote a story. Of course, those who actually defeated the boss would be able to obtain a treasure. This treasure was actually a very small part of the dragon's collection. In fact, it was later proven that it was not even one-tenth of the profits it obtained from each story.
He remembered that the dungeon was a level 45 dungeon. At first, the players thought that it was just a normal dungeon. But later on, the inside story was discovered, and it became a popular story.
But the Dragon Race's bad taste was also evident.
Of course, in comparison, this giant dragon at least got rich through labor. Compared to some unscrupulous robbers, it was much better.
"Of course, of course." The dragon girl seemed to be proud, but suddenly her tone changed, "Don't bother me, it's so annoying. Forget it, I'll go write it myself." After she finished speaking, Brando heard the voice beside him go silent.
"Tsk." He could not help but sneer.
But at this time, he suddenly heard a 'click' behind him. The young man thought that Aloz had returned so quickly. But when he turned around, he saw Nalaethar standing there. At this moment, the former commander of the Phoenix Guards had taken off his helmet. He looked at Brando seriously, and then at the corpse of the giant beast beside the young man. A trace of doubt flashed in his silver eyes.
Brando was stunned.
But then he smiled and suddenly said, "I think, Nalaethar —"
Nalaethar looked at him and was slightly startled.
"It's better if you wear the helmet."
"Why?" The Silver Elf asked indifferently.
"You're too handsome, I'm a bit stressed." The young man sighed.
For the first time, Nalaethar could not help but smile. He thought about it seriously, and really did put the helmet back on. Only a pair of silver eyes were left on Brando. But Nalaethar paused for a moment and said, "I'm leaving, Brando."
Brando was slightly startled.
He had never thought about this before.
But wasn't this inevitable?
The mission was over, and Nalaethar should of course return —
He suddenly wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat. The scenes of fighting side by side with Nalaethar for the past few days replayed in his mind. Although there were no unnecessary words, but the sense of trust that came from the bottom of his heart grew. He looked at Nalaethar and lowered his head. Where would Nalaethar go after he returned? The Silver Elf King's tomb, or the altar? The power of Shaye's altar was weakening by the day. Although he said that he would return one day to bring Nalaethar news to the outside world, who knew if they would ever meet again? Perhaps it would be like a real storyline mission, and he would only meet Nalaethar once. When he returned, there would only be a lonely altar left in the forest of Chablis.
Brando knew that this was very likely.
He wanted to say something, but his heart suddenly felt empty. It was so empty that he could not say anything.
The young man hesitated for a long time and said heartlessly, "You're leaving, Nalaethar? But you haven't done what you promised me. Don't tell me you don't want to go back on your word — "
The Silver Elf Commander snickered, "Going back on my word? You humans invented a good word. Of course, I'll do it. "
As he spoke, he took out a scroll and handed it to Brando.
Nalaethar hesitated for a moment and replied softly.
"My thoughts are written on it, my friend."
Those words struck Brando like a bolt of lightning, and he stood there without moving for a long time. Nalaethar smiled and handed the scroll back to Brando, then leaned forward and hugged him, "Thank you for bringing us to a battle that I haven't seen for a long time. My blood is boiling again. You're very good, and the battle was exciting, but all good things must come to an end. Also, you owe me a promise — "
The Silver Elf Commander whispered, "Remember to tell me what happened outside, decades, a hundred years, don't 'go back on your word', my friend, is that how you say it?" He struggled to pronounce the word 'go back on your word' in Kirrlutz, then asked with a smile.
"Yes … …"
Brando raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.
"The wind is a little strong."
Nalaethar nodded in understanding, and his body slowly disappeared into the air. Only his final smile was left, but it was also fading away. The heroic spirits of the twenty elven warriors turned into white light and soared into the sky, disappearing into a distant place in the southern forest.
Everyone saw this scene, but only the Silver Elves, Aloz, and Brando knew what really happened. The young man saw the Silver Elf Knight Commander nodding kindly at him from afar, as if he was comforting him.
Brando felt a little relieved, and felt a little better. Indeed, Nalaethar was right. All good things must come to an end.
Isn't that right?
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