"An Element?"
Brando had never heard of such an Element before. Even though Karma Reversal, Time Reversal, and Spatial Displacement could all achieve similar effects. However, the first description of logic (cause and effect) is: order, regularity, and time is only related to the relative motion of objects, and the process of reversal cannot be related to it by oneself.
The Gold Element's power was uncontrollable, and it had to be controlled by Time Reversal, so Time Reversal could be ruled out.
There were too many definitions of Space, and 'Space' alone had several meanings, and it had a lot of intersections with Time Reversal. Order and Stability seemed to be used to describe Space, but Space had countless sub-definitions, such as Displacement, Vector, Motion, and even Matter and Spirit.
However, Spatial Displacement was related to Displacement, and had nothing to do with Stasis or Stability.
As for the sub-types of Elements, such as Karma Reversal, Light Refraction, Curved Path, and Illusion, none of them could lower the temperature of the Material World, let alone Order and Stability.
Brando sensed someone approaching him from behind, and a faint fragrance wafted into his nose. It smelled like the leaves of a certain tree in the hills south of Erouine, and he knew that Scarlet often wore such leaves in her hair. He did not need to turn around to feel the red-haired girl walking to his side. She looked straight ahead and unsheathed her sword, which she did not use often, and silently handed it to him.
"Here." Scarlet said.
"Thank you."
Brendel took the sword and saw Kabias's towering figure standing up from the rubble with a clatter of rocks falling to the ground. The Undead Lord glared at them hatefully. Brando's Elemental Power made it suspicious. Its Elemental Power was Soul Force, which was used to strengthen its attack and defense. It was completely suppressed by the young man's Elemental Power, and it did not dare to act rashly. Even though the mercenaries under Metisha's command charged towards Graudin's private army, Kabias could only stand there and face Brando.
It was originally confident in its victory, but now it was even worried that the mysterious young man would take the initiative to attack. The skeleton pressed the wound on its brass armor, not sure if it could really block Brando's attack. It knew that the situation could not be changed, but at least it wanted to keep Brando here.
"Do we defeat it?" Scarlet asked as she gripped her halberd tightly.
Brando shook his head. He wasn't sure either. The Elemental Power was erratic and uncontrollable. On the other hand, Kabias was far stronger than him. It could afford to make a mistake, but he could not. If he misjudged the effects of his Element Power and allowed Kabias to seize the opportunity to counterattack, the price he would have to pay was not something he could bear.
The young man had long put aside his life and death, but in his position, he had to be responsible for more people.
Death was simple, but it was the choice of a coward.
"Its attack just now was to force you out, I thought you could see it." Brando replied, he was talking about Scarlet blocking the axe for him.
"I'm sorry," Scarlet suddenly reacted and looked at him in surprise: "You … … you knew?" But she had clearly followed him alone. She was so far away in the forest. Besides, she also had experience in hiding in the forest. She clearly remembered that he was holding Sifrid's hand and walking far ahead without looking back. She suddenly shut her mouth and looked at Brando suspiciously.
She suspected that Brando was trying to trick her.
"I noticed it when you came out with me," Brando replied: "The vessel for the God's Blood."
"Ah."
Scarlet lowered her head. In her eyes, this young lord was used to controlling everything and doing things his own way. Even the lovable merchant girl was not something he could reprimand, let alone her. But she had thought it through before acting rashly. She was used to being reprimanded, at least compared to being ignored.
She took a deep breath and suddenly thought of another possibility. [Is he trying to shift the blame onto Sanford and the others?] The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible. She raised her head and looked at him vigilantly.
"What are you thinking about?" Brando could see the obvious suspicion in her eyes.
"I'm taking responsibility for my actions." Scarlet frowned and said.
"Responsibility?" Brando looked at the motionless Kabias. [Are you the one who can afford to wait or am I the one who can afford to wait?] However, he wasn't in a hurry and simply chatted with Qian Qian. But his nonchalant attitude made Scarlet think that he would take his anger out on the Grey Wolves Mercenaries. She could not help but feel uneasy. She did not think that her actions would cause trouble for others.
Scarlet gritted her teeth: "Anything is fine!"
She was an orphan who grew up in a mercenary group. But she was also familiar with the rumors of the nobles.
Brando was slightly startled and looked at her. Scarlet blushed, and even the tips of her ears were burning. She seemed to have used all her strength to say those words: "Anything is fine … … My lord, but please don't cause trouble for them."
"Hah?"
"Isn't that enough?" Scarlet gritted her teeth and asked.
"What?" Brando was puzzled: "Them? Who are they? "
"Sanford, and everyone else."
"Why would I cause trouble for them?"
Scarlet was stunned. She raised her head and looked at Brando with her amber eyes, as if trying to discern if he was telling the truth.
"Because —" She realized that she had blurted out something, but immediately shut her mouth.
Brando suddenly understood what she was talking about and smiled: "With your personality, I would be surprised if you didn't follow me."
"Is that so?" Scarlet asked in an almost inaudible voice. She turned her head away again: "You make it sound like I'm an idiot … …"
"No," Brando shook his head: "I'm just respecting your choice."
"Then what about the others?" Scarlet's eyes flashed.
"Everyone has their own responsibilities and obligations. Just like how a person can be willful, but they can't be willful all the time." Brando replied: "I respect their choice as well, but after making a choice, what's left is the responsibility of that choice. Impulse can control a person's actions, but the difference between idealism and naivety is whether a person truly understands what they have to pay for it, and what they are willing to pay for it. "
"So I'm sure you won't choose to run away here, right?"
Scarlet nodded. She looked at the shadow cast by Abies' castle and said fiercely: "Tsk, if you want me to back down in front of that scum, you might as well kill me —"
"So, our attitudes are the same." Brando smiled bitterly: "We're on the same side, fighting side by side. Why would I blame you?"
Scarlet lowered her eyes: "In the end, I'm still an outsider."
Brando looked at her and suddenly realized what she was thinking. Of course, he wanted her to become his subordinate. A Gold-ranked fighter would attract attention no matter where she went. But this was not a bad thing. She could slowly integrate into the group, and their relationship would be more stable. He had never intended to give up on Scarlet, but using the other members of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries to threaten a girl was not his hobby.
So he just smiled.
The battlefield was silent for a moment. Brando looked at Kabias' huge bony claws holding the short spear. Of course, from a normal person's point of view, it was no different from a normal spear. The Soul Fire in the Undead Lord's eye sockets was still burning. The youth knew that Kabias had made up its mind to keep him here. He looked at the battlefield absent-mindedly and simply said: "Scarlet."
"Yes."
"Go support Metisha, okay? Leave this to me — "
Scarlet nodded and raised her spear.
She looked at Kabias, who was shrouded in the mist, and took two steps forward before stopping. "Just give orders." The girl's voice softly said. Brando was slightly startled and looked up. But the red-haired girl's figure had already disappeared into the dust filled street. Brando was stunned for a moment before he smiled.
He then looked at Kabias again. Both of them did not move.
While Brando and the Undead Lord were confronting each other, Metisha was in trouble on the other side of the battlefield. The mercenaries continued to drive Graudin's private army into the inner city. Relying on their superior combat strength and willpower, Graudin's unhindered attack was met with trouble as they approached Abies' castle. This was the last line of defense for the nobles' private army, but Graudin's soldiers were not the only ones standing behind the defense line. There were also rows of skeletons that glowed with a faint light under the moonlight.
These skeletons were very different from the ones he saw in Bucce. Compared to the normal skeletons, they wore light leather armor, held short spears in their hands, and had short swords and small round shields at their waists. Each of them carried three to four bone spears on their backs. They stood quietly behind the defensive line, motionless. But in fact, in the short period of time that they had come into contact with the mercenaries, they had caused great losses to the mercenaries. If Brando was here, he would be able to tell that these undead were Madara's elite 'Bone Thorns'. These skeletons were the assault team of the low-ranked undead, and were Tarkus's famous personal guards. They could even be called the 'high-ranked existences' among the low-ranked undead.
As a matter of fact, wherever they were, Tarkus or the high-ranking generals around him should be there.
For example, at this moment, the female Knight was standing in front of the Knight with a huge scythe in her hand and a long black cloak. Among the Four Knights of the Apocalypse, the most powerful one was the Green Knight, Malfoss, who was currently the commander of the 'Plague of Wolves'. However, the most taboo and mysterious person was none other than the Black Knight, the Impartial Judge White.
He raised his head, and the expression on his metal mask formed a strange symbol, but the pair of golden eyes fell on Metisha.
"Who are you?" Metisha frowned slightly. She had fought with him before and instinctively felt that he was powerful.
"Silver Elf." The Black Knight Aemon was slightly startled, and his magnetic voice was surprised. "You are with that person too? You are really unfathomable. He is neither Viscount Gaston nor Brando of Bucce. He claims to be a Highland Knight, but it is impossible for a wizard of the Black Tower to have such an understanding of Madara. In my opinion, he is more like one of the Ancestors — "
"Ancestor?" The Silver Fairy Princess was stunned for a moment.
But Aemon raised his head.
His eyes reflected a beam of fire in the south. That was a magic signal rising into the sky.
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