The situation of the Druids surprised Brendel quite a bit. There were more than a thousand survivors in the Green Tower, and the number of Druid apprentices and Tree Elves that came to the Loop of Trade Winds was more than a quarter of the total population of the Loop of Trade Winds. This was a lot better than the Calamity of Wolves that happened in history, where most of the Druids were killed. Brando had thought that the druids would have to pay a heavy price for rewinding history by himself, but it seemed that he had done a better job than expected. The thousands of players in history might not have been of much use, but the two Great Adepts of the Silver Alliance, William and Tulman, had been the stabilizing force of the situation.
The druids welcomed them back from the Loop of Trade Winds with the highest ceremony. Even though there were many things that needed to be done in the city, hundreds of high-grade druids still drew out their precious mana from the Pool of Nature to lay down a path of flowers for Brando from the Wall of Roses. The day they arrived at the Green Tower, the entire city had turned out in full force.
The young nobles were excited because Brando had joked that there might be elven beauties who would give them a kiss. Of course, the scene they had imagined did not happen. The elven girls were still reserved and cautious. They hid in the forest and looked at the heroes of other races with curiosity.
There were no kisses, but at least everyone received a wreath from the elven girls. Brando even received two, but he did not have time to see the faces of the two elven girls who gave him the wreaths.
The one who led the druid elders to welcome them was Quinn. The leader of the Tree Elves walked up to Brendel and opened his arms to hug the youth. He gently patted the youth's shoulders. This was the highest form of respect a hunter could give to a comrade. It was obvious that the leader of the Tree Elves had acknowledged the honor of fighting alongside Brendel. To the Elves, this was a friendship of life and death.
Quinn took a step back and spoke in the language of the Tree Elves, "A 'aton messtalar." (The forest is evergreen with you, my friend.)
"Atarosdar, X 'dormun." (The forest is evergreen, and the bowstring is humming.) Brendel replied calmly in the Tree Elven language.
A trace of surprise flashed across Quinn's face. The Tree Elves' language, which was developed from the Wood Tribe's language, was completely different from the Wind Elves' language. He didn't expect Brando to understand the meaning of his words, but he didn't expect that not only did he understand, but his reply was also completely in line with the Tree Elves' etiquette.
The Druid elders behind Quinn were also surprised. It was unthinkable for a human to know so much about their habits and habits. Of course, they didn't know that Brando was different from ordinary people. He had lived in many places and understood many cultures and customs that ordinary people didn't know.
At this moment, Quinn revealed a kind smile and said, "You didn't disappoint us and we won't go against our oath. You are now the lord of this land." He raised both his hands and revealed a white acorn in his palms.
Brando was shocked when he saw the white acorn. "This is the fruit of the White Sacred Oak? You're giving this to me …? "
In the Tree Elves' traditions, they worshipped the White Sacred Oak, which was the guardian of all souls in the forest. There was a White Sacred Oak in the Green Tower where the Fire Seed was stored. It was the spiritual home of all Elves and Druids. Quinn gave him the fruit of the White Sacred Oak, which meant that he regarded him as his lord. Generally speaking, only the Grand Druid Elder had the right to hold the fruit of the White Sacred Oak.
"You should be familiar with our traditions, right, Brando?" Quinn held the fruit with both hands and said to Brando.
Brando nodded and looked at the smiling Quinn and the Druids behind him in surprise. Could it be that they were bowing down to him because he had saved this place? That was a little too ridiculous.
Quinn seemed to have seen through Brando's doubts and explained: "According to tradition, we and the Druids would follow our traditions and gradually move out of the civilized areas to guard the new Black Forest. However, My Lord, we've carefully considered your proposal. If you're willing to open up the Wilderness and follow the path of the ancient sages, we're willing to submit to you. "
"You're also thinking of recuperating, right?" Brando asked.
Quinn had a look of appreciation on his face. As Tree Elves, they rarely beat around the bush during negotiations. Brendel was clearly aware of their habits and was willing to do as the Romans did. Quinn nodded: "Yes, we and the Druids will need a few years to recuperate. During this time, we'll be able to witness you fulfill your promise."
"I'm afraid a few years won't be enough. But if you just want to see if I'm a man of my word, I don't mind." Brando nodded and secretly rejoiced. Things had gone much smoother than he had expected. He had told the Druids about his long-term plans so that he could keep the Tree Elves, Druids, and Centaurs. Of course, the Green Tower had suffered heavy losses. Although their population was better than before, most of them were elderly, children, and women. The Warriors had suffered heavy losses during the Calamity of Wolves. Even if they joined him, they wouldn't be able to provide much help in the upcoming war. At most, they would be a long-term investment.
However, Brando didn't make a decision immediately after receiving the Oak Fruit. He pondered for a moment before saying: "But I think it's best if we remain allies. This is my territory, but it's also your home. We have a common goal, so there's no need for formalities."
"Why?" Quinn didn't expect Brando to decline. He could see that this young man's goal was this land.
"I need a wholehearted ally, not a subordinate who feels restrained." Brando replied. He knew that the Tree Elves and Druids wouldn't be used to living like humans. Since that was the case, he might as well be generous. After all, the Druids and Tree Elves would definitely join his army to protect their homeland.
Quinn gave him a serious look and turned to look at the other Druid elders. Everyone had a satisfied look on their faces.
"You're the most unique human I've ever met. Brando, can we be friends?" Quinn asked.
Brendel nodded. Friends needed time to grow, and he understood what the Tree Elf meant.
"Then, my friend, may I invite you to our celebration?" Quinn asked with a smile.
However, Brando shook his head and said: "I'm afraid not. Quinn, I need your help."
"Help?"
"Yes. I'm going to leave this place and return to my territory. However, I need a batch of supplies, armor, and weapons. Also, I need a group of pegasi that can quickly send us out of the Dark Forest. "Brando replied.
As soon as he said this, the surroundings immediately quieted down.
Carglise and Kodan finally understood why Brando was in such a hurry to bring everyone back to the Green Tower. It seemed like something had happened in the territory.
Quinn pondered for a moment.
"Are you in trouble, human friend?"
"Yes. My territory is under threat. I need to solve this problem before I can return to fulfill my promise with you. "
"Is it a war?"
Brando nodded.
The tall Tree Elf leader had a look of understanding in his eyes. He straightened his body and turned around to face his people in the forest. "Did you hear that? Our human ally needs an army that can fight. He once went into a dangerous place alone and saved everyone here from the darkest of situations. Now, my fellow Tree Elves, are you the kind of people who cherish your own lives?"
Quinn's voice reverberated throughout the forest. Brando was stunned. He knew the current situation of the Druids and knew that it was impossible for them to continue participating in the war. However, what the Tree Elf leader was doing now was to gather an army.
"Quinn, you …"
"I want to fight by your side, human friend." Quinn smiled at him. "You're right. This is your territory and our home. Without bloodshed and battle, how can we protect this precious treasure?"
There was no passionate reply.
Instead, the Elves with longbows walked out of the forest one after another. Most of them were women because most of the adult males had perished in the Calamity of Wolves. Then came the Centaurs. Of course, the Centaurs would not back down in the pursuit of glory.
The Druids also responded to the call. They were a group of people who did not care about the outside world, but that did not mean that they were indifferent to the outside world. Just like what they had promised, the war to protect was meaningful to them.
Even so, the army that had gathered outside the forest only had a few hundred people. The Druids had suffered heavy losses in the Calamity of Wolves and this was something that could not be helped. However, to everyone's surprise, before the elves could stand still, another group of elves walked out of the forest. They were mercenaries and adventurers. These humans were wearing a variety of armor and looked like an army of beggars, but they all stood out.
After these people walked out, the forest became silent again.
Soon, a man was elected from the group.
"My Lord, thanks to your grace, we were able to survive this calamity. Now, I heard that you need an army." The bearded, sloppy man blinked his eyes, spread his hands, and asked lazily, "Then, if I may be so bold as to ask, do you need an army that is born for war and is willing to accept your employment?"
Brando suddenly felt a little speechless.
"What price can you offer?" He asked in a deep voice as if he was really negotiating a price.
"How about a gold coin?" The man asked.
Brando looked at him.
"Good, now you are my Knight. One gold coin, and I promise to bring you to witness my victory." He replied.
Without any unnecessary words, the mercenaries pulled out their swords and raised them high. A forest of swords. Then, the Elves nocked their longbows.
Brando suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. Humans and Elves stood together again after thousands of years. The sacred oath of the past seemed to be replayed at this moment. No one would forget today's oath of alliance. Everyone who witnessed this moment would remember it for the rest of their lives.
The young people behind him also pulled out their swords. This scene was too shocking. Even Kodan and Mephisto, who did not have a clear sense of belonging, could not help but lose their ability to speak.
This alliance did not seem strong, but in the end, it seemed to have a magical power that could change everything.
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
