Both sides spent the night in a state of urgency.
Tarkus was waiting for the attack plan to unfold bit by bit, while Brando was worried that he would not be able to grasp the time. Madara's army and Bucce's eleven youths were walking side by side in the silent darkness, their fates alienated yet closely linked.
But the sun would eventually rise day after day. The first ray of light seemed to have just passed through the hair, but the morning passed in a flash. Half of the day was peaceful, and they did not even encounter the most common brown bear in this area.
But after summer, the brown bear in the wild also became a gentle animal.
It was noon.
Hearing the sound of the bushes in front of him, Brando could not help but squint his eyes. The sunlight shone through the new green leaves, showing a beautiful fragmented gold between the gaps. He followed the sound and looked up from the simple stretcher, like a mirror, a shining reflection reflected in his eyes.
It was a lake.
Like an emerald gem embedded in the mountains and forests, the ripples created a pool of sparkling light.
"Look, it's a lake —!" Petit-finis shouted in surprise.
Freya immediately rewarded him with a knock on the head, making the youth cry out in pain.
It was not a good time to travel, and now it was better for everyone to be cautious, because no one knew if they would encounter Madara's army nearby. Although the night was peaceful, Brando said that it was because this area had no strategic value.
As for what the strategic value was, the girl did not know.
The young man from Braggs always seemed to know more than everyone else. Although she was somewhat unwilling, she could only admit it.
She did not know if every youth in the city was as good as him.
Under the subtle influence, Freya's perception had completed a transition from one extreme to another. She could not help but be a little jealous, if she also came from Braggs's militia training camp, she would have learned better than that shameless guy.
It was really unfair.
But only God knew, there was no such thing as' Braggs's militia training camp '. Sophie, no, it should be Brando. His militia training was done in Draeger. Of course, he would never expose this trick at this time. He needed to maintain some prestige so that these young people would believe that a team without a leader would not be able to get out of this predicament.
Freya might be able to take up this position in the future, but not now.
Thinking up to this point, Brando couldn't help but glance at the other party. The girl with the long ponytail was considering her surroundings. She hesitated for a moment before she relaxed her grip on her sword and let out a sigh.
"Let's rest here." Freya ordered after confirming that there was no danger.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"We're going to die!"
"I bet that when we reach Fortress Riedon, I'll just lie down and sleep."
"We'll see when we get there."
"Irene, shut your mouth —!" At the edge of the forest, the sound of young people talking could be heard. Although they deliberately kept their voices low, their words were still filled with a sense of happiness.
Everyone was too tired.
The night wasn't too long, but it was torture for his tense nerves. Normal people would not be able to imagine the pressure of life and death. The group of people walked through the forest under the dim starlight. They were surrounded by darkness where they could not even see their own fingers. Only the nocturnal sounds of insects flapping their wings could be heard, and the screeching of owls could be heard from afar.
In the darkness, the rustling sound seemed to pass through one shrub after another. Coincidentally, silence surrounded everyone, as if a silent ghost had seized everyone's heart. The gloomy and cold atmosphere could not help but make people's nerves tense.
Behind the dense foliage was always an unknown. Have you ever heard of the mountain monsters described in bedtime stories?
At sunrise, the cold dew slowly dissipated. The young people looked like they were fished out of the water. Their faces were pale, and their wet hair stuck to their foreheads. Even Brando was not an exception. He used to sleep in his own bed, away from all the conflicts. He did not lie on a stretcher, listening to all the strange sounds around him.
Especially in the unknown darkness, there would be grass that reached your waist brushing past your face. You did not know what kind of insects were crawling around your neck. It was creepy.
Marsha above, when he thought about how he would probably have to live like this for more than a week, he was a little crazy. He now missed his past life very much. Even if it was a little useless, he still wanted to return to a stable life.
Otakus were always full of confidence when making a promise, but the passion came and went quickly. But when he saw the tired and worried expression on Freya's face, his heart calmed down.
Because he was trusted.
He suddenly realized that he had to abandon the identity of Sophie and try to accept a new life. He could not help but touch his chest. The one who died was not Brando, but Sophie.
It was not that he accepted this world, but this world accepted him.
Brando's stretcher was placed by the lake. Not far away, he could see the colorful pebbles. He first checked Jonathan's condition. The latter miraculously survived, but his physical condition was not good.
"How is he?" Mackie could not help but ask.
"It's hard to say." Sophie, no, he should be called Brando now. He shook his head.
Mackie was silent and stared at the lake in a daze. This lake was called Lake Che. They came here, which meant that they were close enough to the Green Village. But among all the people present, only Brando knew the correct direction. The young man looked in one direction. In that direction, there were a few faint traces of gray smoke in the sky.
It seemed that Kabias had already attacked the village. Its fate was not far from Bucce's. Madara's army attacked quickly, just like he remembered in the game.
In fact, Brando still remembered this lake. He raised his head and looked at the other side of the lake. In that direction, the trees were lush, and under the dark mountains, he could no longer see the familiar figures of the past.
He remembered that he had leveled up in this area for a long time, with brown bears and foxes. Thinking of the days when he sold leather to make money in the game, Brando could not help but smile.
He removed his hand from Jonathan's forehead and said to Mackie, "Do me a favor."
"What is it?"
"Help me take off the bandage."
Brando wanted to change the bandage, but before that, he wanted to let the Roman distribute the roll of sausages he took from his house. He wanted everyone to have a taste of the black sausages from the Grinoires region.
He did not know whether to laugh or cry. These young people did not even think of preparing food before they escaped from Bucce. Even Freya, who looked so calm and steady, did not think of this possibility.
That was why they only had one roll of sausages left.
"Why don't you tell me what you saw on the day you left Bucce, and learn more about the enemy … Ouch, Mackie, be gentler." His eyebrows twitched as he gasped in pain.
Freya saw this scene and could not help but sigh, "Let me do it, move aside, Mackie."
The young man was stunned, and the girl with the long ponytail had already walked in front of him.
"Is it okay to distribute the food like this?" She lowered her head and carefully removed the bandage for Brando. She hesitated for a moment before asking in a small voice.
"What problem?"
This guy, he knows what I'm talking about!
Freya could not help but grit her teeth, but what made Brando laugh was that even so, this kind girl did not dare to do anything with her hands.
"You know what I'm talking about, we can't go to Fortress Riedon, right?" Freya's voice was even lower, almost inaudible.
Brando could not help but look at this girl again, of course he felt that her light brown ponytail suited her temperament very well. He thought for a moment and asked, "Your aunt and uncle should be in the group, right?"
Freya lowered her head, and her hand that was removing the bandage stopped for a moment.
"I'm sorry," Brando sighed, "If there's a chance, I'll try my best. But I can't guarantee anything, I can't take on such a big responsibility. "
"Thank you."
An almost undetectable answer.
"Big sister Freya, big brother Brando, what are you whispering about?" Petit-finis's untimely voice sounded at this time, he was sitting under a beech tree, curiously looking at the two of them. If big sister Freya was someone he had always admired, then Brando was this young man's new idol.
His words successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned to him at the same time.
Freya's face suddenly turned red, only then did she realize that she was too close to that guy, she quickly took a step back and explained, "No, nothing, we're just discussing … …" Unfortunately, this innocent girl did not understand that it was better if she did not explain, but her explanation made it seem like she was trying to cover something up.
Especially her flushed face. When had the captain ever been so shy?
Roman rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up from the ground. She seemed to have just figured out what had happened. Even though Freya was afraid that she would misunderstand and kept trying to signal her with her eyes, she did not expect the merchant girl to smile nonchalantly as if she was thinking wrongly: "It's alright, Freya."
"Roman, you — —" The ponytailed girl did not say anything, and instead her face turned red.
She glared at Roman, almost wanting to strangle this girl to death.
Brando noticed that there was a worried look in the crowd, it was the young man named Niberto. He was slightly startled, could it be that he was interested in Freya? But he could not lack courage, he could not help but shake his head.
"That's enough," he interrupted, "I'm discussing the food distribution with your captain."
When Brando opened his mouth, it was as if he had a natural prestige, making everyone stop and involuntarily turn their attention to him.
But Roman, what is the meaning of your sparkling eyes? He thought to himself, are you looking at a pile of treasures? The young man shook his head and continued, "With this amount of food, even if we save some, it's not enough for us to eat. Besides, we still need to maintain our strength to deal with the enemies we may encounter. "
"But — —" Freya had just said half a word when she saw Brando shake his head at her.
"The Green Village is not far away, why don't we go there to find food? The undead do not need food and shelter, and those things originally belonged to us humans, so we naturally have the right to take them back. "He answered.
"The Green Village? Was it not attacked by Madara? "Ike sat on the ground and asked. The wound on his leg was bandaged by Brando, and it was almost healed today.
The healing effect provided by the bandage was a potential recovery value, which referred to the effect that would slowly occur during the next time the bandage was changed. In the game, it took six minutes for the bandage to take effect, but in this world, the recovery period was extended to one day. Therefore, the wound would slowly heal over the course of a day until the next bandage change.
"Of course there are enemies, but we will move in small groups, so we may not necessarily clash with the enemy." Brando answered. He had already thought of this arrangement for the escape route, and now he had a card up his sleeve.
"Small groups, does that mean we'll sneak in?" Petit-finis was immediately interested.
"Yes, I'll pick a few people to go with me." Brando nodded, his eyes looking at everyone: "Ike and Vlad are injured, Mackie and Neberto stay and take care of them, Roman, you stay and take care of Bertha, as for the others, Irene and Freya, you two come with me."
"No!"
"No!" Freya and Petit-finis objected together.
"Irene and I can go, but Brando, you have to stay." The ponytailed girl took a deep breath. Did this guy know how serious his injury was?
"I want to go too." The brat was the first to jump up.
Brando looked at the two of them and sighed: "Alright, I'll answer your questions one by one." As he spoke, he bit the bandage in his mouth, then wrapped it around his body a few times and tightened it.
A light green + 2 appeared on his body.
He took a deep breath and felt his strength gradually returning to his body. Although he was still very weak, especially since the corrosive poison was still eating away at his life force, at least he could move on his own.
He looked up and asked: "Miss Freya, why do you want me to stay? Injury? "
"It's good that you know." The ponytailed girl turned her head away.
Brando smiled slightly. That might not be the case.
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(PS: Screaming at the top of my lungs for recommendations, I feel like my score has been deducted, I don't know if I'm seeing things …)
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