The hills to the north of Ampere Seale were connected to the relatively flat terrain around the bay. Large pine forests were scattered on the rolling hillsides, and the woodlands were densely covered with shrubs. The edge of the woodlands was downwards, and the view was extremely open on the gentle slope. But today, looking at the direction of the huge gray port, the land was scorched black, as if it had been burned once. Three huge portals stood on the scorched earth, like three huge golden rings of fire.
Peering through the portals, one could see a world of flowing lava. It was the Sulfur River under Jorgendy Ridge, and legend said that it was connected to the Scorched Hell of the Fire Elemental Plane.
Countless demons crowded around the portals, including the most numerous red-skinned imps and the more terrifying long-horned demons. These low-level demons with low status and intelligence fought with each other by the portals, tearing apart human limbs. It was disgusting.
Then Brando saw hundreds of hellhounds resting on one side of the hill, led by a few three-headed hellhound leaders. In addition, there were a few red-skinned demon warlocks by the portals, who looked almost like humans except for the long horns on their heads. These higher-level demons, who were more cunning than the average person, were watching the low-level demons fight with interest.
Such a battle would often turn into a bloody battle, and one side would even cruelly kill the other. But this wasn't strange among demons. Instead, it was a common sight.
They were originally a bunch of chaotic and twisted magical creatures.
Brando wore the cloak handed to him by the princess and hid in the bushes to calmly observe all this. Only he could see all this clearly without the help of the brass binoculars. The port of Ampere Seale had become a hell.
He sighed quietly, and did not have the heart to pray for the souls of the dead. Although those who died in the hands of the demons also had relatives, friends, and even lovers, to be honest, if one did not personally experience it, one would be more or less indifferent to the disaster of others. This was not human nature, but the instinct of living creatures to protect themselves. To be honest, Brando himself was not so sympathetic, but he was only here to try to save as much as possible what he cared about.
He had told himself that history had brought him back here, and his goal was to save this ancient kingdom and prevent the tragedy from repeating. If he gave up on this goal, Brando was afraid that he would be completely swallowed by this huge world.
All his confidence came from the half Fairy Princess beside him, who was looking sadly in the direction of the port of Ampere Seale with her silver eyes. "What have we done wrong?" Gryphine could not help but mutter to herself.
Brando couldn't understand her confusion, because this kingdom didn't have the meaning of history to him, only the meaning of the future. Just like how the princess was willing to put herself in danger to protect the Anderla Cathedral, he was willing to tear down the entire Cathedral just to ensure her safety.
But he could completely understand it. To him, there was no right or wrong between him and the princess. It was just that their views were completely different.
"Erouine's people didn't do anything wrong, but Cruz's people did. Little princess, the justice represented by Lady Martha is just your wishful thinking, "Babasha said with a smile," The Supreme One of All Things will not give the corresponding punishment because someone has done evil, but only because of the cause, and this is justice. "
For anyone who lived under the rule of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, this was simply heresy.
But Her Royal Highness' lips moved slightly, but she didn't refute it. Her heart was soft as water, but as hard as iron. Her hatred for Cruz's people had long made her suspicious of the teachings of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. But she knew that she couldn't believe the word.
Brendel actually agreed with Babasha's statement. Martha represented absolute order, the Holy Cathedral of Fire understood it as narrow fairness, the Holy Cathedral of Light understood it as serious self-discipline, the Wind Elves thought it should be no change and reverence for the law, and the people of Eleranta believed that following nature was the way of all things.
But in fact, Martha herself was related to everyone, and also had nothing to do with them. The witches believed in this point best, and they never worshipped Martha as a real god, but only with respect.
But he felt quite disdainful that Babasha was here to take the opportunity to strike at the princess's self-confidence. The witches themselves were also in trouble, and who in this world could really break free from their own fate? Babasha was just taking advantage of her seniority. "Babasha, put the crystal ball on." He reminded her lightly, "If you have anything to say, you can say it after you survive."
The old witch smiled embarrassedly. She naturally knew that her thoughts had been seen through by the Dark Dragon. But this was not unexpected. She took out a crystal ball from under her robe, although this action really made Brando wonder where she had hidden it before. Then she put the crystal ball on the ground.
The crystal ball soon lit up.
Wood's unpleasant old face appeared on it. Brando really didn't have a good impression of this archbishop who played him.
"Mr. Brando, Your Royal Highness, how far have you progressed?" The archbishop of the Holy Cathedral of Fire didn't seem to be in the mood to ask questions at this moment, so he went straight to the point.
This question made Brando feel very ambiguous, especially when this old guy asked in front of him and the princess. What did he want?
But the flashes of the explosion on the crystal ball illuminated Wood's wrinkled face from time to time, especially at this time, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have deepened. Although this spell had blocked the noise outside, it was not difficult for Brando to imagine that the battle over there must be very fierce. He couldn't help but worry about Freya, Carglise, and the others. And when he thought of Freya, he thought of the merchant lady who had not been heard from so far, and his joking mood faded.
"We have arrived." Brando replied concisely, "From our position, we are no more than two kilometers away from the portal. But there are many demons over there. I will put down the anchor point next, and you will find a way to teleport the people I need. "
At this point, he suddenly remembered and asked, "I may need a few Knight of the Holy Cathedral. How is the situation over there? Can you transfer them?"
"Fortunately, as long as you don't teleport the entire First Fleet over." Wood smiled bitterly, "We can probably hold on for a while."
When he said this, Brando knew that the battle over there must be very difficult. With the pride of the Cruz people, they would never say that they were so reliant on Erouine's fleet. It was conceivable that the battle on the other side had reached the point of exhaustion.
Brando knew that Wood didn't want to put any more pressure on him, but he still felt a heavy feeling out of thin air — there was not much time left.
"Then, do you need those people, Mr. Brendel?" Wood asked in a serious tone.
"I need people who are not afraid of death, Lord Archbishop —"
… …
Garlock the Wanderer stood on the side of HMS Victory and watched the battle on the ground without saying a word. In the rain, the Wyvern Knight, the Pegasus Knight of the Cruz people, and the Harpies were in a melee. The flames of the explosions almost lit up half the sky, and the old wizard was in the center of this battlefield. Every time the light of magic flashed in his hand, it was as if an invisible ripple swept across most of the battlefield, and countless Harpies were smashed to pieces.
But soon, someone called him from behind. "Mr. Garlock, is it?"
Garlock turned back alertly. As the chief wizard of Duke Seifer, the disappearance of the Duke had made him smell danger. He took the initiative to participate in the battle to avoid being involved in that huge whirlpool.
"Yes." He nodded.
"Can you come with me?" It was a beautiful female officer who asked. Garlock had an amazing memory. He remembered seeing her once with Count Janilasu. And now the commander of the fleet should be with the Cruz people. What did they want him to do?
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
On different warships, the same scene was playing out over and over again. A fully armored Knight appeared beside the Blazing Swordsman Nicholas and asked respectfully, "Are you Master Nicholas?"
"Count Yanbao, is it? Please come with me. "
"Miss Amandina, your Lord wants to see you."
Soon, the seven candidates were already in the flagship command room of HMS Victory. Except for Amandina, The Shire, and Dilferi, the other four were Elemental Awakened powerhouses. Among them, Blazing Swordsman Nicholas and Garlock the Wanderer were masters of the Elemental Enlightenment.
Brando tried to choose Erouine people because except for clear-headed clergymen like Wood, it was difficult for the Cruz people to really put themselves in the shoes of the kingdom. In contrast, although Blazing Swordsman Nicholas and Garlock were enemies not long ago, they were more reliable.
What's more, Brando knew that they were not members of All for One. Even if it was to prove their innocence, they would do their best. Of course, it was inevitable that he had some dark plans. If he failed, the northern nobles would lose at least two of their strongest fighters. That way, Freya and the rest of Trentheim's forces in the south would have an easier time.
Of course, this was nothing but self-consolation.
"Brando, you want me?" After hearing Brando's request, Amandina could still remain calm. She actually knew that Brando might borrow her knowledge of alchemy and magic, but the Countess of Yanbao couldn't help but be stunned.
What are you saying? What do you mean by I want you? Brando couldn't help sweating, but he didn't expect the Countess to look so happy. "No, no, I, I don't want to refuse. But … but I want to ask, can I really help with something like this?"
"Of course, teleportation consumes magic power. Do you think this is the time to waste magic power?" Brando was a little speechless. "I let you come because you are better than the others and can play a role that others can't at this time."
Brando didn't say anything because everyone understood the danger of this mission. The people who went with him were likely to die, or even be wiped out. He was not stingy with his praise for people who could face life and death.
In fact, any praise would pale in comparison to their actions.
"So, are you willing?"
"Yes, I'm very willing. Lord Archbishop, Mr. Brando, thank you very much for choosing me! " The expression on Dilferi's face was not fake at all. In fact, Brando also knew that this young lady was too simple to fake anything.
But was it really worth being happy about? [Could it be that she's brainwashed by the spirit of chivalry just like Eke?] Brendel thought to himself, [Is this girl brainwashed by the spirit of chivalry?
But looking at the Countess's blushing face, he didn't want to continue undermining her self-confidence. He turned his gaze and saw Garlock talking to The Shire.
"You are The Shire of the Peloche family?" Garlock didn't seem to be worried about what would happen next. Instead, he asked calmly.
"Yes," The Shire replied in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
"The genius of the Highlands, I've heard of you. Unfortunately, you are a Highland Wizard. Otherwise, I would have made you my apprentice. Unfortunately, Erouine people can't choose their own fate, "Garlock said softly.
"It's all in the past, and I'm no longer The Shire. I'm dead, but I have a new life. " "Besides, the people of Aouine are not necessarily unable to choose their own destiny." Ciel replied with a smile.
"Is that so? I heard that in the end, you really did return to the mountains of Alkash. What did you see there? What did the Marshal see in the end? "
The Shire smiled but didn't answer. "That's not important, is it?"
"Yes." Garlock seemed to have thought of something. He was slightly startled, but then slowly nodded. Hearing their conversation, Wood frowned slightly. He turned to Brando and said, "I've found the people you need.
"Brando, I've found all the people you want, except for Mr. Nigel. Unfortunately, he has died in battle," Wood replied.
Is that so? Brando was slightly startled. He didn't expect that the famous Unshakable Sword in history would die here. History said that the old general would only fall in the Second War of the Black Roses.
At this moment, he deeply felt the change in history. He looked at the remaining two Sanctum Knight and was about to nod, but it was at this moment that a voice came from the other side of the crystal.
"Since the Unshakable Sword is dead, as a soldier of the same era as him, shall I take over his task?"
It was a loud, old voice, and then a tall figure pushed open the door and entered. "Archbishop, what do you think?"
Wood raised his head and looked at the former commander of the White Lion Legion in surprise. But the old man had taken off the White Lion Legion's armor and was wearing the most ordinary military uniform.
"Commander Leider?"
"As I said, I'm no longer the commander of the legion, Archbishop."
… (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.)
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