The vast land was sleeping in the darkness, and there was no sound. The silence seemed to be mourning for the souls that had passed away on this land. The stars were hanging upside down, and shooting stars crossed half of the purplish red sky, as if symbolizing the names that had shone in the long river of history.
Bretton stood silently in the cold night wind, and one order after another came from his mouth. The guards galloped through the ruins of the Green Village, exterminating the remaining enemies. All the undead had to be purified. Everything.
The young captain felt that this was the only way to make himself feel better.
He looked at the time, and he still had half an hour.
Zetto looked at this scene from afar, and he shook the glass flask in his hand, and touched the young man beside him: "You, are you called Irene?"
Irene was slightly startled.
"My name is Zetto, do you want some?" He raised the flat flask: "Pure Clear Lake Fire Wine, Ryan and I found it in a wine cellar. Unfortunately, I don't know if I can still drink it after this war … … "
He paused for a moment.
"You know, I used to have a dream. I wanted to be the best scout."
"But now I'm regretting it."
Irene felt that this person was very strange, but she was a little interested in why he regretted it. A person wouldn't regret for no reason, right?
"Why?" She asked.
"My biggest goal was to discover the enemy, because discovering the enemy was my value. But now what I want to do most is to hide the villagers. At least they won't be killed. But you know, I can't do anything, I can't do anything- "
"It's not your fault."
"I'm a soldier." Zetto took a sip of the wine: "When I saw that girl crying, I wished I could die on the battlefield like Corfinto. But I'm still alive, and I can't escape. "
The young man was silent, and for some reason, he subconsciously thought of Brando. He had an illusion that the young man who led them out of trouble could also lead them out of the shadows this time.
Perhaps his premonition was true, and all the difficulties would be solved.
Hopefully.
He thought.
… …
Brando and Freya sat together.
To be honest, Brando felt that he was not good at comforting people. He felt that it would have been better if someone else was here, but that damned Bretton actually left with a sour face. Irene also stayed far away and refused to come over. Hey, isn't that your captain?
Fortunately, Freya quickly adjusted her emotions, but she kept staring in a certain direction. Her usually bright eyes were now filled with loneliness.
Brando recognized that kind of desolation. He had seen the same kind of gaze on the Valkyrie — a gaze that flowed with quiet sadness, as if it would never disappear.
However, he suddenly felt that it was a pity. Compared to her, he preferred the innocent, soft-hearted, and somewhat persistent Freya, the Freya who could get angry over small things.
But how was he supposed to open his mouth? He hesitated for a long time, but when the words reached his mouth, they seemed pale and powerless. He had prepared several lines, but none of them were suitable.
Just as he was having a headache, the girl spoke first.
"Mr. Brando," she called out.
"Hmm?"
"Tell me, why is there a war?"
Ah, he really did not seriously think about this question. In the game, the large guilds would go to war because of the distribution of benefits, reputation, and even face. Countries would fight for benefits, sovereignty, and territory. The flames of war would spread across the land at any time.
In the past, he might have answered that it was because humans were creatures that were always controlled by their desires. They yearned to conquer and plunder, and thus were always fighting against each other.
But after experiencing everything today, especially Freya's weak cry, it was forever imprinted in his heart, and could not be erased. He suddenly realized that this answer was laughable, because no one could surpass their own race. Humans were both weak and strong.
"War will happen, and we can only choose to accept it."
"We were born in a very bad era, and we cannot choose our era. But we can try to change it. "Brando answered. As he said that, he suddenly felt a sense of relief because of his own words." Perhaps we can't change anything, but at least we've fought together with many others to achieve it — — such memories are already precious enough. "
He recalled the days when he fought for Erouine in the game. Many friends, many like-minded companions, many vows, even though they all left in the end, at least he had countless memories — — and never once regretted his loss.
Those were memories that belonged to Erouine.
He couldn't forget them for a very long time.
The girl fell silent.
"Freya."
"Hm?"
"You must love them very much."
"Yes." The girl answered: "After my father passed away, Auntie Syl had always taken care of me, they were proud of me.
"But I'm the same, I love them more than anything.
"But I'm very curious, why did the heavens choose you?" Brando asked.
"Hm?"
"Freya, if one day you become the protector of this land, have you ever thought about it?"
"How is that possible, Mr. Brando, are you secretly laughing at me — —" the girl was a bit angry, but her voice became softer. "I want to be a good leader, but my strength is only so much, so little. I only want to fulfill my responsibility, I can't do it if it's too far away. "
No, not only did you do it, you did it very well. Freya, you will be Erouine's last hero, and also the one that people will miss the most.
Humble, serious, strong, kind, the heavens gave you ordinary talents, but also gave you the best qualities and unique experiences.
Brando turned the black sandalwood gargoyle statue over and over in his hand, staring into the distance and sighed. "Freya, I don't know how far you'll go in the future, but I want you to remember one thing."
"Hm?"
"Do you know the word 'companions'? No matter how far you go, there will always be many people to accompany you. You will never be alone. "
Freya was startled, and suddenly her eyes were filled with sorrow. She thought of the Roman, Petit-finis, Irene and Mackie, and everyone in the third militia unit.
Of course, there was also Aunt Syl.
She wiped the corner of her eyes and looked up at the sky. The night was divided into two by a red curtain. The Green Village was burning, and the raging flames in the darkness seemed to indicate a greater catastrophe.
"Thank you," she replied softly. "Shameless Brando."
Our hero choked.
But when he turned around, Freya's eyes were bright, like the stars in the night sky. At that moment, Brando suddenly felt that his existence was valuable. At least history was different now, wasn't it?
… …
Bretton quickly got what he wanted — food and medicine. Although the Green Village was almost completely destroyed, it was not difficult to find these things. The undead did not need food or medicine, and these things were just casually piled up there.
Moreover, they had Brando with them.
Even though Bucce, Verbin, and Green Village were all under the jurisdiction of the Bucce Garrison, the youths who were familiar with the Garrison could not compare to Brendel.
Brando easily found the secret cellars of the two squires' manors with his memories. Other than food and medicine, there were also other materials, such as pig iron, copper, and even gold and silver. But they could not bring the extra things, so they could only seal the cellars as they were. Perhaps they could still be used in the future.
Of course, it was not Brando's habit to return empty-handed, especially as a player. The owners of these manors died in the war, and they did not have any descendants. Brando knew that these manors were later burned down by the undead of Madara. Those secret cellars later became the hottest thing for players, and as long as they found one, they could make a small fortune.
This was why he was so familiar with the location of these cellars. Players were always creatures that did not wake up early if there was no profit.
But he could not bring the big things, but he definitely could not let go of the magic equipment. Under everyone's surprised gaze, he opened a few secret compartments. Most of them were gold, silver, and jewels, but our protagonist did not care about those things. In the game, these were all wealth, but on the battlefield, they were worthless except for being a burden.
The young vice-captain's face darkened, and he looked at him suspiciously. When did this guy learn to be a burglar? But with his personality, he would not degrade himself, right?
At this time, Brando took out a set of female half-body armor. This was a set of retro armor, the bright surface was decorated with complicated brass ornaments, and the black and gold patterns showed that it was a work of art in the style of the Year of the Return of Glory.
But before everyone could look away from this beautiful armor, Brando took out another set of armor from nowhere. Then he waved to Freya, "Freya, come here."
"Hmm?" Our future Valkyrie was slightly startled.
"Try on this set of armor."
"Wait," Bretton could not help but sneer, "Brando, you can't be thinking of letting Freya wear that set of armor, right? Not all armors are meant to be used in actual combat, do you understand? "
Brando was too lazy to pay attention to him, he took the armor and was about to put it on Freya. But the girl blushed, swayed her ponytail, and took the armor and said, "I, I'll do it myself."
He was stunned. In the game, he did not pay much attention to this. He and his female Knight and warrior companions helped each other put on their armor, but he forgot that this was reality.
"What are you thinking?" Bretton saw Freya run to the pile of wood and could not help but ask.
"What?"
"That is a work of art, it's too heavy. You can't be thinking of letting Freya wear it in battle, right? Besides, have you militia learned how to fight in armor? "
"Too heavy?" This was the first time Brando heard of this. He could not help but look back at the young vice-captain, wondering if his brain had been flooded with water.
He did not explain further and waved for Freya to come over, then helped her put on the armor. Then he asked, "How does it feel?"
"It's a bit heavy, it's not very flexible."
The youths behind Bretton snickered. How could such an obvious piece of armor not be heavy? Of course, most of these snickers were kind, but there were also some who were mocking him.
Brando ignored them and said to the armor, "S 'taz."
This word was an ancient word, meaning wind.
The armor was instantly covered by a layer of green light, and with a whoosh, it floated up from Freya's body and tightly protected her body. The girl was slightly startled and shouted in surprise, "This —?"
Brando turned back, "The Wind Empress Armor is infused with the wind element, and someone actually said that it's too heavy. Presumably, the elven craftsman who designed this armor would not rest in peace even if he died, right? "
Bretton's face was as gloomy as water, while the young Knight behind him was speechless.
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