"Our goal is very simple. There are a total of three portals. If even one is left behind, the mission will be a failure."
"The task of finding and analyzing the portal will be handed over to Miss Amandina. Everyone else's task, including me, is to cover her as she approaches the portal and protect her before she completes it."
"Do you have any other questions?"
Brando looked at everyone. They would be facing thousands of demons later, and no one expected to succeed except for him. Most of the people present only saw this operation as a noble act. On the one hand, there were less than forty people, and on the other hand, there was an uncountable demon army. Other than a miracle, they really could not imagine the possibility of victory.
Some of the Lantonilan Knight looked nervous, some frowned, and some seemed to be joking nonchalantly. The usually silent Garlock was demonstrating a spell model to The Shire. The Sword Master of Seifer, Nicholas, was wiping his longsword over and over again. Her Royal Highness was alone, staring at the dark Ampere Seale in the rain in a daze. No one knew what she was thinking. These actions seemed meaningless, but more or less revealed a sense of uneasiness.
When the final moment was so close, who would be able to face death with equanimity?
But even so, everyone nodded silently. They did not know that the young man still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. They only thought that it was a kind of Knight's persistence and determination. Knowing that he would fail but still launching a challenge, such persistence was still a little naive in the eyes of most nobles of this era. But it was also commendable, because no one could blaspheme the pursuit of ideals and honor.
Because of this, everyone only had admiration for Brando.
Brando could more or less feel the meaning of this, but he did not intend to explain this misunderstanding. "Well, we've wasted too much time. We only have five minutes to prepare. Then we'll set off immediately. Please hurry up, or leave a will. You and I should both understand that this time, we will definitely die. "
Everyone was silent.
Only The Shire smiled and said, "It's a pity. There should have been a chance for future generations to erect a monument for us to record the heroic deeds that happened here today. The monument would be inscribed 'The Great Lord of Tónigel and his entourage', but now it seems that there won't be such a chance. Whether or not anyone will remember us in the future is still a question. "
The young sorcerer described the situation vividly.
"Why can't you remember?" Dilferi asked curiously.
"It's very simple. Because a certain righteous Temple will definitely hide the truth, but can we stand up and refute it?" The Shire replied sinisterly, and then could not help but smile.
This joke was very interesting. The key point was that it was in line with the malicious speculations that people had about Cruz. Wasn't this the work of Cruz and the Holy Cathedral of Fire? Although everyone was now united to fight against the demons, there was not a trace of displeasure in their hearts, especially the Knight of Anthony, who laughed unscrupulously.
Brando couldn't help but smile. It seemed that The Shire's opinion of the Holy Cathedral of Fire was not small, but it had to be said that what he said was likely to happen in the future — if they really died here.
In fact, even the only Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in the crowd shook his head with a smile after hearing The Shire's words. As a high-ranking member of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, he naturally knew how the Holy Cathedral of Fire did things, but this was not unacceptable to him — he was loyal to his faith, not the way the Holy Cathedral of Fire did things.
Brando broke away from the crowd and walked to the edge of the forest. He glanced at the gentle slope in the north and couldn't help but sigh. Some things were easy to say, but difficult to do. The area between the hills in the north of Ampere Seale and the bay was a gently sloping meadow. Such terrain was really not suitable for a surprise attack. The vision of the imps was limited, but the hellhounds were the best scouts. He was afraid that they would be discovered as soon as they left the forest.
Once discovered, he couldn't help but feel a little desperate at the thought of the dense and increasing number of demons by the portal.
He couldn't help but think that it would be better to fight in the hills, but unfortunately, the demons were not stupid. What's more, they had no choice.
At this time, a rustling sound of footsteps came from behind. Brando didn't need to look back to know that it was the Countess of Yanbao. Only she would be so clumsy and make such a loud noise.
"Mr. Brando."
"You want to ask what you can do?" Brando replied without looking back.
"… You, you're definitely not popular with girls at all, Mr. Brendel," Dilferi stuttered for a moment before replying helplessly: "I just want to know what I can do, Mr. Brendel. Are you interested in my ability to summon demons?"
"Ha," Brando laughed dryly. "You guessed it?"
"There's no other possibility." Dilferi frowned. "But I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. Although I secretly learned the art of necromancy, I can only summon a very low-level demon."
Brando couldn't help but look at her. "Is that so? But I also have a question. Countess, are you not afraid at all? You know what it means to be here, don't you? "
He looked at his watch. There were still three minutes left. There was still a lot of time, so he asked the question that he had been curious about for a long time. He could more or less guess the reason why Leider, the head of the White Lion Legion, chose to join. That great man was a tragic character in history, and could be said to be a tragic hero. He was one of the few nobles who were completely different from Erouine, but he chose a path that was destined to be wrong.
To be honest, Brando did not agree with Leider's choice. As an individual, he might be admirable, but from the old man's position, he was too short-sighted. Because of his wrong judgment, the future of the kingdom was ruined. Such a mistake could not be ignored because of a righteous purpose.
But if Leider wanted to make up for his mistake, Brando was very curious about the actions of the Countess of Yanbao. Although she was his intended candidate, her reaction was too outstanding, as if the spirit of a Knight was overflowing.
This was not quite the same as Brando's impression of her.
Dilferi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded seriously. "I know I may die here, Mr. Brando."
Brando listened to her continue and said, "But I'm not the only heir of the Yanbao family. If I die here today, the Sword Protector's family will only be honored because of me, and wash away the shame brought about by the shattering of the Sword Throne. If I live, the family will not be reborn. If I die, I can't decide the fate of myself and the family. "
"So I think, maybe I can at least decide the value of my life," Dilferi looked at Brando seriously. "Besides, I'd rather die heroically and gloriously. Isn't it romantic to die beside a real Knight and shed my last drop of blood for this kingdom?"
She smiled slightly, with the gentleness of a noble lady.
Romantic my ass.
Brendel could not understand her inexplicable spirit of sacrifice, just like how he could not understand the nobles restricting a person's freedom for the sake of their family. He looked at the countess, and for the first time, he felt that there was an invisible gap between them.
"Is it worth it?"
"Yes." Dilferi nodded firmly.
Well, Brando shrugged and decided to change the topic. "But then again, is the shattering of the Sword Throne that serious for you?"
"Of course, Yanbao once swore an oath to protect the Sword Throne. The shattering of the Sword Throne means that the Lionheart Sword has to choose a new master, which is a huge blow to us. The family has to face the criticism and blame of those who covet it. "
"I see." Brando suddenly understood. In fact, he had already guessed it. If Yanbao had not been in trouble, they would not have let a little girl like Dilferi run around.
"But isn't the Lionheart Sword back in the hands of the princess?"
"Mr. Brando, back then, we swore an oath to the Seifer royal family. Later, the Lionheart Sword went missing. Fortunately, the Sword Throne still exists. Therefore, Covardo's ancestors swore an oath to inherit the throne in front of the Sword Throne. Today, the Yanbao family is loyal to the Covardo royal family, not the princess, "the countess explained in detail.
Brando completely understood after hearing her words. But to be honest, even if he understood the whole story, he could not understand her choice.
He was silent for a moment, then took out a ring-shaped object from the Dimensional Space. "Your family will be honored because of you, but to be honest, I regret it." Brando replied quietly.
"Mr. Brando, you don't have to, ah —" Dilferi saw the object and widened her eyes. "This is …"
"Devil's Armband?"
Brando nodded slowly.
…
Five minutes was not a long time. When Brando and Dilferi came back from the periphery of the forest, everyone was ready to go.
He did not say much. In fact, he was not in the mood to say much. He just nodded and led everyone to set off. They passed through the forest and soon entered the gentle slope in the north. Before this, Brendel had told himself more than once that this adventure was no different from his past experiences in the game. Whether it was the earlier experience of killing his way out of the Lizardmen's encirclement, or the second War of the Black Roses where he risked his life to ambush Madara's undead, or the later Operation Four Leaf Clover where he passed information under the noses of the Kirrlutz.
He succeeded every time, didn't he?
But until the moment before they set off, everyone's silence made him feel a little different. There seemed to be a tense atmosphere in the air, which reminded him more than once of that night in Bucce.
Through the gaps between the layers of branches and leaves, the portals of the Door of Flame were like three huge golden rings standing in the rain. Just these things alone were enough to make people feel great pressure. Fortunately, in order to ensure a clear space near the portal, there was not a single flying creature in the entire northern sky of Ampere Seale.
Whether it was the Brute Devils or the Harpies.
This was probably the only thing that Brando felt comforted about.
The demons were probably very confident in the forces near the portal, and there were no patrols in the surrounding hilly areas. Of course, the demons did not have any patrols in the first place. Their fighting style had always been straightforward, violent and direct. They just used their lives to fill in the gaps.
On the other hand, Brando originally thought that they would encounter Jorgendy Ridge, but it seemed that his luck was not bad. He carefully led the others through the bushes while nervously looking at the hill where the Hellhound was resting. However, the Hellhound did not seem to realize that there would be an army appearing in the north of Ampere Seale. Soon, they successfully entered the sparse woodland near the gentle slope of the meadow.
Brando took the lead and rolled to the outermost tree in the woodland. He took a look outside. The nearest Teleportation Gate was less than a kilometer away from him. Because the Teleportation Gate was so huge, it was almost within reach.
Brando took a breath and immediately turned back to signal the others. Everyone lowered their bodies and crept closer to the edge of the woodland.
To be honest, this action was nothing new. Scouts often used this method to get close to the enemy, and even taught their horses to do the same. However, if there was a reconnaissance unit in the air, doing this in the endless meadow was tantamount to suicide.
However, Brando was eyeing the clear area near the portal.
They slowly crawled out of the woodland and slowly entered the meadow. Brando raised his head slightly from time to time to see the reaction of the hellhounds. Among all the demons, the hellhounds deserved to be called the first in terms of perception. Even the higher-level Longhorn Demons were inferior to them in this aspect.
However, Martha was obviously on their side this time. After moving forward for three to four hundred meters, although it took a full ten minutes, the hellhounds still did not react at all until they were almost half the distance.
However, their good luck obviously ended here.
Suddenly, Brando saw the three-headed hellhound stand up vigilantly. If he still felt lucky at this time, then when the monster looked in this direction, he would immediately realize that his group had been discovered.
At this distance, it was very likely that the other party did not see them, but because it smelled the scent of humans. It had to be said that even though Brando was prepared for this kind of smell, he still could not help but be secretly shocked. It must be known that they were in the middle of a torrential downpour. If it was a sunny day, they probably would not be able to hide in the forest.
The two major reconnaissance units of the demons, the Brute Devils in the sky and the hellhounds on the ground, their illustrious reputation was not exaggerated by the players. Brando only saw the six pairs of blood-red eyes sweep in this direction. He immediately felt his scalp tingle and subconsciously shouted:
"Amandina!"
The noble lady understood tacitly and immediately approached him. Brando got up from the ground and picked her up by the waist. He immediately sprinted toward the teleportation gate in front of him. "Quick! Let's destroy the nearest portal first! "
As soon as he moved, the hellhounds on the hill stood up in unison. The Longhorn Demons by the portal reacted a little slower. These tall demons immediately kicked away the little demons who were fighting and ordered them to prepare to meet the enemy immediately while cursing.
Then the figures of the Demon Warlocks appeared by the portal. These monsters originally seemed to be hidden in the large group of imps. As soon as they stood up, they immediately ignited blood-red flames in their hands and then threw them at Brando and the others like raindrops.
Brando held Amandina in one hand and pulled out Halran Gaia with the other. He was very familiar with these goat-horned demons and naturally knew their usual tricks. He was about to meet the attack, but it was at this time that the Temple Knight and Flame-Haired Nicholas came in front of him, one on the left and one on the right. They stretched out their hands and countless golden-red lines of law immediately extended forward and swallowed all the fireballs.
In front of these two masters of fire, the fireballs of the Demon Warlocks were really not enough.
Brando immediately heaved a sigh of relief. The reason why he specifically asked Nicholas to join was actually because of this. Demons were all experts at playing with fire, but compared to Nicholas who had the Enlightenment of Truth, it was child's play.
… …
(PS: Return the Fury Card to me, kneel. Explode at the beginning of the month tomorrow. Write a thank you letter while you're at it. Sigh, I'm too embarrassed to write it at this time. I apologize to everyone.) (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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