"Hmm?" When he walked out of the Loop of Trade Winds, he paused for a moment. "What's wrong?" Veronica turned around and asked.
"It's nothing." Brando shook his head. The moment he walked out of the wind wall, he felt a connection with his summoned creature. Metisha and The Shire immediately reported to him what was happening in his territory. In less than a day, Count Randner had already made his move. The harsh winter in Erouine was not yet over, and it was much earlier than Brando had expected.
He asked Metisha to praise the little Roman in their telepathic communication, but he was not too surprised by the news. The entire Abies had been preparing for this war for months, and they were waiting for this day. Besides, it would be too fake if they could not survive the first few weeks of the war. He then gave a few more instructions to Ciel and asked the young mage to continue supervising the druids in his territory to reinforce the defensive line along the river. He also asked Ciel to keep him updated on the situation once the battle started.
Brando suddenly realized that the Planeswalker's telepathic communication ability was really overpowered. It could even give him the ability to command the battlefield from afar. Although there were other magical items that could achieve the same effect, in a low-intensity war like the one in Erouine, neither side could afford to pay such a price.
But then he immediately sensed a weak telepathic call that should not exist. "Mephistopheles?" Brando stared in disbelief at the 'cute girl' who appeared in front of him. She was covered in blood, and her black dress was torn to shreds. Even her shoulders were exposed. Mephistopheles was lying in a pile of rubble, seemingly unconscious. 'She' seemed to have climbed up from the bottom of the canyon. Perhaps she thought that Brando was still at the top, but she lost consciousness due to exhaustion.
Mephistopheles seemed to have sensed Brando's call. Perhaps it was because of the special connection between a Planeswalker and a Planeswalker, but in the next moment, she suddenly blinked and woke up.
The 'young girl's' gentle face revealed a dreamy expression. Although her fair face was covered in blood, she still glowed with radiance. "Master, you've finally found me. I've been looking for you for a long time."
Brando finally understood that the Mephistopheles did not enter the graveyard after Andesha knocked them out of the canyon. They had lost contact with each other when they entered the fog below. It was not strange when he thought about it. Mephistopheles had been strengthened many times at that time, and their strength was close to Veronica's. How could they die so easily? Perhaps it was because the cards had been reset every day, and their strength had returned to normal. That was why they fainted halfway through the climb. Brando could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the vampire was still around. Mephistopheles were Gold-tier creatures, and they could reach Elemental Strength through sacrifice. With her around, it was equivalent to having a powerful ally.
However, Brando still could not treat his summons as cards. He could not help but ask guiltily when he saw the 'girl' in such a state. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Mephistopheles shook her head, but her face was a little red. "I'm just a little hungry, Master."
Under Scarlett's blushing face and Vahina's strange gaze, two sweet teeth marks appeared on Brando's neck.
"Wait, didn't you say you can't bite my neck?!" No matter how much Mephistopheles looked like a woman, Brando could not accept being bitten by a man on the neck. But he did not expect the Mephistopheles to be so fast. Even he could not react in time. Vampires were known for their speed. Back then, Andesha's strength was two ranks higher than Brendel's, and Brando's current strength was only at the upper middle of Gold-tier.
Mephistopheles revealed two cute little fangs and answered shyly with a blushing face: "Because Mephistopheles is heavily injured, so I need Master's blood. And Master's blood is delicious …"
Brando could only look at the heavens speechlessly. Moreover, Mephistopheles was indeed injured because of him. Therefore, he could only strictly order this transvestite vampire not to approach his neck unless he had permission to do so.
The small interlude soon calmed down. No matter what, Brando was willing to see his side become stronger in order to deal with the challenges from the north. A day later, the group finally left the canyon and returned to the Pass of Wolves.
The terrifying scene from before was no longer visible in the Pass of Wolves. After the Flame Seed was ignited, order was slowly being restored outside the Loop of Trade Winds. At this moment, the Dark Forest welcomed its first morning after many days. The forest was quiet, and there were still sparkling dewdrops hanging from the leaves. But everything seemed peaceful.
Regardless of whether it was the Cruz, Erouine, or the remaining Tree Elves and Centaurs, all of them came out from under the White Stone. Brando, Veronica, and the others had not returned for a few days. Their return caused quite a commotion in the temporary camp.
The first person Brando saw was Amandina running over in a hurry, followed by Felaern and her younger sister. Tia had been revived during the reset, but the others did not know about it. They only thought that she had lost her way and found her way back.
"My lord!" Amandina was wearing a leather robe. She stood in front of Brando and exhaled a white breath. No matter how calm she appeared on the surface, she could not hide the relief and joy in her eyes.
"I'm back." Brando did not miss Amandina's tired expression, but to this girl he trusted the most, his answer was only a slight nod.
That was enough. He and Amandina were actually very similar people. Their minds were clear, and they could understand each other's thoughts. As the best of partners, they did not need to speak much to understand each other's thoughts. This was the unreserved trust between them.
Even if the Emperor of the Cruz Empire valued her talent and personally came to hire her, she would not be willing to leave this place. She believed that other than Brando, no one else could give her this kind of trust and understanding. Amandina began to believe that this kind of trust was beyond the hazy love between a man and a woman. It was purely a kind of mutual need and dependence on each other.
Brando did not ask any more questions. He raised his head and looked at the White Stone. The arrogant second son of Lord Macsen, Carglise, smiled and bowed his head in greeting. It was almost like the etiquette of a retainer. This young man, who was supposed to stand on the side of the nobles, had chosen to fight for another cause. In the past few months of battles, including the performance during the Wolf Tide, he had won the basic trust of Brando.
With this foundation of trust, he had everything.
Behind Carglise were the youths from Erouine. They were still immature, and there were even some nobles among them. After the Calamity of Wolves, these youths seemed to have found their own direction in the turbulent turbulence of history. They were reborn, and their expressions showed maturity and determination.
"My lord!" When the youths saw Brando and the others walking out of the forest, they quieted down. The story of the past few days was like a legend that they had personally experienced. Brando alone entered the Loop of Trade Winds and ignited the Flame Seed at the most critical moment. They saw with their own eyes the moment the Calamity of Wolves was completely eliminated. Such a magnificent scene made everyone feel as if they could hear the loud bang of history and the future.
Just a day ago, the Druids of the Green Tower had also sent people to express their gratitude. After the Druids, the mercenaries and the survivors of other forces, apart from the envoys of other countries, more or less came to express their gratitude. Not to the Kirrlutz people, but to the Green Tower. This confirmed the guesses of the youths. On that night, when the pillars of light that represented Order disappeared in the violent storm, only one person lit up the lighthouse of this world!
This time, Erouine was the main character. Even the Cruz Empire had to step aside.
Of course, Brando didn't know that his actions had won him many potential friends. The survivors of the Calamity of Wolves were more or less indebted to him. One couldn't imagine the gratitude one would feel when a stranger saved one's life in a desperate situation.
When the Calamity of Wolves was at its most violent, everyone thought that the darkness had completely suppressed the light. Even the last trace of Order had disappeared. The Green Tower's light was about to be extinguished. But when a ray of light flashed from the bottom of their eyes and completely dispelled the darkness, everyone had the same question in their hearts. What was that?
But when they learned of Brendel's plan from the Druids, the shock in their hearts was indescribable. Of course, this sudden shock and gratitude might only be temporary. But in any case, when Brando interacted with these people in the future, this moment of gratitude would earn him a lot of points.
This was a huge gain for him.
But Brando didn't know this at the moment. He only felt that these youths were unbelievably quiet when they saw him. He had a high prestige among these youths before, but that was the prestige of a lord. But at this moment, they looked at him as if he was their king.
If one day they became Knights, they would answer to Brando's call and fight for a heroic king. This was the dream of countless young Knights. After the Four Sages, there was only one such king in the past, and that was Erouine's predecessor, King Erik. But he had passed away, and Wohnde had been calling for heroes for a hundred years.
Looking at these youths, Brando was satisfied. The embryonic form of the White Lion Legion had appeared. He took a step forward and placed his right hand on the hilt of Halran Gaia.
"The Calamity of Wolves is over, but your true enemy is right before your eyes. Now, follow me and prepare to return to the Green Tower. Long live Erouine."
"Long live Erouine!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
(PS: I'm sorry, but I forgot to delete the draft when I was writing. I only discovered it after a book friend reminded me. But there are still more than 3200 words left. But Qidian can only edit more, not less. Damn it, it's really troublesome. Let's take up more words at the end.
I'll post the attributes of 'Heaven's Chosen' here. The readers in the group have been asking about it.
'Heaven's Chosen' is a Halo type talent. The first attribute is to increase the morale and defense of the troops under your command (You must be a direct subordinate). There is no limit to the number of races under your command, and your territory's honour will increase faster. Territory's honour is a special resource of the Lord System. It can be used to increase the power of items like the Core Crystal.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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