The overwhelming number of brute devils turned around in mid-air and flew towards the humans near the second Door of Flame, like the shadow of a giant demon claw sweeping across the sky. Brando looked at this scene and couldn't help but think of the locust plague in Solanilan during the second era of the Year of the Trade Winds. The locusts that covered the sky at that time were a true portrayal of today's scene.
The second Door of Flame was completely crumbling, disintegrating into fragments that melted into the heavy rain like countless golden butterflies dissipating one by one. Gryphine stood in the rain and looked up at the scattered flames. A glimmer of hope rose from the depths of her eyes. The half Fairy Princess pursed her lips and clenched her fists.
But the remaining Knight were still immersed in excitement. Their high confidence and morale seemed to make them disdainful of the situation on the battlefield for a while. Only Nicholas and Leider had some doubts in their hearts. The two of them looked back at Brando. They knew very well that Garlock had basically lost his ability to cast spells. Now, if they wanted to get close to the third portal by surprise, they could only see if this young man who brought about miracles could surprise them again.
The heavy rain even masked the screams of the demons behind the curtain of rain.
Brando stood in the rain and forced himself to adjust his expression. Although he had no confidence in his heart, he knew that he couldn't be pessimistic and desperate first. At least he couldn't let the others see his hesitation.
"We can only find a way to kill our way through first," he replied calmly.
"How do we kill our way through?" The Knight and Nicholas asked in unison. But unlike the Knight's confidence, Nicholas asked sincerely. Although he and Brando were on different sides a few hours ago, he had no prejudice against Brando. On the contrary, he admired Brando's calmness when fighting the demons.
There weren't many young swordsmen like Erouine anymore. He seemed to see his own era of swordsmanship in Brando, but Brando's achievements must be higher than his. The flame-haired swordsman, who was about the same age as Brando's father, was not jealous, only gratified.
How do we kill our way through?
For Brando, this was a core issue. He raised his head and looked at the red tide sweeping over the green meadow through the curtain of rain. He could even feel a slight tremor from the ground. Including the witches and the others, there were only twenty to thirty people around him. Many of them were injured or had lost their ability to fight, as well as non-combatants like Amandina and Dilferi.
Even Brando himself would not believe that such a group of people could carve a bloody path out of the demon army. Using perseverance to defeat an opponent was just a joke after all.
There was only one chance now.
The Giant King Buni's Cloak still had about thirty breaths of time left, which was about one minute. The giant's cloak could accommodate a few people, but the problem was that one minute was not enough for them to travel from one portal to another.
Although a distance of 2,000 meters was not considered far, it was still traveling through the demon army.
"Let's split into two groups." Brando thought silently for a while and finally answered. His purpose was simple. He would use one group as cannon fodder to attract the attention of the demons, while the other group would use Buni's Cloak to escort Amandina and The Shire to the third portal.
He briefly described his idea, and Nicholas and Leider understood. The head of the old White Lion Legion thought for a moment and said, "This is indeed the only way now, but how does Mr. Brando plan to divide the groups?"
Brando fell silent. In fact, he already had a plan in his mind.
Due to the existence of the Giant King's Cloak, the staffing of this group could actually be very simple. First of all, Amandina and The Shire must be included as the 'demolition' team, and there must also be someone who could deal with the Longhorn Demons at the portal.
The best candidates in Brando's mind were Amandina, The Shire, Nicholas, Dilferi, Her Royal Highness, Garlock, and Sugar Jar. Of course, Brando did not deny that he had joined Her Royal Highness because of his own selfishness, but in any case, if Her Royal Highness died here, then everything he had done before would become meaningless.
In that case, he might as well not come to Ampere Seale. Then history would proceed according to its previous trajectory, and there would be no demon invasion at all.
Only by truly changing Erouine's future would everything that happened today, and the people who died, seem valuable.
As for Sugar Jar and Garlock's reason for joining, it was even simpler. He would not let an unconscious little girl who had lost her ability to fight die. Besides, she had saved his and the princess's lives before. The old wizard, who had lost his ability to fight, had similar considerations.
As soon as Brando shared his thoughts, the surroundings fell silent. Indeed, who would be willing to die? At least Brando himself would not be so willing. Because the meaning of this adventure was completely different from the previous one. This time, their mission was to die.
He raised his head and looked at the blurry faces of everyone in the rain — just like in The Amber Sword, he looked at the faces of every like-minded comrade who left in the crimson canyon.
"I'm sorry, but we have no way out," Brando replied. "I hope everyone will help me one last time. I don't want to lie. Today, the best case scenario is that we may win, and the worst case scenario is that I at least hope to die with you. "
Brando did not think that he had the right to ask anyone to die for a certain purpose, no matter how noble the purpose was. Half of his soul came from modern times, and certain deep-rooted ideas had long been rooted in his heart, as if all people were born equal.
At that moment, for the first time, he felt that the ideas of some players did not seem to be suitable for this world. Because he could not treat everyone as NPCs, they were living beings. Even though he was used to taking risks like a player, he didn't realize that this risk involved everyone.
Her Royal Highness was not his princess, and Erouine was not his only Erouine. Perhaps he knew that all of this was right, but in reality, he might not have the right to help others choose.
Especially for these people who had lived on this land for generations, perhaps survival was the most important choice. It was not until this moment that Brando suddenly understood that this was not wavering, but an unprecedented maturity.
If he wanted to give and gain, at least he had to learn to take responsibility first.
In the face of real death, Brando finally understood this.
It was not until now that he suddenly understood Leider's thoughts. He could not help but look at the former commander of the old White Lion Legion.
Leider was also looking at him.
There was only admiration in the old man's eyes.
Leider was also silent in his heart, because the old man suddenly realized his mistake. If it was just to survive, then what was the need for this ancient kingdom to exist? Erouine's people were also descendants of the Flame King, and they left Cruz to fight against the tyranny of the nobles.
If such ideals could not be maintained, then what was the point of Erouine's existence?
Whether it was Brando in front of him, or the young people of the White Lion Legion, they were all the best people in this kingdom. Their ideals were so similar that they should not be fighting each other.
In fact, Brando had also miscalculated one thing. That is, this is Vaunte, not the world he originally came from. In this place, not everyone would agree with some of his ideas.
The Knight stared at the young lord, dumbfounded.
They really could not think of any need for him to apologize to them. The noble behavior shining here at this moment was enough for Erouine to rebuild the flag. It was Brando who brought all of this, as if he had brought them back to the time when the glorious flag was still shining on the plains.
What was wrong with him —
Everyone truly felt such respect. Brando told them that it was not him who led them to become heroes. It was them who chose to walk on this path, and he shared the glory with everyone.
What else could they be dissatisfied with?
There was only endless reverence left in everyone's heart. When Lady Martha gave life to them, she gave them the noblest quality, but at this moment, this quality shone in the heavy rain. A mother's expectations seemed to have been placed on everyone.
"My Lord, please don't say that," the Knight could not help but reply, "If we still have complaints, how would the sages of Erouine think of us?"
"The noblest actions are all here, and I will only feel glory for my own choice." The old wizard also sighed, "Please cross me off the other list, because my Lord has no right to deprive me of the glory of my old bones. Even if I'm a wizard, I'm still hot-blooded because I'm still Erouine's people. "
"Is it only Erouine's people who have glory?" The Knight of the Holy Cathedral, Stephen, looked deeply at Brando, "The sages made an oath on the Holy White Plains, and our descendants will only continue the legend of the flame with blood." He bowed slightly to Brando and replied.
This standard Knight's etiquette was both obedience and respect.
It was the respect of a fanatical believer who followed the footsteps of the Flame King to the true ideal. Only people of the same kind could understand each other. Whether it was Erouine's people or Cruz's people, there were people who pursued the same beautiful things. What he wanted to prove was only this point.
Babasha didn't answer but just smiled mysteriously. The Dark Dragon was once called The Fool, but the real fools were only those vulgar people.
Brando was stunned.
The words of the Knight rang in his ears again. Just like the oaths that echoed in his heart every night, people who sought like-minded people had such footprints there. Whether they were men or women, old or young, powerful or ordinary, their ideals were not noble or humble because of people.
Brando used to think that he could only find those simple ideals in the game, but he found that he was wrong.
But now they were back again.
Right here, beside him.
Just like the players who fought side by side with him in the past. Setbacks, failures, and death could not stop their pace. Others laughed at them for being fools, persisting for a piece of virtual data that did not exist. But the world itself was the same, and nothing was born with a special meaning.
What everyone fought for was just the persistence in their hearts, and this kind of persistence had no distinction between high and low. Brando had no intention of refuting others, but if he could not hold on to himself in the virtual world, how could he not lose himself in the bigger world?
Retreating was just a sign of cowardice.
Princess Gryphine's clear voice suddenly interrupted Brando's thoughts.
"It's a noble plan, but it's not perfect."
The half-elf girl took a light breath and said, "The situation now is in front of all of us, and we can't have a chance to make a mistake and start over. So we have to do the best in every detail. "
"There is nothing wrong with Mr. Brando's arrangement, but you are the only one here who is most familiar with the Giant King's Cloak. In the battle later, it will involve the intermittent use of the Giant King's Cloak, but as long as the timing is not grasped, it will be a disastrous outcome."
"Erouine can't afford such a failure."
"So I suggest that I exchange places with Mr. Brando, and I will be the commander of this battle. Mr. Brando will escort Miss Amandina until the task is completed. "
Her Royal Highness said calmly. Indeed, everyone seemed to have just realized this problem. Brando proposed this plan, but the core of the plan was not to attract the firepower of a group of people, but how to flexibly use the Giant King's Cloak that lasted less than a minute to reach the other end of the battlefield.
This was definitely not a simple job.
Although Brando claimed that the cloak was easy to operate, anyone could see that it was just because he wanted to protect Her Royal Highness' selfishness.
Such selfishness would only make people feel respected, but it was not necessarily in line with the times.
Brando felt the princess' extremely calm eyes staring at him, and suddenly realized what she was going to say, "Wait, but-"
"I know what you want to say, Mr. Brando."
The previous conversation was only a moment, and the demon army was rushing over, leaving her not much time. Princess Gryphine lowered her eyelids and interrupted him, "Although I have never asked what your purpose is, I can feel that sincerity, and I am very grateful to you, Mr. Brando."
"But at this time, feelings are not the first factor we have to consider. If I had to choose between Erouine and me, I would prefer that Erouine survive. I can't represent Erouine, Mr. Brando, only its people can represent it. "
The princess' words choked everyone, especially Nicholas and Leider, as if they had met the princess for the first time today. Amandina grabbed Brando's sleeve, as if only at this moment she understood why Brando had made such a choice.
But what she didn't understand was.
Why did Brando seem to have known all of this in advance?
Brando looked at Her Royal Highness, who continued, "So please guarantee that it will succeed."
"Your Royal Highness," Brando couldn't help but say.
But Princess Gryphine turned her head, and the wind and rain fell on the young girl, her long silver hair sticking to her shoulders. She raised her head and looked at the others.
"The future king of Erouine is still young and can't personally lead you into battle. Today, as the Princess Regent, I will lead you to overcome all difficulties.
"This is my honor, my responsibility, and no one can take it away from me.
"If I die here today, then at least let me say for the last time —
"Corvado's blood flows for Erouine."
Amidst the silence, the knights suddenly shouted loudly: "My Lord!
"Long live the princess!"
"Long live the Princess Regent!"
"Long live the Kingdom of Erouine!"
This voice echoed in the heavy rain, and Brando found himself unable to say a word. The words "Princess Regent" struck his heart like thunder and lightning. History coincided so wonderfully. In the same heavy rain, there was the same proud Her Royal Highness.
Almost every word of the declaration had not changed. Her stubbornness and stubbornness were always so bright and shining.
It was as if they had never faded from his heart.
Perhaps this was fate.
Brando thought.
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