"I promise," Delfien replied, "I won't miscalculate."
"I believe you, but do you understand the cost of deceiving me and the Lord?" Metisha replied.
Delfien glanced at the spear in the Silver Elf princess' hand, then looked up into her mercury-like eyes, "Threats are meaningless to me, Miss Metisha. What the Lord needs is my wholehearted loyalty."
She deliberately emphasized wholeheartedly.
Metisha blushed slightly. She turned around and rolled her eyes at Brando.
Brando suddenly felt a little baffled.
Incirsta and Tarkus pretended that they did not hear him. Even though they knew that Brendel was determined to infiltrate Madara's territory and probably had some sort of plan, they were both cautious and intelligent people, and naturally knew how to protect themselves.
As for Fang Qi and the other two Phantom Chariot Elders, Brando and Metisha naturally used Cruz when they talked, so they could not understand.
After the plan was set, the next step was to put it into action. Incirsta and Tarkus had no objections to this. After all, they were still prisoners in name, but in fact, this team was decided by Brando most of the time. As Brando's student, Phoenix Fire was even less likely to object. As for the Phantom Chariot Gang, they were the captives of the captives. The two elders and Fang Qi had no right to speak in this team.
At most, they could add in the opinions of Metisha and Lady White Fog, but Lady White Fog usually did not have any opinions, so if Metisha agreed to something, it would most likely be the final result.
However, the Silver Elf princess did not recklessly let the team go immediately. Adhering to the natural meticulousness and rigor of the Silver Elves, she arranged the departure time after one o 'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was at its brightest on both sides of the Taowu Strait, and when the fog was at its thinnest.
Brando knew that the power of the War Slate was at its peak during this period, and the power of Order that shrouded both sides of the strait was at its most stable.
Perhaps it was because of Metisha's meticulousness, or because of good luck, they did not encounter any trouble along the way. They arrived at Tormlo at ten o 'clock in the evening of the first day, which was the place where Xin and Phoenix Fire had stopped.
If that piece of broken wall was really Tormello's.
This was once the most prosperous town on the black road between Rosaleen and Sopa Lache, but now it was a scene of devastation. A war seemed to have swept through this place not long ago, leaving behind only ruins. The battlefield was full of corpses of the Crystal Cluster monsters and humans.
The Crystal Cluster had erected a forest of crystal spears in the middle of the ruins of the town, and the spears were densely packed with human corpses. It was like a bloody and terrifying slaughterhouse, and it was nauseating.
Princess Magadal immediately turned her head and vomited, but the rest of the ladies, including Hipamira and Phoenix Fire, were very calm. Brando was a little surprised by his student's reaction. He could feel the anger in her heart, but it was not fear or fear.
"Aliens." She squeezed out two words from between her teeth.
That night, Metisha arranged for the whole team to set up camp near Tormlo. Although they could not accept it psychologically, they understood that it was the best choice. The Crystal Cluster monsters were not interested in occupying the town, so it was probably the safest choice to stay in a town that they had already swept through.
However, at the end of the day, when they were doing a headcount, Brando and Metisha realized that a few of the Ghost Chariot's sailors were missing. These people had sneaked away, or disappeared for some other reason. Brando could not guess, and could only ask Delfien to think of a way to keep a closer watch on these people.
The prime minister's daughter was quite talented in this aspect, and she quickly passed this job to the skeletons of Madara and the Ghost Chariot's sailors. Before the sky was completely dark, she had already arranged everything in an orderly manner.
Her method was very simple. She just had to sit together and supervise each other, plus some small tricks. Classic methods were often simple and practical because they were often tested by time.
The flickering light of the bonfire soon lit up the dark wilderness.
The stars and the moon in the sky could not be seen in the fog. The fog surged in the darkness, revealing its shape at the edge of the bonfire, making it even more eerie and terrifying.
After a simple dinner, Brando called Huang Huo to him. He decided to teach his new student something for the first time. He did not know how long Huang Huo would be able to learn from him. After all, she would eventually return to the Nine Phoenix. He could only try his best to help her find the most suitable path for herself in the limited time he had.
The bonfire lit up Huang Huo's dark eyes. She was dressed in a neat training suit, holding her sword. She came to Brando and bowed respectfully as a disciple of the Nine Phoenix.
"Teacher, Miss Metisha."
Metisha stood behind Brando and looked at the little girl. She also liked the lord's new student very much, perhaps because she saw her own shadow in her.
Brando also looked at his student. Except for Petit-finis, his two students in this world shared some excellent characteristics: seriousness and respect for teachers. This was a very good era. Everyone understood the importance of knowledge and inheritance, so they cherished every hard-won opportunity. Even people like Haruze and Huang Huo, who were of noble birth, valued teachers like Brando more.
It was definitely not easy to gain the favor of a sword saint, even for the royal family.
However, Huang Huo and Haruze were different. Although Haruze was a boy, he did not have the strong aura of Huang Huo. Therefore, he was not suitable to be a swordsman at all. A mage was his best choice.
As for Huang Huo, Brando knew at first glance that this little girl would be his successor. He even had a premonition that one day, the battle style that he inherited from the players would be passed down by this little girl.
That was the style of a top warrior. Brando knew that he was never the top warrior. Perhaps one day, Huang Huo would go further than him on this path.
But that was a matter for a long time. Right now, even a genius had to take one step at a time.
"Huang Huo, have you ever used a weapon other than a sword?"
"No, teacher."
"Then I'll let Metisha test your limits first. Is that okay?"
"Yes, teacher."
The battle between Huang Huo and Metisha ended quickly.
After the battle with Rushta, the Silver Elf Princess's speed of improvement was somewhat beyond Brando's expectations. Although she was cautious and held back, Brando could see that her strength had reached the peak of the Law Realm.
However, Metisha did not use the power of the Law to suppress Huang Huo. She knew what her lord was thinking. She used the simplest battle technique to force Huang Huo to abandon her sword.
This was purely a difference in battle experience.
The Silver Elves had hundreds of years of battle experience in the War of the Holy Saints. In addition, as the commander of the Elven Imperial Guard, Metisha's combat ability was not inferior to Brando's. In terms of battle experience, no one under Brando, including Brando, could surpass the two of them.
Huang Huo looked at her sword in a daze. Although she already knew the difference between her and Brando, she did not expect the Elven girl beside her teacher to be so powerful.
In terms of appearance, Metisha did not seem much older than her.
She suddenly felt a little disappointed. Although she wasn't discouraged, her confidence was shaken by the fact that she had fallen from the clouds from her usual self-perception of being a genius.
Brendel furrowed his brows.
He could see that Huang Huo was a bit distracted. Otherwise, even if Metisha could defeat her, it would not be so easy. As a teacher, he had always been straightforward. "What's wrong? Are you not focused enough?"
Huang Huo immediately looked regretful. "I'm sorry, teacher. I …"
Brando waved his hand and said solemnly, "Everyone has a bad time. I'm not blaming you, but you have to adjust your mentality. Do you understand?"
"Don't be too discouraged. Metisha looks only a bit older than you, but she's an Elf. Her situation is a bit special. At your age, she's already experienced hundreds of battles."
"I understand, teacher."
Huang Huo replied respectfully.
Brando turned his head and looked at Metisha. He did not let Metisha fight with Huang Huo to hurt his student's confidence. He was not that shallow. Moreover, he knew how outstanding his student was. She would not be arrogant because of her talent.
Metisha met her lord's gaze. She hesitated and said, "Huang Huo is not suitable to use a sword. It's not that she's restricted by the sword. It's that the sword is restricting her."
"The sword is restricting me?" Huang Huo was taken aback. She looked up at Metisha and her teacher. It was rare for her to be in a daze. She was a bit cute.
"To be exact, it's the things you learned that are restricting you. I heard from the lord that the Sword of Hellfire Red Lotus that you practice is one of the best sword techniques in the Nine Phoenixes. However, because this sword technique is too outstanding, it's restricting your imagination and talent."
"The more powerful a sword technique is, the more the person who learns it will rely on it. I know some of the secret sword techniques of the Silver Elves. The descendants who practice it are often worse than the previous generation. Those who are extremely talented are often burdened by the inheritance and cannot open up their own path. That's the situation," Metisha answered seriously.
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