"Grandmaster Tulman, are you asking this because you want to help Erouine?" Brendel could not help but raise his eyebrows as he looked at the scholar who could be ranked in the top three in The Amber Sword.
"Very clever, but that's not the answer I want."
Brando paused.
"I don't know, but I can only try." Brando shook his head: "Do you have any suggestions, grandmaster?"
"I have a better suggestion," Tulman looked at Brando: "Rather than placing our hopes in uncertain possibilities, why don't we choose a safer method? Don't you think so, young man? We don't have the right to put anyone in danger to gamble on a one-in-a-million chance.
I'll bet on gold, but you're betting on a person's life. "
"Brother Brando won't do that!" Sifrid felt like she was about to explode from anger.
"Hmph, using bewitching words to sway people's hearts. That's just how you mysterious fellows do it!"
Even Vahina, who was on the other side of the light, could not help but snort. Of course, she did not know who Tulman was. If she knew that Tulman was on equal footing with William in the Argent Society, she would not have dared to reprimand Tulman even if she was given a thousand guts.
In fact, even Vahina herself found it strange. She clearly wanted to stab Brando with her sword, but when she heard the old man's sinister words, she could not help but stand up and mock him. It was as if she subconsciously thought that she was on the same side as Brando.
It was as if she was standing on the same side as him.
But after she said that, she snorted softly, as if to say, 'I just don't like that old man.'
"Eh, I didn't expect you to speak up for me." Brendel teased her as if he was trying to make things difficult for her. Vahina's face turned red all the way to her neck. She wanted nothing more than to jump over and strangle Brando, but before she could do that, she reflexively retorted.
He retorted, "You, you, what nonsense are you spouting? It's not like that!"
Brando smiled but did not say anything. He turned around and looked at Tulman. Among so many people, he was the only one who truly understood the intention of the great scholar. He was indeed as calm and wise as he remembered, but he did not expect him to have such an idea. But it was understandable. Brando even thought it might be a mistake.
There was a setting similar to insurance in the storyline. Even if the players failed the quest, the Withered Tree Council and the entire southern region of Erouine could be preserved temporarily.
Is this the so-called inertia of history?
However, Brando smiled. "What I want to save is lives, so I'm betting with lives. I'm putting myself in the most dangerous situation as the price. This is very fair."
"You're brave, but you can't expect everyone to be as brave as you."
"But I can ask for the treatment of the brave —"
Brando raised his head and answered without avoiding Tulman's gaze.
Tulman paused for a moment, then smiled. The hall was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. The young human lord's words were very clear, as if they were powerful and resonating. Those words could not help but feel ashamed. Only the great elder looked at Brando and nodded. The great scholar.
Looking at his old friend William, the two of them exchanged a tacit glance.
'Interesting.'
"Alright, young man. You've convinced me. I'll give you some time." Tulman turned around and looked at all the druids in the hall. "What about all of you? Now, this little fellow has sent you an invitation. He said that only the brave can join this game. Now, you can tell me.
Tell me, what is your choice? "
The old man's voice echoed in the hall.
Most of them answered the question with their eyes. Brando's ever-present confidence infected everyone. Even Vahina could not help but be startled. She looked at Brando's side profile and could not help but fall into a daze. This Erouine country bumpkin does not seem to be so incompetent.
At the very least, he looks very … … handsome?
In the Withering Tree Council, the great elder patted Sifrid's shoulder and everyone opened up a path for her. The druids standing beside the magic circle began to cast the spell. The light from the circle became more and more dazzling, and it was at this time that Tulman looked at William on the other side of the light.
He suddenly spoke in his mind.
[Valhalla, it seems like you've discovered something incredible, old friend.] He did not open his mouth, but the conversation between the two was completed on the mental level.
"It's not me. I'm just a bystander." William replied.
"But if we ignite the Ancient Fire Seed, the Green Tower will indeed be preserved." Tulman said.
"You're wrong. Erouine will obtain another territory because of this."
"You're saying that I should agree to this plan?"
"Didn't you already agree to it?"
"Not entirely. You know, I hate that possibility."
"There's another reason," William smiled: "The Nine-headed Phoenix once said that a man's wealth is his own ruin."
"Indeed. But why did you signal me to agree?" Tulman asked.
"Hmph. Did you see those druids? I can even hear them asking, 'The druids have never betrayed their oath. What about you, citizens of the Silver Empire?' "
Tulman smiled faintly at William's ridicule: "That's why I agreed. No matter what, we're on the same side of Order. The humans are willing to fall, but the citizens of the Silver Empire cannot follow suit. The Demon Wave this time is already making me feel uneasy. I'm even starting to suspect the Dark Dragon.
I'm afraid that the prophecy is not empty threats. "
"Humans are willing to fall? I'm afraid that's not entirely the case. "William looked at Brendel and smiled." But it's also nonsense to believe that the Dark Dragon will be resurrected. You and I should know best what kind of existence the Dark Dragon is. "
Tulman shook his head and did not refute William's words. But it seemed that he did not fully agree with William's words.
At this time, Sifrid had already walked into the magic circle. After a dazzling white light, the runestone in the center of the magic circle suddenly exploded, and the druids around it fell to the ground. But this was the normal reaction of a magic circle. The runestone could not withstand the huge energy fluctuation caused by the teleportation and shattered.
It was one of the main characteristics of magic formations that allowed the caster to bear the effects of the spell's backlash.
Because of the huge magic reaction, the lights in the hall dimmed for a moment. Before anyone realized that the magic circle had succeeded, Andrew suddenly shouted: "Alright. Hurry up and reinforce the city hall's defensive line. Don't let the Descendants of Fenrir break in so easily."
The druids who were dizzy from the explosion were startled for a moment, but they quickly reacted. The hall immediately became noisy as people ran around. The council was in a mess, and they could not help but frown. But no matter what, the morale that was previously low due to pessimism and despair was now gone.
It was as if everyone's courage had been ignited, and they longed for courage and glory.
The Great Elder looked at this scene and could not help but hit the wooden staff in his hand with his finger. He let out a soft sigh.
"Unbelievable. Not only do the druids believe in a human from the outside world, but they are also inspired by a human." Tulman came to the Great Elder's side and said with a sigh.
"A firm heart is universal. When people see that the strongest person has not fallen, they will also become strong."
"But it's a pity."
The Great Elder was slightly startled and turned his head.
"It seems that wisdom cannot be transmitted. Otherwise, that little guy would at least become smarter after seeing me. At least ask me to teleport that little girl over and not waste your limited strength. "Tulman looked at the druids who had collapsed in the hall and said in a mocking tone.
It could be seen that the high-grade druids had exhausted their mana.
The Great Elder's expression suddenly became interesting.
On the other side, Brendel caught Sifrid as she fell from the Magic Formation and sneezed loudly. He did not expect a great scholar to speak ill of him behind his back, and thought that it was either Ciel or Romain who had secretly pinned him with a scarecrow. Of course, it was one of the two.
The latter was more suspicious.
He rubbed his nose and put Sifrid down. The little girl raised her head and stared at him with a face full of admiration.
"You intend to let this little girl open the Gate of Valhalla?"
William looked at Sifrid and suddenly realized something: "So that's how it is. The Daughter of the Forest?"
Brando nodded.
"So the rumors are true. The Fire Seed of Valhalla is in the hands of the Daughter of the Forest, waiting for the day she awakens from her slumber. "Today, the prophecy has come true. No wonder Tuman suddenly said those words to me." William nodded in realization. "But you know how to open the door."
Do you know the method? "
Brando shook his head. Of course he did not. The guide did not mention this part at all. He thought that he could enter Valhalla with Sifrid, but he did not expect there to be another gate here.
"I'm going to give it a try. It shouldn't be too difficult." Brando replied as he thought of the Player in history.
The Great Wizard raised an eyebrow: "I see. But I advise you to hurry up."
"Hmm?"
The old man turned his head and looked at the other side of the valley: "That woman seems to have escaped from her troubles. I think it's your turn next —"
Brendel's expression changed, but he quickly replied: "I seem to remember that there's an agreement between us, Lord Wizard."
William nodded with a faint smile.
"Not only that, I can also give you an additional service."
"What do you mean?" Brando was startled.
"That is to tell you that there's more than one person here."
"More than one person? What does that mean? There's someone else here? "Brando held Sifrid with one hand and was truly stunned this time.
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