As Bretton brought the food and medicine back to Brando's acquaintance, the veteran Marden, or rather, the current Bucce Garrison Captain Marden's base in the Beldor Forest, the return of the third militia unit caused a commotion in the valley.
Mackie, Eyke, Irene, Bertha, Petit-finis, and the Neberto brothers were all the eldest sons or daughters of their respective families in the village. Their families originally thought that they had perished in the battle that night, and had even prepared themselves to accept this reality. But now, they had returned alive and well.
The refugees were in an uproar, although not all of them were Bucce residents. Some of them might have come from the Green Village or Verbin, but the enthusiastic atmosphere still affected everyone. After all, this was the first good news they had received in two days.
A good omen could indicate that the coming days would be smooth sailing. Furthermore, with the food and medicine that came with it, the hungry and cold could eat warm meals, and the injured could be cared for. Everyone felt that hope was not far away, and even forgot about the embarrassing and tragic situation in the afternoon.
Humans always yearned for a better life, and even if it was only a little better than now, they would still be satisfied. Some people said that humans were insatiable, and they were indeed insatiable, but they were also the easiest to satisfy.
Marden ordered a bonfire to be lit. This veteran of the November War was brave and stubborn, and would definitely not submit to a few skeletons from Madara. He did not mind that Kabias and Rothko had discovered them, and according to his words, they could come at them as they pleased. Erouine was not a coward.
With so many people who had not undergone military training, it was impossible to hide, so he might as well be generous.
On the other hand, the suddenly lonely Freya was suddenly treated like a hero. At first, Brando was worried that she would be reminded of the past, but he quickly discovered that it was unnecessary.
"Freya, it's all thanks to you guys!"
"Freya, don't be sad, you still have us. Everyone in the village will support you, you're a strong and good girl, everyone knows that! "
"Freya, are you hurt? Come, let Auntie Akasha take a look, why are you so careless! " A plump middle-aged woman parted the crowd. Although she had the rough and loud voice of a country bumpkin, she could not hide the concern on her face.
She parted the fringe in front of Freya's forehead and wiped her face. She took a step back and looked at the girl carefully.
"Auntie Akasha, I'm fine."
"Really? If you have anything to say, don't keep it to yourself."
"Really, thank you everyone." Freya looked at everyone around her, a layer of fog inadvertently blocked her vision. In fact, these people had not had a good time in the past two days. Every one of them was frightened, and their eyes were bloodshot. But right now, they were showing the most sincere kinship between people.
Brendel watched this scene from afar and felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.
The warm bonfire, the connection between people, and the aroma of food in the air seemed to dispel the darkness and coldness of the mountain. Even if it was only for a moment, it was enough to make people sigh with emotion.
What a wonderful scene.
The relationship between people should be so simple.
Brando leaned against a white craggy rock and looked up at the stars in the sky. One by one, they were like diamonds sprinkled on a dark purple curtain.
"Why don't you go over?" He saw Roman sitting at a higher place, her hands holding her bag on her leather skirt, a pair of round leather shoes swinging back and forth in the air.
"They don't like me."
"Why?"
"Auntie and I are strange people in their eyes, and no ordinary girl wants to be a merchant. So it's normal that they don't like them. "
You know that too. Brando said in his heart, but he suddenly realized that he had no impression of Roman's auntie, because that woman was always out, here one day, there the next. She would only come back occasionally and bring some strange things that Roman liked.
Perhaps it was because of her independent upbringing that this future merchant lady had such a unique personality.
"Can you tell me about your parents? I don't think you've told me about them before."
"I've never seen them, for as long as I can remember, my auntie has been by my side. Auntie said, little Roman, when you grow up, you have to repay auntie! "
Romaine giggled, reflecting the moonlight, her eyes were bright and clear.
Brando was stunned, after listening to her, he calmed down.
"So that's why you want to be a merchant?"
"Yes."
"What a strange way of thinking."
"It's okay."
The two of them chatted for a while before Brando saw Freya come over. That young girl appeared to be pure, simple, and approachable in front of everyone, but once she changed back to being the captain of Bucce's third militia unit, she had a faint sense of responsibility like a future Valkyrie.
She promised to bring Brando to meet Captain Marden of Bucce's garrison, although she didn't know what this young man wanted to do. But just like Irene, she had a blind trust in him, believing that as long as it was this young man, he would definitely have a way to get everyone out of this predicament.
Freya didn't want to rely on anyone, she was just curious.
And Brando's plan was like this: Now that he had coincidentally met up with Bucce's garrison and the refugees, and he also knew what kind of failure Captain Marden would encounter, then standing at this point in history, of course he had to do something.
Indeed, Brando's first thought was to protect himself, but a person couldn't live alone in this world. If he did that, how would he face the Roman, how would he face Mackie and Petit-finis, how would he face Freya?
What's more, the future Valkyrie's helpless cries had deeply moved him. Who would have so many misgivings in one life? Moreover, he had lived two lives, he just wanted to have no regrets.
After thinking through this point, Brando felt that the road in front of him had opened up.
The Roman naturally wouldn't leave his side. The three of them passed through the valley, passing through groups of twos and threes, and finally found the old man beside a campfire at the end of the valley. Coincidentally, or perhaps as expected, Bretton was also there. But Brando didn't care about this guy, instead, his gaze fell on the veteran of the November War.
Marden, according to the time in the game, Brando suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen this old man for almost 30 years (the time ratio was 8: 1).
In the game, Marden's later years were extremely unsatisfactory, but he still died of old age. His only fortune was that he didn't personally witness Erouine's defeat, and also gained the friendship of many players. This NPC had an extremely high prestige among the players, because he taught many skills such as stealth, scouting, and swordsmanship. Most importantly, he also taught the first advanced warrior skill: Battle Cry of Courage.
The old man didn't look much different from Brando's memory, he didn't even look that old, but the determination on his face was even stronger. Brando had interacted with this veteran for a period of time, so he knew his temperament. He knew that this was an extremely determined and fearless soldier with a fiery temper. Therefore, any euphemism wouldn't work in front of him, so he might as well be straightforward and directly state his intentions. Maybe he could win some goodwill.
But when he opened his mouth, he still felt a little apprehensive. Who knew if the character of this world was the same as the character in the game? Although he thought that it should be the same, he felt that it was a little inconceivable.
After listening to his statement, Marden's eyebrows moved — of course, it was a frown. But as expected, the first to raise an objection was the young vice captain of the guards.
Bretton.
"You mean that we will fail, what's the reason?"
Brando's gaze stopped on Marden, and he heard the old man say, "Young man, I am very grateful that you want to join us and do your best for the kingdom. But you don't seem to have much hope for the upcoming battle, I would also like to hear — "
Brando didn't panic, he was most worried that this hot-tempered old man wouldn't give him a chance to speak. As long as he opened his mouth, as someone who was familiar with the development of history, he was confident that he could convince the old man, "Actually, I only have one question. Do you know how many undead soldiers of Madara are blocking your path?"
The few young men from the Garrison Force who were sitting there were all silent.
Marden also didn't speak, but Bretton answered after he saw Marden's eyes, "From the battle in the afternoon, it should be the same undead army that started to bite us. Later on, another undead army joined in, and I took note of their flags, there should be at least two different commanders. Unfortunately, I don't know the specific organization of Madara. "
Our protagonist looked at this guy in surprise, he couldn't tell that this guy actually had some real ability. Unlike his previous life's experience, Bretton only needed to observe the chaotic battlefield for a bit to come to this conclusion, it was quite amazing.
But this didn't make Brando think highly of him, because unfortunately, Brando happened to be the one who knew more than him.
"You don't know much about Madara, it's not strange for you to come to the wrong conclusion," he said with assurance, "This is a country that has never been truly unified. Before the era of runes and swords, a group of exiled dark magi came here and became the first lord of this area, and for a long time, this place was a paradise for bandits and undead wanderers … "
"Why are you saying all this?"
"Listen to him, Bretton, don't be impatient."
"Hmph."
Brando smiled, he knew that he could attract Marden's attention. An old soldier was an old soldier, no matter how bad his temper was, he could always grasp some crucial information.
"But at the same time, it is an extremely aggressive country. Those lords who live in the darkness are constantly fighting each other, and at any time, they would plunder from the north, south, or any direction. Erouine, Cruz, Osor, and even the Banlin area have suffered greatly."
"Years of war have allowed the lords of the darkness to have battle-hardened troops. Although their organization is extremely chaotic, their fighting strength is not to be underestimated. Therefore, when you see two different units with different designations, their scale may also be vastly different. "
"So, can you describe to me the details of your battles? Maybe I can provide you with some information."
"Brando!" Bretton finally couldn't help but stand up, he angrily rebuked, "You're lying, how could you know about Madara's situation, as far as I know, you-"
He wanted to say something, but was stopped by the young man's stern gaze. Bretton was stunned for a moment, he couldn't believe that he was shocked speechless by Brendel's gaze.
The Brando of the past wasn't so strong, he was just a young boy with some talent.
"Listen, Bretton, I'm not here to argue with you." Brando replied word by word, "I don't expect you to understand what kind of critical situation this is, but I just want you to know that you have to be responsible for your actions!"
Bretton was speechless, and then he exploded in anger.
"Tell him what we encountered, Bretton." Marden opened his mouth, and the old soldier's brows were deeply furrowed.
… …
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[Note]
Act 18, S 'taz in Elven language.
(PS. The last few chapters have been very good, I don't know if everyone has the same feeling as me?
Also, I would like to thank my readers for their support in recommending my books, I appreciate it!)
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