The Winter Wolves that had been beaten into a daze were regrouping in front of the Centaurs. Like a wave of snow, they would soon gather and swarm over, mercilessly swallowing Wade and his subordinates.
Amandina, Kodan, and Quinn all turned to look at the direction of the Winter Wolves. Austin did the same not far away. There were only a few Knight of Erouine and nobles left behind, but none of them could make a sound.
Once upon a time, Erouine had the spirit to pursue such a belief.
Count Austin subconsciously tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
He turned around and said to Dolant. "Count Dolant, I'll leave the envoy group to you." He didn't know if Dolant was blessed by the heavens or he was just too lucky to be able to hold on until now.
"Me?" Dolant was taken aback: "Count Austin, what are you trying to do?"
Austin turned back with an expressionless face. For the first time, his eyes burned with something that had never been there before. He pointed his shining sword forward and shouted:
"Knights of Erouine!"
"One day, will you watch your comrades fight alone and die on the battlefield?"
The Knight was slightly stunned. They looked at their commander and subconsciously took a deep breath.
"No, we won't."
"Because the Lion's flag flies high," Austin shouted: "The belief of the past has never faded," he turned to look at the Knight: "Follow me, you are the sharp swords of Erouine!"
Austin turned back and charged into the battlefield. The Knight shouted "Swear on the sword!" and the green Knight charged into the Winter Wolves. They were Erouine's Knights.
Dolant was stunned. He looked at the scene in a daze and did not even say a word to stop them.
He was not the only one who was taken aback, even Brendel was taken aback. But when he looked at these people, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat. This was Erouine's belief. Even if it was deeply corrupted, it still shone with a light that people yearned for in the darkness.
This was the meaning of so many people fighting for it.
This was also the reason why countless players loved this land.
Many people wrote such words on the forum: We are not strong, but we love it.
At this moment, Brando suddenly remembered the meaning of the name of this country. In the glorious past, Aike named this land Erouine in order to wish for miracles.
If he didn't believe in miracles, then Erouine wouldn't have any reason to exist.
He suddenly felt that he couldn't say a word. He simply raised the Halran Gaia in his hand.
"Ropar, bring up the rear."
The Fireclaw Lizardman Lord withdrew his gaze from the Humans and Centaurs. He then bowed deeply to Brando and spoke for the first time in days.
"The true essence of war lies in honoring a warrior's honor. As for what we fight for, that is of great significance to our Fireclaw Clan." The Fireclaw Lizardman Lord lowered his head and said: "But no matter what, pursuing one's faith is an incomparably glorious thing."
It raised its head. "So thank you, Master, for giving us such an opportunity to fight side by side with such a group of people. The Fireclaw Clan will not disappoint you. "
Ropar waved his hand and the Fireclaw Lizardmen entered the battlefield.
Brando turned around.
"Let's continue forward," he said softly to Quinn. After passing through the last wolf pack, they had passed through the first layer of the Loop of Trade Winds. Next was the Storm Circle.
The Tree Elf leader didn't say a word from beginning to end. He only nodded silently.
The group continued forward. After passing through the last line of defense of the Winter Wolves, the wolves in front of them finally became sparse. In the remaining time, after experiencing several small-scale battles, the remaining people finally crossed the Wolf's Pass.
The Wolf Pass was the desperate situation of the Calamity of Wolves. After passing through the pass formed by the two towering peaks of the Kalanga Mountains, they entered the inner region of the Loop of Trade Winds.
This was the so-called Storm Circle.
Only after passing through the Wall of Storms would they be considered to have entered the core region of the Loop of Trade Winds. The Storm Circle would not produce the Calamity of Wolves, but there were more powerful monsters lurking within.
This was no longer a suitable place for a large group to advance. In other words, the Centaurs and Druids had completed their mission at this point.
However, the group that started with hundreds of people was now left with only one or two hundred people. Even the youths under his command had lost more than a third, and this was the result under the protection of Kodan and Scarlet.
Among the six youths, one of them had died, while the other was heavily injured. This was their first battle, and the result was cruel.
Not to mention that many of them had also lost their lives for this.
Count Audine, Wade, the Erouine Knight and the Centaurs. At this time, Brando could not help but look back at the mountain stream that they had passed through.
In that direction, a pale green pillar of light flashed in the dark sky and finally disappeared.
Everything returned to darkness.
Seeing this scene, Brando did not say anything, but he felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
Although he knew that many people would lose their lives in the face of the Calamity of Wolves, when it really happened, Brando found that he was not prepared.
He thought that after going through so much, his heart would have long been made of stone.
He turned his head and saw Amandina's bright eyes looking at him. Brando was slightly stunned. He did not know what this amandina was thinking. Was she disappointed?
In his eyes, Amandina's requirements for him were quite strict, or perhaps it should be said that she had high expectations. This noble girl always seemed to want to see a more perfect side of him.
A perfect lord?
But Brando believed that he would never be able to achieve this. He was himself, and besides the greed in his heart, he could be considered as an ordinary person.
Compared to those monstrous geniuses who had every step under their control, perhaps he looked more like a guy with good luck.
Even in the past, he wasn't the best player, nor was he the strongest warrior, was he?
Brando blinked and sighed.
But the noble girl seemed to be keenly aware of his thoughts. She looked at him and said softly: "I think, in fact, there are some things that do not have a correct answer, my lord."
"Hmm?" Brando was slightly stunned. He looked at Amandina. This did not sound like something this noble girl would say.
"I used to be strict with myself," Amandina only smiled at Brando, her lord: "But I think, if you do not feel regret for something all the time, then it would be scary."
"Because no matter what, people can't be detached from their own feelings. I think this is the nature of humans," she smiled: "But it is because of this or that dissatisfaction with ourselves that we can surpass ourselves … …"
"That's why I feel more at ease when I'm with such a real lord."
"You … …" Brando blushed: "You know what I think?"
Amandina put her hands behind her back and nodded lightly: "In the end, my lord and I are the same kind of people."
Brando coughed and turned around. He saw Quinn nodding at him not far away.
"Lord Brando," the Tree Elf leader said: "Life is precious, so this kind of sacrifice is worthy of respect."
Brando raised his head and looked at the flashing pillars of light in the forest. He suddenly said: "There are so many people here who hold the flame of civilization in their hands. But how many people are there who are truly fighting for justice? "
He looked at Quinn and said, "In the end, I only allied with you to borrow your strength."
"There is no such thing as a person with a pure heart, Lord Brando," Quinn replied as he looked around vigilantly: "Can I ask you a question?"
"What is it?"
"Lord Brando, if you achieve your goal, and you only need to pay a small price to make the outcome better, such as saving the Green Tower, will you do it?"
"Why not?" Brando asked.
Quinn turned around and smiled. He then spoke in the ethereal language of the Elves: "So, do you still not understand, Lord Brando? Kindness in your heart doesn't need to be said, but it is already the most precious thing in the world. "
"That's why I said it before. If you are Lord Brando, I think you can become an ally of the people of the forest."
Brando was slightly startled. He took a deep breath and nodded.
"But," Scarlet who had been silent all this while suddenly asked: "Most people would think this way. If it's effortless … …"
Quinn turned around and looked at her. He paused for a moment before speaking: "If it's not the wish of most people, how can there be a civilized world?"
"What … … do you mean?" Scarlet was puzzled.
"… … If there's no such thing as kindness, we won't speak. Without words, we won't need to communicate," Quinn replied. He looked up as if he suddenly thought of Wyld. They had fought side by side for many years. Even though they often joked about who would die first, he didn't expect this day to come so suddenly.
The Tree Elf took a deep breath: "Without spiritual communication, what's the difference between humans and beasts?"
Scarlet was stunned.
Everyone else fell silent.
Suddenly, a clear voice came from the nearby forest: "The difference between humans and beasts is that they are afraid of fire, but we yearn for light."
"The fire of civilization burns brightly in the wilderness. It illuminates not only the Chaos, but also the human heart."
"But for thousands of years, the descendants of the Flame King seemed to have forgotten this."
Following this voice, a man carrying a two-handed greatsword that was taller than a man slowly walked out from the forest. He stopped in front of Brando and looked up at them.
The man raised his head and looked at everyone. That pair of strange gray eyes seemed to be dim, but it made everyone's heart skip a beat. They felt as if they were being locked on by the other party's aura at the same time.
Who is this guy?
Kodan, Scarlet, and Quinn raised their weapons. A strong man suddenly appeared in the wilderness and blocked their path. No matter how they looked at it, it was more like an enemy than a friend.
But Brando was the only one who didn't move.
Because he was looking at this guy with a face full of disbelief.
The Ash Sword Saint, Mephisto.
… …
(Author's Note: Chapter 2, Ash Sword Saint! If you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters, support the author, support the original reading!)
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